Harry and I ran side by side through Central Park, how he had managed to get me up this early was beyond me, but here I was struggling.
We slowed to a walk and I had to stop to catch my breath.
"I thought you were a runner?" He said teasingly.
"Yeah, after 8 hours of sleep and a large cup of coffee. Two things that you have deprived me of this morning." I said through my breath.
He chuckled and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "It was the only time it would work before you have work today and then we both have events later. I just wanted to spend time with you."
"I think you are already tired of me and wanted to murder me is what happened." I laughed a bit and he did too shaking his head.
He peeked around at everyone as he walked up to me, closing the distance between us. He slinked his arm around my waist and traced my jawline, "Never that."
He leaned down and kissed me softly and I ignored the screaming in my head that kept pointing out how sweaty and gross I probably was.
He broke the kiss and he kissed my nose softly, "I say, we cut our run short and just go home."
I titled my head, slightly confused by his request, "We still have a mile and a half to go."
"I just, suddenly have a better way we can burn calories, but we need to be at home to do it. Yours or mine, it don't matter." He smirked at me playfully and I couldn't help the blush that spread over my cheeks.
"I mean, I'm always open to learning new ways to boost my physical activity." I teased and he bit his lip, shaking his head
"Alright, let's grab a taxi. We need to get home quick." He let go of me, taking my hand and heading towards the closest exit to the east side.
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We stumbled messily into his hotel room, he wasted no time slipping my sports bra off, both laughing as it stuck to me. His lips quickly found my nipples, holding my breast up to his lips, moving over both of them like they might disappear. I pulled at his shirt, slipping it off his body, his lips moving to mine, as I start pushing off my leggings and kicking off my shoes. He did the same with his shorts and sneakers. Once we were naked he quickly picked my up and I wrapped my legs around him; he was so hard against me already and I needed him desperately.
I loved that feeling. Of needing him the way I did, my heart fluttering, chills filling my body at the thought. He had invaded every part of me and I wanted him to invade me in other ways. He reached around between my legs, rubbing on my sensitive area, I bit on his neck softly, moaning softly, "Oh, H."
He sat back on the couch and I adjusted myself allowing him to slip inside of me. I moved up and down on him slowly as I took him in more and more. He groaned, grabbing on tightly to my hips, helping me move up and down on him.
"Baby, Grace....fuck." He moaned, our eyes locking as I moved on him. His hands moving and exploring my waistline and stomach, up to my breast, my nipples between his fingers.
I felt every sensation possible, my moans growing louder as my body fell against him. He held me close, his lips on mine, on my neck, on my chest and soon he was moving with me, our bodies so in sync.
"Harry, I'm going to, oh God, Harry, Harry."
"Come Gracie, come baby, come, please." He said, his teeth biting softly on my collarbone. I knew he was near his high as well and the thought alone that I could bring him here drove me to my own.
I moaned loudly as I did, clinging onto him as he kept moving in and out of me until he came. We both smiled and he whispered softly, "I need you forever, Grace."
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Harry & Grace [H.S]
RomansaGrace Prescott is the female version of a playboy. Heartbreak leading her to one night stands to fill temporary voids. One night she meets Harry Styles. One night she meets Frank Juliani. From them on, her life is turned upside down, and she begins...