{Joanna In Media}
(Played by singer Justine Skye)
"Sex is more than an act of pleasure, it's the ability to be able to feel so connected, so comfortable that it's almost breathtaking to the point you feel you can't take it. And at this moment you're apart of them."
- Thom York
WARNING: Sexual content
Joanna P.O.V
"Look at this baby." Harry laughed as he dumped our cut of the money all over the bed.
"That's a lot of money," I said, smiling down at the bed filled with cash.
"Come 'ere," Harry said sitting at the edge of the money covered bed while he bit his bottom lip, his long curls slightly covering one eye. I slowly walked over, straddling his lap. His hands ran up the exposed skin of my legs, sending tingles up my body. (Thank God I wore shorts today) He continued to slowly run his hands up and down my skin while he looked up at me with dark, hooded eyes.
Suddenly, taking me by surprise, Harry's hands slide to my ass and squeezes, making me jerk forward and let out a loud squeak. He moans as I accidentally grind on his crotch. I feel the temperature of the room rising as I drape my arms around his neck, looking him in the eyes as he continues to push me down on his dick by his grip on my ass.
He looks taken back when I move his hands from my ass and guide them to my waist, taking control. He smirks up at me and I smile right back as I put my hands in his long curls and push them back keeping my fists balled at the ends. I start to grind down on him faster and Harry lets out a grunt of satisfaction. These are the small moments I live for; the times I get to take control; be the dominant one, even just for a couple minutes.
Then Harry kisses me. It is forceful, rough like I love it. His tongue traces my bottom lip and I immediately open my mouth and let him in. Our tounges dance and mingle together until he pulls back, my bottom lip between his teeth. He releases my lip, letting it snap back in place causing me to giggle. Harry looks so fucking sexy right now; His lips are as plump and pink as always, maybe even more than usual due to our kissing, his curls pushed back because my hands are still gripping the ends, his pupils blown with lust as they stare into mine, and his usually pale skin looking slightly tan because of the of the bright orange sunset pouring through the blinds.
I snap out my trance when Harry suddenly gets up and gently throws me on the bed, on top of all the money he dumped on it.
"Fuck." He whispers, more to himself than anyone else.
In one swift movement, he slides his shirt over his head exposing his built and tattooed torso. He moves from where he was standing at the edge of the bed and climbs on top of me, holding himself up on a single elbow while his other hand travels downward rubbing two fingers between my legs through my ripped jean shorts. I hiss through my teeth and look at him with my best puppy dog eyes because I know he's fucking teasing on purpose. But this just makes him look completely smug and happy with himself as he continues his task between my legs still staring at my face, watching my reactions.
