Mutinous

Chapter 36

The laughs escaping my lips were loud and most likely painful to the ears, but I couldn't help it. My laugher was something I couldn't control with Harry's big hands tickling my skin. "H-h-aarry- s-ss," I stuttered.

"Sorry, love. I don't know what you're saying," his hands ran up and down my sides.

"S-s-t-op." I managed breathing out and his hands loosened their grip on me if only for a second, but it was enough for me to push him away. Catching my breath I looked at him. "You can't do that to me. Unless, you're trying to give me a cardiac arrest. It's very dangerous, you know. I could be dead, and you'd be sent to jail for murder." I chuckled, and he rolled his eyes at me for being overdramatic.

"But then I'll just kill myself too and join you in the grave. It'll be just like the books. People will call it a tragedy, but I'll forever be united with my true love."

I shook my head at him. "You really think I'll want to be with you after you killed me. Keep dreaming."

He tackled me down on the bed again and laid on top of me. His right hand found the inside of my thighs, and I hitched at the contact.

"Suddenly you're not so cheeky anymore. What happened to your confidence, love?"

I stared at him staying quiet at a loss of words when he started unbuckling my jeans. "Your mum, Harry. She'll come home."

"No, she won't. She's working late. So unless you want me to stop, nothing is going to interrupt us," he said and slowly unzipped my jeans. He looked at me intensely, and I could deny it all I wanted, but I didn't want this to stop. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to feel him, and I wanted the two of us to be like one, unsure of where his body stopped and mine began. He slowly pulled my jeans off clearly teasing me, and I mentally begged for him to touch me. He knew exactly what kind of effect his body had on me.

"Are you wet yet?" He asked, and I blushed. He knew me too well. "Are you?" He asked again since I hadn't replied. "You know, El, if you don't tell me, I'll just have to find out myself." He chuckled, and I felt the jeans leave my body.

It was funny he sounded threatening, but really what I wanted was for him to touch the most intimate part of my body. A finger slid under my thong and a whimper left my lips at the contact. "You are. Wonder if I can make you even wetter," he said and placed another finger inside of me before pumping it slowly.

Another whimper left my lips, but for once I didn't feel as satisfied. I wanted to feel more of him. His other hand ran under my shirt, and he cupped my right breast making me enjoy the touch. I sat up a bit and reached my hands behind my back to unclasp my bra. He pulled away and pulled his jumper over his head and threw it on the floor before leaning down over me again and pressed his lips against mine. The feeling of his lips on mine gave me tingles, and my heartbeat was slowly increasing. Looking at me he gave me a smile, and I placed my hands on his nape and tucked at his curls earning a soft moan from him. After that we were both quick to remove the remaining clothes from our bodies leaving us in nothing than what we were both born with. I could tell he was getting ready as I felt his erection against my hipbone. He kissed me while he let a hand run up and down my left side leaving me covered in goosebumps. The room temperature seemed to have risen drastically, and I could feel sweat prick on my forehead. Pressing small feathery kisses to my skin from my neck down to my hipbone he had me losing my mind. I could feel myself getting wetter in between my legs, and the blood was pumping through my body. I felt like I was on fire, but it wasn't painful or anything. It was a nice sensation of warmth, love and passion.