Too much

Chapter 15

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"You don't deserve another chance." I say to contradict to my actions.

His hands move to my waist as he kisses my neck and pushes the door shut behind us.

"I know," he breaths against my mouth. "It won't happen again baby."

"You have to promise Harry, I don't want to feel like that again." I stop his movements and force him to look at me.

"I promise, Addie." He says, making my heart beat faster and my stomach burn with desire.

My judgment since I've moved here has been terrible, but I can't help it. This boy, as horrible as he makes me feel at times, also makes me feel so alive and good.

Even though I should probably tell him to leave, I can't help myself from pulling his arm and leading him up the stairs to my room.

"Be quiet." I whisper and point at the door to my parents' room. He gives me a nod and smirks.

"What do you want, Adelaide?" He quietly shuts my door behind him and slowly walks towards me.

"You." I smile and meet him halfway.

"I'm all yours." He winks.

He closes the gap between us and connects his lips to mine, making that fire in my stomach burn much more.

He walks backwards knowing I won't break our intimate contact and slowly sits in the edge of the bed, pulling me to straddle his lap.

His hands move to the hem of my shirt, and I allow him to pull it over my head. The smirk on his face grows when his eyes rake over my chest. I can feel my face blush, but it's not with embarrassment; rather excitement.
My anticipation for what is coming next is great. I copy his actions and pull off his shirt, but quickly reattach our lips.

Harry breaks our kiss and turns me around so my back is pressed against his front. His hands glide from my waist up to my chest, and I moan as his fingers start kneading gently. My back arches with the pleasurable sensation his hands are sending through my body, pushing my breasts in to his hands. He doesn't keep his hands there for long before he slides them down my torso and stops just on top of my panties.

My heart is reaching and that pressure in my stomach is begging to build with the anticipation. He has hardly touched me and I feel the wetness grow in my panties, especially when I can feel his growing erection pressing against my lower back.

My hands rest on his legs as he begins to stimulate me through the fabric of my underwear.

"Harry," I moan and roll my head back to rest on his shoulder. His fingers press harder and I can't stifle the groan that leaves my mouth.

"I love how you're so wet for me." He smirks. "I can feel you dripping through these sexy panties of yours."

"Harry.. It feels so good, please." I breath.

"Not yet, baby." I can hear the smirk in his voice when his fingers stop their assault.

Why is he stopping?

"My turn." He grins and turns me around.

My eyes widen when I turn around to see him already gripping himself. I had felt him a few days ago, but I never saw it. Holy hell, it's big.

He looks amused at my shocked expression, but I don't seem to mind. I bite my lip and begin to kiss him to distract myself... I want to touch him, and I've done it before, but I'm a little intimidated.

I finally gather the courage to reach down between our bodies and grasp him gently, making him inhale a sharp breath.

"Yeah, baby." He breaths. His eyes screw shut when I begin to pump faster. I could never grow tired of watching him like this; so vulnerable because of my touch.