Sabrina was wet, she felt the stickiness between her legs and shifted carefully in the backseat.
She had been wet on the plane, and she was even more wet now thinking that she was closer and closer to Harry. He would have picked her up at the airport, but she wanted to see him so much that she took an earlier flight.
To get to him faster.
She got to the apartment, opened the door and did not even turn on the lights. Softly placing down her suitcase, she tiptoed to the bedroom and there she paused. Harry must not have been home. Slowly, she stripped and threw all of her things this way and that way. She was not the neatest person.
She clutched a pillow to her nose from the bed, and his scent soothed her before curling up in the bed with it.
The next thing she knew, Harry was beside her. He was blurry like in a dream, but the stickiness from her mouth indicated to her that she had been asleep.
“Sleeping beauty,” he whispered, and she knew he had missed her as much as she had missed him. She did not look like a sleeping beauty. She was drooling, and half naked but Harry pulled her close to him and she felt like something beautiful.
Half asleep, she was wet again. Her thighs were sticky and the promise of him inside of her made her run like a river.
Sabrina dipped into the mattress, as Harry got on top of her. He kissed her neck slowly, and half knelt between her legs which she intuitively spread for him. His whispered words were soft and unintelligible, but she understood them in conjunction with with his touches and kisses that he missed her and loved her too. His entrance inside her body she accommodated and embraced. Her body wrapped about his like she had more limbs than the four she surrounded him with. Like she was an aquatic species, their love felt like the ocean at its wildest at times, and at its calmest.
The soundtrack of their breathing after calmed her, they did not have words. They had said everything with their bodies that she felt.
“You’re early,” he said, the first coherent speech he formed since he woke her and called her Sleeping Beauty.
“Yes, I missed you.”
“I missed you.”
He pulled her close, and Sabrina took a deep breath. Fear filled her, love was always such a scary emotion for her inside and outside. How would this play out, she had left him and it was too much. Now she was with him again, and it was still too much…but she did not want to go anywhere—yet she did not know how she could stay…
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I love that their feelings are mutual! And also, I’m a little nervous about how she’ll handle this, too.
Kayla, this chick makes me nervous every week!!!😬
Beautiful.
thank you lovely Indigo!!!