"And that's the last of it," Maureen sighed, dropping the box onto the couch in Harry's front room.

"Really, that's the last box?" Alysia looked up from her kitchen unpacking.

"You don't have a lot, Lysia. Never lived on your own besides the dorm. Looks like you never will," she winked at her baby sister.

"Stop naming the puppy. I don't want to put expectations on this. Taking it one day at a time seems to be working just fine," Alysia scolded.

"You guys have been back together for a year, and you're moving in, I think you have 'named the puppy'," she finger quoted, "I think you can probably start picking out names for the babies."

Alysia side-eyed Maureen and shrugged. Their relationship had been hard won. Once they reunited very publicly, the fans had been brutal and the paparazzi ravenous. It had put strain on both of them, but Alysia had grown a lot and Harry was no longer afraid to ask the hard questions. They had both decided to live and love in the moment though and let the future unfold as it would. Harry did not wake up clutching at her anymore and she hadn't stayed up straining her eyes by the blue light of her phone in many months.

"Is he excited about you moving in?" Maureen opened the box in front of her, and squeaked when she found lingerie, "Jesus, how many lacy little things does one person need? It just comes right off."

Alysia chuckled, "Not all the time, some of it is specifically designed to stay on. You should see what I plan to wear tonight."

"Oh.... Send me a snap!" Maureen enthused. "So, is he excited, bouncing on his toes and falling over his own feet?"

"Um....He doesn't know, " she looked at Maureen and shrugged. "I thought it would be a great surprise annd made all the plans, now I'm really nervous, honestly."

Maureen's big eyes gave way to a gentle smile, "You guys have at least talked about this, right?"

"Of course, he's mentioned it cheekily a million times, which means he really means it. He only does that when he wants something but isn't sure about it."

"Like anal?" Maureen joked and Alysia blushed.

"Any-way, I think he'll be pleased, I hope so," she put her mixer next to the sink.

"Alysia, Harry literally thinks the sun rises and sets on your ass," she wrapped her arm around her shoulder, "We're going to miss you though."

"Are you guys going to be ok? You sure about the new nanny," she worried, pushing her hair back over her shoulders, it had gotten ridiculously long, but Harry loved to hold her by it when he took her from behind, so it remained, for now.

"She's great actually, total sweetheart, Connor has the biggest crush already, and Rhiannon really only needs rides to her after school activities. They're ready, Alysia, we are ready," Maureen assured.

In a small voice Alysia asked, "do you think we are ready? Me and Harry, I mean."

Maureen smoothed Alysia's hair behind her ear, "do you love him?"
"Without question."
"Is he worth it?" Maureen continued.
"Yes."
"Are you worthy?" Maureen knew the answer, but wanted to be sure Alysia did.
"Yes."
"Then you are as ready as you can be. Growth is something you experience, not prepare for."
Alysia nodded and hugged Maureen, "Thank you for meddling?"
Maureen's face was a picture, "You knew?"
Alysia cracked up, "Well I do now! Come on! Let me show you my 'outfit' for tonight."
"Oooohhh," Maureen cooed and followed Alysia to the bedroom.

"Alysia," Harry excitedly opened his front door and rushed passed the threshold, but with the exception of a stack of boxes and a few new pictures, the house was the same as he had left it.

He quirked a brow, she always met him at his house when he was coming home after an absence. They were bodice ripping eager most of the time.
Just then he caught light strains of music coming from his bedroom. His eyes lit up! She was home.

"Fuck!" Was all he could say when he walked into the bedroom to Alysia pressed to the glass wearing the sexiest strappiest confection he had ever seen and an eye mask, with her vibrator pressed into herself.

"Harry," Alysia whined, "You're late..."

"So, you started without me?" he breathed.

"mmmhmm, couldn't wait, needed....was empty."

"Fuck, Baby Girl, what's the mask for?"

"Was for you, but its soft, thought you might want to take my picture," Alysia started lowly, but ended on a high-pitched sigh, head tipping back.

"yeah, yeah, ok, let me grab the camera," Harry turned.

"Its on the bed," Alysia quaked.

"God damn, Sunshine, how much have you thought about this?" he asked as he grabbed his camera set the focus right, watching her down the lens in her black straps. All her best exposed, chest heaving , eyes covered, fucking herself with the vibrator he had sent her when she was missing him last month; she writhed with an arched back against his huge window and he clicked the first picture.

"A lot, all the time," she groaned. "You mentioned it, thought you'd want them, pictures, um....mmmm...video. For when you're gone. Fuck, Harry, can I come?" she begged.

"No, not until its me," He commanded.

"Please, please, please, baby, I can't!" she coughed and cried when she hit a magic spot and Harry recorded her motions.

"Take it out."

"What, no, please!" she begged.

