“Harry,” I panted rolling my hips down and into his. He groaned in acknowledgment but didn’t stop the continuous sucking of his lips on my neck. “Don’t leave a mark.” I pleaded grabbing a fist of his curls and pulling hard.
“I want too.” He muttered into my neck. “Want to brand you so everyone knows you’re mine.” He panted as he lapped his tongue over the spot he was bruising.
“Uhh,” I moaned clawing at his clothed shoulders. “I want this off.” I requested as he broke away from my neck to take it off. His lips returned to their favourite destination as he sucks it like a vampire. I could feel myself control and all the barriers I had built up slipping from my grasp.
His thumbs massaged my hip bones as we rocked at a steady rhythm together. “Take these off.” He said hooking his thumbs into the elastic band of my leather pants.
“Harry…” I protested but he took the whine as a sign of admittance. He slid his hands down the back of it cupping my butt and through my clouded judgment I allowed him to.
The pads of his fingers roughly massaged the flesh sending waves of pleasure that I had never felt before. “Off.” He hissed and this time I allowed it. We stood off his bed as he yanked off my leggings revealing the soft pink thong I had worn. He sucked in a breath through his teeth and growled low in his throat. He distractedly pulled his bottom lip completely into his mouth and allowed his top lip to overlap it as he admired my body.
It allowed me to stare at his hard toned body. My eyes widened at his many tattoos, I had never seen them before or even known he had any. He spun me around so I could no longer look at him and held me in his arms. We were wrapped in each other much like we had been at the club earlier. His fingers grazed across my smooth flat stomach and teased the line between my belly button and hemline. His free hand unclasped my bra and let it trailed down my arms. Both his hands now trailed up to my breasts as he held both of them. They were the perfect size for him, allowing his forefingers and thumbs to gently pull and pinch my hardened nipples.
His nose brushed my cheeks as he inhaled deeply before softly entering his fingers between my skin and the less-than-modest lingerie. He dipped his hand lower and lower until he was cupping my sex. “You feel amazing.” He promised kissing my neck in soft pecks. He nudged my legs apart wider with his knees and continued to hold me by his wrapped forearm. His palm was splayed on my stomach soothingly moving his fingertips ever so slightly.
“I want your fingers.” I said blushing at my drunken words.
“You do?” his voice held so much surprise I giggled loudly letting it echo throughout the room. His middle finger lightly brushed against my clit and my thighs clenched sending my ass harder into his excitement. The thick material of his jeans against my exposed behind made me blush even more. I imagined it blended into the heat spreading up my chest and flushing my face due to my arousal.
With a gentle push, Harry sunk his middle finger into my center. I clutched his wrist and widened my eyes at his bold move. “Feel me.” He murmured low. His normally husky voice was even deeper and rough. I put my hand over top of his and felt his veins and digits move as he pumped his finger gently and deep. I leaned my weight into him scared that I may collapse if he touched me any longer. “Talk to me.” He requested panting. I tried to pull words from my vocabulary but everything seemed to leave me. His single finger circled clockwise, allowing me to feel it completely. I relaxed my grip on his wrist and stroked his hand gently.
“Har-” My voice hitched as he added a second finger, stretching my walls. “Jesus,” I panted as his fingers now move counter clockwise. He held his fingers tightly together and pushed them in so far the heel of his hand pushed against my clit. My free hand snaked around his shoulder to clutch at his hair. I pulled it softly and turned my head allowing myself to look at him.
