Serenity [h.s]

**Covetousness

- You don’t gotta give me all your love, all your love, I just wanna feel you.

You should be kissed, everyday, every hour, every minute. - The Lucky One

Harry Styles

I did as Summer requested, and unbuttoned the last buttons that weren't buttoned on my shirt. Peeling it off, her eyes stare at the tattoos that litter my torso and chest. A butterfly and two swallows. Her finger delicately traces the designs and I flutter my eyes closed, gripping her bare thighs with my hands.

"Who knew you had a soft side," she murmured, jokingly. I crack a smile and open my eyes to meet with ocean bright blue eyes. They weren't dark anymore, the lust dying down. It was something else, but fuck my existence, my body was on fire and I felt sweat prickle on the back of my neck.

She licks her lips and stands up. The loss of body contact making me whimper. But I follow her petite frame with my eyes and notice her grab a color of black paint, the small tube in her hand, straddling my lap once more. Not once do I say a word. I only set my hands back on her thighs, her flesh warming from the contact of my hands. I watch her intensively, and watch her dip her pointer finger in the tube, bringing her finger on the bottom of my belly, the cold paint making me hiss. The weight of her body on my groin makes my eyes roll in the back of my head and I only feel the way our breathing was escalated and how her finger traces with black paint of my bare skin.

"Look at me," she whispers. I open my eyes and meet with hers, not helping myself and bringing my lips to the corner of her jaw, kissing softly and nuzzling my head in the crook of her neck. The paint on her arms were peeling and all I wanted to do was trace her skin and kiss every part of her delicate flesh. But it was her turn. And I was letting her destroy every ounce of my well being in this moment.

I felt her finger trace on the butterfly tattoo, then up and on my collarbones, her finger dipping in the curve. Then to the swallows and I pull back as her now dark blue eyes meet with mine, lips parted, full; plush. I couldn't help myself anymore, and I pushed her hand away from my body and grabbed her face, cupping her jaw, and meeting our lips together. She let out a soft gasp from the contact and I kept breathing her name as she rocked her hips against my growing groin, her hand resting just on the hem of my pants. She opened the buttons of my black pants and I pushed them down without disconnecting our lips, her nose brushing mine and my mouth parting hers widely, I let my tongue glide over hers and I swore I felt the beating of her heart match my rapid one.

Her hand palmed my length behind the fabric of my tight boxers; hissing at how experienced she was. It also made my blood boil knowing she's done this with the man just in the living room at this moment.

"Harder," I growl against her lips and feel her hand add more pressure, my mouth moving to her ear; teeth nipping at her lobe. My hands move slowly, up and down her side's, the thin tee hitching up, my length growing, and fuck my heart aching.

I let my hands glide under the tee, and felt her shiver as my hands made contact with her flesh, goosebumps rising at the touch. I unclasped her bra, then slowly peeled her shirt above her head, eyes making contact with mine, soon her bra and tee off and her bare chest in my view. I groaned quietly as her hand moved faster and harsher and her full breasts slightly moved and I wrapped my lips around her left nipple, nipping on it soflty, her sweet moan making its way into the air, and I couldn't help myself but I switched positions and had her pinned beneath me on the bed, my mouth kissing all over her stomach and breasts, her fingers tangling in my chestnut hair, tugging hard, my hips making contact with her hips, grinding roughly but slowly, her back arching and my lips making way up her jaw and to her mouth, kissing her lips feverishly.

"Harry.." she breathes against my mouth and I continued to grind my hips into hers, my hand moving up and down her thigh, feeling my length ache, harder and harder. And to my pleasure she slipped her hand in my boxers and gripped my length, pumping quickly, my hips bucking.

"Holy fuck," I growled into her mouth, my face now in her neck as I thrusted into her hand; pumping quickly and squeezing my growing thick length. I hissed and bit the skin of her neck, adding my markings.

My markings.

She was mine. And I've claimed her as mine.
I felt myself twitch and my pleasure shooting into my boxers, my breathing harsh. Summer continued to pump as I finished my high; while I continued to breathe harshly and kiss softly all over her neck and collarbones.

When I've finally calmed down, her hand slipped out and she moved me out of the way, grabbing her shirt and wiping her hand, removing any of my cum.

I stood up, watching her bare back as she put the shirt to her chest and turned around.

"You can shower," she smirked as she trailed her eyes all over my torso.

I smirked as well. "You should clean me up," I tried as her ocean blue eyes met with mine.

She rolled them and I knew we were back. But something was different and I was praying she'd forget the past.

"I'm good," I frowned playfully, pouting my lips.

"Why?"

"Here we go with the questions," she remarks with sarcasm. I only shake my head and kiss her cheek. She groans and grins.

"There's a towal in there, no?" She nods and takes out a shirt from her closet; slipping it on. Her body was amazingly fit and perfect for her personality. Everything about her.. fits her.

"Yeah, I'm gonna see Carter," I clenched my jaw and stepped in front of her.

"You're not going back to him," my voice was low and her eyes held amusement.

"Are you jealous?" She tried with a smirk.

"I don't like sharing," I glared.

"Who said I was yours?" She frowned and furrowed her brows. I clenched my jaw tighter.

"Summer, I don't want you fucking him anymore."

"Sure," she smirked and tried to walk away but I stepped to the side.

"Summer," I gazed into her eyes and the smirk on her perfect lips deepened. "I'm dead serious," she patted my chest and lightly laughed.

"He's gay Mr. Styles. Don't worry,"

With that she left the room and I had an amused but confused smirk on my face.

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