Hunger

May (part 2)

During the show they were having drinks and afterwards there was an afterparty. Gemma and Michael weren't going to the afterparty, so they said their farewells after the show, and agreed to meet very soon. Frankie really liked them and looked forward to seeing them again. Gemma was charming and fun, and Frankie felt like they would be great friends. 

Harry introduced her to a lot of people, and she was happy to meet them. She was slightly starstruck every now and again, but she made sure to not be too awkward or say something cringe to people. She heard a couple of people tell Harry, that she was charming and lovely. That made her happy. It didn't erase the 'sturdy' comment, but it overshadowed it. And she had to admit that the way Harry looked at her, made her feel like she was the only, and the most beautiful woman at the afterparty. He looked so proud when he introduced her, and he admired her when she spoke to people. 

They partied for a while, until Harry asked, if he could take her home. He didn't have to ask twice. She wanted to come home to Hampstead Heath with him, and enjoy the peace and quiet there always was in his home. 

"What if I feel like going home to be very noisy?" He asked with a cheeky smirk on his lips. 

Frankie chuckled. "Well, that depends on the noise. Will you be banging pots and pans?" 

"I wasn't aiming for pot and pans, no." He chuckled and winked at her. 

"Harry!" She shook her head at him, pretending to be appalled at what he was suggesting. 

Harry laughed and pulled her close to kiss her. He softly parted her lips with his tongue, kissed her passionately and started a fire in her core. She was not going to need a lot of persuasion. They made out in the backseat of the car that took them back to his place, so when they arrived the fire was already alight.

They were barely in the door, before they crashed together, hungrily touching, kissing, moaning. Frankie took him by the hand and led him upstairs to the bedroom. She turned around and let him unzip her dress, as he placed tiny kisses on the nape of her neck, and down her back. She let the dress fall to the floor, and turned to help him get out of his suit. She freed him off his blazer first, and then his vest. His chest was oiled, like her legs, and she let her fingers glide across his chest, and down his abs. She circled his belly button with her fingertip, teasing him a little by drawing her finger down his lower abdomen and up again, making him quiver with delight. 

She unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his trousers, letting them fall to the floor, so he could step out of them. He let his hands run up and down the bodysuit she was wearing, probably trying to understand how to remove it. 

"It clasps down there," she gestured down between her legs. 

Harry made an 'aha'-expression and gently moved her backwards until she fell back on the bed with a giggle. He let his hand glide from her breastbone to her crotch, where he unclasped the bodysuit, revealing that she wasn't wearing any underwear underneath. He gasped as he saw it. 

"Surprise!" She said, and had to cover her mouth not to laugh. 

"Have you been pantiless all night?" He smirked, his voice a little deeper and more lustful. 

"Mh-hmm," Frankie nodded and bit her finger. 

"That's very naughty, Frankie," he chuckled and rested his hand on her crotch. The heat from her intimate parts and his hand felt like an inferno. Frankie was squirming under his touch, as she desperately wanted him to slide his fingers in between her legs. Harry hovered over her, and looked into her eyes, holding her gaze and observing the lust building in her eyes. He let his other hand glide down to her breast, cupping it with his hand. Then he pulled the bodysuit down a bit, so her breasts were exposed. He bent down and kissed her lips making sure to add tongue, making her wish his mouth was between her legs. Then he dipped down and kissed her breasts, softly licking her nipples, before he very gently and tenderly bit her nipple and chuckled, as she gasped. Frankie was pressing herself against his hand, and it was obvious that she desperately wanted him to touch her. He went back to her face, letting his mouth crash on hers, taking in her hungry kisses, her tongue finding his. He let his hand between her legs move a little further down and then up again. Frankie moaned with frustration at him, causing him to chuckle at her again.