The Thrill Is Gone

They were to stay at a cottage in Torquay, a property that Alfred had inherited from his late grandfather, Vaughan, a few years earlier. Alfred had never fancied himself particularly close to his grandfather. Vaughan was a hard man to love, he always managed to find fault with others, constantly voiced his disapproval, and even had a habit of leaving family gatherings because he couldn’t take so much foolishness in one sitting. But strangely enough, in his own reserved way, he very much cared for his grandson. Alfred was foolish, but not as foolish as most people, he was a cut above the rest of them, and as such, he was worthy of some affection, though Vaughan’s affection for Alfred was the sort that was carried out at a distance. He rook pleasure in hearing of the young mans academic accomplishments. Alfred, he’d say, had a fine head on his shoulders, given enough time, it might even be a superior mind. And it was because Alfred was so different from his relatives, so unaffected by the lavish lifestyle they maintained, that Vaughan decided to leave him the cottage, as well as a considerable amount of his personal fortune. Though, Alfred wouldn’t be able to touch any of the money until his thirtieth birthday. His grandfather believed that giving Alfred a large fortune at so young an age would ruin him. That was often the case for most twenty something year olds that came into money, but if it were held off from Alfred until he was thirty, then it was highly likely that Alfred would have established himself in a profession and would see the money, not as a means to retire early on, but as an allowance that would allow him to indulge in every so often.

And that was precisely what Alfred viewed it as. He knew the money was there, but he never wanted to have to rely on that money to pay the bills. He wanted to be independent from it, to be able to support himself through his own work, as well as the future family he planned on one day forming. That was why he wasn’t bothered by his grandfather’s decision to place it in a trust. It was the right thing to do, even though his parents believed otherwise. But that didn’t bother Alfred. He knew that they were just upset that his grandfather had snubbed them when it came to the will. Vaughan had only given them a small portion, it was a generous amount in the average person’s opinion, but to a wealthy family, it was viewed as an insult.

They didn’t understand why Alfred had been favored over the rest of them. Charlotte was an amiable girl, perhaps she didn’t have as much sense as Alfred, but she was much more personable and graceful. And them, well, Alistair’s father was an internationally renowned corporate attorney, and his wife was a well respected socialite. It would’ve made sense for Vaughan to have left it to them or if not to all of them, then to at least Alfred’s father. It would have made sense that way. Alfred’s father would’ve gotten the money and he would’ve indulged his wife and daughter with it, and Alfred would’ve gotten that secluded cottage, but no, Alfred had inherited both.

And if one were to ask Alfred, what he was happiest about having inherited, he would’ve immediately answered that it was the cottage. He’d always loved a good cottage. There was something magical about the countryside, about being able to curl up against a tree and lose oneself in a good book, about being able to retreat into an old home with so much character and history. He was a romantic, and viewed cottages with the soft eyes that all romantics do. And when he found out that he had inherited his very own place, where he wouldn’t have to be bothered by Charlotte or the demands of his parents, he rejoiced.

It was in his cottage that he retreated from the world. He would lose himself for days, spending mornings outside in the garden, taking long walks along the coastline, and reading and drinking to his hearts content. It was his bit of heaven, and after he became Olivia’s boyfriend, it was where he took her for their first mini holiday after they’d officially become boyfriend and girlfriend in Scotland. Olivia had loved the cottage. It was secluded on a cliff that overlooked the Torquay Harbour, which made it perfect for two young lovers that were in the process of discovering one another’s forms.

Alfred had been delighted by the fact that Olivia had been as taken with the cottage as he was. He’d been worried that she wouldn’t care for it, that she’d never want to visit again, but she’d loved it as much as him. And when Paulina asked him if he could recommend any romantic locations for Harry’s upcoming birthday retreat, he immediately told her that there was only one place she could go to, his cottage. She thought he was joking at first. She’d never been to his cottage, so it seemed like him just trying and failing to be funny, but he made it perfectly clear that it was the ideal location for them to spend a few days. It was far enough from the main tourist destinations to give them the privacy they so desperately desired, but at the same time, it was close enough to the busy tourist locations to allow them to swing by if they felt like going out for dinner or grabbing a drink at a bar.

