Underneath My Skin

Ch. 11

I immediately respond to the kiss by running my fingers through his curly roots and tugging. He groans and I start to walk backwards until my back hits a wall. His hands move down to the hem of my silk night gown. He breaks away from the kiss and pulls the gown over my head. His eyes widen at the sight of me standing up against the wall with nothing on but my black lace panties.

"Fuck," he groans.

He presses his lips to mine again and his hands cup both of my breasts. Heat rushes to my groin and a slow throbbing starts to form. My back arches off the wall and I moan into his mouth. My hands move down until I find the hem of his shirt. He steps away from me and takes his shirt off, never breaking eye contact with me.

My eyes rake down his toned and tattooed torso. Fuck he's sexy. I close my eyes and sigh.

"I can't do this," I admit.

I open my eyes and stare into his emerald ones. Its true. As much as I want him, I can't do this. I've only had sex with one person. Hell, i've only had sex one time. I can't have sex with him because what if Jackson's here and he see's? What about Zayn? What would Zayn do if he found out?

Harry closes the distance between us. He traps me against the cold wall with his warm body. My insides ignite at the feel of skin on skin with him. My throat runs dry and the throb in my groin is unbearable.

"Why can't you?" He whispers huskily.

He presses his lips on the skin where my jaw meets my neck.

"Because I've only been intimate once. And what about Zayn? What would he do if-"

He cuts me off by gently pressing his lips on mine. He presses his forehead to mine and stares into my eyes.

"I don't want to be intimate with you Bri. I want to fuck you." He whispers.

Holy shit. Why did that just turn me all the way on?

"And what about Zayn? If he finds out it'll be because you told him. I don't want romance and all of that sappy shit, I just want your body. And I know good and damn well that you want mine."

His deep raspy voice sends chills down my spine. He's right. He is so right. Fuck. I rest my palms on his chest and shove lightly. I start walking towards my bedroom and Harry follows. Once we enter I shut the door. I close the distance between us and unbuckle his belt. Our eyes never breaking contact.

I unbutton his pants and he takes over. He pulls his pants down his long legs and steps out of them. My eyes widen at the bulge in his boxers. I suddenly become nervous. He senses my nervousness and presses his lips to mine firmly. He pulls away and grips the band of his boxers.

"Don't be nervous," he says and my nerves calm.

He pulls his boxers down and his erection springs to life. Its bigger than I expected it to be. I bite my lip and press my palms flat on his chest. I shove him roughly, pushing him onto the bed. A laugh escapes his mouth and my stomach does backflips.

I slide my panties down my legs and crawl onto the bed slowly. I grip his length with my hand. His skin is so smooth and velvety, and hard. I lean forward and he's in my mouth. I suk hard and look up at him. He closes his eyes and his hips jerk beneath me.

I've never done this, but I suddenly feel powerful. Its a wonderful feeling, teasing him with my mouth and tongue. He tenses as I run my mouth up and down his length, pushing him to the back of my throat, my lips tight.

"Fuck Bri stop, I am going to come," He pleads.

I lift my mouth off of him and kiss the tip of his erection.