Law and Order- complete

VII

For the first time, Harry is the one that connects our mouths.

My hand rests on his jawline and his hand goes to my waist, pulling me closer as he weaves his tongue between my lips and urges me to open my mouth wider, deepening our kiss.

The suddenness of the kiss has my chest feeling giddy and my eyes fluttering closed. His lips are still as soft and velvety as ever. Sharp exhales leave our noses, fanning against each other's faces as we refuse to separate for air.

His hand drops my waist and grips my thigh with so much force I know there's going to be indented later. As bad as I know it should hurt, I can't help but moan into his mouth and arch my back up, threading my fingers into his hair as he pushes himself closer to me so that his yearning erection pressed against my core.

I have to tear my lips from his to gasp at the feeling, flashbacks suddenly creating a pool of arousal in my underwear as my desperation grows.

While my head is thrown back and eyes softly closed in pleasure, Harry's lips move to my neck in such a comfortable fashion, lapping his mouth over the skin before sucking lightly. It seems like his goal is getting me vocal because the second another moan escapes my lips, I swear I feel a throaty chuckle that is all but amusing.

"What's so funny?" I ask, short of breath, pulling my head up to look at him just as he pulls away to press a kiss to my lips, sending my eyes closed momentarily again as if I were drunk from the gesture. With the fuzzy feeling in my stomach and numbness in my mouth, it really felt like it.

"You," He simply responds before completely detaching himself and leaving my skin cold without his touch. I watch him as he climbs over me, leaving me to roll on my back and hike ankles closer to my body, my legs open in a V shape as he crawls between them, an amused glint in his eyes.

"Yeah right," I scoff, "You're brave now, you weren't acting like that last time." I remind him, confidently wrapping my hand around the nape of his neck and tugging him closer. He has to catch his weight on his palms on each side of my head before connecting our lips in a slow, tongue-tying kiss, then pulling away as he undoes the buttons on his jeans but makes no attempt to take them off.

"That was because you were in control." He says.

"Yeah? and who's in control this time?" I raise a brow.

"Me,"

Oh.

His words aren't suggestive, just stated matter of factly. This doesn't change the way they send blood rushing to my clit and a knot tying my stomach. The smug grin on his perfectly chiseled features tells me he knows this.

Our lips tangle once more, tongues clashing at a relentless pace that intensifies the dripping wetness in my panties.

His erection presses flat against my core once more, and my toes are curling and uncurling at the longing need to feel him inside of me. there is excitement brewing from the spontaneity of our actions and the subtle secrecy. The fact that he can't seem to control himself around me boosts my confidence in more ways than I'd like to imagine.

"Tell me what you want," He manages to demand through the short periods where our lips separate and my hands start fondling with his jeans, desperate to pull them down. His hand covers mine to bring my movements to a stop as he pulls away, "Hm?"

My words are stuck in my throat but I manage out a "you,", lips parted open and probably swollen. His hasty tone makes me impatient but also eager. The last time we had sex, we were so busy chasing orgasms that it wasn't personal, I have the feeling he wants to take his time tonight.