One Plus One

Chapter Forty-Two

Warning : BIT OF SMUT

Harry suddenly wasn't so drunk anymore. The heat of the situation was intense as he stalked forward, me climbing another stair with each step. I turned and ran up the stairs. I heard his footsteps behind me, closing in on me. He caught me on the landing, wrapping his arm around my waist and clutching me close to his warm body. He wrestled me to the carpet and held his body over me, preventing me from moving. His warm breath fanned over my face. I could see an increased twinkle in his eyes as Harry's rush was growing. Our lips continuously brushed but we didn't kiss. My chest was rising and falling heavily against Harry's as his hand brushed up my inner thigh again, the same speed he had inside the club.

"Harry." I whispered.

I gasped as he brushed his hand over my crotch. He then took hold of me around my lower back and lifted me up, carrying me towards the bedroom. I began undoing the buttons of his shirt as he carried me, taking to tracing over his tattoos. I nuzzled my head into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. My stomach flipped violently. I began to trail kisses along his jawline before sucking harshly at his sweet spot, a deep groan escaping from the back of his throat. The sound sent pulses racing around my body, the pace of my heartbeat quickening. He placed me back down on the floor, but he didn't let me escape his grip for long. After discarding his blazer and shirt to the side, he took hold of me and began to unzip my dress.

"You looked so fucking hot tonight."

The pink material pooled at my feet. I stepped out and then wrapped my arms around Harry's neck, pulling him down to my level. His hand raised to above my left breast, his palm pressing flat against it. He could feeling my racing heartbeat, and although I was getting completely lost in him, he could see I was nervous about how far this would go.

"I know you're not ready to go all the way, Marlie."

I shook my head.

"But will you let me take you halfway there?"

He smirked at my confused expression. He kissed the crease that had been created in between my eyebrows.

"You're so cute."

Harry quite literally swept me off my feet and lay me down on the bed. He stood for a second and just gazed at me. I had never felt so beautiful except for when I was with him, so lying there in my underwear in front of him didn't phase me. He could look all he wanted, I was his.

Harry slowly undid his belt and undid his jeans, sliding them down his long legs. He slowly crawled up my body to hover over me. I caught sight of a purple mark forming on his neck and couldn't help but feel a sense of achievement. I gently stroked my fingertips over it and giggled as he winced. I propped myself up on my elbows, allowing me to press a delicate kiss to his lips. Harry leant onto his elbows, supporting my back with his forearms as he began to kiss me more intensely. The heat between us was beginning to rise. Harry was breathily speaking my name in-between kisses. I returned the favour when I felt him roll his hips into me, his bulge rubbing against my crotch.

"I love it when you whisper my name."

He rolled his hips into me again, his straining bulge pressing harder into my crotch, beginning to satisfy my own need. My fingers fisted at the curls at the nape of his neck as he continued to roll into me, intense feelings flowing through my body with each one. My body fell back into the bed with one particularly slow roll, a moan of pleasure falling from my lips. Harry's bulge was growing harder with each one, and as a result, heightening my own arousal.

The kisses exchanged between us were messy and desperate, just waiting to feel each other in our intimate moment. I pulled Harry by his chain, allowing me to get a better grip on him. I rolled him over quickly so that I was sat astride him. I may have been inexperienced but it didn't take me long to catch on with Harry. I need more contact to satisfy my aching core. Harry's green eyes glittered with list as he admired the dominant figure over him.