Break On Me

"Maybe it's not about the happy ending.. Maybe it's about the story."

Sometimes it’s hard to accept what is, and it’s hard to go along with something even though you know you could do better.. But how come it’s so easy to slip up? So easy to say the wrong thing, use the wrong words, or even make the wrong moves? Sometimes we just all need to break.. in more ways than just mentally. I want you to know, that no matter what, I will always be here for you.. whether you like it or not, if you want me here or if you want me to live.. If you love me, or if you hate.. You can always break on me baby.

We loose ourselves in the things we love, we find ourselves there too..


39. Chapter 038

There was a too familiar feeling on my waist, the warm feeling always made me smile, and a smile is what I gave back to it, just a light one. I could feel the heat radiating off his body as Harry hovered over me, the lower portion of his body laying between my legs.
My eyelids part a little, enough for me to confirm that he was there. I smile a little more, feeling his lips against my forehead. I didn’t expect him to wake me like this, just maybe a little shake and that was it.
“Wake up baby.’’ Harry’s voice mumbled to me, his warm breath fanning my face. It smelt like fresh mint, I assume he’s already handled his morning routine before coming to get me up.
“I’m awake.’’ I whisper back, can’t resist smiling again as I felt his forehead lean against mine.
“Then open those pretty eyes for me,  I want to be the first thing you see, love.’’ Harry says, I could hear the smirk in his voice. My eyes open slowly, just to reveal to me his beautiful presence.
“Good morning.’’ Harry says, smirking at me. I feel my cheeks burning as he licks his lips, still staring into my eyes.
“Good morning.’’ I mumble to him, unable to wipe the smile off my face. His elbows were on either side of me, his stomach lightly pressing into mine.
“You’re so beautiful.’’ The words flow from lips perfectly, as they normally do. I just blush at him, unable to say anything because sometimes he just flatters me  so much, I just love him.
I bring my hands to Harry’s cheeks, his dimples on display as he smiles at me. His hair is messy and he was still only in his boxers. Someone is asking for something, I just know it. Harry bites his lip as I let my hands slide down his chest slowly, taking in the feeling of his toned, warm skin. Harry’s beautiful, he can’t deny it.
“Let me.. love on you, baby.’’ Harry says, his voice soft and gentle as he brushes his lips against mine. He is definitely asking for it, he was practically demanding it from me. But if that’s what he wants, then it’ll happen.
Harry kisses my lips, holding them there for a few seconds to take in the feeling we both admire so much. I smile against him, unable to contain it anymore. All of the little things he done just made me feel special, reminding me that he is mine.
His tongue swiped across my lips, asking me for permission. I don’t give it to him, however, not just yet at least. I hear him lightly groan, smiling against my lips. My fingernails dig into his waist as he pushes his hips into mine, his tongue attempting to push through my lips.
Just as my lips part for him to enter, his tongue barges in and opens my mouth against his. I give him a small moan at the feeling. Harry’s hand trails down my waist, gripping my hip tight as his tongue battles with mine, he always over powers me though so sometimes I don’t even attempt to fight back.
My fingertips harshly press against Harry’s skin as he brings his tongue out of my mouth, biting my lip a little on purpose before he attacked my jaw – sloppy kisses being planted down my jaw line.
“Harry.’’ I sighed his name out as his teeth sunk into my neck, his tongue wiping over the soon to be bruise. He soon starts to suck on my skin, doing exactly what he wants to me. Marking me, just to remind everyone that I’m his. That’s alright, I like it more than let myself believe sometimes.
It didn’t take my hands long to run down Harry’s sides, grabbing right above his hips with plenty of force. He lets out a small moan against my skin, sending light vibrations through me. My legs part even more for him as he digs his erection into my crotch, preparing us both for what is to soon come.
Most of the time I let Harry do all the dirty and flirty work, but something about this morning is just taking me over and I can’t resist it. I allow one hand to roam to the small of Harry’s back, sliding myself down on the mattress just a tad so I could reach him, his lips never disconnecting from the new spot on my neck he was claiming.
I slide my hand under the waist band of his boxers, my hand squeezing as much of his right cheek as I could. I feel him smirk against me, humming gladly in response as I grip him a little tighter.
Like I said, I’m not normally the one to make bold moves.. but something about this just ignites a fire inside of me, an outrageous fire. And I’m sure that it won’t die out any time soon. A slight frown comes to my face as I lose connection with Harry’s lips, but soon I see his eyes so that makes me smile a little.
“Dirty.’’ The word rolls off Harry’s tongue in a easy flow, a smirk appearing as he leans down closer to my lips. I couldn’t help myself, my eyes darting to his tongue sticking out between those soft lips, he was surely ready.
“I figured… the more sex we have.. the better we’d get along.’’ He winks at me, releasing a soft laugh as he presses his lips against my cheek, just a simple little kiss I enjoyed a lot.
“I think.. it’s true, we seem to be happier after.’’ I mumble back, his smile getting bigger as he nods in agreement with me.
“It’s a good thing.’’ Harry says before his head dips back down to my neck, nudging my chin a little. I look up at the ceiling, allowing him all the access he needs right now. His hand slides under my thigh, just to do what I done to him minutes ago. I blush as I feel him grasp me with his hand.
“Love that ass.’’ He whispers against my skin before licking short lines on my collarbone, just trying to drive me insane I know. He knows the little things make me go crazy inside, in a good way at least.
My hands find their way to Harry’s shoulders, gripping them tight as he thrusts his hips into mine. I moan at the friction, loving the feeling he was providing me with at the time. I wrap my fingers in his hair, my other hand on the back of his neck. He was biting me hard, but it felt wondrous. However, reality hit me all of a sudden.
“We don’t.. have time.’’ I say, letting a moan out in the middle of my damn sentence because someone decided to buck his lower body into mine.
“Plenty of it.” Harry murmurs into the crook of my neck as his tongue leaves a trail up my neck, leaving goosebumps all over me.
I turn my head in the direction of Harry’s side of the bed, glaring at the digital clock on his nightstand. The bright green letters read 7:14 a.m. There wasn’t any certain time that Harry had to be at work, because it is his building and his company anyways. But as for me, well, I have to meet Carly at 9:30, I’m sure it’s alright though, like he said.. plenty of time.    
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