Vigilante | H.S.

49 | Skin

"I'll give you my body"

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Harrys pretty hands; roaming and exploring every inch of my body. His lips, practically attacking mine, neither of us were able to breathe.

Gripping my hips, urging me to move myself against him, groaning at the feeling of the friction having some sort of tiny relief from the heartbeat I had between my legs. I grabbed him blindly, anywhere my hands could find, his biceps, digging my nails into him uncontrollably.

Every feeling I had seemed intensified, his touch was electric, his lips were consuming, everything was intoxicating. The small spark that had started deep in my stomach when I was teasing him, felt like there was a bucket of fuel poured on it, I felt like I was at an everlasting high.

There was a pit in my stomach, a tingling ache that I knew would have to be dealt with, I needed his touch, that relief I knew he could give me as soon as I asked him to.

His tongue was already in my mouth, tangling with mine eagerly, seeming like he was trying everything to savour the taste of me. Mindless gasps and moans were pouring from the both of us, the exhilarating feeling of just caressing each other.

His fingers flexed on my hips, pushing me down like he was trying to get me even closer to him, grinding my hips on the bulge that I could feel trapped underneath the rough denim of the jeans.

He let out a deep moan, shifting his hips beneath mine as he laps around my tongue, the kissing becoming messier and almost deranged.

"I need you so bad" He whined between our clashing teeth and swollen lips. "Jesus fuck my sweet daisy, I need you right now"

The heated pressure grew even stronger in the pit of my stomach, I needed him too. I kept moving, rolling my hips and gasping into his mouth, I nodded my head, showing him that I wanted him just as badly.

"Won't it hurt?" I mumbled against his lips, referring to the damage done to his body. I didn't know if it was going to hurt or cause anymore damage, he wasn't exactly soft.

He kissed me deeper, humming into my mouth before mumbling an "I don't care, I don't give a fuck."

I held either side of his neck with my hands, resting my forehead against him and speaking quietly, our lips brushing as I spoke between rugged breaths. "You're not fucking me in this cinema"

The place was abandoned and looked like it hadn't been cleaned in years, it was completely unsanitary and no matter how badly I needed him, and how badly my body was screaming at me to get him to hurry up and touch me, I wasn't doing it here.

Harry whined at my words, sounding like waiting with the pent up frustration was causing him pain.

"Im fucking is aching for you, I need you- fuck I cant take it anymore. I need to fuck you pretty daisy" His eyes squeezed shut and he looked so frustrated, his voice raspy and strained "Are you seriously gonna make me wait an hour and a half car journey?"

It was nice to see he was just as frustrated as me, kissing and grinding like he had been for the past ten minutes had got us both worked up. My original plan was just to tease him, but I ended up just frustrating myself too.

I was definitely enjoying the power I had right now, but I was desperate for him.

"That's not what I meant" I whispered in his ear, nicking it between my teeth.

Harry shifted beneath me, taking a deep breath in and letting it out slowly. He squeezed my thighs hardly, his blunt black painted fingernails digging into me. His jaw clenched and he moaned just at the sound of my voice,"What did you mean then?"