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Fifteen *

My whole body is hot, and not just because of the three layers I have on in this car sat on Harry's lap. My hands are clinging onto the back of his neck, threading my fingers into his hair and all I want to do is rip the bobble so I can feel his long locks through my fingers. His hands are all over me, on my waist then on my ass and rubbing up and down my thighs.

Every time they're on my thighs, they teeter on the inside and I can't help but squirm on his lap, I'm already soaking wet I know it. There won't be much of a need for foreplay. I just need him.

With all the passion running through our bodies, we both start clawing at each other's clothes. Before I know it, he rips my coat from my arms, throwing it into the back, my check shirt soon follows and then my black vest. I'm now sat here in my black lace bra and he pulls away from our kiss staring at my heavy chest.

"Fuck, these tits." In one smooth motion, he swings down and begins sucking, biting and kissing along the tops of my breasts. I can't help but moan loudly, moving in his lap as I feel his hard erection against my thigh. That thought alone has me smiling and keeping up a slow grind with my hips.

"Baby, I'm gonna come if you keep doing that." He murmurs, not pulling away from my body and it makes me laugh but I still my hips as his hands work there way to the button on my jeans.

Now, this is the part I was slightly concerned about. How do I remove my jeans as we sit on the same chair with a steering wheel at my back? Guess we will find out.

He tugs on the button and then the zipper, I slide off of his lap slightly so my feet are planted on the floor and he helps me tug them down my waist and thighs. I tower over him, my hands rested on the back of the chair and my tits hanging in his face. He didn't even realise until I accidentally jolted forward with a hard tug and smothered him with them.

A loud growl came from him before he stopped tugging my jeans and buried his face in them, making me squeal and hold the back of his head.

"I don't think I will ever get over these." 

I pull his head back and try to get my jeans off the rest of the way. It was a struggle, one that I would say ruined the moment but we both laughed and eventually, they were off and thrown onto the back seat too. Now I was left in just my underwear, back straddling his lap as he gazes down my body.

"I think you're wearing too many clothes for my liking." I smirk, moving my hands to the leather jacket and sliding it off his shoulders, he helped by shrugging it off too and it joined my pile in the back.

My hands soon found the hem of his T-shirt and I pulled it up tantalisingly slow, skimming his stomach with my fingers and I feel him quiver beneath me. Once the top was off, that made its way into the back and the moment I had thrown it, he pulled me on my lower back to smash our chests together and his lips to mine.

Feeling his skin on mine was just everything and more. He was warm and slightly sweaty and it just made me want him even more.

During the kiss, one of his hands moved to my ass, massaging it rhythmically whilst the other moved to the front of my panties. My breath caught in my throat when he skimmed a finger along my covered centre.

"Fuck, baby, you're soaking." I can't speak any words right now, I just reply an Mhmm before kissing him again. He moves the material aside and slips his fingers between my folds and I moan into his mouth loudly. Finding my clit, he circles it fast and hard, so much pressure that I already feel the orgasm building. I knew it wouldn't take long and god, I really did underestimate his skills because I was about 3-

"Oh fuck me." I screamed as my orgasm overrode me before I even knew what was happening, he kept up his harsh rhythm to ride me through it. He pulled his hand away at just the right time before I got too sensitive. Closing my eyes, I take a break to revel in that feeling. One I have been deprived of for so long and now it is only Harry I want to ever give it to me.