Sharon's Harry Request
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I can't believe he did that. He loved this dress on our third date. It was his idea to go to the club anyway, I wanted to stay in and watch a movie.
Harry had practically dragged me away from a group of guys. I think it's cute that he's jealous.
He was driving us both home in his range rover. His big hands gripping the steering wheel tight from frustration. I can't help but tease him about it.
"Harry, I think it's cute that you're jealous."
He glanced at me a few times his eyebrows together in a scowl.
"I'm not fucking jealous."
igiggled again.
He glanced at me a few times more.
"You're really cute when you giggle." he says looking at me with a frown.
"Is that a bad thing or a good thing, Harry?"
He shrugged in answer then added "It's lethal."
"Really?" Not really understanding what he means by that.
"You have no idea." He says keeping his eyes on the road.
The remainder of the drive is quiet. He pulls up to your shared apartment and kills the engine. He gets out and I follow.
Despite his seemingly calm body, his face is still scowling.
He opens the door and lets me in first.
"Did you like it?" he asks.
"Like what Harry?"
"The attention, did you like all of it?" The attention? What is he talking about? I'm the last person who wants attention through something I'm wearing especially in something this revealing. I only wore it for him. Maybe I should be saying this out loud.
"What are you talking about? You know me! You know I'm not like that! I wore the dress for you!"
"Well, it wasn't me who was holding your waist at the bar. It was some fuck face drunk!" he counters.
"Maybe it would have been you if you were paying any attention at all!"
Some how I've become upset. How did we go from 'let's go out and enjoy each other' to this?
At first I found his jealousy amusing, now I'm kind of angry that he's just called me an attention whore....in less words
"I do pay attention." The tone of his voice surprises me. He's obviously calmed down a little. "Sharon whether you know it or not I do pay attention. I know that dress is the dress you wore on our third date. I've even noticed that you've cut your hair a few inches shorter. I've noticed that if it's freezin in the house you'll rather get a blanket than turn of the thermostat. That you always cut your sandwiches diagonal and your burgers into fours. I've noticed that every night at 11:11 you make a wish."
I don't know how he knows about the wish. I've never told him that. I can't help but feel my heart swell with love and adoration for this beautiful jealous man in front of me. I love him so much.
"I love you Harry." I had to have him hear it.
"I love you too. Now let me show you?" It's more of a need in his voice not a question. I shake my head in answer and allow him to close the space between us.
"Baby, this will be rough, but it's gonna feel slow and torturous." I have no idea how he's gonna do that.
His mouth closes around mines, ending my thoughts. His tongue completely dominating. He reaches for my hips and lifts me so that my legs wrap around his waist. I can feel his hardness restraining through his tight black jeans.
The feeling of what I do to him sends a moan through my system and vibrates against his kiss. His returning moan causes me to throw my head back as I fist the thin fabric of his black t-shirt.
He takes the newly offered skin kiss by kiss, slowly nipping and sucking. If he doesn't move on I'm going to convulse fully clothed.
"Harry." I try to breathe.
"I know baby."
He carries me down the hall and into our bedroom slowly placing me onto the edge of the bed.
"You mean so much to me." he says before he pulls my dress over my head.
I'm sitting with my legs wide open in nothing but a strapless bra and a pair of panties. Completely welcoming the man I love to take me.
Harry leans over me forcing me to lay back. He licks his tongue all the way to my most sensitive area and I am eager for what's next. My stomach tightens from anticipation.
"Mine." he growls and begins to suck harshly at my clit.
I scream his name as his sucking continues. His hand reaches up to cradle one of my breast gently massaging, while his mouth is showing no mercy. So this is what he meant.
My breathing is uneven and I don't know if I can take much more of this. Harry obviously knows this because he stops.
I can feel his body lean over to the night stand. He must be putting on the condom.
Seconds later I hear the familiar sound of a foil packet being torn open. I open my eyes to see a grinning Harry.He's fully erect and fully in love.
"Mine." he says and slowly enters me. He moves his hips into circular motions giving me time. He slowly pulls out and through clenched teeth he slams into me, making me cry out.
He begins to move into circles again and slowly pulls out and roughly inserts me again. He continues until I begin to repeat the words "Yours" to him. We both reach our climax at the same time and he pulls out of me to hold me to his chest.
If I could stay anywhere in the world right now for the rest of my life this is where I'd want to be. In the arms of the most loving and caring man I have come to love
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