Our Little Secret (h.s.) // editing

"Where Do You Liked To Be Touched... Sexually?"

~ Harry~

Her hands roamed my body as we lay on my bed. Her frail body beneath me. I run my fingers through her hair, admiring her smooth complexion. I watched her eyes fill with worry, draining as a kiss was placed on her neck. The pad of my thumb traces her cheek, placing soft kisses in its trail.

"I love you." I whispered. She echoed my words back to me, her sweet voice filling my ears.The word repeated from my mouth over and over and over again. I was determined to make her believe that I love her. I want her to feel beautiful. I want her to know that I would never hurt her.

"Are you sure?" I question. With a nod of her head my hands slid to her waist.Sharp breaths were heard from beneath me, and I wanted nothing more than to kiss it away. My fingers hooked her jeans, pulling them down with her bright pink lace. For a girl who has never been touched, she sure as hell had an amazing talent for exciting men.

Janissa doesn't just turn me on, but everyone who looks at her. I have even caught a few girls eyeing her exquisite features. As if her face was not enough, her body could surly do the trick. But that is the thing about Janissa, she is not just a hot body, there is so much more to her. She is the sweetest, funniest, and smartest person I have ever come across, and to think that she is all mine.

"I want you to take me hard." She whispered. The room around me shifts. We are no longer in my bedroom, but in a foreign environment. The beautiful body underneath me has disappeared to across the room. Bright pink lace turning to a black set. Her body sprawled out as she remains restricted in a set of hand-cuffs. "Against the wall. On the floor." She shouts from her current position.

My eyes fly open as I am faced with the boring white ceiling. Janissa's head laid on my chest as I become aware of a very painful, and hard problem. 

"Fuck." I mutter to myself. It had felt so real. It felt like I was touching her for the first time. The experience making me feel nervous. At one point she was this vulnerable girl beneath me, ready to let me make love to her. Then, in a blink of an eye, she is handcuffed to the bed begging me to take her against the wall. Both situations adding on to the painful problem in my pants.

I gently remove Janissa's body from mine, and quietly make my way to the bathroom. On my way, my eyes glance at the bright, green number on the clock next to the bed. 3:47am. Great. Once in the bathroom, I had to options. I could either suck it up and take a cold shower. Or I could try to recreate the vision inside of my head of Janissa sprawled out on the bed. Although making love to Janissa turns me on, picturing her handcuffed at my mercy would get the job done faster. Shit, just thinking about her laying in my bed would get the job done.

In a brisk movement, I drop my pants down just below my knees, along with my boxers. My hand wraps around myself as I close my eyes. The image of Janissa fills my mind as I work on myself. Her moans fill my ears as she begs me to take her. Refusing her, I kiss the valley between her breasts, occasionally biting at her skin. I picture her pressing her body against mine as I refuse to pleasure her further. Her pleas, and moans mixing with mine. My name falling from her lips. With a final stroke against myself, and the thought of Janissa's lips around me, I finish rather loudly.