"I had a vision,
A vision of my nails in the kitchen,
Scratching countertops,
I was screaming,
My back arched like a cat,
My position,
Couldn't stop you were,
hitting it..."
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The whole car ride home Harry and I couldn't keep our hands off of each other.
It started with me placing my hand on his thigh, slowly making my way up his leg, all while he was trying to focus on the road. I thought it was funny but Harry, not so much.
Of course he got me back, doing the same thing, but going quite a bit farther than I had.
By the time we had gotten home, I was slapping his hand away, squeezing my legs together just trying to get some relief from the ache between my thighs.
Harry barely stopped the car, before jumping out in a hurry, making his way over to the passenger side. He threw my door open, grabbing my hand, pulling me out of the car. The second my feet hit the concrete, he started pulling me towards the bar, slamming the car door behind me. He was walking so fast, I almost couldn't keep up.
He didn't even turn the lights on in the bar once we had made it inside. The only thing lighting the room was the blue silver spoon sign hanging from the wall. I thought I was going to get whiplash from how fast we were moving.
We zoomed through the office, practically running up the stairs. We only stopped once we made it to the door of the apartment. Harry pulled his keys out of his pocket, taking a second to find the right one. I watched as he fumbled, missing the lock a few times.
"Let me do it." I grabbed the keys, pushing him out of the way, both of us laughing.
I got the key in first try, unlocking it quickly, but before I could even take the keys out of the door he had his hand wrapped around my waist. He flipped me around so I was facing him, pulling me into his body. He pushed me backwards into the entryway, quickly slamming the door behind us. He flipped both of us around, pushing me backwards, so my back was flush with the wood.
I sucked in a harsh breath through my nose as his lips collided with mine. His soft pillowy lips traced over my own as I panted heavily, my heart beginning to race. His kisses were hungry and lustful. It was like he couldn't get enough of me.
He moved from my lips to my jaw line, making me gasp for air as he nipped at my skin. I focused on my breathing and the feeling of his touch, the world around us downing out.
He moved down my neck, making his way to the sensitive spot under my ear. He knew that drove me crazy. I held onto the back of his neck with one hand, resting the other on his shoulder. I leaned my head back into the door, letting a soft moan escape me, my senses becoming heightened.
I knew he liked when I made noise. I assumed it was like validation for him. He proved my point by letting a raspy growl leave the back of his throat. Knowing he enjoyed it made that ache between my thighs even worse. I wanted to make him feel good.
I felt Harry's hands travel down to the under side of my legs, pulling me up so that I could wrap myself around him. He pulled me off the door, but we didn't make it far.
He kept his lips locked on mine as he sat me down on the dinner table. He pushed me down onto the wood, my body flush against the surface. He propped himself up with his arms that were placed on either side of my head as he leaned down to hover over me.
I felt his hands linger to the hem of my tee shirt as he untucked it from my shorts. He pulled his lips away from mine just long enough to pull the shirt over my head, throwing it onto the hardwoods beneath us. I grabbed the back of his neck quickly, pulling him back down to me. I pressed my lips against his, pleading for his touch.
