(Harry) Styles Triplets Imagines

Apple Tree

I made a new book! Here's a sex scene from my new book called, The Apple Doesn't Fall Far From The Tree

Enjoy!

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I woke up the next day to a soft kiss on my cheek as Harry spooned me from the side. It was early, the sun was barely rising but Harry was very much awake...

"Morning baby." His voice was deep and gravely from sleep as he spoke up. And I'd be lying if I said it didn't turn me on. His hands softly caressing me, his voice, his lips brushing against my shoulder, and the feel of him pressing against my backside. It was all consuming.

"Good morning Harry." My smile soon turned into me biting the corner of my lip as his hands traveled further down, resting on my thighs.

"We need to leave in three hours." He said softly, his lips brushing over my ear as he gently pushed my thighs apart. His hips instinctively pushed forward, fitting perfectly against me from behind. "Woke up wanting you so bad I can't even think."

His hand slides under the hem of my shirt, warm palm spreading over my stomach as he pulls me tighter against him.

I tilted my head a little, giving him more access to my neck, and his lips kissed above my pulse, soft at first... Then again, harder; needier.

"You're killing me." He murmurs. "I've been lying here trying to behave, but you..." His hips roll into me. "You make it impossible."

I reached back, fingers brushing the back of his thigh, and he groaned, burying his face in my shoulder.

"Tell me you want me too." He whispers, voice cracking a little. "Please. I need to hear it."

"I want you, Harry." I breathed out.

He exhales shakily, pushing my thighs further apart now. "Good." He growls softly in my ear. "Because I'm not letting go of you." He pulled my pajama bottoms down my legs and pushed my panties to the side, too impatient to take them off before he pulled himself out of his pants and gently pushed forward; slow but aching. "Let me have you like this." He whispers, kissing my neck between every word. "Slow... deep... right here in my arms."

"Please... I need you."

He hooks his arm tighter around my waist, pulling me back into him until there's no space left at all. I can feel how hard he is; hot and throbbing against me. I love the way he grinds into me, making me gasp for air.

"Yeah." I couldn't see his face but I knew he was smiling. "That's it, love... Let me hear you."

He groans as he teases my folds and feels how warm and wet I already am for him.

"Fuck, baby." His voice sounded so deep; desperate. "You're so wet. You want me that bad?"

I nod, but Harry shakes his head, kissing the back of my shoulder.

"No." He breathed out. "Say it."

"I want you." I whined lightly.

"Then let me in."

He lifts my thigh again, guiding himself between my legs with a soft moan as he nudged against me. Slowly at first; just the head of him pushing forward as my hips pushed back for more.

That's all it takes.

He sinks into me, slow but deep, inch by inch until his forehead presses to my shoulder and he lets out a low, guttural moan he can't hold back.

"Fuck Vin..." His hand on my hip tightens, holding me right where he wants me. "You feel unreal... So tight around me."

I whimper, pushing back to take him deeper, and Harry almost loses it.