Mission Impossible

Chapter 18~ Sex Baby

CLARA'S POV

  Harry started to kiss me back, and he cupped my face as I pushed him back towards my bed, where I landed ontop of him, straddling his waist. His hands moved to my hips, where he held me down ontop of him. It may have been wrong of me to be doing this, but at the time it just felt so right.

  I pulled away from Harry and peeled my tight shirt off of my body before tugging at Harry's, who assisted me. Once both of our shirts were off, we took a moment to take in the sights before us. As Harry's lustful eyes raked over my body, I couldn't help but stare at his toned, tanned torso, with v-lines leading down into his pants.

  Before I could do anything, Harry picked me up and flipped me, slamming his lips back into mine while his fingers trailed across the waist band of my shorts, teasing me. I pushed my hips up, pressing up against his growing erection and Harry bit down on my lip, pleased with my action. He slipped one finger into my shorts, rubbing me through my panties.

  Harry did this for too long, trying to torture me so I unhooked one of my hands from Harry's hair to push his hand harder against me. Harry chuckled before breaking the kiss, shifting his body so he was right over me. He kissed down my neck, chest, and stomach before reaching the top of my shorts, where he slowly pulled them down my legs.

  I panted as Harry kissed up my leg, reaching the top of my inner thigh before sliding my underwear to the side and running one finger down me before pushing it inside of me slowly. I moaned at the contact, and rolled my head back as he added another one in, slowly moving them in and out. I lifted my head back up since I wanted to watch Harry, and almost lost it as I watched him lick his lips while staring straight into my eyes. Harry leaned his head forward and slowly dragged his tongue up me at a torturously slow pace.

  "Fuck, I can't take it anymore," I moaned before I sat up and started fumbling at Harry's belt holding up his jeans. Harry started to help me and soon he only had his boxer briefs on. He was reaching towards me to rid me of my sports bra, connecting our lips together as soon as it was over my head. He laid me down onto the bed before his hands ran down my waist and hooked on to my panties, dragging them down my legs. Once I kicked them off, I laid there completely naked in front of Harry, who was just gawking at me.

  "Oh my god, you're so beautiful," he said before kissing me again, and my heart flipped. I wasn't quite sure if it was his words or what I could feel poking me through his boxers. I quickly moved my hands down to Harry's waist and started to pull down his pants until I couldn't reach anymore and Harry had to do the rest. He rested his body over me again, and I moaned against his lips as his hard member pressed against my entrance. I quickly reached into my drawer and pulled out a condom I had in there that I had stolen from Sydney awhile back. I handed it to him and impatiently waited as Harry tore the package open and rolled it on.

  "C'mon Harry, I need you," I whined and my eyes widened when I spoke the words I knew were true but wouldn't say out loud. Except I just did. I soft smile tugged at Harry's lips as he rolled it on, and I was amazed at how quickly he did it. He must have been a pro...and that made my heart hurt for some reason knowing he's done this countless of times. My thoughts were cut short however when Harry smashed his lips against mine once more, and his hands spread my thighs apart, easing himself into me. My mouth hung open as he stretched me, pushing himself fully into me.

  I regained myself and kissed Harry back as he pulled out of me fully, only to thrust into me harder. I let out a moan as he entered me once more, and I couldn't stop my hips from bucking up to reach Harry's the next time he pushed in. Harry started to pick up the pace, and my hands rose to Harry's hair in order to grab something as he rocked into me.

  "Oh my god, Harry," I moaned before my hand slipped and my fingers ran down Harry's back, scratching him.

  "Shit, Clara, you feel so good," he mumbled as my hands raked down his back, but I had no time to respond as Harry picked up the pace again, leaving me speechless. Harry was pushing into me further each time, hitting my walls and making me moan. "I love hearing you moan for me," Harry confessed into my ear, making me moan even more at his words. Harry leaned down to my breasts and ran his tongue around my nipples before leaving wet kisses on my neck, making me nearing my edge even quicker. Harry's thrusts became more sloppy and I knew he was nearing his end too.