She didn’t immediately accept his offer, thinking that he was being way too generous, even by his standards, but Alfred persisted. There was no other place in England that would do as well as his cottage. And eventually, she felt comfortable in accepting his kind offer, but she promised that she’d give the cottage a thorough scrubbing before she left, that she’d leave it in better condition that she’d find it in. Alfred simply smiled at that. There was a house keeper that tended to the home, an employee that his grandfather had secured before his passing, and who the tucked away inheritance paid to maintain the cottage.

Still, she promised she’d make it up to him, but Alfred just told her that she’d already given him the greatest gift anyone could’ve ever given him, she’d introduced him to Olivia, and that was worth more than anything in the world.

Knowing very well that Alfred was going to keep saying that she didn’t owe him anything, Paulina decided to just drop it, at least for the moment. She’d eventually find a way to make it up to him, to show him that she really appreciated him letting her use his place. It’d take some figuring out, but she’d have to think of something, because the cottage surpassed her every expectation. Alfred had told her it was a picturesque cottage with a lush garden and a breathtaking view of the harbor, but even his poetic words hadn’t done the cottage justice.

Its beauty went unnoticed when they first arrived at the cottage. Had they arrived earlier, while the sun was still out, they would’ve been able to walk about the garden and take in the view, but as it was, they didn’t get to the cottage until well after three in the morning, and at that hour, their thoughts were solely focused on getting into the nearest bedroom. They were a little cranky, and so tired that they’d even managed to forget that they were supposed to have a late night go. All they wanted was to take a quick shower, curl up in bed, and fall asleep, and that was precisely what they did.

The first to wake was Paulina. She’d set her alarm for 6:40 in the morning, and after it went off, she took a few minutes to rally the strength necessary to abandon her warm bed. She was just so comfortable burrowed beneath the freshly washed sheets, and the sound of Harry’s light snoring even had a musical quality to it in the early morning hours, but she couldn’t stay there, not if she wanted to have everything ready by the time Harry woke up. So she forced herself out of bed, and then threw on a pair of jeans and the discarded t-shirt that Harry had left on the floor.

With sleep filled eyes, she wandered downstairs, slowly making her way into the kitchen where she had asked Alistair and Kamal to store everything. There was a medium sized box resting on the kitchen table. Inside, there were balloons, Christmas lights, and other decorations that she’d thought fitting. Beside the table, there was a helium tank that she’d rented, and pushed to a far corner, hidden in a dark nook, was the bounce house that she’d procured for the occasion. She knew it was childish and silly to have rented one, but Harry had mentioned that growing up he’d always wanted one for his birthday party, that his parents never thought it wise to get it. They’d gotten him clowns and ponies and a small zoo, but he’d never had a damn bounce house. So she decided to change that. He’d have his bounce house. And he’d be able to relive some childhood that he’d been unable to have, and wanting to make sure that it was an authentic birthday party, she’d even made him a piñata and stuffed it full with his favorite sweets.

She wanted to make their time in Devon memorable. It was to be a simple, relaxing retreat for them, just downtime away from London and Oxford, away from the press that followed them around wherever they went. The property was extensive enough for the cottage to be half a mile off from the main road, so the photographers weren’t going to be taking the high quality pictures they’d been selling to the tabloids.

Wanting to bring her vision to life as quickly as she could, she decided to go outside and explore the space the cottage had to offer. It was still dark out; light was barely beginning to trickle in, and judging by the hues that were beginning to make their way onto the sky, it was obvious that it wouldn’t be long before the sun came out. She was mesmerized by the splendor of the sky, the dark blues and rich shades of purple swirled together to form a beauty that her eyes dared not look away from, and when she saw the sun begin to peak over the horizon, she unknowingly began to walk towards the cliff. Her feet moved at a slow pace, her eyes never left the sky, and when she was near the edge, just about a foot or two away, she stopped. The sun was out, its brilliance began to transform the sky around it, and she was in awe, in complete and utter awe of the beauty of such a sunrise.

