His
lips grazed my jaw as his hand slightly tugged his t shirt down from my
shoulder. Harry nipped at the newly exposed skin, making me whimper. My
body froze as a large hand skimmed down my body, dangerously close to
my crotch, but I flinched back before he could touch me. Harry’s eyes
never left my face. My breathing became increasingly heavy as he
cautiously played with the tips of my fingers. They became entwined with
his, slowly he pulled me forward. Harry sat on the edge of the
bed looking up at me. He caught hold of my other hand, tugging me
forwards until I was stood in between his legs. My chest rose up and
down quickly as I felt him place a large hand round the back of my
thigh. He lifted it, encouraging me to straddle his lap.
Harry shifted back further on the bed. I placed my
hand on his chest to stop me falling into him. My touch quickly withdrew
as I watched him grip the bottom of his t shirt. The fabric was swiftly
pulled over his head before chucking the clothing to the floor. My eyes
were instantly drawn to the tanned skin of his torso. I gasped as Harry
caught hold of my hand. He brought it up to his shoulder before guiding
me down over his left collar bone.
“Please.” He begged.
Harry’s hand left mine and I surprised myself when I continued to touch his chest. His muscles were
toned, hard under my soft fingertips. I watched his mouth part as my
index lightly ran over his nipple. Hot breath forced from his body as my
touch travelled down his front. Carefully I traced the defined lines on
his stomach. Harry couldn’t take his dark eyes off me as I dipped into
the curves. I curiously let my fingers wander to the v lines on his
hips. But my touch ceased when I reached the black band of his boxers
which was visible over the top of his jeans.
I froze, still sat on Harry’s lap as he slowly
released his belt. The button was popped open and the zip pulled down.
My eyes widened. Harry acted quickly as I tried to climb off him, one of
his large hands held my thigh, the other slid round to my lower back in an effort to keep my straddling him.
We stayed like that for a few moments. My shaky
breath trembled from my lips as Harry’s grew deeper. I shivered as his
touch ran up my back, forcing me closer to him. He leaned forward, his
nose brushing my cheek as he desperately tried to get me to respond. I
turned my head towards him, giving him the opportunity to catch my lips
with his.
Harry’s hand disappeared from my leg. A deep moan
followed which vibrated against my mouth. I pulled away, my wide eyes
instantly darting down to find Harry’s fingers rubbing over his crotch.
His eyes were closed, the movements becoming harder, his mouth parting
once again. I couldn’t stop myself, my fingers carefully moving to his
forehead, brushing his curls back. He hummed with my touch a small smile
appearing on his face.
I had never seen him like this before. Harry seemed
almost vulnerable as I watched him press his palm down. It was a vast
contrast to seeing him earlier when he violently beat Jake. Now Harry
was quietly moaning, enjoying the pleasure washing through his body.
Maybe it was because I wanted to feel stronger, create a sense of
dominance that Harry always held over me. Whatever the reason, I was
curious to find out how it felt to be the one in charge. His eyes shot
open when my fingertips trailed down the tensed muscles in his stomach.
My hand trembled as I moved to the black fabric revealed by his undone
jeans. I gasped as his large hand fell over mine, encouraging me.
Harry’s eyes locked on my face as he showed me how to touch him. He grew
harder as I gently squeezed, watching in awe as Harry’s hips rocked up
to my touch. A short time later he withdrew his presence.
“Harder.” He instructed quietly.
I applied more pressure which had Harry groaning in
approval. My name fell in breathy gasps from his mouth as I continued
to rub over him. I couldn’t quite believe what was happening, it
shouldn’t be happening. But I was too curious to stop myself. Moisture
was beginning to pool on the black fabric and Harry’s moans were
becoming more frequent.
Harry’s face contorted in pleasure, his head
rolling back. My hand caught the back of his neck, whilst my other
continued to move against his prominent bulge. I leaned forward placing
my lips on the warm skin of Harry’s neck. His fingertips dug into my
backside when I began to suck. For once I was the one in control as I
fisted his curls between my fingers. A deep moan was forced from the
back of his throat as I increased the intensity of my mouth, sucking as
hard as I could. I wanted him to know how it felt; to have someone make
you feel helpless. My teeth grazed the already red skin, still holding
his head to my mouth.
