Lay Me Down

Chapter 5

Last night was everything I'd wish for with a man. When we got back to my apartment, Noah had already called for a pizza, given clear warning by Harry. We all changed into something comfortable, which is where I opted to wear my black silk pyjama pants with a black vest top, which worked as I intended as Harry couldn't keep his hand off my thigh all night...and the cheeky ass grab. We decided to watch a film together, both men allowing me the choice in picture. Avengers – Age of Ultron was my choice. We then popped open a bottle of wine and ate the pizza together, me and Harry on the short side of the L couch and Noah sitting on the floor in the corner, next to me.

It was one of the most relaxing nights I'd had, even more so when we went to bed. Noah said goodnight first, at ten o clock, taking himself off and leaving me and Harry alone, watching re-runs of Friends. After what felt like an eternity of listening to the theme song, Harry finally turned the TV off, turned my head towards him, and planted the hardest kiss he's ever given me on my lips.

"I said I wouldn't rush things." His hands were woven in my hair, keeping my head placed against his. "But please let me take you to the bedroom so I can take these damn pants off you."

I smiled, pulling him in for another kiss. "Then what will you do?" I whispered against his lips.

He groaned, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder, causing me to squeal and laugh. He reached my bedroom with quick speed, kicking the door closed and then laying me down on the bed. He hovered over me, reconnecting our mouths and gliding his hand down my body.

"You want me to tell you what I'm going to do to you?" His hand pulled open the drawstring of my pants. "Or do you like surprises?"

I'd lost all breath that was once in my body. His eyes took on that crackling heat I'd seen when we were in the restaurant and my body ignited, wanting more of what he was giving. I nodded, barely audible. "Surprises."

He smiled and dropped down my body, pulling my pants down as he went and discarding of them on the floor. His fingers drew down my thighs in a straight line, stopping when he reached my ankles. He gripped them in his hands, pushing them up, to bend my knees and then open my legs, open for his need and to my vulnerability.

"Ava..you have no idea how long I've wanted to taste you. To see you writhe beneath me. To know that all your pleasure is mine, and mine only." He sucked his thumb, then began drawing circles with it, slowly, on my clit, rubbing me so softly it was almost painful to wait for the next move he would make. He held me down on my stomach with his other hand, stopping my movements and only allowing his.

"Easy, baby. I'll get you there, don't rush me. I want my time with you." He kept circling and circling, my body going mad, craving a deeper touch, to have him on me, in me.

The pressure on my stomach was driving me wild, the building inside of me being repressed but thrown back down inside of me, suddenly feeling like too much to take. I whimpered, grabbing the sides of the pillow and pulling, letting the feel of him take over. Then he slipped a finger inside of me, moving slowly but with force, keeping his finger on the spot inside that was now being pleasured from both sides.

"Oh my-" I turned my head, biting the pillow, making sure the screams were dulled enough through the apartment.

"That's it Ava. Show me you want me. Show me you need me."

I whimpered again, falling for his voice and the tone he carried. He was raspy, breathing heavy, his words darker and full of promise. He slid in another finger, stretching me deliciously and with ease. And his rhythm grew faster, inside and out. He was pounding in and out of me, rubbing me in all the right places and never stopping. His hand on my stomach pressed lightly and then firmly, a repeated pattern, until-