Games and Pleasure

Chapter 13: Taking things slow?

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I keep feeling smaller and smaller,
I need my girl.
- "I Need My Girl" The Nationals

His eyes were blazing and my heart began to pound harder. I felt my blood boiling and rushing down my body, making my stomach turn in desire as he stared down into my eyes. He was so unbelievable perfect.

"What do you want me to do now, Cassandra?" He whispered. I wanted to say something but I was hypnotized by his green eyes and his shirtless torso in front of him.

He reached up and caressed my lower lip with his thumb, bringing me to the edge. I wanted to taste him, I needed to.

"Kiss me." I breathed.

Leaning down he delicately kissed the corner of my mouth, teasing me. My muscles clenched in response.

Oh, what you do to me Harry Styles.

I couldn't resist any longer, I immediately cupped his face in my hands and lunged at him, pressing my lips against his, kissing him. I could tell he was surprised at my audacity but then I felt him moan into my mouth and his hands grasped my hips, pulling me onto his lap. His tongue tenderly stroked mine as my legs wrapped around his waist. It was all new to me, all the kissing that I did back in high school didn't compare to this moment. I had never been kissed like this before. His lips were temptation; soft, firm and full of experience.

He squeezed me tightly against his body and one of his hands traveled to my behind, clutching it softly.

Holy cow.

"I've been wanting to do this since the first time I saw you." His lips brushed against mine.

I flushed, everything felt too good. His hands touching me, his body rubbing against mine and his mouth demanding my mouth. It was pure pleasure.

Out of nowhere my subconscious reminded me this was too much for me but I pushed her to the back of my thoughts, ignoring her.

Tentatively, I moved my hands up to his hair, tugging gently as soft and messy curls caressed my palms. He moaned again and I reciprocated.

"Harry."

"Huh?" He murmured lowly, his lips still pressed against mine.

I pulled away and his mouth traveled to my neck, placing soft kisses on my throat and collarbone.

"I don't want to go too fast." I nervously told him, anxious for his reply.

He stopped and sighed. When he turned to look at me his expression was unreadable, he had a blank look on his face. Shit.

"You kissed me." He said through gritted teeth.

My mouth dropped opened as I gaped at him. I asked for it after all, didn't I?

Well maybe he was right I was the one who kissed him but that didn't mean I wanted to go any further.

"I'm sorry." I stuttered, embarrassed.

He ran both of his hands through his hair and looked down at the floor reflectively.

A couple of minutes passed before he looked up at me again.

"You're giving me mixed signs, Cassandra." He finally said.

"I'm sorry if I misled you."

"Oh, you have. At first you want me to kiss you and then you're asking me not to go too fast. I'm dying here, can't you see how much I want you? If you have limits please let me know which so I know what to do."