Moon Bay // Harry Styles Series #2 - Ghana

Until the Dawn

"Can you wait? Can you cool off a bit?" I was hoping for more than a frenzied pounding like out in the rain.

"Cold shower." And with that he went straight into the bathroom and into the shower. There was a "Fuck!" as he stepped into the frigid water, and in a minute or two he was back in the bedroom, mostly calmed down. I was impressed.

"Thank you. Now I'd like to get cleaned up. Be right back." I always took my rings off before a shower because they got slippery and sometimes slid right off. Leaving my wedding rings and the rose on the bedside table, I took a quick shower and was back in minutes.

Harry had the rose on the ring finger of his right hand.

"That suits you. Your hands are elegant, perfect for rings."

He smiled as he handed me the rose. "Thank you. I've been wearing more and more, but I kept it to my two bands for this trip. They never come off. You understand that."

"I do. Now... it seems to me that we have several hours before dawn and we've only 'used' one of your decoys. I think it would only be appropriate to use the other two. What do you think? Are you up to the challenge?"

"I'm still eighteen, and don't they say that's a man's sexual prime? And I think you might just be near your own. Let's prove 'them' right."

He was suddenly standing in front of me, kissing me the soft way, just on the lips, before pulling me toward the loveseat. Glancing at the wrapper on the floor, he smiled.

"Looks like this is just the spot." He sat, pulling me sideways across his thighs, pinching my nipples hard enough to make me gasp. I did just the same to him, noticing as I did two smaller, dark spots on his chest, on either side of the butterfly.

"Harry, you have four nipples!"

"I do."

"Do the extras like attention too?"

"No more than the skin around them. Which you're welcome to touch, any time, like now..."

I ran my hands over the swallows and butterfly, then felt the small bumps of the little nipples before returning my attention to the large ones. Leaning in, I took each in my mouth in turn, sucking and nibbling as he leaned back against the back of the loveseat. It was becoming apparent just how much he enjoyed it.

I swung a leg over him so we were face to face, touching from torso to thigh. This time our kisses were the other kind. Deep, then teasing, sliding tongues along lips, taking lips in mouths and biting, then tongues plunging deep. My hands were on his cheeks and his were on the small of my back, pulling us closer together. He was ready again.

As he lifted my hips I reached between us and took him in my hand, guiding him inside me, then relaxed on him, taking him to the hilt.

"You feel so good, Annie, like we're a perfect fit. Do you feel it too?"

"Yes, you fill me perfectly..."

There were no more words as I moved up and down his length, bouncing slowly on my knees as he lifted me by the buttocks. We continued this way until he started moving faster, anticipating the crisis. But we weren't done yet.

I stood, pulling myself off of him, smiling at the frustration on his face.

"Go lie down on the bed." He went.

"Evidently this is the thing to do." I turned my back and straddled him, leaning forward on my hands, raising and lowering myself on him. It wasn't very interesting for me and not long before he spoke.

"I don't like this. I can't see you. Will you turn around?"

I did, and he smiled as he handled my breasts while I rode him slowly. This stoked my own pleasure, not enough to finish me off, but definitely enjoyable. I wondered if this was the time to bring it home. No.