"Take it out, I want to see how wet it is," Harry requested snapping close ups as her core released the curved teal colored wand and tightened again. He took the vibrator and turned it off. "Lick that clean, Alysia, please." and he took some shots of her doing just that. When her breathing regulated, he pushed three fingers into her core and she squicked. "How wet, love?'

"So wet, Harry."

"I'd say sodden," he countered. "Think we could get it wetter?" he asked from below her on his knees, discarding the camera, but leaving the audio recording on.

"God," Alysia clenched around his hand.

He propped her leg over his shoulder and rested her weight against the window, running the flat of his tongue from her opening to the place her labia met at the top, biting there and tilting his head to lick across her clit, drawing her hood into his mouth with a pop.

"Think we can make a mess, baby?" he asked as he applied striking pressure to his spot, then pet it, then struck it in turns.

He spanked her core when her answer was a moan.

"Yes, Yes, I'll make a mess, Harry." he rewarded her by drawing her clit into his mouth and rubbing his tongue up and down it while roughly fucking into her with his fingers.

"There?" before replacing his mouth.

"Yes, right there," and she pulsed out while she pulled him away by his chin length hair. He stood then and unbuttoned his jeans realizing that he was still fully clothed while she was dressed for sin. He stroked over himself several times before using his thumb to fit his head into her dripping core.

"Fuck, Fuck, I can't, I'll come again," she swore.

"So come again, haven't felt you squeeze my cock in 6 weeks. Come as much as you want, just take it," he bid. He gripped her chin and kissed her staying still inside her as she mewled into his mouth and sucked his tongue. "Did you miss me?" he breathed against her mouth as he picked her up to drive in and out of her against the window.

"Yes, I missed you, love you. May I take off the mask? wanna see you," she was desperate.

Harry pushed the mask up her forehead and gazed at her hazel eyes. Today they were grey.

"Hi," he breathed into her mouth before fitting his lower lip between hers.

"Hi," she smiled as her hands smoothed up his back and into his hair, anchoring herself to him as she used her thighs to ride him up and down.

"Alysia, Alysia, slow down, not ready to finish this," now he was the one who was desperate.

She rose up to the tip of him and dropped herself back down hard one more time with a devilish grin before putting her toes to the floor. She hopped down and walked to the bed, doing a Vanna to show his where she wanted him.

Harry walked over to the bed and sat, he exhaled heavily, wet cock bobbing when she slipped the mask onto his face. Alysia climbed onto the bed behind him and grazed her nipples along his broad back. He shivered.

"Sunshine, what are you doin?" he groaned when she ran her hands over his shoulders and leaned over him.

"Loving you," she promised into his ear breathily, before kissing the back of his neck. This was the only draw back to longer hair was it blocked her access to the sensitive spots on the posterior of his neck they had discovered early in their relationship. Now she swept it to the side to lick, suck and bite until he was sighing. When she could tell he was about to lose it, she ran her hand down to cup his erection and stroke over him.

"Can I taste it?" she whispered into his ear, "You know how much I love it. Think I can drink you down?"

He swallowed heavily, "please."
She slipped between his arm and thigh on all fours and Harry held his breath waiting to feel what she would do. "Alysia, put it in your mouth, please."

"Your cock is perfect," she breathed against him, trailing the tip of their pointer finger up him. "I love the redness of the tip when you are excited and how wet you get. Now as wet as me, but you give me little tastes the whole time," she licked her lips and caught his ringed head as well. He jerked and moaned.
"Please, baby, suck it," his desperation was palpable.

"You love to edge me baby, am I allowed? This is mine, right?" She gripped him.
"Yes, whatever you want, but I need you to swallow me," he begged.

"Ah....poor baby," and she finally sealed her mouth over his tip and slid down to his base, rubbing him along the inside of her cheek. Alternating between deep strokes of her mouth and using her hand to stimulate him root to tip.
"Fuck, Alysia, do you want me to come. Or not. Stop, stop..," but she didn't until he filled her mouth and she swallowed him down before crawling into his lap to kiss him.

"What do you think of the mask?" She asked between smacks of her lips. "Mmmmm, missed you. Love your face," planting pecks all over his face, including  over the mask where his eyes were hidden.

"Take it off, please," he requested. "Hi Sunshine, missed you too," palming her cheeks and kissing her mouth. "Noticed a lot of boxes out there," he gave a hopeful smile, "what's that about then?"

