Have A Little Faith (Harry Styles FanFic)

48-Like A Rose

ARTIST: New Medicine       SONG: Like A Rose

..."...Cause if there's trouble in this town you know she's gonna find it...She's like the devil in a short skirt but I don't mind it...Everybody thinks I'm crazy, but they don't even know..."...

"You scared me." She says as she looks at me.

"Sorry."

"I thought you would be sleeping."

"No, just watching TV."

"What are you watching?"

"When Animals Attack. What are you doing? Are you leaving me?"

"I was just going to get something to wear."

"You know you are always welcome to my clothes, help yourself."

"You sure?"

"Stop thinking about that silly dream you had about me yelling at you for wearing my shirt. That is never going to happen; I love seeing you in my shirts. Not nearly as much as I love seeing out of them but I think you get the idea."

Faith laughs softly before walking over to my dresser and flips through my stack of t-shirts until she finds one she likes; she settles on a plain gray one and after she puts it on she uses her towel to dry her wet hair before she goes back into the bathroom.

When she comes back out, her long hair is combed over her left shoulder. Faith walks over to the side of my bed and grabs the remote off my chest and turns the TV off before sitting the remote on my night stand. 

I watch her as she picks up my IPod and takes a few minutes to pick something she wants to listen to before she sets it back down on the table.

She shoots me a wink before yanking the blanket off my body and straddling my hips. 

Whoa...

Before I can reach up and grab her hip, she shimmies down my thighs and rest her bottom gently against my knees.

Without any kind of warning, Faith yanks down my pants and boxers and grips me in her hand and with two slow strokes of her hand I am completely hard under her touch.

"You were right baby. He does like it when I touch him." She chuckles and she is still smiling as she begins to stroke my length in her hand.

Her slim fingers grip me perfectly to allow her to stroke me flawlessly in a slow and teasing way.

"I love the way you touch me." I say softly as I feather my fingers across her arm.

"Is this okay or do you want me to do something else for you?"

"Like what?" I moan as she strokes me a little faster.

"Something like this." She says as she dips her head down and swirls her tongue over the head of my shaft.

"Yes please." I pant and then let out a loud moan when she takes a surprising amount of my length into her mouth.

She uses her hand on the remaining inches that she can't take into her mouth and begins to stroke me at a steady pace. Faiths long wet hair is draped across my hip as her head moves up and down and her free hand is resting on my abdomen.

I reach my left hand down and lace my fingers between hers, to feel more connected with her as she pleasures me. 

Every time I moan, Faith hums in satisfaction and I can feel each hum all the way through my body; the sensation bringing me closer and closer to my end each time.