tryst [third] // h.s

3.02

Chapter two

Harry Styles

Loud music, perspired bodies, and the wonderful sweet scent of my girlfriend's filling my nostrils take over my senses. The curves of her delicate waist under my touch, all that there's left to do is have her stunning presence before me, looking back at my eyes but she's dancing against me, rolling her body to mold perfectly with mine.

Zara fits in between the front part of my body, swinging her hips from left to right while occasionally grinding her round ass against the center part of my body, pretending to be dancing with the beat of the music leading her movements. I won't be fooled.

We haven't had a single moment to be alone but that isn't the worst thing. Among all the peculiar things that make me love my girlfriend to death, is her anxiety, telling her that we can't have sex while on the same fucking boat as my parents.

I touch her a bit closer, or I rest my hand on her thighs and she flinches. Slapping my hand away and telling me to behave while I promise to do so if she rewards me once we are alone. Problem is, we are never alone.

We could sneak to the bathroom and have a quick fuck against the counter but that's not how I would want our first time after more than a month to be. I want to take my sweet, careful time with her. Kiss every mark on her body. Worship every inch of skin. And pleasure every single one of her nerve endings, starting from the ones in between her legs.

I am deprived, so is she but she can take it. I, on the other hand, feel like am about to explode. I won't but Zara has been wearing tiny little bikini suits around me. Shorts, skirts and summer dresses.

Fucking hell, I can't begin to explain how her little sundresses make me feel. Zara is wearing one right now, a short yellow one that's soft enough for me to lean over the curve of her ass and allow her to feel the swell of my cock. Attention, I need attention.

Now her hands are moving to the back of my neck, taking over any span of attention I couldn't have on her. She dominated every thought in my head, now she's taking every other sensation. This woman has me in a chokehold, in the palm of her delicate hand and she doesn't realize it. It makes it ten times more special.

"My pretty girl is dancing for me, yeah?" I graze her ear with my bottom lip, talking over the loud music but keeping my tone low enough for us to have a secret conversation. She drops her head to my shoulder and nods against me, pursing her lips to connect them with my jawline. "Careful with your movements, darling. You might expose me."

"We've been dancing for almost an hour. I'm surprised it took you so long to...wake up." Her seductive lips wet on the skin underneath my ear as her eyes remain innocent in contraposition.

"So this was your plan all along?" I groan with my hands tightening on the sides of her waist, fisting the fabric of her dress in between my fingers. She nods at the sudden physical claim on her body. A drunken smile appearing on her lips. "Yeah? You wanted to get me going? Just so I could fuck you hard and fast?"

"I'd much rather you take your sweet time with me. I know that's what you've been thinking about." She licks up a bold stripe on my neck, turning in between my hands to look at my face. Now her eyes connect with mine. Blue, green, teal, toned mint, sometimes even sage. Whatever the color they seem to be today, they are darker and staring back at me with lust and hunger. "You don't even insist anymore. You just listen to me."

"Isn't that what I'm supposed to do?" I ask in confusion and she nods but a smirk spreads across her face. "Do you like me to be obedient or to bend the rules?"

"Obedient to me asking you to bend the rules." Her wordplay makes me drop my head in laughter but she takes on the opportunity and access to my neck, peppering kisses on my skin. "I really miss you, baby."