Cherry Bomb [h.s]

19

^ recommended song for this chapter

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"Yes." I whisper back.

In a fraction of a second, his lips are meeting mine again, hands grabbing my ass and pulling me away from the wall to carry me over to the bed.

He throws me onto the bed, and I bounce a little when I land. I sit up, bottom half of my legs hanging off the end as Harry stands between them, looking down at me as he bites his bottom lip.

I shouldn't be doing this. 

I hate him. He's done unforgiveable things. 

...but it just feels so good.

In one smooth motion, he pulls his shirt off his body, exposing every inch of his toned and tattooed chest. I grab the band of his jeans and pull him closer to me, and he falls over to land on top of me on the bed. He kisses me once more as he holds himself up, hovering above me and one knee between my legs.

He breaks away and looks down to my shirt for a moment. Just as I'm about to reach down and grab the hem to take it off, his hands grip the collar and rip the front of my shirt clean in half, leaving me in just my black lace bra. I don't even care about the shirt, I just need to feel his lips against me again.

He dips down to kiss between my breasts, then trails down my stomach to the band of my shorts. He pauses, taking his hands and pulling them down my legs, then throwing them across the room. He grabs my underwear next, taking extra time to slowly wrap his fingers around the top and pull them down as well, leaving my bottom half fully exposed. 

He stays there for a second before taking two fingers and gently rubbing them through my folds, feeling the wetness that has gathered there. He dips them in and creates a slow and tortuous pace, curling his fingers against that sweet spot every time and creating a very slow familiar build in my stomach. 

Still thrusting his fingers in and out of me, he leans back up to meet my lips again. Wanting him to match me, I reach up and unbutton his jeans, then pull them off his hips. What the jeans had been concealing was fully visible through his boxers now, and I take a sharp breath in when I take in how big he really is. I had some idea from the night on the balcony of the casino, but that was nothing compared to him now. 

Harry notices me looking, and his lips pull into a smirk. I find the courage to grab the band of his boxers and slide them off his hips as well, his erection now resting against his stomach. 

He removes his fingers and brings them back up to his mouth, sucking them clean and moaning at the taste. 

He leans down again to meet my lips, and I roughly grab his shoulder with one hand and his hip with the other to flip us over so that I'm now the one hovering above him. My knees are on either side of his hips, and I'm hovering just above his length, not quite touching. 

Harry's hands run up the outside of my thighs to rest on top of my hips.

My hands reach back to unhook my bra, then swiftly throw it across the room. Hie eyes trail all over my body, then meet my own. 

"Condom?" I ask, speaking for the first time in minutes. 

"Drawer." He gives a one word response, glancing over to the bedside table. 

I lean over and pull out the drawer of the bedside table, where a strip of gold-wrapped condoms are stashed. I quickly rip one off and tear it open, then swiftly and expertly slide it on.