She's A Lucky Girl

Harry (Dirty)

Tonight's the night.  You're meeting your boyfriend of six months' family for the first time, and you're scared as hell.  What if they don't like you?  What if they don't think you're good enough for their lovely little boy?  What if you're so nervous you forget how to talk?  Damn... You're going to make a complete idiot out of yourself tonight, aren't you?

You glance at the full body mirror in front of you and frown.  Is this dress too short?  Too low cut?  Is it too slutty for a family dinner?  You're wearing a sparkly, dark purple halter dress with a V-neck and a flowy skirt that falls to the middle of your thighs.  The outfit is completed with a pair of silver-studded, purple platform pumps.  Looking up at the clock you see that you have exactly one hour before Harry returns home from the studio. That gives you only one hour before you leave for dinner.  You sigh and move to the bathroom to apply make-up and curl your hair.

You swipe on a layer of glittery silver eyeshadow and trace your lash-line with a thin trail of black, liquid eyeliner.  Grabbing the eyelash curler, you squeeze your lashes lightly between the metal clamp before coating them with mascara.  Finally, you line your lips with a dark pink lip liner and apply a matching lipgloss.

When Harry returns home you've just finished styling your hair, which is falling around your shoulders in perfect ringlets.  You hear the apartment door close and suddenly Harry is standing behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and brushing his lips across your neck.

"You look beautiful, y/n," he says, his voice low and sexy.  You tremble at the heat of his breath tickling your sensitve skin.

***

You and Harry are greeted at the door by his mom.  She smiles and hugs you as she introduces herself, "Hello, you must be y/n.  I'm Anne.  I've heard so much about you."

"Yes, it's so nice to finally meet you," you say, blushing at the way your voice is trembling.  You stand on the doorstep awkwardly as Anne embraces Harry, knowing that it's been a while since he last visited her.

"Hi, Mum," Harry says. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too, Harry," Anne says as she waves you two inside the house.

A girl who you assume is Harry's sister prances down the stairs and wraps her arms around your neck.

"Hey, y/n! I'm Gemma!"

You giggle, "Hi, Gemma.  It's a pleasure to meet you."

Within a few minutes you're all seated around the dinner table, you and Harry sitting across from Anne and Gemma.  Harry has his hand on your thigh, squeezing gently.  You bite your lip and try to ignore the tingling sensations that his touch is awakening.

"So," Anne says, distracting you from Harry's hand briefly. "How did you and Harry meet?"

Harry's hand is sliding higher up your leg and you find it hard to sort through your thoughts in order to answer Anne's question.

"Er," you say hesitantly.  His fingers brush against the slightly damp spot on your lace panties, and you bite back a gasp before choking out, "We met in a coffee shop.  He bumped into me and spilt coffee all over my favourite shirt."

"Harry," Anne scolds, smiling slightly. "I hope you gave her money to buy a new shirt."

He smiles at his mother as his fingers slip beneath the delicate fabric of your panties, acting as though nothing unusual is happening. "Actually, I just apologized and asked for her number."

"Harry!" Anne laughs. "I thought I raised you better than that."

"Don't worry, Mum," he says, slipping a single finger inside the wetness between your legs, causing you to shift uncomfortably. "You gave it your best shot."

You try to smile at Anne, before shooting Harry a look of warning; trying to make him stop.  He simply looks at you innocently and leans in to kiss your cheek.  As he does so he adds another two fingers and pushes them deeper within your body, and you let out a soft moan.

Anne looks at you curiously. "Are you feeling alright, y/n?"

"Yes," you say hurriedly. "I just need to use the washroom."

"I'll show you where it is," Harry says, smiling and removing his fingers from your heat.  The two of you stand and leave the room and you watch as Harry licks his fingers clean, causing your muscles to clench with longing.

"What are you doing?" you ask.

"I want you," Harry says simply, leading you upstairs and pushing you through a door into what appears to be his childhood bedroom.

"Now?" you ask, panicking. "But your mum and Gemma are downstairs!"

"Be quiet," Harry murmurs, shoving you gently so you fall backwards onto the bed.  He pushes your dress up around your hips and lies down between your legs; his body hovering on top of yours as he sucks lightly on your neck.  He then pushes the fabric of your V-neck aside, pulls your bra cups down, and attaches his lips to one erect nipple, suckling hard and drawing out a moan from your slightly parted lips.

He chuckles softly, "I said, quiet."

You squirm beneath the weight of his body pressing down on yours as his finger flicks across your swollen clit.

"Harry," you gasp, undoing his pants and pulling them down with his boxers just far enough to expose his large cock. "Stop teasing and get the fuck inside me already."

"Sorry, love," he laughs. "What was it you wanted?"

"Harry," you snap, running your hand up and down his length. "Fuck me. Now."

"If I must," he says, grinning down at you as he rips off your panties and plunges deep inside you.

He allows your body to adjust for a moment before he begins to thrust back and forth.

"Faster, damn it!" you whisper, hoping Anne and Gemma can't hear the two of you.

He pumps in and out of you faster and faster, his body slamming yours into the bed with a huge force.  You can feel the heat building deep within your stomach as your release nears.

"Harry, I'm gonna-"

With one final thrust, the two of you orgasm together, your bodies trembling with pleasure.  Harry collapses and rolls to the side, pulling you so you're sprawled on top of him.  Both of you are slick with sweat as he leans up to kiss your lips softly. 

You sigh into his mouth contentedly and murmur, "I love you, Harry."

"I love you too, y/n," he says with a small, satisfied smile.

"We should probably go back downstairs now," you say, not wanting to leave his arms.

He chuckles softly, "Okay, but you should know that I ripped your panties in half."

"Harry!"

"Guess you'll have to go without," he says, winking.

"You did that on purpose."

"Of course!  It'll make it easier for me to prepare you," he says with a mischievous smile.

"Prepare me for what?"

"Everything I plan to do to you when we home."