She stood there until Kamal made his presence known. He, along with Alistair, were staying in the smaller cottage that Vaughan constructed as a place for his wife to retire to whenever he needed absolute solitude. It was a modest dwelling when compared to the main cottage that boasted two stories, but there was enough space for two people to live tolerably well. And Kamal, having already been there for two days, knew his way around the narrow hallways.

During his stay there, he had fallen into a routine of sorts. He woke early to walk around the perimeter of the property, wanting to make sure that the fences hadn’t been breached, and that no one was trespassing. He was well aware that it was only a matter of time before the press figured out that the prince was on holiday there with his girlfriend, and Kamal planned on ensuring that the press wouldn’t step foot on the property. They could stand out on the road all they wanted, take pictures from afar, but there was no way in hell that any of them were going to get an opportunity to snap an up close shot of the prince and his girlfriend.

It was actually for that very reason that Kamal stepped out of the cottage when he spotted Paulina off in the distance. He’d never met her before, having only heard her spoken of by Alistair, but from what he’d heard, she sounded personable, a far cry from some of the other young women that Harry had dated. There were some, whom were titled, and believed it beneath them to be addressed by the staff, but Kamal had heard that Paulina wasn’t like that, and as such, he felt comfortable enough approaching her.

“Miss Balcázar,” he said her name politely, cautiously walking towards her.

His voice caught her off guard, she’d been busy contemplating the beauty of the morning sky, fancying herself the only one awake at that hour, so his voice came as a bit of a shock, especially since she’d never heard it before. With curious eyes, she turned to look at him, and found herself staring at a man whom looked about the same age as Alistair, possibly a year or two younger. He had the same build that Alistair had, the broad shoulders and impeccable posture that made it clear that he had been in the armed forces.

“Good morning,” she greeted him with a smile. “Are you, Kamal?”

“That is indeed who I am, Miss.” He replied in a respectful tone. “I am one of the security details for His Royal Highness and your person. The other is of course, Alistair.” He paused briefly. “I hope you do not think me out of line, but is there anything with which I may assist you? Is there an errand that must be run?”

She shook her head. “I don’t have any errands to run, but thanks for asking. I'm just out here taking in the area. Wanted to see the layout so I could start getting it ready for later,” she explained. “But since you’re here, it’s really great to meet you and thanks for having brought out all that stuff over. I think I may have gone a little overboard with all the stuff I packed.”

“There’s no need to thank me.” He used the same tired line that all the staff told the royals and their intimate circles. “It was an honor to be of service, Miss.”

She smiled warmly. “You don’t have to call me Miss. In fact, I’d kind of prefer it if you didn’t. I mean I'm not royalty or titled so it’s not necessary.”

“I . . . while it is most kind of you to state that I can call you by your given name, I believe for forms sake, it is best if I don’t.” He replied.

She had a feeling he was going to say that. That was what Alistair always said whenever she asked him to call her by her first name. He said that it’d be inappropriate, that rules were rules and they must be abided by, because without tradition, there is nothing. She often felt like having a laugh at that, it just sounded so absurd to her, but he had been a security detail for years, and knew what was expected of him. Not everyone could be a security detail for the royals, only the best of the best had the honor, and as such, they had to abide by tradition.

“That’s what Alistair always says.” She chuckled. “But if you guys ever feel like calling me, Paulina, just know you’re welcome to. If you’ll excuse me, I have to start setting up out here.”

“Perhaps I may be of assistance.” Kamal offered.

“I wouldn’t want to keep you from your duties.”

“My sole duties are to ensure the comfort of yourself and His Royal Highness.” Kamal smiled reassuringly. “It would be no bother at all to assist you.”

“Um, well in that case, let me just bring out the stuff and we’ll get started.”

“Would you need a hand with the bounce house?” asked Kamal. It had been a bit of a challenge for him, so he assumed it would be for her as well.

