SPACES [Editing]

Reward

Louis Tomlinson

Hands. Our hands were all over each other. We were kissing in the car, his hands rubbing my inner thigh while I was trying to focus on my driving. And I was failing. He was kissing me everywhere and I was literally running all red lights, I won't be surprised if we get pulled over by the cops for over speeding.

I held on to every bit of control I had in my body. He was palming me through my pants and I tried to steady my pulse but it wasn't working. It's all too much for me. If he doesn't stop now, I won't be able to hold it in.

"Close, baby. We're close. Please just... just let me drive." I said between heavy breaths. He pulled his hands back and decided to just kiss my neck. Which clearly wasn't a step back from what he was doing earlier. Was he trying to get us killed by letting me hit the speed limit?

"I can't wait for you to be inside me," he murmured against my skin, his breath warm as he bit on it.

"That's not helping, really." I said as the bulge inside my pants was growing. I could see from my peripheral vision that he was smirking, that cheeky man.

He didn't let me go until we reached home. As soon as we entered the house, Harry was already undressing himself like he was desperate to get out of his designer clothes.

"You deserve to be rewarded for the job you did today," he kissed me all over my face while he was unbuttoning my shirt. He was now fully naked, and very, very ready.

He led me up the stairs, trying not to miss the steps and we were kissing like the world's ending, only taking short breaks to come up for air.

He kissed me like he wanted me to know the reason why kisses were created. He kissed me like I'm the only person he'd ever want to kiss. He kissed me like he was a fucking astronaut who's trying to leave footprints on the moon. Everytime he'd kiss me it felt like he was leaving marks on me. His marks, and I didn't mind because I'm his, I'm all his.

He led me into the bathroom and slowly pulled the waistband of my boxers down with his teeth, not breaking eye contact. My member sprung up and he held it with his hands, wide-eyed.

He turned on the shower as soon as we stepped in and let the cold water ran down our bodies, probably turning into steam as soon as it touches our skin. I want him, I want him bad.

He looked so beautiful, so perfect, and he's all mine. And I don't know what I did to deserve this but he loves me just as much as I love him and every inch of his beautiful body belongs to me.

"Ready for your surprise?" He bent over and spread his cheeks. I positioned myself in front of his hole and went in, the water lubricating every part of his body. He reached out for my hand and made me stroke his shaft.

"Fuck. That...that feels so good, daddy." He said, spanking his butt cheeks. He knows I like his kinks.

I spanked him, leaving a light handprint on his bum.

"Harder, please." He said and I spanked him again. I was worried I was hurting him, but I can see his reflection in the mirror and all I see is pleasure.

"Daddy, faster please." He asked and I followed. I love it when he says 'please'. Even in sex, he still minds his manners. His hands leaving a mark against the glass shower walls and his moans filled the bathroom, drowning out the sound of the shower running.