Harry takes control

Chapter four.

Without looking away he pulls the strings of my bikini loose. I can feel it slip away from my breasts. Over my nipples. He lays me down again. Now it's Harrys turn who's eyes are scanning me.. I can see his eyes filling with desire. Then he locks eyes again. When he sees that I'm still watching him, he grins.
'Good girl.' 'Now let me taste you princess.'
He moves his head down towards my mouth without breaking eye contact. He gives me a kiss. Short but rough. Then he start moving down, I can feel his tongue making a trail towards my breast. When he reaches my nipple, his tongue is making rounds for a bit. Then he decides to take my nipple in his mouth and starts sucking on it. When I think he's done with it, he places my nipple between his teeth. I get overwhelmed by that feeling and i can't help but letting out a loud moan.

I can feel that Harry reacts to this as I can feel him getting harder.
His mouth leaves my nipple, wich makes me pout. He sees this and places his hand on my breast. His mouth and tongue finds its way down. He reaches my slip. He pushes my legs open, so he can kiss my inner thigh. My hips are loosing control and start moving up and down, my back is bend so it makes a gap from the floor. I let my fingers go through his hair.
'Lay still.' And he pushes me down to the floor.
He starts kissing again.
I've lost all control and throw my head up which makes me break eye contact and makes my back bend again.
He stops and pushes me down again.
'Did you not take me seriously princess?'

Before I know it, he rips my slip off my body. I let out a little squeak.
He spreads my legs and I feel him putting his fingers in me.
My moan gets interrupted by a kiss. I finish my moan, wich fills Harrys mouth with a sound that represents my pleasure. His fingers starts moving faster and almost follows the ritm of our breathe. The faster he goes, the faster we breath. The faster we breath, the faster his fingers goes.
I let my hands make a trail over his back to his short. He feels what I'm trying to do. So he stops to rip his short off. My eyes lock on his erection.
At this moment I'm not sure who's sweat is on my body. Mine or Harrys.
Harry is watching me. I can see on his face he likes to see my body moving around, desiring his touch.