I Don't Want To Live Forever

4.

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"Why are you not answering my calls?"

Taylor had not noticed him following her, as she made her way to her dressing room through the long corridor, her program segment finally over. She feels his grasp on her wrist, but she doesn't need to turn to look at him when she stops, because he moves in front of her to face her.

"Harry",

"Oh, so you do remember my name. I wasn't sure, given how you've been ignoring my calls and messages for the past month."

She attempts to walk past him, but he stays firm blocking her way.

A guy wearing broadcast headsets walks past them, eyeing them sideways, and she notices it. Harry not so much, his eyes fixed on her.

"I am not moving until you explain yourself, thought we had an understanding"

She stares at him then, at his upset and somehow hopeful expression.

"Tay, what the fuck is going on?". He tightens his grip on her arm.

"Shit Harry, lower your voice"

"No, I won't. In fact, if you don't start talking to me I'm going to scream..." He sees her eyes grow wider and stops himself, releasing a loud sigh, "where is your dressing room?"

She unconsciously looks towards the end of the corridor, and he follows her gaze, "great". He pulls her in that direction, the door with the unmissable sign with her name on it soon appears.

 He pushes her in and locks the door behind him.

She crosses her arms, protecting herself. They stare at each other for a long minute and he feels his cock grow hard, as he suppresses the tug of emotion at his heart.

"I am so pissed at you right now", he nearly hisses, breaking the silence, "... but I have missed you so damn much".

He strides towards her, cupping her face and kissing her, hungrily, and she cannot resist her body melting at his touch. Fuck, she thought she was getting over him. But her body reacts to the familiarity of his touch, like time has not past. And her heart soars, needing him.

"Harry", she tries reasoning with him, between kisses, as his hands travel down the front of her crop top, finding its way underneath, the elastic fabric giving in as he cups her bare breasts underneath.

"Not now, babe, I need to feel you first", he moans on her lips, and he kisses deep, as his hands knead her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples, her legs going weak at the touch.

He nudges her backwards until her hips bump against the vanity counter. His hands travel down her stomach then, grabbing at her hips, lifting her onto the counter. They find the hem of her skirt next, and he stops to squeeze at her thighs, marking her.

He nibbles down her neck, her breath catching on her throat. His right hand moves up, tentatively brushing against her arousal, over her underwear. "So wet for me already", he teases her lips with his. "God, Tay...", and he presses a finger against her, and she moans loudly, her eyes closing at the sensation.

He grabs one of her hands and presses its palm against his groin, his fully hard cock twitching against it. "Tell me you want this, babe", he bites at her lips, his thumb drawing circles on her, the waves of pleasure choking her. "Tell me you want me inside of you", and he adjusts the fabric of her lacy panties to one side then, and enters her deep with a finger, making her whimper, "cause I need you so badly". She cries out at his words.