Only You {h.s}

Chapter Twenty Two*

Harry shuts and locks the door without breaking eye contact with me. I slowly sit up onto my knees, resting back on my heels. His eyes rake over my body without saying a word.

"Do you like it?" I ask shyly.

"Stand up," he commands. I immediately obey.

I stand in front of him, my hands clasped together behind my back. I look up at him through my lashes and rock back and forth slightly on my feet.

"You look perfect," he rasps, his eyes still trailing over my body. He presses light kisses to my jaw line. My eyes flutter shut. "So beautiful," he murmurs.

His kisses lead to my lips, parting them with his own. It starts off slow and deliberate but quickly becomes desperate. His fingers slip into my hair, tugging slightly and holding me and the angle he pleases. My hands grip onto his biceps.

I moan lightly into his mouth when his skilled tongue works against mine. Harry starts walking us backwards without out ever breaking contact.

He sits down and shuffles toward the top of my bed, leaning against the headboard. I straddle his hips and he puts his hands on my waist. He grinds me against him gently and I gasp when I feel his clothed erection rub up against me.

"Feel that baby? This is what you do to me," Harry says lowly and moves my hips against him again.

I whimper as he starts leaving kisses down my neck. My hips grind against his involuntarily.

"You drive me crazy," he mumbles against my neck. "Dressing up for Daddy," his mouth trails lower. "Making Daddy hard," he says, leaving a hickey where my b.reasts are spilling out of my bra.

Harry's hands move up my back and undo the clasp of my bra. He lets it fall down my arms as my lips passionately reconnect with his. His fingertips lightly follow the path of the straps as he takes it off, trailing over my skin.

Harry leans back and looks at me. First at my chest, then back up to my eyes. My breathing is shallow under his gaze. He presses his lips to my collarbone, sucking and nipping at my skin. I moan loudly as his mouth goes lower and lower.

Harry takes my b.reast into his mouth, flicking his tongue against my n.ipple. My fingers immediately tangle in his hair and pull. I tip my head back, moaning, as he wraps his lips around me and tugs lightly with his teeth before going to my other b.reast.

His hands grip my bum, kneading it in his fingers. I continue to grind down on his bulge with him controlling my movements. I love the feeling of his huge hands on me. Suddenly an idea pops into my head.

"Spank me," I moan.

Harry moans against me. One of his hands leaves my bum and comes down in a quick, hard motion, leaving an intense sting on my skin. I cry out, pulling harshly on his hair, tugging his head back so that his mouth isn't on me anymore.

"I want more. I want you to punish me, Daddy," I say breathily.

Harry licks his lips, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.

"I can't do that, princess. I can't punish you if you've done nothing wrong."

I bite my lip, trying to hide my smirk. I know exactly how to get my way.

"You know," I trail my fingertips down the side of his face and lean in closer to him. "Niall would probably give me what I want. I guess I can always go to him..." I trail off.

Harry's entire body tenses at the mention of Niall's name. His facial expression goes cold and his jaw clenches. I know I have him.

He stands up and stares at me with such an intimidating look, I think I might melt into the covers. He rolls up the sleeves of his button down and takes off his watch. He sits on the edge of the bed and pats his thigh.