Foreign Affairs |H.S.|

Chapter 28

A/N The image above shows Mia's body type. So enjoy :)

Harry's P.O.V

I looked at the way she smiled. The way she crouched forward, her mouth wide open when she laughed as she told stories of her and her childhood, her family, and so forth. How delicately her lips touched the glass when she took another sip of wine. She never really wore makeup, but with or without it, she was beautiful. In the past, I've always had the typical white girls: skinny, decent tits, curves, and a small ass. But Mia was unmistakeably different. Her light, caramel skin. The way it glowed and how her jewelry was hidden behind her waist length, dark brown waves. The way her boobs were compressed underneath her shirts, but big enough so that a top button could never be closed over them. Today she wore a black low cut tee with a tank top underneath and skinny jeans that hugged her ass perfectly with a little bit of eyeliner lining her eyes, going into a cat eye at the top. Her lashes fanned out nearly reaching her eyebrows. God. What I wouldn't give to see her tied up to my bed while I make her scream for more and beg me to stop. To have her hands cuffed behind her back while I'm fucking her hard and pulling her hair, muffling her screams into the pillows. To hear her sweet, silky voice call out Daddy.

I shifted, feeling myself become hard as I always did in her presence.

"So," I began to ask. "How are things with you and Alex?" She got quiet and folded her leg up on the brown leather couch, and she just looked at me.

"Why do you wanna know?"

"Is it wrong to want to know more about you than you've told me? I mean, there must be a reason you came back after less than a day of being home." I saw her eyes begin to become glassy.

Mia's P.O.V.

Harry and I were having a great conversation. We talked about our childhoods and funny memories. I noticed how he watched me intently as I spoke. How his eyes were glued to mine, and how he looked at my lips here and then. I took another sip of wine, and he spoke.

"So, how are things with you and Alex?" I froze. Why would he care?

"Why do you wanna know," I asked.

"Is it wrong to want to know more about you than you've told me? I mean, there must be a reason you came back after less than a day of being home." Water began to fill my eyes as I recalled yesterday's scene. His eyebrows furrowed and he stood up and came and sat next to me.

"Mia," he asked, cupping my face and wiping my tear away. "Is everything alright?"

"No. We...we broke up yesterday. Uhm, I caught him cheating when I got home, with my sister."

"Oh, Mia. I- I'm so sorry."

"No, don't be."

"Mia, I'd never treat you that way. Ever. You're just so beautiful, and honestly, I...I just... I'd give you everything. I want you."

He leaned into me and began placing small kisses along my jawline. I set the glass down on the table, lifting his chin up, and began kissing him. He pushed me backwards onto the couch. His tongue slid into my mouth as I began running my fingers through his hair. He grabbed my waist, pulling me up closer to him as he got in between my legs.

"Oh Harry," I gasped into his mouth. Before I knew it, he picked me up, and began carrying me to his room.

He layed me back onto the bed and began taking off my clothes, revealing a black and scarlet bra and panty set. He stared in awe.

"Mia, my god," he said, taking my breasts into his hands, massaging them. I just laid there, feeling so helpless to his touch. He stopped to pull his shirt over his head, revealing multiple tattoos that I didn't think he had. I sat up, flipping us over, and straddling him. I traced the butterfly tattoo under his chest and I felt how he tensed up. I looked at him and began kissing him again. He flipped us back over, pinning my hands above my head. He began kissing down my neck, making his way to my boobs.

"Wait, Harry," I managed to say.

"What's wrong doll," he asked in between kisses. I sat up, resting my hands behind me.

"I-I've never done this before.."