Olivia
Waking up this morning I'm not as disoriented as I was yesterday. I feel Harry's hand on my face and running through my hair. When I finally open my eyes the first things I see are his vibrant green eyes staring down at me. I can't believe I never noticed how much of his expression lies in his eyes. They can go from intense and lustful, to joking and playful, to soft and tender within a moment's notice. Right now it's the tender look that he's giving me. But it's different from the way Liam looks at me. When he looks at me it's hopeful, happy. It's almost like he sees our future together when he looks at me. When Harry looks at me like this I know it's hard for him. Whatever it is that we have is confusing. I know he wants more than I can give him and it hurts him. But he doesn't want to give it up and neither do I. I'm starting to get uncomfortable the longer he looks at me and the more I think about it so I do the only thing I can think of to stop it.
I throw my leg across him until I'm straddling his lap and start kissing him with purpose. I can feel him smiling against my lips but it doesn't take long until all the humor is gone. His hands snake their way around my back, pulling me closer until our naked bodies are lying flat against one another. While we kiss he turns us over so now he's hovering over me. I don't know what it is about his need to take charge in bed but it seriously turns me on. But that doesn't mean I'm just going to give up all control either. I wrap my legs around him and use all my might to turn us over so I'm sitting on top of him again.
"Well I guess it's a good thing this bed is so huge, huh?" He chuckles while I trail my lips down to his neck.
"Shhh. You're ruining the mood." I whisper, sitting up and putting one finger up to my lips to silence him.
"Is that an order?" He asks playfully. He doesn't admit it but I think he likes it that I like to have control too. I'm never just going to give up without a fight. I nod my head yes and he shuts up, folding his arms beneath his head so he can watch me.
I use one finger to lightly trace the sparrows on his chest before moving down to do the same with the moth on his stomach. I can feel the hard muscles underneath the skin so I trace the lines that mark their definition too. When I glance up at his face he's calm but the lower my hand goes the more I can see him struggling to control his expression. I watch him as my fingers glide over the leaves on his hips, first one, then the other. As I trace the trail of hair just below his belly button I can hear his breathing pick up. I give him one final look before running my hand down along his length and stroking him lightly.
"How does that feel?" I ask, teasing him a little and taking a page from his book.
"So fucking good." He moans, his eyes shut in pleasure.
"Do you want more?"
"Mmhmm."
"Words Harry." I remind him. I'm loving the role reversal and I think he is too.
"Fuck. Yess."
"What do you want?" I ask, stopping my motions completely.
"What?" He asks, finally opening his eyes and sitting up on his elbows to see why I stopped.
"What do you want me to do to you?" I ask as innocently as I can while straddling him naked.
"You're really asking me that question? As if you don't already know."
"Mmhm." I say nodding my head.
"I want you to wrap those gorgeous lips of yours around my dick." He says bluntly. I knew he would say it but it still takes me by surprise a little. I guess it shouldn't though. Harry is anything but shy.
