[DIRTY]
I unlock the front door to the flat and walk in. The lights were off, just like I left them. But Harry’s car was outside, so obviously he had to be home. Finally home, after 3 long months of being on tour. Where was he, though?
“Harry?” I whisper into the darkness. I hear nothing in response. I walk farther into the house and hear something fall and crash to the ground. I jump and then realize it was Dusty who made my brand new vase fall. Damn you, cat. I pick him up and scold him with words while I’m actually petting him on his head. “Where’s daddy, Dusty?” I ask the cat. He purrs in return. I sigh. I walk through the huge flat, into the kitchen to find nothing but darkness, just like everywhere else. Did he leave or something?
I try to switch on a light but it won’t turn on. Now I’m scared. The cat follows me and rubs up against my leg and purrs more. “Shh,” I tell the cat. I listen for a moment, but hear nothing but sounds coming from the cat’s stomach. I walk into the living room again, and whisper, “Harry? Where are you?”
Nothing happens, so I walk into our room and take my shoes off. Outside, I’m acting calm but on the inside I’m genuinely scared. The light’s wont turn on, and Harry’s nowhere to be found.
Somebody covers my mouth from behind me and I flinch before gasping into their mouth. “Don’t scream,” the body behind me whispers into my ear.
I turn around to face Harry. “Damn you, you scared me!”
He bites his lip. “Good.”
“Why won’t the lights turn on?”
“I don’t want them to.”
“Why?” I ask. Harry crashes his lips into mine and his tongue enters my mouth, exploring every crevice of it.
He pulls away for a second and puts his mouth close to my ear. “Did you know,” he whispers. “That I miss you sex…. is the best sex?”
I bite my lip. “So I’ve heard.” He grabs my waist and pulls me closer to him, purposely pushing his groin into me. He kisses my neck, leaving little trails of wet spots from his lips, that hit the air from the room which gives me goosebumps. I moan slightly.
“I like the sound of your moans,” he says.
“Then make me moan more,” I say seductively. He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He runs his hands up and down my back and kisses my roughly. Soon his hands make their way under my shirt and he plays with my bra strap under the light material of my shirt. He backs me up against a wall. I tangle my fingers in his curly locks. We kiss some and he takes my shirt off whilst holding me. Then his hands make their way down to my butt, squeezing it. I moan into his mouth which makes him smirk while we interlock our tongues together.
I’m getting really turned on, and so is he, so I pull away and pant into his ear, “Lets go to the bed.” He nods and carries me over there, laying me down gently. He kisses all the way down my bare stomach. He pulls off my jeans to expose the red and black thong I put on this morning. His eyes grow wide, and he smirks up at me.
“As sexy as this is, it’s going to have to come off,” he says. The hot air from his breath hits my thighs which gives me goosebumps. He comes up to me again and kisses my nose sweetly. He peers down at me. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too,” I look up at him.
He swipes away a loose strand of hair from my face and runs his finger down the side of my face until it reaches the very bottom of my chin. He makes his way down again, and kisses my ankle, then my shin, the inside crease of my knee, then my thigh, and finds my other leg and does the same. He pulls off my underwear and throws them across the room. Then his clothes come off.
Harry spreads my legs and his thumb finds my clit, rubbing slow circles on it which causes my back to arch. He laughs darkly and looks up at me, and whispers, “You’re dripping wet." I nod. “Who made you this wet?"
"You," I reply.
He smirks. “Ready?” Before I can answer, he shoves a finger inside of me. I gasp and he works the finger in and out of me, and adds another. He curves his fingers up to hit my G spot which he does so perfectly. My stomach knots up when he scissors his fingers repeatedly. Just as I’m about to come, he pulls his fingers out.
“Harry!” I manage to spit out.
“Just calm down, love,” he says.
I close my eyes as his head makes its way closer to my area and one of his curls tickles me down there. He caresses my thigh with his right hand while the other hand is holding open my legs, which feel weak to his touch. I open my eyes again. I buck my hips up a bit.
“Getting impatient?” He asks with a small laugh.
“Yes,” I say calmly. He raises his eyebrows and smiles. I sigh. “Stop teasing.”
“Not teasing, just taking my time,” he says.
“Well, stop taking your time and continue,” I say.
He obeys my words and his tongue enters me. He moves it around and I arch my back up, and eventually move my hips with his tongue. I come to my climax and he licks it all up.
He comes up to my face and kisses me gently. He pulls his trousers and boxers down. He kisses my neck, leaving love bites that will surely be there in the morning. I pull his hair and throw my head back. His mouth makes it’s way down to my breasts, and he kisses them lightly all over. My hands go down in between us and I grab a hold of him, and touch him slowly. He closes his eyes in pleasure. I feel him get even harder in my hands and I smile at the thought that I’m the cause. He pulls my hand away and then grinds on me, our bodies closer than ever.
He breathes in and out slowly, and then enters me without warning. He goes in all the way and then stops, letting us both take in this moment. He bites his lip and then pulls out slowly, and enters again almost immediately. I moan in anticipation. He continues to go in and out. I wrap my legs around his back, my heels digging into the dimples above his bum. My fingers go up and down his back, my nails leaving scratches that will be there for the next week or so. A collection of moans and his name escape my lips.
"Could you be any louder?" He asks.
"I could," I say. Before I can even catch my breath he enters so fastly and deeply that I scream.
"Oh, you were right." He kisses my lips and sweat begins to form on both our bodies. He continues to go at it. The bed squeaks as our bodies move back and forth in sync.
"I’m sorry, I can’t hold it in anymore," he says. His face changes into a mixture of pleasure and adrenaline. I feel him come inside of me, and the impact is so much that I come a second time. My walls close in and my eyes roll back in pleasure. His body collapses onto mine. We both pant and try to catch our breath. We lay there in the hot air of the room, our bodies so close together that I can hear his unsteady heartbeat.
"I was right," he breaths into my neck.
"What?" I ask.
"I miss you sex is the best sex," he says.
