Complicated

Chapter 14

I feel Harry's hands move to the seam of my shirt, pulling it up. He then drags his hands under it to bring it over my head. As he does, I feel his warm hands slowly make its way up the sides of my body for the shirt to be lifted over my head, which is the only thing that interrupted our kiss.

Harry's hands move to my jaw bones and mine to the back of his neck. My hands slowly elevate to his hair and I wrap each curl loosely around my fingers. Our bodies move with our kiss; every time our tongues reach out, our chest do as well, moving in one swift movement.

He slowly walks backwards to the shower and my lips don't separated from his as I take out my bun. He turns our kiss around and I am leaned up against the wall next to the running shower. I can feel the moisture from the shower speckling my arm. Here I am, making out with Harry again..against a wall..in a steam-filled bathroom...completely naked. Right when the thought is fresh in my head, I feel Harry thrust hips hips to meet himself against me. He tempts me to have sex with him even when I am not ready for the step. While throwing that fact to the back of my mind, I grind myself against and feel him moan into my mouth.

"You have no idea how much I want to feel you." The dirty words are whispered into my mouth and I kiss him harder. His hands go on either side on my head and the palms are pressed against the wall. My hands move up and down his ink-marked body, feeling ever bump in his rib cage and every curve of his muscles. I feel the tip of him run against me again. I lower my hands further and make my way up the length, pumping him slowly. He turns me into the shower and I feel the water coat my body. I squeal into our kiss and he laughs. I feel his mouth move to my neck, lightly nipping when he reaches my collar bone. He runs down my stomach fast and I feel his breath on the lower side of me. Soon his tongue meets me and I bite down on my hand. His tongue moves faster back and forth. I feel it move up inside me and I gasp in my palm. All of this is so different and strange, but I wouldn't want to miss a moment of it. I remove my hand from my mouth, clenching my teeth tight to prevent noise from escaping, and join it with the other to wrap around his head. I close my eyes and take in the mixture of the warmth, the water falling over me and Harry, and Harry's mouth. Then I jump at the feeling of something different, until my muscles relax, more than before at the feeling. It feels like hundreds of little tingles, small vibrations, tiny beams of water. I attempt to open my eyes and see Harry with something silver in his hand. His eyes meet mine in a seconds notice and I feel myself raising higher. He smiles and I realize I no longer feel the warm water bouncing off my back. He has the shower head in his hand and is spraying it against me.

Beads of water are forced against me, each thin spray pouncing a little further. The combination of all the beams feels like a massage- like a thousand vibrations. My whole bottom is tingling and feels close to a numb feeling. I feel his tongue underneath me and I can barely stand as I come over my highest point, my legs practically giving out as they shake slightly.

I open my eyes, that I find were tightly shut, to see Harry's stunning eyes pouring into mine. I melt further and smile when I see his.

"That was...incredible." I say after a pause to try to find the right word.

"Oh..was it?" He smiles being his flirty, cheeky self.

"Absolutely." I smile, obviously flattering him.

"Good, now let's get washed up after that dirtiness." He grins and I blush.

"Agreed." I swiftly kiss his lips before turning and wrapping my hand around a shampoo bottle. I place a quarter amount in my palm and rub it against the other. I turn back to Harry and place my hands right above the backs of his ears, rolling the balls of my fingers around in circular motions. I bring my hands up and to the front. He laughs and sticks his tongue out at me as I move the hair resting over his forehead back. I scrunch my nose and smile.

"I don't know how it's possible..that you can make washing my frigging hair feel so good." I can tell it feels good, not only by his words, but because every time they give my head this massage at the hair salon, my eyes are tempted to close at the relaxing movements. I bring my hands back down and look at every detail of his hair. It's so dark brown, it could be considered black. The water runs off the ends of his hair my his ears. The darkness of his hair makes his eyes even appear even more prominent. Now that his hair is in a lather, I put him under the area where the water is aimed and wash out the shampoo. I repeat the massage with the conditioner, still observing his hair, his head slightly tilted back, but his eyes still perfectly glued on mine. It grows hard not to stare back into them but I force myself not to. Once the conditioner is in his hair, Harry turns me around and to my surprise tries to repeat my steps. His hands filled with shampoo gently rubs my head. It feels, just like everything else lately, different. His hands are much larger than mine and I begin to feel the larger tips of his fingers rub in my head. He doesn't do it half bad. I look straight into his eyes this time, the way he did to me. Instead of being shy as I was, he looks back. As his hands work through my head, our eyes never leave each others.

Once the conditioner is generously rubbed into by hair, I try to top everything. As I have his body wash in my hand, I smell it. It smells like him. I close my eyes as I inhale the fragrances swirled into it. I open, rub my hands together and start at his back, my arms close to being wrapped around his neck. I give him a shoulder massage, which I've been told I'm quite good at. I turn him and bring each hand on each one of his broad shoulders. With every slight press down, I move my thumb inwards. I follow a similar pattern down his arms and his waist. When my hands are brought up to his lower back, I wrap my arms around to feel the front of his stomach again. It is so damn firm but I try to act as if I'm not as fazed as I really am.

When I turn him around and wash his front, I tease him at the length, slowly stroking to taunt him. When his hands touch me, my body instantly flames at the feeling of his hands. He rolls his thumbs by my collar bones and rubs at my breasts. He teases my as well by giving them a light pinch on the dark of them. He turns me around and wraps his hand around me like I did to him. But this time, he brings me close to him. I feel his breath on my shoulder, and his chest and stomach against my back. Of course, my mind has to instantly notice the length rubbing against my backside. He kisses my neck gently before I turn my head to kiss his lips. He removes his body from mine and continues down my back and waist. He grabs my ass in his two hands and rubs around. It feels weird but not at the same time. It only feels weird that it hasn't been done to me before, not because Harry's doing it. He then gives it a small tap, laughing. I bite my tongue to hide my laughter.

We wash out the conditioner from our hair and the body wash. I come out, smelling the familiar scent hugging me tight. Even if I smell like a damn guy, I don't really care. Because it's his smell, it's Harry's smell. Weird or not, I love it and I'd rather smell it every day of my life then to never smell it again.

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