“I was planning on carry out on my own, but now that I think about it, it’s gonna be pretty heavy, so yeah, I’d love some help. Let’s just try not to make so much noise, Harry’s still sleeping. And hopefully, he’ll be knocked out for a few more hours so I can get everything together. Pinche chingadera (fucking shit)!” she cursed when she realized the fridge was empty. She’d brought along some peppers, seasonings, and the necessary ingredients to make tortillas, but that was the extent of the groceries. “There’s no food in the fridge. I completely forgot about getting food. Damn it!” She rubbed her tired eyes. “How didn’t I remember that?” she muttered to herself.

“Miss, if you please, I could escort you down to the market. It’s not a far drive from here. Or, if you please, you could write down a list and I would be more than happy to fetch its contents on my own, whichever you prefer will suit me well.”

“You sure you won’t mind?”

“Not at all,” he reassured.

“Alright then, thanks, I’ll just go grab my bag and then we can head out. I’ll be back in a few.”

It wasn’t long before Kamal drove Paulina down to the local Tesco, and as soon as she stepped inside the store, she started bolting down the aisles, wanting to get the shopping quickly done with. She was so focused on getting the produce and meats and everything else that she’d need, that she was completely oblivious to some of the looks the others customers were shooting her way. They knew they’d seen her before, she was someone famous, but they couldn’t exactly figure out where it was that they knew her from. Was she from the teli? Maybe from one of those talent programs that were, so popular nowadays? It was no matter where she was from, they knew they’d seen her on the teli and that she was on the covers of tabloids, of that much they were certain. And since they couldn’t exactly go up to her like they would a celebrity that they knew, they opted to just steal glances at her.

Kamal immediately took notice of their indiscrete glances. It was obvious that the shoppers thought they were being very low key about it, but they were actually being very obvious, even if Kamal hadn’t been trained by the military, he would’ve seen them, but since they didn’t present any danger to Paulina, he did nothing but stand at her side and push the cart as they moved through the store.

As soon as Paulina finished her shopping, they drove directly back to the cottage. Harry was thankfully still sleeping, he’d most likely be out until eleven, maybe even twelve since he hadn’t been sleeping well the last few days. Paulina just hoped he’d sleep long enough to give her sufficient time to finish getting the garden area ready. She knew she could’ve done it later, that it wasn’t crucial for it to be ready by the time he woke up, but she just wanted to have everything set up so he could enjoy himself right away. That was how she was when it came to the birthdays of her loved ones. They were meant to be all day celebrations and that was what she endeavored to do.

It took the better part of an hour, but they eventually finished putting up the Christmas lights, stringing up the banners, and inflating and hanging the balloons, but the most important one was the bounce house, they’d placed it beneath a large tree that would give it shade so Harry wouldn’t risk getting another nasty sunburn. Paulina was grateful for Kamals help and she was even more grateful when Alistair woke up and gave them both a hand. Had it not been for them, she would’ve barely finished putting up the decorations by the time Harry woke up, but because of them, she was going to be able to get breakfast ready, and she told Alistair and Kamal not to fix themselves any breakfast because she was going to take some fresh made food over to them. They protested, but she insisted on cooking them breakfast, so they eventually accepted her offer, and said they would leave the backdoor open incase they were out checking the perimeter.

With the decorations taken care of, she set to work on the breakfast. There were to be omelets and pancakes, which were to be accompanied by bacon and sausage since according to Harry, it wasn’t a proper breakfast without them. She made a high stack of pancakes, wanting to make enough for the security. She didn’t know how much they ate, but if they were anything like Harry, then their appetites would be very hearty. So she made dozens of pancakes and while the pancakes did their time in the pan, she worked on the omelets. And all the while, there were two pans frying bacon and sausage. With so much frying being done, the smoke detector went off a few times, but surprisingly enough, the sound didn’t disturb Harry’s slumber, he was fast asleep, drooling into his pillow.

