serenity | h.s | ON HOLD

eight.

Harry.

Mangoes.

Such a sweet and savory flavor. Juicy, just like the tropical citrus fruit.

It seemed like fate the moment the bottle had stopped spinning and landed on Sarita, out of all the others in the room. If I can be completely honest, I surely was not expecting it to happen, nor did I think that she even wanted it to happen. So you can only imagine the pure shock that I felt when I asked permission to kiss her and her answer was yes. I had to register her response in my head a few times before I realized it wasn't my mind playing a cruel game with me, but that she wanted it just as much as I did.

Not a single soul around us mattered, the only one I was focused on was Sarita. The moment our lips touched, an immediate jolt of electricity shot through my veins and went straight to my heart. Fuck, was I screwed now. I was already aware of the hold she had on me since that day at Sweet Aromas, but boy was I in for a wild ride now that I've gotten a taste of her lips.

I just couldn't hold myself back once we started to kiss, I felt almost animalistic at that point. What was only a two minute makeout session felt like an eternity with Sarita. I never wanted to let her go. I wanted my hands to keep a hold on her cheeks and I wanted for her hands to keep their grip on my t-shirt.

I just wanted her.

Which is how we ended up here in my room, tangled up in each other.

I felt so pathetic as I laid here whining under Sarita as she straddled my waist, grinding herself onto me. I just couldn't help it, she was so incredibly sexy. Instead of trying to keep me quiet while we were in risk of our friends finding out what we were about to do, Sarita was fully enjoying the effect she had on me.

"So needy for me, aren't you Harry?"

Pulling away from our kiss, I use my teeth to gently nip at her plump bottom lip, "Girl of my dreams, bella." I growl out. I could see a small flicker of innocence take over her eyes from my usage of the nickname "bella" being that she has probably only been called it by her close and personal friends. However, she doesn't stay stuck in that moment for too long as she's quickly snapping out of it and back into being the little minx that she is, using this opportunity to pull her shirt over her head and toss it somewhere on my bedroom floor.

Oh my god... she wasn't wearing a bra.

I could feel my eyes practically roll to the back of my head, not believing the sight of the actual angel in my lap. What good have I done in this lifetime to deserve someone like Sarita in my house, in my bed? I am completely beside myself, and I could probably pass away and go to heaven right now if it wasn't for Sarita. Bringing us back together, she leans forward and begins to leave a trail of wet kisses up and around my neck.

From there, we become even more desperate than we were before, all of our clothes being ripped off of one another while our hands roam around every part of our skin and our minds learn the taste of one another. We didn't even have to verbally say what we were about to do because our bodies were doing all of the communicating for us. Everything in me was trying to stop me, trying to get me to take things slow with Sarita... but I hated listening to my inner dialogue.

Sarita's right hand starts to trail up my neck all the while her left hand inches teasingly slow towards my cock, getting so achingly close. My breath gets caught in my throat as her eyes look at me with a question of consent, hinting at wrapping her small hand around my neck before she began to touch me. I nod in approval as I moan out a low, "yes."