Sunshine | H. S.

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Harry grabs my hand and pulls me slightly as we walk up the stairs as fast possible. I don't know if he's rushing because he's excited or because he wants to do this before regretting it but I honestly couldn't care less. I'm all in now and getting laid to get him out of my head seems like an excellent idea.

It's hard to keep up with him as I stumble up the steps, he clearly doesn't realize the fact that not everyone is blessed with seemingly endless legs, some of us aren't built like the baby of a rockstar and a model.

He takes his keys out of his pocket in a hurry, trying to open the door as quickly as possible. While he fumbles around with the keys I take a few seconds to look at him. He is devastatingly beautiful. The messy chocolate curls perfectly framing his face, his defined jawline and those piercing eyes that seem to shimmer slightly all the time, even in the dark hallway. Now they don't have that gentle sheen to them that was glimmering in them earlier, they are filled with need. He looks almost desperate, like his life depends on opening his front door as fast as possible. He's not even trying to play it cool, it's blatantly obvious that all he wants to do is sleep with me and honestly the feeling is mutual.

I just need to rip his clothes off and get him out of my system. I need the temporary fix of satisfaction and release.

Harry is still trying to find the right key and is clearly in a hurry, biting his lower lip and furrowing his brows slightly as his long, ring clad fingers flip through the keys in his hands. That just turns me on more and I can't resist the urge to kiss him again burning through my whole body.

Before I can stop myself I lay my hand on the back of his head and pull him down to me, weaving my fingers into his silky hair. I crash my lips into his and a surprised gasp escapes them, before he immediately deepens the kiss by swiping his tongue slightly across my lower lip and pulling me closer to him. The liquid fire starts bubbling up in my belly and the familiar pressure in my abdomen is increasing as I feel Harry all over me, his lips, his hands, his chest pressed against me. There's an urgency about our movements and the way our bodies just pull each other closer.

We need this. Desperately.

I can't stop the satisfied smile that creeps onto my face when I feel him getting harder against me, the prominent bulge straining against the fabric of his jeans and pressing into my lower abdomen. If he's as big as he feels I might get my organs rearranged today and I'm not mad about it.

 Needing all my willpower I end the kiss, knowing that it's worth it because of what's going to happen as soon as he opens that door, if he manages to find the bloody key before we start fucking in the hallway.

"Hurry up already" I say breathlessly and he nods eagerly, turning his attention back to the door and finally unlocking it. Before I can walk in he turns towards me, picking me up without any visible effort and walking backwards into the apartment as I sling my legs around his waist. It's a reflex, my core desperately aching for some kind of contact and relief.

I can't hold back the surprised shriek that escapes my lips at his sudden movements but the sound dies in my throat as his lips attack my neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin before lapping over it with his tongue and leaving wet, open mouthed kisses on my throat. I can feel the arousal gathering at my core and press my center against his hard length still trapped in his jeans. If he doesn't take his pants off soon I'm positive that the button of his jeans is just going to fly off because of the pressure.

He presses my back against a wall without even turning the light on and I shiver when he kisses my jaw, moving closer to my ear.

"You're really tiny, baby" he whispers, and I can hear the amusement in his voice.