She worked tirelessly to finish up breakfast, and when she had, she filled two containers with food for Kamal and Alistair, and then walked over to the smaller cottage to drop them off. The men were surprised by how much she’d cooked. They’d thought she’d make a few eggs, maybe bring some toast over as well, but they weren’t expecting that meal to be carried through the doorway. She’d clearly invested a significant amount of her time into making them breakfast, and so they thanked her time and time again, still finding it hard to believe that the girlfriend of their prince had cooked for them. Usually his girlfriends wouldn’t be caught in the kitchen, they were fond of exclusive restaurants and room service, but there was the smiley American with breakfast that she’d made for them. That just made Alistair’s fondness for her grow even stronger, and Kamal began to understand why it was that Harry was so taken with her. She wasn’t like the others. And the difference wasn’t just that she was American, but there was something in her air, in the vibe she gave off. Whatever it was, he knew that being in her company wouldn’t be difficult.

Paulina chatted with Alistair and Kamal for a bit, but eventually, she excused herself and made her way back to the main cottage, where she tidied up the kitchen and set the table so that when Harry walked down, everything would be perfect. She’d considered taking breakfast to him in the upstairs bedroom, but had decided it against it when she realized that crumbs might get lodged into hard to reach places and attract mice or any other unwelcomed pests. It was best to eat downstairs. That way they could avoid making a mess. All she had to do was tell Harry to walk down to the kitchen, which shouldn’t have been much of a challenge since she fully expected him to be awake by the time she reached the bedroom, but when she opened the door, there was no bright eyed ginger to greet her, there were only his snores.

Knowing that she had no choice but to wake up, she made her way up to the bed, not bothering to move quietly. He needed to wake his ass up, and if her walking was enough to do that, then so be it, but even that didn’t do the trick. He was still snoring as loud as ever, and when Paulina reached the bed, she took a seat on the edge of it and faced him.

“Henry . . .” she called to him as she pushed some gingery hair out of his forehead. “You need to wake up.”

There was no immediate response from him. It was going to take more than just calling his name to wake him up.

“Güerito,” she cooed. “It’s time to get up . . .” she placed a delicate kiss atop his exposed chest, fully expecting that would be enough to rouse him from his slumber, but although that was enough to stop his snoring, his eyes remained closed. “You need to stop being such a lazy ass, so get your gingery self out of bed.”

The right corner of his mouth twitched ever so slightly, he was fighting back the urge to smile, not wanting to let her know that he was awake. He was curious to see how things would play out, if she would try to wake him by playfully biting his ear as she had on prior occasions, if she was going to kiss the corner of his mouth and trick him into kissing back like she had a habit of doing or if she was going to do something completely different. He hoped that different was what she planned on. It was his birthday after all. Alright, maybe it wasn’t actually his birthday, but he was still technically celebrating his birthday, so he had to be treated like a birthday boy, it was only right. And since he was in the process of celebrating his birthday, it’d be a lie if he said that he hadn’t planned on having loads of birthday sex. That was one of the things he’d been looking forward to. He’d get to spend over a week with his girlfriend and he planned on taking full advantage of that. And he hoped that she planned on doing the same.

“Mi amorsito (my little love) . . .” she spoke with a tenderness that filled his being with warmth, and as she spoke, she began to trail her fingers across his toned chest and over the light sprinkling of ginger hair that decorated it. He breathed in sharply, giving himself away, but she didn’t call him out. No. She went along with his act. “I guess I tired you out last night. Here I was hoping we’d have another go this morning, but I suppose you getting older means that you don’t have the same endurance as you used to.” She let out a heavy sigh. “Perhaps I should invest in a vibrator, maybe that’ll –”

At that, his eyes snapped open. “Like hell you will.” He declared, staring at her with a possessive look in his eyes. “There’s no way in bloody hell that I'm about to let myself be replaced by some bit of plastic.”

“Oh. You’ve finally decided to wake up. It’s about damn time.” She completely ignored his little rant. “Well come on then, get dressed and come down to the kitchen.”

She made a move to stand, but Harry grabbed her by the arm, and with a yank, sent her hurling towards him. She fell atop him, and when her back collided against his chest, she let out a high pitched yelp of sorts.

“Let me go, you gingery oaf!” she exclaimed.

“You can’t insult a man like that and just expect him to let you go,” he whispered into her ear, his voice deep.

“I didn’t insult you,” she said very matter-of-factly, a coy smile tugging at her lips.

