Our Little Secret (h.s.) // editing

Ten

(HANISSA ANYONE?? Let Me know what you think, loves!)

 

His tongue slid across my bottom lip, begging for entrance that I gladly gave him. He battled for dominance as he pulled me on top of him, leaning on the bed. This was the Harry I knew; sweet, and caring. The coldness on the corner of his mouth reminded me that he was still the same as he was a few years ago.

 Whether that Harry is completely gone, or whether he is still in there somewhere, I was falling for him. Hard. I positioned my knees on either side of his waist , pulling from the kiss when the need for air became to strong.

Harry took this as an opportunity to attack my neck, quickly finding a spot just on the base of my neck, and sucked harshly. His name fell from my lips naturally as it has done many times before as I attempted to fight off a shiver. He smirked against my skin, letting his hands roaming from my hips to under the fabric of my shirt.

 His touch sent waves of heat throughout my body, making me crave the warmth everywhere else on my body , making me want to touch him everywhere, all the time. He shifts our weight, putting him on top of me in the dominant position between my legs.

 "I told you not to be submissive, Janissa." He whispered into my ear. His breath was hot against my skin, placing a soft kiss on my jaw before removing his shirt. Involuntarily, my hands shot up skimming his perfectly toned muscles, the bandage on his stomach sparking curiosity in me. I was broken from my thoughts when Harry came down to nip at my neck.

 "Wait," I whispered, sitting up in front of him. My hands found there way back to the bandage, picking at the tape around it.

 "What are you doing?" He whispered, laughing at my curiosity. He took my hands in his larger ones, placing kisses on my palm, as well as the pads of my fingers.

 "What is it?" I whisper.

 "Nothing you'll like." His plump lips pulled into one of his famous smirks, before lowering himself to kiss me again. It was a quick, simple kiss. He rested his forehead against mine. Our eyes met, neither of us pulling away. His eyes continued to captivate me till this day, as they always have. They were green, but they weren't dull, but instead lit up the room, and all that other sappy stuff. But they were perfect. His hand came up to grasp my face, his thumb running over my bottom lip.

 A soft kiss was placed on my nose, then one to my lips before he placed his forehead back against mine.

 "You have the most perfect lips." He whispered against my mouth. His breath smelt minty, causing me to develop the urge to taste him all over again. "The cutest nose," He kissed my nose once again, making me giggle softly. His eyes fluttered closed, as his body pressed further into mine, no space between us. "And that laugh..." My legs wrapped around his waist. All I could do was smile at his words before leaning to give him another kiss.

 "Show me..." I whispered, still messing with his white bandage. His eyes remained closed before he let out a groan. "Please?" He pulled his body from mine, a cold feeling instantly washing over me, missing his touch. I scooted myself to the end of the bed. Harry slowly pulled the bandage from his body, before discarding it into the trashcan. "Come closer." I whispered. My hand came up to outline the tattoo on his stomach. It was pointless, and absolutely perfect. When my fingers connected to the large moth, on his toned body, he hissed, but didn't move. "Sorry." I whispered. He had plenty of tattoos, but this one is my favorite, and I didn't know why. The Swallows have always been my favorite, but I think I may like this one better. I stand up, moving closer to him. I felt his eyes on me as my fingers traced the Swallows on his chest. My touch moved to his collar, then to his neck. I just wanted to touch him, whether is was a kiss or a simple brush of his arm, I wanted to feel him.