"Maureen kicked me out, can I stay here?" She joked.
Harry guffawed, "Maureen would move me in before she asked you to leave, even if it meant Joe the paparazzi moved in next door." still laughing, " You sure babe? You wanna take this step," he swallowed.
"Well, I'm the one who moved her stuff in unannounced, think I may need to ask you if you are ok with it?" She wrapped her bare legs around him and unbuttoned his dad shirt. His underpants were around his thighs, but he'd lost his jeans on the way to the bed earlier.
"Course I want you here. Been trying to drop hints for ages,"
"Were those hints?? You have the subtly of a drunken clown, baby," she teased. "If you had asked outright, I'd have said yes."
"Is ok, I liked the surprise, all of them," his eyes glowed as he snapped the strap around her left breast against her. "This is fun, when did you buy it?"
"Last week, remember when I showed you my new panties?" She asked.
"Ummmhmmm, he said, running a finger between her neck and stomach under the straps and continuing below her navel. "I remember that phone call very well," he gave her a sly smile as she remembered their skype date where she gave him a fashion show and he gave her a show of her own.  "Kept this one secret, then?"

"It was ridiculously expensive, but I thought you would love it," she shivered when he ran a finger over her recovering center.

"Worth every penny I'd say," he smirked and kissed her. She deepened the kiss and ground against him when she felt him swelling again.

"Mmmmm, you are very eager this evening," Harry laughed.

"You feel pretty eager yourself, through its hard to tell?" she gave him a wink and he scowled.

"It gets bigger an' you know it! Never heard you complain." he pretended offense.

Alysia bussed his lips, "I'm not complaining, Harry, your grump face is just the cutest thing!"

"I'm not cute! I'm manly," he pouted.

She bit his bottom lip, "So manly," she chuckled, still rocking her hips against him.

"I'll show you manly, " he grunted, taking himself in hand and catching the right angle so her next push against him married them together.

"Ohhh," she moaned when his head popped in, "again?"

Harry smiled at her proclivities, "you love the head of my cock, right baby?"

"Yes," and she reclined her body away from him to rock the head in and out stimulating the nerves at her opening.

Harry gripped her shoulders and swung his legs up on the bed, opening them around her hips to cradle hers. He leaned her back from him and picked up her foot, putting it on his shoulder before reclining to his elbows himself.

They rocked together like this for some time watching him disappear inside her and reappear.
He watched her reactions chase across her face as he dipped in and out of her. Her body was on full display and he wished the camera was closer. He remembered then that the audio was still going. He ran his hand from her shoulder to nipple and tweaked it, she moaned and opened her eyes. He looked at her and said, "louder," before pinching her nipple several times in scccession until she reached the pitch her liked. "I like this position, I can see all of you. Feels like I can fuck you like this all night,"

"Mmmm, please,"

"How many times would you like to come for me baby?" Harry asked on a particularly strong pinch to her nipple and deep thrust.

"As many times as you want," she whined.

"That's how many can you handle?"

"Don't know, however many you want!" She squicked as he pinched her clit. He slowed his pace and coaxed a small orgasm out of her with his fingers, then slapped her clit as she quaked to extend it, when she rolled into another he smiled and reclined on the bed, bring her with him before pulling her off of him and and up to sit on his face.

"Look at you, all swollen and fucked," he slipped his tongue inside her and moaned, "that's my favorite taste, missed it," He got to work, depressing her nub with his thumb and licking into her as deep as he could. He switched positions and manipulate her clit with his tongue until she was riding his face with abandon, then he applied her favorite suction and finished her.
She cried his name and fell forward to the end of the bed and Harry was thankful for its expanse as they had yet to make it passed the foot of the bed.
He tapped her ass and slipped out from under her, picking her up and sliding with her to the headboard.
"You ok? Can you take me?" Harry whispered in her ear.
Alysia nodded and turned on her side facing him and threw her leg on top of his thigh before tracing down to put him back inside her.

He held her hips and pushed into her until sweat dripped down his brow and she reached up to brush it off. "Never leave again?" She said it like a joke, but wished he didn't have to.
"Next time, I'll do a shorter tour, that was a long 6 months. Or, you can come with me, be my trainer?" he kissed the tip of her nose and rocked into her deeper.
"Maybe, don't like being away from you. It's why I moved in," she ended on a gasp and he smiled while he pushed her into another orgasm and let her waves carry him away to, "like you in my home, feels like I really am missing half of me when we're apart."
"So cheesy," she laughed and closed her eyes.
He fell asleep joined to her then and slept for hours.
He woke up to load noises coming from his closet.
"Sunshine," he croaked out, "what are you doin?" Rubbing his eyes and pushing his face into her pillow.
"Trying to find a place for my stuff in your closet, you clothes hog. Figure if I can make a place for myself here, I'm a permanent fixture."

"Your basing your place in my life on your place in my closet?" Harry asked laughing.

Just then his beloved Rolling Stones shirt came flying out of the closet, "when I look as ragged as this thing and you still love me as much, I'll be sure of my place," she rejoined.

"What if I put a ring on your finger, would you be sure of your place then?"
Her yelp of surprise made him cackle out a laugh and he smiled when he looked out at his window, what a beautiful view.