"Let me hear you angel." Harry moaned, as he trailed kisses up my thighs and began tugging my lace panties down my thighs. "I wanna hear you." His breath hit me right where my bundle of nerves was and sent almost electric shots through my body, "I want the neighbors to hear you." He gripped my thighs and spread them as far as they would go. "Who's your daddy, baby?" He whispered, inching his lips closer to my dripping heat.
"You are! You are, Daddy!" I whimpered, clawing at the sheets beneath me.
"That's fucking right." He dipped his head down and attached his lips to my oversensitive clit.
"Ahh! Fuck! Daddy! Yes!"
Words spilled out of my mouth and I was only conscious enough to know what half of them were.
But it didn't matter, all that mattered was him and his lips and damn!
Suddenly the feeling of his lips were gone and I jerked up in the bed. I was no longer in Harry's apartment...I was in my hotel room.
Shit!
I collapsed back in the sheets and groaned. The aching between my thighs was still there and shivers were still running down my spine.
My body was shaking and tears of sexual frustration pricked at the edge of my eyes.
Fuck it! At this point I'm desperate.
Rolling off the bed I clawed at the desk and found my phone.
Hitting the most recent call, I collapsed back onto the bed and held the phone to my ear, attempting to steady my breathing.
It was so realistic, I could feel his lips and his hands and his breath hitting my skin.
"Hello?" Harry's groggy voice came through the phone, "Angel, it's late! What's wrong?"
My voice cracked, "Daddy!" I whimpered, burying my face in the pillow and preparing to swallow my pride.
"What is it, baby?"
"Daddy, I need you." I whispered, rocking my hips against the mattress in an attempt to get some friction.
"Is that so?" He was fully awake now and the smirk could be heard in his tone. "What happened kitten? Were you playing with yourself, like a naughty little kitten?"
I shook my head, "no! No daddy! I didn't! I was a good girl!"
"Then what has my baby whimpering?" He questioned.
"I had a dream, daddy." I admitted.
"Ooh, really now? And was it about me?"
I nodded, "yes! Of course! They're always about you!"
"Hmm, there's been more than one? We'll discuss that later...what did daddy do in this dream baby?"
I groaned into the pillow, "you had me on my back (I was interrupted by Harry chuckling a quiet "as usual") and you got down between my legs and started kissing my thighs and you pulled my panties off and made me spread my legs for you and then you started kissing and - and licking and then-"
"Woah! Woah! Baby back up...I didn't quite hear that...I started kissing and licking what exactly?" Harry asked, amusement clear in his voice.
He knows I don't like to say it, so this was intentional.
"Harry!" I whined into the phone, my body still shaking from talking about the wet dream.
"Did I start kissing that pretty little pussy of yours Babygirl?"
"Yes!" I whispered, my voice nothing but a squeak.
"I'm sorry what?"
"Yes sir." I corrected myself.
"Well, I appreciate you calling to tell me and that's something I expect you to do every I time I make an appearance in your dreams but Baby we've already discussed this."
"I know but Daddy it's so much worse than I thought it was going to be...please." My voice cracked again.
"Willow Grace, I should not have to repeat myself and I remember telling you before you left that you weren't allowed to, especially with the little stunt you pulled this morning so this just became your unofficial punishment...so You will not be touching yourself and I won't be saying anything to relieve your frustration until your plane lands tomorrow."
The tears left wet trails down my cheeks but I wiped them away vigorously.
"Okay." I responded, attempting to control my tone.
"And if you're a good girl tonight, I'll make my baby feel like the goddess she is the second you step foot into my apartment."
"Okay." I answered again.
"What was that?"
"Yes sir." I corrected, getting up and walking to the bathroom.
"Get some sleep, my love...ill see you tomorrow."
I hummed a response, turning the shower knob to cold.
"I love you."
"And I love you." I answered before hanging up.
I could wait till tomorrow, I would just take a cold shower and get my shit straight and wait till... But what's stopping me, right now? ....he's not here and he doesn't have to know what I do in the shower!...it's my body!
Flipping the water to hot, I climbed into the shower and laid down under the hot stream.
Closing my eyes, I placed my fingers on my stomach and began sliding them down, between my legs.
Gasping at the foreign feeling.
Why am I not allowed to do this? Fuck, it feels almost as good as Harry does.