A strangled moan echoed round the room before a wet
heat spread in his boxers. Harry continued to
breathe heavily as
another wave crashed through him. His hands held me close as his hips
rocked up, desperate for more contact.
“Bo.”
I bit down on his neck as Harry stilled, coming
down from his high. Both my hands now held him to my lips. He let out a
grunt at my dominant actions, but quickly decided to reverse the roles.
Harry flipped us over, my lips losing contact with his skin as I lay
beneath him. He panted heavily above me before gripping both my wrists
in one of his large hands, bringing my arms above my head. I nervously
watched as he reached up to the painful looking purple mark on his neck.
Harry’s eyes squeezed closed as his fingertips gently brushed over the
skin. I was somewhat surprised when he displayed a smirk.
“Was that payback?” He asked smiling.
I didn’t reply.
“Maybe I should piss you off more often.” He chuckled. “It’s fun.”
My eyes fluttered closed as he left a heavy kiss on
my mouth. Harry’s touch left my feeling weak as he playfully ran his
tongue over my bottom lip. He released my wrists and climbed off of me,
strolling over to the other side of the room. I sat up, resting my
weight on my elbows. I couldn’t help but admire the way his back muscles
expanded and contracted when he walked. His belt was still undone as he
turned to me. Clean boxers were held in his hand and he winked at me
before closing the door to the bathroom. I heard the water turn on as I
shuffled back on the bed. My fingers carefully ran over my lips, the
tingling I felt when Harry kissed me still lingered on my mouth.
***
My eyes darted to the door, Harry emerging in just
his boxers. He chucked his clothes into the washing basket as I watched
him. His hair was in ringlets, still slightly damp from the shower.
Small droplets of water glittered as they made paths down his neck and
chest. Harry’s toned torso caught my gaze, the v lines on his hips
disappearing into his boxers. My eyes flicked back up to his face, which
now held a grin and deep dimples. He was beautiful.
“Like what you see?” Harry smirked.
His deep laugh echoed round the room as my focus
dropped down, my cheeks tingling with heat. I hastily got up when he
walked round the other side of the bed.
“Bo.”
I turned to see Harry’s eyebrows raised expectantly. His pink tongue slipped out, wetting his lips before he spoke again.
“Where are you going?”
His bare, tanned skin distracted me for a second, but I composed myself quickly.
“Sofa.” I replied hesitantly.
His dark curls tousled as he shook his head.
“Stay here.”
I watched as he pulled back the covers, flicking
his head, signalling me to come closer. Nervously I crossed the room to
where he was stood. Harry leaned down, his nose brushing my cheek before
he placed a lingering kiss on my face. My eyelashes fluttered at the
sensation.
“Get in.”
I still feared him, despite the intimate moment we
shared a short time before. Harry intently observed me as I slowly
raised my hand to his neck. He flinched slightly as my fingertips gently
grazed over the sore mark on his skin. Harry’s head tilted to the side
as he allowed me to continue. A soft hum
vibrated in his chest before I
withdrew my presence.
I climbed into the bed and shuffled down into the warm confines. It smelt like him.
“Move over, Love.” Harry winked.
I stared up at him.
“I..”
Harry didn’t wait for me to reply. I was nudged
over to the other side of the bed, his warm body
climbing in next to
mine. Bare skin grazed my arm as he leant over me to the lamp, switching
it off. I rolled onto my side, gasping when I felt a strong arm wrap
round my waist. My body was pulled towards Harry, back pressed firmly to
his front. His fingers grazed my neck as he pushed some of my hair
away.
“Oh and don’t worry, I plan on returning the favour.” He whispered.
I understood exactly what he meant when his
fingertips slipped under the t shirt I was wearing. They grazed the
sensitive skin just above the top of my shorts. I felt his raspy chuckle
as goose bumps formed under his touch. He held me tightly as I
attempted to move away.
“Harry.”
He lightly pressed a kiss to the back of my neck,
his legs entwining with mine. I felt my body tingle, Harry’s warm breath
trickling over my skin. It was a little while before I could fully
relax. Harry still held me to him even when he fell asleep. I laid awake
for what seemed like hours, my mind racing, desperately trying to
figure out what had happened to my normal life. Harry.