“Yes, you bloody did.” He spoke huskily. “You had a go at my pride. What with saying you’d have to get some plastic, but I’ll put those fears of yours to rest . . .” his hand left her arm and traveled down her body, slipping beneath her jeans and under her panties. “. . . Thoughts like that’ll never cross your mind again . . .”

Her eyes fluttered at his touch. “I-I made b-breakfast,” she stuttered, breathlessly.

“It can wait.”

“It’ll get cold,” she said in a quiet voice, losing herself in his touch, he was rubbing her through her panties, and she was beginning to forget all about the breakfast she’d prepared for him. “Güerito . . .” it was meant to be a protest, but it came out as a passion fueled moan.

He pulled his hand out, letting them rest atop her jeans. “If you’re so set on us having breakfast then I suppose we –” he was teasing her, of course he was, but he didn’t even get to finish doing so, because in one swift movement, Paulina had maneuvered herself so she was facing him, her body separated from his nude one only by her clothing. “Bloody hell . . .” he whispered as he peered into her warm chocolate brown eyes. “What’s gotten into you?”

Harry knew exactly what had taken over her. The possessive look in her dark brown eyes made it clear to him that her desire for him had overwhelmed her. And before he could say anything further, she’d hungrily pressed her lips to his, completely oblivious to the taste of red wine and cannabis that lingered from the previous night. All she could taste was him. It was that delectable taste that never failed to leave her lightheaded, drunk off of his very essence. She didn’t know what it was about him, but he was better than any drug she’d ever taken, than any bottle of alcohol she’d ever drunk. Harry had a way of making her feel dizzy with just a smile, he could make her forget to breathe, her heart skip a beat, and whenever she was with him, whenever their lips found themselves in such an intimate embrace, it was as if she’d just tasted water after having been stranded in the desert. She could never have enough of him, her tongue made that obvious as it moved in a heated frenzy against his own. It sought to have its fill. Yet it very well knew that it would never be fully satisfied, it would always be left wanting more.

Her left hand curled into his hair, claiming the gingery locks as her own, while her right tucked itself beneath his pillow. It kept her propped up a bit, not high enough to create a formidable distance between herself and Harry, but high enough so that some space did in fact exist between her heaving chest and his lightly freckled one.

It was becoming painful to remain clothed as they continued on in their heated kiss, and the first to do something to remedy that, was Harry. His hands traveled down her sides, relishing in the curves of her upper body, before settling on the hem of the t-shirt. They didn’t linger there long, only a few seconds passed before he pulled it up over her head, forcing them to momentarily break apart, but once the shirt had been discarded, they resumed their previous endeavor, only that time, she no longer felt it necessary to keep her right hand tucked beneath the pillow, she let it rest on his neck, so that her fingers could delicately massage the flesh.

With her shirt no longer an issue, Harry directed his attention to her bra that was keeping her chest from him. His hands snaked his way towards her back, fingers trailing across her spine until reaching the clasp. Like the seasoned professional that he was, he had no problem in unfastening it. He grabbed hold of the straps, guiding them off her shoulders and then tossing the bra without taking note of where it fell, much like he had with her shirt.

When her breasts were freed from their cotton confines, she placed her right hand atop the pillow, and took a moment to just stare at Harry. His cheeks were bright pink, and his hair was an absolute mess, but he’d never looked better than he did at that moment. He was looking up at her with such adoration that his tender regard for her somewhat masked the lust that burned within him, but as was only natural, the lust eventually got the best of him, and he tore his eyes away from hers, so that he could move his lips towards the soft mounds of flesh that were dangling mere inches from his face.

A soft kiss was placed atop her breast, and then slowly, his lips moved downwards until settling on her pert pink nipples. His lips instantly parted, welcoming her nipple into his mouth, where his tongue eagerly awaited its opportunity to twirl and linger, to enthrall and please. And as his tongue began its pleasurable assault on the soft rose bud, the other breast was taken into the palm of his calloused hand, and gently kneaded. The pleasure emanating from her breasts was so potent that she arched her back, and let out a barely audible moan as she curled her fingers into his hair, holding him close to her body.

