Felt good letting it go

As you climbed into bed, Harry wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. “I love you, Kim,” he murmured.

Your heart pounded in your chest as Harry’s hands roamed over your body, his touch sending electric shocks through every nerve. The room felt hot, the air thick with desire, and you could barely think straight. Mom’s body was responding in ways you hadn’t anticipated, every touch, every kiss, every whispered word from Harry driving you closer to the edge.

As you fumbled with the straps of your nightgown, Harry’s hands joined yours, helping to slide the silky fabric off your shoulders and down your body. The cool air hit your skin, making you shiver, but the heat of Harry’s body against yours quickly replaced the chill. You reached for the hem of his shirt, tugging it up and over his head, your fingers tracing the lines of his chest as you did.

“God, Kim,” Harry breathed, his voice rough with desire. “You’re so beautiful.”

You felt a surge of pride at his words, a warmth spreading through you that had nothing to do with the physical sensations. This was what it felt like to be wanted, to be loved. And for a moment, you let yourself believe it was real.

Harry’s hands moved to your hips, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your panties. You lifted your hips slightly, allowing him to slide them off, your breath hitching as his fingers brushed against your sensitive skin. He tossed them aside, his eyes dark with hunger as he looked down at you.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured, his hands roaming over your body, exploring every curve, every inch of you. “Absolutely perfect.”

You moaned softly, arching into his touch as his fingers found their way to your breasts, teasing your nipples until they were hard and aching. His mouth followed, his lips closing around one peak as his hand continued to play with the other. The dual sensations were almost too much, and you had to bite your lip to keep from crying out.

“Harry...” you gasped, your hands tangling in his hair. “Please...”

He lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours as he smiled. “Please what, babe?” he asked, his voice teasing.

You blushed, the words catching in your throat. But the look in his eyes, the way he was looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered, gave you the courage to speak. “I need you,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “All of you.”

Harry’s smile softened, and he leaned down to kiss you, his lips gentle but insistent. “You’ve got me,” he murmured against your lips. “Always.”

With that, he shifted, positioning himself between your legs. You could feel the heat of him, the hardness of his penis pressing against your thigh, and you couldn’t help but moan at the anticipation. Harry reached down, guiding himself to your entrance, and you held your breath as he slowly pushed inside.

The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pressure that made your head spin. You clung to Harry, your nails digging into his back as he filled you completely. For a moment, neither of you moved, just savoring the connection, the intimacy of the moment.

Then Harry began to move, his hips rocking against yours in a slow, steady rhythm. You moaned, your body responding to his every thrust, every movement. It was like nothing you’d ever experienced before, the pleasure building with each passing second, each touch, each kiss.

“Harry...” you gasped, your voice breaking as the sensations became too much. “I’m... I’m close...”

He groaned, his pace quickening as he felt your body tightening around him. “Let go, babe,” he urged, his voice rough with need. “I’ve got you.”

And with that, you did. The pleasure crashed over you like a wave, your body shuddering as you came apart in his arms. Harry followed soon after, his own release hitting him with a **** that left him breathless. He collapsed on top of you, his weight comforting as you both struggled to catch your breath.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke, just lying there in the afterglow, your bodies still intertwined. Finally, Harry rolled onto his side, pulling you with him so that you were nestled against his chest. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, his arms wrapping around you in a protective embrace.

“I love you, Kim,” he murmured, his voice soft but filled with emotion.

You closed your eyes, letting yourself sink into the warmth of his embrace. “I love you too, Harry,” you whispered back, the words feeling more real than anything else in that moment.

As you drifted off to sleep, your mind was a whirlwind of emotions. This had been... incredible. More than you could have ever imagined. But as the reality of what you’d done began to sink in, a small voice in the back of your mind whispered that this couldn’t last. Eventually, you’d have to face the consequences of your actions. But for now, you pushed those thoughts aside, content to just be Kim, to just be with Harry, feeling good for letting it go.