Jupiter Falls ✓

o6| hot and bothered nights

Chapter 6 

Following the events of last night, my mind was drifting into some place tantalisingly passionate. Given that Hayley and I hadn't been intimate for over two months, being with Harry was a wake-up call.

Mixing the sugar with a teaspoon in the mug gave my mind time to dwindle. Remembering how the slamming of my back on the door didn't stop my lips from being on Harry's. How my arms were locked around his neck, and my legs wrapped around his waist as he shifted me further up the door. Like the way, he rubbed his hands slowly but roughly up the side of my bare thigh had caused an inaudible gasp to come from my lips. I knew from that moment he and I wanted nothing more but to fuck each other senseless.

Remembering the change of scene made me smile into the mug as the move to the bed was swift, the second my back came into contact with the bed sheets he had pinned me to the mattress and he sucked on my neck. The way a breathless moan escaped my lips as I ravished the feeling of his lips on every inch of me. As much as I wanted to keep quiet and not wake the neighbours, my loud long audible moan of Harry's name echoed in the room as his fingers were torturously rubbing me. Much to my liking, as my sounds of pure pleasure, purred into his ears, his motions went faster until my legs were shaking.

Or how I realised how dirty his mouth was as he polluted the bedroom with profanities, I smiled as I sipped more tea. He'd say, "fuck..." the word dragged, mirroring the sensations of pure delight I'd felt, right there with Harry. Granted I believe he had definitely enjoyed the scene in front of him as then he had gently removed my knickers. The mere touch of him on my caramel skin had lit an inextinguishable fire in me, I couldn't have given two fucks about Hayley in that moment. Only Harry and how he had made me feel on that bed was what I had cared about last night. He was the only thing I needed.

I just wanted him to fuck me, right there, hard and he did.

Remembering how my sounds had softened with every groan from Harry at how moist I was for him, I sipped on my tea...  How Harry went deeper and deeper and my fingernails dug painfully deeper and deeper into his back and how when he came into his condom soon after my second orgasm followed. I took the mug with me to the living room and sat on the sofa.

It was no surprise Harry and I were in his living room, on the sofa eyeing each other the fuck up.

"Jupiter..." he whispered.

"Harry..." I said, my tone equally as sensual as his.

"I want to kiss you" he whispers.

"Then kiss me," I said and my eyes closed in anticipation. When his lips touched mine I wanted to contain myself but, I couldn't and let out a low moan. The kiss was rough, aggressive even and I mirrored him with the same aggression. His fingers were at the hem of my t-shirt and, they were pulling it up to my chest. We momentarily stopped and hurriedly I pulled the damn cotton off my body, and he'd taken his shirt off too.

Returning to each other's mouths, he pushed me down on the sofa, and he hovered over me. He then came down to my face with more kisses, "you" kiss "are" kiss "so" kiss "beautiful" and that was when I grabbed his face with my hands in a long kiss.

His bottom lip pulled apart first, he took a breath and I did too before he came back to my lips. His teeth bit on my lower lip when my hands started wandering down his bare back. He smiled against my lips and I comb my fingers through his hair. He pulls his lips from mine and whilst hovering above me places one hand in my head of curls laid behind my shoulders.

He's twisting ringlets in his fingers and I watch his cute candy coloured pouty lips with a satisfying smile.

"Oh dear."