COCO'S

03

Cloe Marín

Once the elevator doors close in front of us, I'm being turned around by my waist and his lips meet mine faster than I can rethink my decisions.

His lips are soft, so intriguing, he tastes like mint and alcohol. His tongue enters mine while his body is pressed to me, I moan into his mouth when he bites my lower lip, but my moan is muffled by his mouth attacking mine again.

The kiss is heated and passionate, I haven't kissed like this in a good while.

Harry takes my leg by the bare thigh, hoisting it up around his waist and making me jump slightly so he can pin me against the wall. The moment the doors are opening, Harry is quickly on his feet as he walks with me held onto him to his hotel room.

I'm being so reckless tonight that this man could quite literally kill me right now and it will be all my fault.

Before I entered his big black Range Rover, I talked with Harris, telling them what I was doing specifically so they couldn't worry about me and they were okay with it. It's Harry, they know each other too well. That gives me a bit of reassurance.

My heels are actually on his hands also, apart from my entire weight on his arms as he takes me like I'm a feather. He almost dropped me an inch when opening the door to his room which got us giggling drunkenly.

In less than a second once the door is opened, I'm being tossed to the huge bed in the middle of the room, not even paying attention to the rest of the room because my eyes are glued on Harry as he takes his oversized suit jacket off.

When he lets it fall to the ground, I can see all of the tattoos on his arms, well only on his left one because in the right one he has just a few.

"Are you going to stare at me all night?" He asks suggestively, knowing this could get on my nerves. "Where did that big mouth go?"

Something tells me he has a big dick. I don't know why.

Will he know how to use it, though?

"Not very into dirty talking." I smile, "My mouth is pretty bored, anyway."

Just like I say that he's hovering over my frame and pulling us into a hard kiss again. His hands grip my hips before snaking further to take the hem of my dress that is pulled up to my knees already, I'm sure that, with that slit and the dress being this up, you can see everything but we have our eyes closed anyway.

He quickly takes it off, making me lift my arms as the fabric passes through my head. I'm completely naked now, the only thing I still have on is my black thong because I wasn't wearing a bra, something normal in me.

My boobs are small and I have practically no curves on my body, it's not like I have a curvy type of body or hourglass. I used to hate my body, especially my breasts, but with time I learned that my body is always going to be with me, so I have to love it the way it is and take good care of it.

I'm naturally skinny, not enough to look unhealthy but enough to make a lot say that I should eat more. Believe me, I eat more than I should and my body is still the same. I hate how unfair it sounds, that's why I don't like talking about my body or other's body in general. Body dysmorphia can be cruel to any type of body or person.

If you have nothing nice to say, then why say it?

When we pull back from the kiss between pants, Harry takes a minute to study my body shamelessly. I'm confident, I'm confident, I'm confident. I do not have the body of a thirteen year old.

He brings his thumb to my lips, brushing the lower one for a moment before lowering the hand to my throat, my heart doing a little jump in excitement. He wraps his fingers full of rings around my throat, applying enough pressure to make me get even wetter.