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“It’s okay,” Zora muttered, stroking my hair. “Harry, it’s okay. It’s only one day early. It was going to happen sooner or later. We have to make do.” Her voice was soft and steady, but there were cracks underneath it, emotion she was trying to suppress.
She tipped my chin up with her thumb and smiled down at me. Her eyes were shiny with unshed tears, but she managed a small smile. “It’s out there now.” She nodded. “We can move on.”
I kissed her stomach, revering her for her strength, her confidence. She was incredible. I believed that deep in my bones. Here I was breaking, and there she was, standing, looking ahead, seeing the hope and the good.
“We can move on,” I replied, before pulling her to me closer, letting her fall onto my lap with her legs on either side of mine. Her full weight settled on my thighs, and we were almost eye level. “That’s the next damn question, isn’t it? What the fuck do we do?”
“Us?” She tipped her head. “I have no idea.”
Chapter Thirteen
Zora
IwokeHarryupwith my lips around his cock. The aforementioned appendage had pulled me from sleep when it poked me in the back, rock hard and warm against my skin, lighting me up and making me want to tease Harry. I just needed to feel good, to get lost in how amazing Harry and I worked together in bed. So I let my horniness overtake any pain.
After trying to come to terms with Victoria knowing everything, with our secret being out, I’d dragged him to bed. It was late; we were both exhausted and scared. We made out a little, but we were both so beaten down we fell asleep instead, snuggled up in my small bed, dead to the world beyond my sheets.
It seemed like the first night of the rest of our lives. One of his hands settled on my stomach, stroking right under my belly button as I dozed off.
We would make it work.
And I wanted to give him a morning treat, so I licked his tip and sank down on the shaft, humming as he reached the back of my throat. Through all the shit on our horizon, it was weird that I was sure we’d have each other. Naïve, probably.
I noticed the moment Harry woke up because his breathing changed, hitched more uneven, and he moaned. “Good morning to you,” he muttered with sleep still making his voice thick. “Fuck.”
“Mm,” I mumbled back, bobbing up and down on his cock, enjoying the muskiness of him as pre-cum beaded at the tip. I licked it up every time I reached the top, before pushing back down, chasing everything I could. He was obsessed with my body, and I was fast growing obsessed with his. “Stay still.”
His cock was thick, like he was, stretching the corners of my mouth. But I was a damn pro, and wouldn’t be defeated by any cock, thick or long. I squeezed the root and massaged his ball sack, tugging on it softly while the hairs on his thighs stood up.
“Oh god,” he mumbled, holding the bedsheets in his fist. Letting me keep the power. I wasn’t sure how long it would last, but I’d enjoy it while it did.
When I moved my mouth down to his balls to lick them, he shivered, his hand almost landing on my head before he retracted it.
“This is hard,” he said, voice so strained it made me feel wicked.
“Very,” I replied, popping off his balls for a second to speak. I dove right back in, sucking each one into my mouth in turn, rolling the ball around the sack in gentle motions, holding the loose skin between my teeth before tugging just a touch. It was fifty-fifty whether he’d even like this, but I had a good vibe…
“Zora!” he cried, falling into a slew of swear words as I kept working his balls and jacking his cock. When my tongue drifted lower to the soft skin right underneath his balls, he tensed up. “I’m gonna cum!” he warned, his whole body tensing beneath me.
I jumped back up on his cock, swallowing him up as his shaft began to pulse and flood my mouth. I wanted every drop of his cum inside me, none of it wasted. So I sucked and licked until he was drained, then moved off, giving his empty balls a satisfied little kiss before climbing back into his waiting arms.
“Jesus, woman,” he said with a lazy laugh. “That was the best way I’ve ever woken up.”
“Good,” I preened a little, pleased with myself. “Life isn’t so terrible then, hey? We’ll be okay?”
His face fell at that, and I felt a bit of an idiot for trying to make light of it. I just didn’t know what else to do. Blowjobs and not taking things serious enough was where my mind went.
I shifted in an attempt to move away from him, feeling stupid, but he held me firm, suspended above him. “Hey,” he said and kissed my nose. “Thank you.”
“For what? Ruining your life?” I scoffed, looking down at him. My tits hung between us, sensitive nipples brushing against his chest.
He shook his head and pulled me in for a kiss. “For getting it started.” He kissed me again. “I know it’s sudden. I know it’s a shitshow. But I’ve never felt more alive than when I’m with you. You do something to me, Zora. Something I felt that first night when I fucking paid to suck your tits. I think it was meant to happen. We were meant to get tangled up.”
“And you never have to pay to suck them again,” I quipped, my heart warm at his words. He knew I sensed it too; the way we looked at each other was enough to makethat clear. But to hear those words, that confidence, was so affirming.
Harry laughed. “Whatever this turns into, Zora, we’re in it together, okay?”
“Okay.”
