Harry Styles Dirty Imagines (Book 3)

Diced Pineapples

"Oh shit, Harry"

The young musician couldn't help but smirk as he replayed the memories of earlier on. He ran his fingers through your curls as he remembered the way you felt beneath him. He clearly remembered the taste of the Ciroc and the taste of your skin underneath his lips.

"Fuck, baby, faster!"

Sex with you wasn't like sex with anybody else. The two of you had more than physical desire for each other; the bond you had was emotional. When he was inside you, he felt as though you were truly connected to him. It was as though the two of you could block out anyone (mother, father, friends) and simply focus on the act of loving each other.

But then again it was probably the way your eyes would look at him lustfully and the way you parted your lips as you moaned his name. Harry swore on his life that just hearing his name fall from your lips could make him reach highs that were previously unattainable.

"Harry, I need you..."

He enjoyed that.... a lot. The feeling of you wanting him and needing him. It made him feel like he finally had purpose in his life (even if it was only to pleasure you). But damn it, he couldn't help the satisfaction he felt when you were panting and begging for more. It drove him crazy, and he made him want to test how deep you actually were. It didn't matter where he was if he heard you utter those words he would be by your side in a heartbeat.

"Hit it just like that!"

Harry loves a woman who wasn't afraid to boss him around. He wanted a woman who could flip him over, so she was on top and he was on the bottom. It was very intoxicating to see a woman take charge. Maybe that was why sex with you was so insane. You knew when to take control and when to lie back and let Harry have his way. It was that unspoken bond the two of you had when together. You knew exactly when he needed and when to give it to him

"ahh."

Rolling over so that he could face you, he allowed his fingertips to brush a loose strand of hair away from your peaceful face. He envisioned the way your lips would gently suck on his skin and how he would bury his face in the crook of your neck. Earlier that night, he had catered to each and every inch of skin on your body. And it was an act that he would be doing again in the morning.