Foreign Affairs |H.S.|

Chapter 19

Harry looked up at me and stroked my face. My breathing hitched, almost immediately. I just leaned forward, and kissed him. He slid his tongue into my mouth and I felt the smoothness of it, the softness of his lips. He picked me up off of the counter and walked me out of the bathroom into the living room. He laid me back on the couch and pulled out of the kiss leaving me breathing heavily. He began to take off my tank top, and I let him.

"Babygirl, you're so beautiful." He moved his lips to my neck, and his tongue licked a small stripe up to my ear. I moaned and I was just looking at the ceiling. His hand began making it's way down to my pussy again. He looked at me, biting his lip, and he pushed his hand down into my pants. I moaned and closed my eyes as I tangled my hands in his hair.

"Harry.."huh
"That's it baby girl," he said, sliding two fingers into me.
"Unh," I said gripping his hair harder. He continued kissing my neck and sucking at it.
"Don't- don't leave a mark," I said, suddenly remembering Alex.
"What's the matter love?"
"I-I... Oh god." I could barely speak as he kept up his movements. "Uh, Harry, please..."
"What is it love?"
"I don't want you to stop. Please don't stop."
"I won't," he whispered into my ear and he slid his fingers out.
"What the hell?"
"Suck," he said, putting his first two fingers in my mouth. I slowly sucked and tasted myself on his fingers.
"Good girl," he said, kissing me and moving me so that I could be on his lap. Now I was straddling him. He pushed my hips back and forth, causing me to grind on him. I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head, and my head fell backwards. Just when I thought it wouldn't end, we heard laughing. Alexa and Zayn were back. I quickly jumped off of Harry 's lap and skidded over to the door barefoot. I put the lock on the door so that they couldn't come in even after she swiped her card. I heard the door jangling.

"Mia," Alexa called.

"Uhh just a minute," I said walking back over to Harry. I climbed back onto his lap and began kissing him again.

"Mia," he mumbled. "What are you doing?"

"Lemme be good for you Papi, please.." I continued kissing him, not knowing I was speaking out of a drunk mind.

"Mia, you're drunk," he said, still continuing to kiss me.

"No I'm not," I said in between kisses. "I- I can handle myself. I kn-knooow what I'm doing."

"Mia," he said stopping all action. "You're drunk and I'm not going to do anything to you. Not now. You need to know what you're getting into." Then he kissed my nose and I pouted. "Not now baby girl," and he slapped my ass. Then he picked me up and set me on the couch.

"Mia," said Alexa banging at the door.

"I'm - I'm coming, dammit," I said, putting my tank top back on and going to angrily undo the lock. Then I felt another hurl coming. What was I thinking?