Half A World Away [H.S]

12. AUG 16TH

AUG 16TH

NARRATOR POV.

10:45am

    Once Adriana was able to head back to her table to have breakfast, it was already past 10am and the boys also left the area once the girls went to eat. They had to change and head to the arena for sound check. Their day was just starting, with no break until an hour before the show.

    You would think concert days would be more lay back, but it was actually the complete opposite. They had soundcheck early in the day, some interviews, fittings to make sure their outfit for the night was good, and now, you can add making music.

    Edward never had to do the kind of thing he is doing with the band, walking around trying to fit studio time into their busy schedule, finding corners in hotel rooms or in an arena. Usually people were the one bending rules and their schedule to have him produce  their stuff.

    But he had time to spare, he had offers that he could have taken and never had to leave his house, and that was a big reason why Edward picked this project. The house was the problem, the empty space field with memories of his dead wife, where his daughter wasn't going to be there to try and fulfill the emptiness in his heart. He needed the busy life, he wanted to be busy to the point he didn't have time to think about what was taken from him.

    And the contract the band an agent offered him was so tight and limited to change that he took it without even thinking twice.

    After breakfast the girls headed back to Adriana's room, which she needed to shower to clean off the sex sweat and get ready for the day. Sabrina said she wanted to see the apartment before having to head back to her hotel to get ready for the show.

    While Sabrina was laying on Adriana's  freshly clean bed, on her phone looking through twitter, Adriana was in the bathroom taking a shower, letting work out scream through her phone speakers, while reminiscing about the intimate moment she shared with Harry.

Her mind.

He was delicate with his touch, but in demand for control. He stared into my eyes, watching me get tortured by his soft touch going down on my skin. His right hand was once on my jaw but soon around my chin, and with his middle and ring finger tracing my lips. I quickly reacted to the act by parting my lips and allowing his fingers into my mouth, with our eyes glued to each other. I sucked them in, releasing them slowly, giving him the same pleasure I was getting from the small act.

His eyes never lost contact with mine own, even while tracing his wet fingers down my stomach into my underwear. I wanted to watch me suffer with the delicate touch, he knew it wasn't doing me justice.

"How many fingers can you take?" He asked in a rasp whisper, making each word sound like a bible verse even though it was such a sinful act he was asking me.

I have had sex, I have had oral sex, where some didn't know what they were doing, some knew just the right spot to make me cum in 5 minutes. But none of them have ever asked or wanted to know my preference or tolerance, and for some reason that gave me an urge to want to get railed by him.

Take me and use me like a sex doll.   

"How many fingers do you want to feel inside of me?" I answered with a question, provoking the demon that had taken over Harry's body a few minutes prior to this.