My heated skin hot against the cold cotton sheets I was panting. I had just cum hard, leaving me helplessly lying there on my back, face slightly buried in the pillow. He had the weirdest habit of getting especially energized and even silly. Heavy lids covered my blown-out green eyes as I was riding out my high. Still stark naked, he walked back over to the king size bed and straddled my hips, the white sheet separating our sweaty bodies.
Finally, I blinked, saw the cam and gathered the little strength I had in me to lift my hand before my face and gesture for him to put the thing away. Single strands of his curly brown hair stuck to his sweaty forehead.
Then he stretched out his right arm, holding out the cam at a wider angle, before leaning down to hover over my face. He bit down on his full lower lip in anticipation.
He held me in place with his palm on my cheek. Next, I felt his full pink lips pressing down on mine. All this time they had been parted from trying to catch my breath, so he had easy access to my lower lip, toying with it, sucking, biting down. My whole body was overly sensitive in this state; I felt his breath hot and ticklish against the skin of my cheek.
Harry slid his tongue into my mouth, urging me to join in. I tried to kiss back but could merely order the tip of my tongue to hold against his pushy attempt. He literally took my breath away so I pressed my palm against the swallow ink on his chest pushing him away. Harry stopped, with a boyish grin on his face he hovered about an inch away from mine. He turned his face to look into the lens again, adjusting the angle so he could prop himself up with both hands while still keeping the cam in place.
Slowly but surely, the feeling of not being able to control my own body faded. For a short moment my eye-lids fluttered open until Harry decided to go for my neck, planting a wet trail of kisses down my neck.
I gave in and let myself fall again as he sucked on the sweet skin just below my ear, drawing blood.