She was so caught up in the pleasure his tongue gifted her, that for several minutes, she’d completely forgotten about him. The only thing that existed was the pleasure, but given time, her brain became capable of thought, and it was then that she realized that he was doing all the pleasing, and that just wasn’t do. It was his extended birthday celebration, and it had to be treated as such.

So she pulled the ginger hair, forcing Harry’s lips away from her breasts. He stared at her in confusion, unsure as to whether or not he’d done something wrong. Maybe he’d been a bit too eager with his biting? Maybe her breasts were feeling a bit tender? Whatever it was, he decided to ask if she was alright, but when he saw a little devilish smile play across her lips, he knew everything was fine.

“Lay back,” she ordered, her eyes devouring every inch of him.

He did as he was told, letting go of her hips and laying back onto the pillows. He watched with curious eyes as she took a moment to stretch her neck along with her back muscles, and when she felt comfortable, she maneuvered into the open space between his legs. It wasn’t much space to speak of, hardly enough for her to fit comfortably in, but she positioned herself as best she could, and then sat back on her heels, observing with a smirk as Harry impatiently awaited her move.

He already had a hard on. He’d had it ever since her top came off, but he’d been too distracted by the shapeliness of her breasts to act upon the urges that the ache that accompanied his erection brought on. But now he didn’t have her breasts to distract him, now he had her between his legs, topless, and she stared at his body in such a tantalizing manner that he swore he was going to lose his mind if she didn’t do something soon.

Luckily for his sanity, his wait wasn’t prolonged much longer. She placed her hands atop his thighs, and slowly ran them upwards, grazing the sensitive flesh that in turn made his dick ache in anticipation. She was deliberate with her movements, wanting to travel up his thighs, before allowing her left hand to rest on his chest, while her right cupped his scrotum.

When she was in position to do just that, she began to massage his scrotum. He loved when she did that during oral, but more than that, he loved when her warm lips enveloped his testicles as her hand stroked his length. But before she could do any of that, she had to get him ready. He may have had a hard on, but he wasn’t at his absolute best, so without hesitating, she leant forwards, and began kissing along his inner thigh, inching closer and closer, but never getting quite where he ached for her to be. She kissed along his right inner thigh, along his left, and when she reached his pubic area, she removed her hand from his scrotum, so that she could have space to place light kisses all around his cock. She let her lips linger as the kisses were placed, and as she kissed his eager flesh, she peered up at him, and watched as he inhaled sharply, trying to keep himself from going wild.

Knowing very well that the once welcomed kisses are quickly turning into a form of tortured, she decided to move her lips down towards the base of his engorged cock. Her lips instinctively parted, granting her tongue access to her lovers cock. She immediately began licking from the base all the way to the tip, letting her tongue linger along the way to provide extra lubricant. When she reached the top, she opened her lips further, struggling to take him in, but with a bit effort she managed, and began to swirl her tongue along the underside of his tip, causing his hips to lift up off the bed. She took that as a good sign, and slowly began to take more of him in, the whole while making sure to massage the base of his cock, applying pressure that would multiply the intensity of his pleasure.

With each flick of the tongue, with each bob of her head and turn of her hand, he grew ever closer to that maddening release that always had a way of leaving him red faced and panting. Desperate for his release, he placed his hands on the back of her head, curling his fingers into her dark curls, as he began to fuck her mouth. He was now in control of their pace, and despite his desire to not seem to greedy in pleasure, he couldn’t stop himself from moving rather harshly, from causing her eyes to water, and to gasp for breath.

He kept at it until he felt his stomach muscles tightened. It was then that he released her head from his hold, that he fell back onto the pillow and a low grunt in the form of her name rang through the room. He’d expected her to detach her lips from his cock, to let him spill onto her breasts or onto a tissue, both of which were quite popular with her. But instead she did something different, she kept her lips firmly in place, her hands massaging the shaft until she felt his cock tense, and it wasn’t long before he rushed into her lips.

