The Way I Feel Inside | h.s.

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Harry's POV:

It was no surprise that Bee still managed to avoid telling me what she wanted. She's submissive in bed, so it was expected, but I wanted to please her. We've only known each other for barely over a day and although I deem myself very experienced with sex, I wanted to know what her favorite things are.

I looked down at her, her beautiful blond head held in between my hands, her pale green eyes shining up at me with only small remnants of her pink and purple makeup around her eyes. She still had bits of glitter and even a couple of sequins on her that I'd spotted since getting her naked, but I rather liked them. They made her body literally twinkle and shine in the soft pink glow of the hotel bedroom.

I leaned down and kissed her softly, closing my eyes, and as soon as our lips parted I dropped my hands from her head and directed her softly, "Go sit up by the pillows."

It was hard not to chuckle at how fast she moved to turn around and crawl up to the pillows. I enjoyed the view as her ass was in my direct line of sight the whole time.

I turned to reach for my phone. "What music do you want?" I asked as I cleared out all of my notifications, then opened my music app.

"Hmm..." she pondered, making me look look up at her, waiting for an answer. I smiled again, noticing her casual positioning on the bed - her legs were outstretched in front of her and crossed at the ankle, and her arms were stretched over the pillows as she was leant against the black and white striped headboard. "Like a playlist?" she asked.

I exhaled out a laugh. "Like anything you want, Bee." I shook my head. "Decision-making isn't one of your strong suits, eh?" I asked, sitting my weight into one hip.

She shrugged. "Nope. I think it's a 'youngest child' thing."

I raised my brow. "Ah, youngest child... of how many?"

She folded her arms. "Five. Are we done with the interrogation now?"

I cackled then. "It's hardly an interrogation, Darling. Pretty sure you already know the number of siblings I have, so shut up."

Bee bit her bottom lip to keep from smiling and raised her eyebrows. "That," she said, and I waited for her to continue but when she didn't I shook my head and furrowed my brows, making her huff and keep talking. "That. I like that, I want that," she said, turning a bright pink and making restless gestures with her hands.

Still confused, I stared at her for a few moments, wondering what the hell she was talking about and why she was suddenly so flustered.

When the realization hit me, my brows shot up and I licked my bottom lip before catching it with my teeth. "You want me to tell you to shut up?" I asked, eager to know more about what she wanted me to do.

She nodded and clasped her hands together, stuffing them down to hide between her legs as if I didn't already see the nervous tick. I glanced down at them but then back to her face as she said, "Just in general, I like being told what to do, you already know that," she mumbled. "But there's something about being told to be quiet - it's so simple, but I just love it. I dunno." She broke eye contact and her eyes darted everywhere else in the room as if she'd just spillt a huge secret.

I took a breath. "Bee," I waited until she looked at me, "tell me what goddamn music to put on so I can put my phone down and then come make your legs shake instead of your hands." I turned my attention back to my phone screen to unlock it as it had gone black, but glanced back up at Bee to say, "That's a good start, though. Even though I already knew that," I winked, making her blush deeper and shake her head at me.