Black Temptation

Chapter 31

*MK'S POV*

As soon as our lips touch, my hands begin fondling with the buttons on his baby blue dress shirt. I tear it off, irritated with it by now. He stares humorously. Distracted by the sight, I bite the inside of my lip.

"I can sew. "

He laughs. "I ain't trippin..."

I giggle as he wraps his arms tenderly around my waist and hoists me onto the bed. We continue kissing as he peels the blue urgent care shirt with a clean, white "98" on it. His lips graciously attend to every square inch of my upper half. Plumb kisses graze my neck, hitting my very ticklish spot and I break out in a cry of laughter. Harry tries to return the sight of impact but I squeeze my head to my shoulder. Every time.

"How am I supposed to please you if you won't even let me touch you?" He laughs.

"I'm very ticklish on my neck. Just continue."

Once I wink, he immediately takes to my breasts. Kissing the exposed skin as I uplift, he fondles with the hooks. Once he lets the beasts loose, his lips encompass a nipple. He strokes it and plays with it and makes it feel like its the only nipple in the world. Rihanna style. Moans escape my mouth in unrestrained bursts as his other hand keeps my other breast busy. I ruffle and grab his hair when something he does electrifies my senses.

Feeling adequately messaged, he switches. Once finished, he plants kisses down my torso and the anticipation causes my premature moaning.

"Be patient, young grasshopper." He jokes.

"Sorry." I puff.

He pulls my shorts and panties along with them and throws them with the rest of my de trop clothing. Then he looks at me with deadly attraction.

"I don't want this to come out sounding like a dick. But-I'm assuming you aren't a virgin."

"No, I'm not," I respond, "but I want you to make me feel like one."

I catch of glimpse of his pleasure seeking smirk. It's a slight awkward silence between us, neither not knowing who should be to first to actually engage. But I make myself feel as inexperienced as possible, puckering my lips in a confused manner. He gets my hint. I want him. I wanna feel alive while feeling all so small. I want him to break inside me.

"I'm going to fascinate you in ways you have never experienced. Frankly, it will be overwhelming. I'm asking you for a safe word."

"Safe word? You're not going to hurt m-"

His voice drops dramatically his eyes fill of somber.

"Never."

I look around not sure of what to say. I think to throw him a curveball and shout out someone's name but how awesomely rude would that be? Spotting a Popsicle sort of stick in his bathroom, I know what I need to do.

"Nutella."

He jerks at the response.

"Nu-Nutella?"

"Yea."

"Something special between you and this Nutella?"

"I may have cheated on a lot of things with this Nutella. One being a diet. But it gives me a sense of comfort. You know the only comfort 3 tubs of skim milk, chocolate, and hazelnuts can give you.."

"Umm. Ok?" He laughs. His eyes glisten on nod. "Are you ready?"

'No.'

I nod. He smirks that famous smirk and before he can start, I close in on his ear, speaking timidly,

"Stick your fingers inside me."

He backs away, eyes glaring at my naked breasts. Grabbing his hand, I place two of his fingers in my mouth, sucking on them all the while keeping eye contact. I kiss them as they slide from my red lips. With a gracious gleam spread across his face, he separates my legs, inserting them. He flicks his tongue over my bulb of excitement and I moan and he does it again, now repeatedly and with 3 second intervals. He plays with my nipples, my back arching as I pull deathly on the sheets. My moans come faster and more intense. He moves his tongue in a perpendicular motion to his fingers which destroys me from the inside out.

"Shit.." I breathe. He wasn't kidding.

Sufficiently-lubed-he begins to pump vivaciously.

"Uh, oh," I grab my breasts, unable to escape the intense building sensation within the pit of my stomach. He begins to kiss my thighs and I feel a high coming. Suddenly, he adds another finger which only makes me high faster. His mouth messages my bulb while his fingers slightly curl inside me, hitting the spots that needed to be hit. And abruptly, it is like someone put a gun near his head and I was the bomb he had to deactivate - smoothly yet quickly - which his hands completed in less of a millisecond. The sensation was becoming too much to bear. Way too much.

I squeeze my eyes, "N-N." But the words can't escape. Won't escape. He lets his tongue rest and has his thumb take over the main course. My backbone electrocutes because his thumb's tougher and smaller which means straight to the point. I am straight to my end.

Harry smiles at me, it surprisingly calms me (for a moment) and then the electricity hits back, bigger. My mouth splits wide open and my eyes roll to the back of my head. It jolts my thighs back, toes curled, with my hand finding Harry's pot of gold hair. The orgasm pops and I scream at my peaked bliss, rupturing my vocals. All that comes next is suffocation. It's like a black hole: his eyes, his smile, his teeth, his laugh, his charm, his rudeness, his lips, his being, his him and it all simply takes my breath away.

I begin heaving when I come back to Mother Earth from my little flying escapade. His hands release themselves off me, he kissing a line up to my lips and smacking them dead in the center. He climbs atop me, hands on either side of my hair, and we commence our lip fondles but my focus is somewhere else.