Styles My Stepbrother (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Thirty-Three: Christmas Pt. 3

HANNA'S POV

"Let's get you out of the tub. I have a surprise for you downstairs."  He mumbled into the nape of my neck. 

"Mmmm but I don't want to get out." I moaned, letting my head lean back against the base of the tub. He sighed and the blast of air against my skin caused goosebumps to rise up on my arms. 

"Well I suppose you can stay in for a little longer..." He gave in. 

"Only if you stay with me though." I bargained. 

"No offense babe, but leaning over the back of a bathtub isn't the most comfortable position." He whined as he straightened up a bit. 

"Well you could always join me in here." I suggested, surprised at my own boldness. His eyes widened in surprise. 

"Are you sure Hannah?" 

"Hey, like you said, no rules, no boundaries." I shrugged, making soap bubbles lift up. 

"Well, in that case, if you insist..." He started stripping off his shirt and I tried to discretely turn my head away when his thumbs wrapped around the waistband of his pants. I scooted forward to give him room to get in behind me. I soon felt the water rise, as Harry stepped into the bathtub. This was a new step for us. We had never really been truely naked around each other, and to be honest, I didn't know how to feel about it. Harry sure did though because when he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to his chest I could feel his erection press into my back. I laid my head back to rest on his shoulder as his lips came down to give my shoulder gentle kisses. When his thumbs started stroking one spot in particular on my sides though, I spazzed out, causing water to fly everywhere. 

"Whoa, you okay there?" He asked chuckling. 

"Oh, yeah sorry. I'm fine." I said quickly trying to move on. 

"Hanna..."

"Yes?" I said innocently. 

"Are you by any chance... ticklish?"

Hahaha oh shit....

"What? No of course not. You just surprised me that's all." I defeneded. 

"So if I were to--"

"Harry please don't."

"--touch you again here--"

"Seriously, I'm warning you for your own good."

"--you wouldn't laugh?" As he finished the sentence, his fingers moved back and forth across my skin sending me into a fit of giggles. 

"Ah you're such a liar! I knew you were ticklish!" He proclaimed, obviouisly proud of  himself. He kept tickling me even though I begged him to stop, through my laughter. There seemed to be only one way to stop him that wouldn't resort to physical violence. I wrapped one arm around his neck and pulled him to me in a forceful kiss. His hands immedietly stopped as I knew they would as he leaned into the kiss, deepening it. He played with my lower lip, asking me for entrance but just to mess with him I denied it. My back was still pressed against him as I felt his hands slowly move their way upwards towards my chest. I gasped when his hands squeezed my breasts under the water. He used the opprotunity to slip his tongue into my mouth and explore. I moaned into the kiss as his large hands roughly kneaded the sensitive skin. I felt like I couldn't move, like it was more than his physical hold on me that was keeping me in place. 

"We should probably get out now." He gasped as we came up for air. 

"Why? We're having so much fun in here." I teased as I pulled on one of his curls.