Intrigued // h.s

Chapter 3//

Harry pov//

We were sitting at dinner and they put me next to her. God her skin was so beautiful. I couldn't help but stare at the way she ate. And when she spoke she spoke so delicately. My eyes were locked to her luscious white milky thighs and her skirt had risen causing something not so little to form in my pants.

"So Mr.Styles, what do you think of the food?", Mrs.Hugh says pulling me from my thoughts. "Oh it's quite delightful, very very delicious," I speak back while staring intently at Arabella. She turns to me and her smile beams widely. This girl will surely be the death of me. I don't know if it was the way her eyes sparkled in the light or how she carried herself so adorably. But honestly it was probably just what was happening in my pants. I couldn't help myself when I put my hand on her knee ever so softly not wanting to harm her. I couldn't resist her beautiful fair skin. You will be mine Arabella in the most pure and dirtiest ways imaginable.

Arabella's pov//

Mr.Styles hand was on my knee and I was overwhelmed with emotions. I was content in staring at his hand. It's just a kind gesture right? Of course it is I think to myself. He's trying to make you feel comfortable. But oh how I wanted his intent to be nothing but naughty.

I know I shouldn't be thinking thoughts about a man who's 20 years older than me but I couldn't help myself. His hand on my knee not only made me feel safe but made my stomach churn. I couldn't help the feeling and soon had to close my legs after getting too excited.

I think he noticed this and slowly rose his hand up more and more while my parents were talking to him. My parents were talking to him and he was acting as if he wasn't doing nothing naughty!! But oh I indeed knew exactly what he was doing and I had no intentions on stopping him. Who honestly would?

His hand was achingly close to the place where I oh so wanted him. I knew from the way he wouldn't move his hand that's as far as he was going. But oh how I wanted more. His hand was just lying there on my inner thigh just teasing me. I closed my thighs together more adding more pressure. Moaning with a sigh at the feeling of his hand in a place where he shouldn't be.

"Arabella are you okay honey?" I hear my mother ask as I squeeze my thighs again loving the feeling. "Hmm hmmm oh yes mom I'm uh" that's when he did it. He slid his hand into my underwear. "I'm.. Uh.. I'm fine mom, just a little.. Uh tired," I speak barely above a whisper. This is so naughty. But here I was with Mr.Styles hand in my underwear losing all sense of control not wanting the feeling to ever end. He was causing me to bite my lip not wanting to disrupt dinner again. I was in pure bliss never wanting this feeling to end. Letting little sighs pass my lips and thats when I look up at him. He's just sitting there listening intently to my parents with a grin on his face. How could he act like nothing was happening when I was losing balance. All of a sudden he stopped rubbing me. Interrupting me from my pleasure and I was so disappointed. He leaned down and whispered
" Arabella darling do not worry there will be plenty more where that came from. Believe me." This man will surely ruin me and I had no intent on ever stopping him.

It was soon time for him to leave and I was so upset. I waited for my parents to say goodbye and they asked me to walk him to his car. As we reached his black Range Rover he pulled me into a hug and whispered in my ear sending chills throughout my body, "oh love it was so fine seeing you come undone under my touch. Hope I didn't turn you on to much." He turned me to look at him and kissed me gently on the cheek as he pulled me in for a tight hug causing all of our body parts to rub together. He then rubbed his hands down my back to my butt and spoke barely above a whisper "my what a nice bum you have," while giving it a quick tap before taking my phone from my back pocket. "Sorry love I'm just putting my number in." He soon gave it back and looked at me one more time before saying "goodbye my dear Arabella we will meet again."

Oh how I could not wait for the next encounter of this beautiful man.

Authors note//
OMG HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY FUCKING STYLES. love you honey bunches.