stars in your eyes

sex

Harry's mouth was hot and luscious as it trailed down the length of Claire's neck. She was straddling over his lap in the backseat of his Jeep and she could feel herself pressed against his hardness. A fact that only turned her on even more. It was now the third night where Claire was "at rowan's" as far as her parents were concerned – when in reality she was making out with Harry in his Jeep in the secluded wooded area he took her to the first night.

"Oh my god, claire. You are so sexy," Harry groaned against her collarbone with his hands up inside her bra. She still wasn't exactly comfortable with being topless out in the open – even if the place was wooded, so Harry had to live with her shirt on. At least she unhooked her bra so he had easier access.

"Oh my god," he moaned as he lifted her shirt up so he could put his mouth on her.

"Mmm," Claire moaned, bucking her hips into him.

"God," he groaned because she was rubbing herself against him.

"Is that too much?" claire asked, looking into his eyes thinking she took it too far.

"No, no. It's... oh god. It's good," he breathed heavily.

Claire scraped her fingernails lightly up his bare chest before bucking her hips against him again.

"Fucking hell," he breathed, leaning his head back. So she did it again.

"You're going to kill me, Claire," he breathed, grabbing her tightly in his arms before he maneuvered her onto her back on the seat.

He positioned himself between her legs and began kissing her heavily again. Claire was wearing a skirt, in which he had hiked completely up and was enthusiastically feeling up her upper leg and bottom area.

"What am I going to do with you?" Harry chuckled, leaning his head against her forehead.

"I don't know. Whatever you want?" Claire said, biting her lip. His eyes widened for a moment before he smirked at her.

"Don't say things like that, claire. Not unless you're really ready," he told her.

"I mean, like... there are things I am ready for," she said.

"I... I've noticed," he smirked at her.

"Am I... am I being too forward?" She asked, swallowing hard, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden.

"No, no. I just... this is... you make me so... uhh," he groaned.

"I make you so... uhh?" Claire smirked at him.

"You turn me on, claire. A lot," he explained.

"You turn me on too, Harry," she smirked at him, feeling a blush creep up her face.

"Mmm," he hummed against her lips as he kissed her.

And then she felt his hand move from her outer leg to her inner thigh. He was moving forward. His hand slowly moved over her mound, cupping it in his hand. Her breathing hitched in her throat, thus breaking their kiss.

"Is this... is this okay?" He whispered.

"Uh-huh," she said, sounding entirely too breathy for her liking.

His lips came back down to kiss her, but she couldn't concentrate on it with his hand on her the way it was. Their kiss broke and he buried his face in the nape of her neck as his fingers worked their way inside the top of her panties. Claire felt his lips kiss the sensitive skin on her neck and it sent a shiver over her body. Her brain was racing and her heart was beating in her throat. She was trying hard not to tense up as his fingers slowly explored her.