Serenity [h.s]

*Highly Strung

Note: the beginning of the chapter is going to contain mature content.. but the middle part will contain important dialog so just skip through the smut if you get uncomfortable x

-Powerless, And I don't care it's obvious, I just can't get enough of you.

My opinion, the best thing you can do is find someone who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you.
-Juno

Harry Styles

I don't know what came over us both at this point, because the look in her eyes held emotion... they held feelings. But she was stubborn, and I knew she wouldn't admit them. I knew she had some type of feeling towards me.. I could tell. Her body language said so.

"Summer, kiss me," my plea was quiet and I was thankful Hillary wasn't in the kitchen anymore. Summer's ocean blue eyes fluttered in angelic way, and her lips parted as her hand went through my thick locks, stopping at the nape of my hair, tugging me closer as her luscious lips parted mine in a deep kiss. My hands gripped her thighs so she'd inch closer to me, the proximity need for my well - impatient - being. I groaned as I felt her bite my lip softly, my hands sliding up her waist, the silky dress driving me mad. I wanted to rip it off her beautiful body.. I was scared she'd reject me.

My hands gripped her waist softly, her nose brushing mine as we angled our faces differently, my tongue grazing her bottom lip. She'd refused to give me access and I gave her a low grunt. "Summer," I said with a huff as she pulled on my neck and my lips pushed against hers more forcefully. Her tongue grazed my lip and my groin was starting to grow every passing second as her toxicating smell hovered around me.

"Room... " she mumbled against my lips.

My eyes shot open and she stood up, disconnecting our lips. Hers were swollen and her face was flush. "Y'sure?" She nodded.

"Get the hell up before I change my bloody mind," she breathed heavily and I shot up, taking her hand and dragging her upstairs. As we made it to my room, her eyes raked the features of the master bedroom, she then turned to me and smirked.

"Still boring," and then she rose herself, lips connecting with mine in a swift move. My hands gripping her hips tightly, her hands roaming my shirt, unbuttoning and easily shaking it off of me. Her warm hands glided all over my exposed skin, my hands trembling as they skimmed up behind her, finding the zipper of the silky dress that fit her too well.

Her lips continued to kiss mine roughly, her eyelashes brushing just beside my nose, my hand finally unzipping her dress, the straps falling off her shoulders, and dropping down. I opened my eyes and disconnected our lips, her exposed chest in my absolute view, just in her see through black lace underwear, and her boots. I licked my lips as I scanned her amazing fit body, then my lips reconnecting with hers. She responded immediately with a soft hum, hands fumbling with my belt, undoing it and opening my trousers, falling to my ankles. I step out of them, quick enough as she starts to inch me to the edge of my bed,  kicking off her boots as  I sit;  standing between my legs, hands on my shoulders and mine on her hips. I stare at her intentive eyes, dragging down to her breasts and then to her soft stomach. My lips connect at the bottom of her belly button, my hands trailing her underwear down slowly, my eyes going back to hers, chest breathing up and down. Her lips were parted and her eyes were filled with lust and another emotion I wished to know.

Her bare body straddled my lap, and I was another layer away from feeling her with all my exposed skin.

One fucking layer left.

I wanted to do something before we actually did it.

Her hands were on my neck as my hands skimmed up and down her waist and breasts. I hummed as she bit her lip.