As soon as Harry realized what she was doing, he propped himself up on his elbows, unable to believe that what he was feeling, was actually happening. It was a trick his oxygen deprived mind was playing on him, that was what he thought, his mind was making him think that a long held fantasy was coming true, and when he looked down he’d find that her lips were nowhere near his cock, but that wasn’t so. When he looked down, he found her eyes staring intently into his, and her lips were firmly placed on his tip, taking him for everything he had.

That was enough to make another shot of ecstasy course through his being. The pleasure coursed through his veins, causing his eyes to flutter, and his lungs to be short of breath. There she was, attached to him, making one of his lust filled dreams come true. And all he could think to do, once he’d regained his ability to properly think, was to utter her name in a husky voice.

“Paulina . . .” he moaned.

She pulled away, a small pop echoing through the room when his cock fell from her lips.

“Condom?” she asked, that devilish little smirk making its way back onto her face.

“I-in my jacket,” he stuttered still recovering from his orgasm. “Should be in the inside pocket.”

She abandoned her place on the bed, in search of the jacket that he’d discarded the previous night, before their shower. And when she found it, she wasted no time in getting to the condoms, she pulled out all three, deciding it was best to keep them handy just in case, and as she made her way back to the bed, she tore the packaging open, and pulled out the rubber that would, coupled with her birth control, ensure that their morning indulgence would be worry free.

As carefully as she could, she rolled the protection onto his cock, smirking when she felt it tense at her touch. With it safely on, she once again got off the bed, but that time it was to relieve herself of her jeans and dampened panties, there was no place for them, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to waste any precious time by having Harry take them off her.

“Why’d ya do that?” asked Harry, when he saw her taking them off. “Don’t ya know taking off your knickers is part of the fun? Now you’ve denied me of part of the enjoyment.”

“I'm sure there’s something better to keep you entertained,” she whispered seductively as she crawled onto the bed and straddled him.

“Is that s-so?” he stuttered towards the end when she grabbed the base of his cock in her hands, holding it steady as she hovered above.

With her free hand, she spread her lips open, readying them for what was to come, and as soon as she felt the tip of him enter her being, her body tensed, and a sensual gasp rushed forth from her lips.

He placed his hands on her hips, and slowly lowered her onto himself, careful not to move to quickly. Although he was mindful of his threat, his considerate pace wasn’t enough to keep completely keep her from feeling some discomfort. It didn’t matter how many times they had at it, she was always so tight in the beginning, so unprepared for him, and it always took a minute or two for her to adjust. She lowered herself completely onto him, her ass touching his thighs, and for a moment she just sat there, getting used to having him inside, but with the passing seconds she began to grind into him, a little to the lift, some to the right, and it wasn’t long before she lifted herself up completely off him, and then slowly descended back onto him.

“Güerito . . .” she moaned as she slowly rode him, taking her time to become reacquainted with his body.

Harry couldn’t take her moans, he couldn’t stand to have her ride him when he wanted nothing more than to tower over her, than to have her writhe in pleasure beneath him, and so he did the only thin he could do, he ordered his hands to abandon her hips so that his arms could wrap around her waist, and when he had her chest pressed tightly against his own, he maneuvered them so that she was pinned between him and the bed, and so that her hair fell off the side of the mattress.

Without much of a warning, he pressed his lips roughly against her own, wasting no time on the simple action of lip on lip, his tongue immediately darted forwards, demanding that her lips be parted, and when they were, it made its way in, eagerly seeking out her own so that they might lose themselves in their heated passion. And as his lips savored hers, Harry pulled out all the way, stopping only when his tip could barely feel the heat radiating from her warmth, and when he felt able, he thrust all the way, earning a cry of sweet ecstasy to rush from her mouth and into his.

He lost himself in her body, in the valley between her breasts, the sweetness that her lips managed to retain despite their being mixed with his saltiness. He lost himself in her curves, in the pleasured moans that filled the bedroom whenever he thrust in just the right way. He gave himself up to her, trading in the world and its distractions for the space between her legs, the space that never failed to transport him into the realm of pleasure where the only thing that mattered was that they were together. He relished in being with her, in having her in his arms, and being fortunate enough to be able to admire the expression that befell her face whenever she achieved climax. She was all he wanted for his birthday, and he planned to have her all the week through.