Two Angels [h.s]

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I gasp as he places me against the bedroom door as it slams shut.

His lips are pressed into mine hungrily. They attack mine as I catch up dominantly. My lips search his, his tongue tangling with mine as I whimper. My knee is to his hip and my hands are on the collar of his shirt.

I turn us around, slamming him against the door this time. His lip twitches as he exhales hardly against me. He grins, "getting tuff there."

I laugh, "shut up." I kiss him again, his hands pulling my waist towards him tightly as my tongue meets his mouth first making him moan. My hands run through his hair. "You like this, Harry? Already moaning for me and I haven't done anything yet."

I bite his lip and his eyes give me an exciting look. "You're a bad girl, Elizabeth."

"Mon Cherise..." I whisper, "im the one who's gonna make you feel good," I kiss his chin, "start by being nice and listen." I run my hand down his chest, running over his cock as he rocks his body into mine.

His hands brush back my hair, cupping my jaw. "I thought I was being nice." his thumb begins to smudge my lipstick and I take my hand away, gripping his wrist as I place them by his sides against the door. "Look at you." with a smirk I only lower my hands to unbuckle his belt.

His hands try to find my waist but I shake my head, "no touching."

His jaw clenches, "thats how it's going to be, huh?"

"You wanted this, no?" I smile like a devil, unbuckling his belt and snapping it from the loops. His torso moves upwards a fraction. "Now stay here," I whisper before backing away slowly, his gaze pinned on mine.

"You're a wicked little thing."

"You're pathetic." I taunt and bite my lip, "at my mercy, sweet boy."

His tongue roams over his mouth and as I go to sit at the edge of the bed I take the sweater off my body. Leaving me in a tight black dress I toss it to the ground as I sit down. "Why wont you take off your dress?" he smirks, "give me a show."

I shake my head, "that's not how this works." I move up on the bed so I fall back on my elbows, enough room to watch him completely. "You're at my mercy tonight. So be a good boy, Harry and give me my show."

His arms are crossed as he leans against the doorway. I even close my legs so he can't see anything.

"Now why won't you take off your clothes and come over here, won't you." I let a smile pass my lips, "s'il vous plaît."

With his tongue on the roof of his mouth, his eyes never leave mine. His fingers slowly unbutton his shirt. "Such a little devil." I watch as his tattoos on his torso become present. The butterfly, the sparrows, my name, a ghost, two hearts. "You're lucky I like devils who like to play." I watch as his shirt falls down his shoulders and his arm tattoos make me close my thighs tighter. His torso is tone and cut and it makes me swallow. He even tries to take a step forward but I look at him in a warning. 

"Listen or ill take a nice long shower by myself." I smirk as I point to the bathroom, "I think my fingers are quite suitable."

He grunts.

"Or did you want to help me?" my hand traces my chest before I slowly lower them, "make me feel good." they trace lower... lower... lower until I tease the lace of my underwear. His eyes watch me like a predator. And slowly my fingers sink beneath the lace on the side, just softly grazing.

Silently he unzips his pants in an eager motion but refuses to beg. I see it in his eyes he wants to be a pain. As his hands fall to his pants he peels them off. Everythings off his body and I watch as he begins to walk forward. Tying his hair in a low bun on the way.