Deception (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 18

Hello my lovelies! Again sorry for the delay, I had to take a while deciding whether Or not I wanted this chapter to turn out the way it did. I think you'll all be a bit surprised (: which reminds me.......CAUTION: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT SCENES. (; enjoy.
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He trapped me against the wall, his mouth heavy on mine.

My fingers tangled in his hair, my chest heaving. I held him tightly, desperately pressing my lips to his, over and over again.

His large hands grasped my hips, holding me in place as his lips moved from mine, only to attach to my neck.

"Harry..." I panted, my eyes fluttering shut.

My body shook, my clothes drenched from the heavy rain still pounding on the roof outside. The thunder boomed, lightning up the dim kitchen.

I gasped as his mouth sucked harshly against my collar bone, his tongue darting out to soothe the sore mark he'd just created.

"Harry," I panted again, my arms wound tightly around his neck, "take me."

He paused his actions, pressing his forehead to mine.

"Are you sure?" He questioned, his eyes searching mine.

I nodded in response, kissing him deeply. He moaned lowly against me, quickly carrying me out of the kitchen.

We fumbled through the large living room, stumbling up the stairs, small laughs slipping past our lips.

I sucked at his neck as he rushed with me to his bedroom.....The bedroom I'd first shared with him when I arrived.

(STOP reading and play "Prince In Disguise" by Tich)

He ever so carefully laid me on the bed, staring down at me with glossy eyes.

"God... You're beautiful," he whispered, his fingers tracing down my cheek to my chest.

I smiled up at him softly, resting my hand atop his.

"As are you," I replied, my heart melting.

He smiled down at me, quickly slipping his shirt over his head.

I sat up, pressing my hand against his abs. My breath hitched, my hand traveling up his torso.

His eyes fluttered shut, a low moan erupting from his throat.

I smiled, pulling him down and kissing him deeply, my fingers fumbling with his buckle.

He reached down, slowly lifting my dirty t shirt over my head.

Our mouths found each others again, our arms wrapped tightly around each other.

We fell back onto the bed, the rest of our clothing somehow finding its way to the floor.

I watched with wide eyes as his boxers were tugged down, his large erection springing from its restraint.

He was big.

Bigger than Jack had been.....Bigger than I had imagined.

He noticed my nervousness, gently caressing my cheek.

I smiled at him, kissing him deeply.

His lips moved against mine, his tongue massaging my own.

I gasped as his kisses trailed back down my neck, to my chest.

His lips attached to my breast, gently kissing and sucking.

My breath hitched, my eyes shutting tightly as the curly haired boy pleasured me.