Forbidden Hope | H.S.

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Love is crazy.

It's something everyone secretly wants. The problem is that you can't choose who you fall in love with. It just happens.

I sometimes wonder how I fell in love with him. What was so compelling about him that my brain decided "Yep, he's the one you love".

Maybe it was because of the way he smiled and the skin by his eyes crinkled and his dimples popped out. Maybe it was the way his lips moved slowly to form every syllable he was saying. Or maybe it was the forest green of his eyes that you could so easily get lost in. Whatever it was that made me fall for him, I'm happy it happened.

I woke up in an amazing but frustrated mood. I was wrapped in Harry's arms, my back to him and his head was tucked into my neck. My dream left me frustrated and wanting him. I was getting hot so I began to move a bit trying to get comfortable when he squeezes me.

"Stop moving." he grumbles. His voice is raspy and riddled with sleep. I continue moving and he moves one of his hands holding my hip down against him and that's when I feel it. I pretend to be shocked and let out a small squeak.

"Sorry!"

"It's fine." he says, letting go of my hip and wrapping his arm back around me. We lay there for a while and I began to get restless. I begin to move my hips again pretending like I'm adjusting my body and he lets out a grumble again.

"Hope, I swear to God." he whispers and I let a small smirk crawl up on my face. I move my hips again stopping in a very teasing position.

"I'm sorry, it's just so hot." I pretend to be oblivious to what he's going on about. I move again and this time he lets out a growl grabbing my leg and swinging it over his hip.

"Hope. Stop it." he hisses out. His cock is resting right between my legs and I turn my head to face him and his eyes are open and staring at me. I move my body down again teasing him and his cock twitches and he lets out a growl. His eyes harden on me and a smirk crosses my face.

"You don't know when to stop, do you?" he states as his hand travels from my leg to my core rubbing his fingers against my clothed folds feeling the wet patch.

"Dripping for me already?" he questions again and I nod my head letting out a soft whimper when his fingers brush over my swollen clit.

"So needy. What do you want?" he whispers, leaning down kissing my neck. I roll my head giving him more access, bucking my hips into his hand. His hand stills applying pressure and I let out a whimper in protest.

"Tell me what you want, Hope." he demands and I let out another whimper.

"You. I need you." I beg. He continues kissing my neck playing with my thong before his fingers hook into the side stretching the thin material until it snaps.

"Harry! Those were- oh!" I scold him but fall short when his fingers connect to my clit, rubbing small circles.

"I'll buy you more." He tells me continuing to pleasure me and I throw my head back letting out breathy moans.

"H-Harry." I stutter out feeling the pleasure overtake my body. His hand moves away from my core and I look at him in confusion and frustration. He adjusts his grip on me pulling my leg back over his hip more as he lifts his hips pressing the tip of his cock to my entrance.

Our eyes connect and he slowly begins to push in and my mouth falls open at the feeling of him filling me completely. He bottoms out and lets out a groan as I let out short breaths. He begins to slowly thrust in and out of me maintaining eye contact until the pleasure overtakes me and I drop my head back onto the pillow.