Sage

3

"Take off your shoes," I demand through our kiss as Harry kicks my front door shut with his dress shoe. My hands feverishly find the buttons on his shirt that I try to undo, desperate to actually see those rock-hard abs I'd been feeling all night.

"I can't when you're-" Mutters against my lips, making me pull away and exhale a big breath. I chew on my lip and widen my eyes expectantly, wanting him to hurry and get the shoes off so I could get this knot in my lower stomach relieved.

Harry lets out an amused chuckle as he kicks his shoes off and I ignore it, grabbing him by his shirt and smashing my lips against his once more. I couldn't get enough of him, it seemed. The taste of whiskey and mint intoxicated me more than any drink ever could and I was perfectly fine with that right now.

"I can't wait to fuck the shit out of you," He mumbles as I stumble out of my heels, basically panting.

"I can't wait for you to either. Maybe you'll shut the fuck up, then," I tell him, not really meaning it, but it seemed like he had a thing for when I snapped at him. The smirk on his face told me I was absolutely correct. Men are so easy.

My apartment is a small one-bedroom, my door is on the left as soon as you walk in, so I'm taking control of the kiss, my hands on his hips as I softly push him. I reach behind him and twist the doorknob open, and he backs into the door to open it.

"You'll tell me if you're uncomfortable right?" I suddenly ask after pulling away. My lips feel cold and dry without the warmth of his.

Harry seems shocked that I stopped to ask this, for once, he's speechless.

"Um, yeah. Sure. You?"

"Of course."

I'm the one now grinning at his coy behavior, finding delight in our switched roles. This feeling is very brief because soon, he's smiling back.

"What?" I ask, pressing a kiss to his jaw. My lips are soft against the abrasive hair that's growing back.

"You have dimples, I didn't know that."

"So do you."

He raises one shoulder in a humble shrug, "We're like twins."

"Harry,"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up and fuck me."

"With pleasure."

I gasp when Harry picks me up with ease, not once groaning or stumbling as he leads me to the double bed in the middle of the room and lands me on it with a soft thud before crawling through my open legs and kissing me once more.  My hands gravitate to the nape of his neck as I tug him as close as possible. One of his hands moves to the underside of my jaw, cupping it gently and urging my head up to get deeper access, his tongue sliding along my bottom lip as if begging to be let in.

The playful mood is completely gone and replaced with a purely lustful one as our kiss becomes more hectic, our teeth clashing and moans falling into one another mouths as our hands roam skin. The moonlight that shines through my window accentuates his teasing features perfectly as he pulls away and looks at me, his hair now disheveled, lips plump and swollen, and chest rising and falling. 

"I'm gonna fuck all of that attitude right out of you," He suddenly says, making me bite on my lower lip to hold back a whimper. His voice was low and deep, void of any humor as one of his hands slide up to my neck, the other coming to the band of my shorts. I hum in response.

He tugs them down along with my underwear and I lift my hips as he brings them to my ankles, letting me kick my way out of them so I'm now being completely nude on my bottom half. The halter crop top still covered my chest, but it's doing a shit job now. My D cups are spilling out of the shirt and Harry's eyes cloud over with lust at the sight. He looks like he's completely hungry for me and I love it.