A Moment in the Crowd

Chapter 39: Weaknesses

Before I can say anything, Harry picks me up from the chair by the waist so that I stradle him. He places his hands on my thighs to hold me up and I instinctively wrap my fingers around his neck, the way I seem to have been doing a lot today.

He doesn't kiss me yet though, he just allows our breathing to increase, and our hearts to pound with the underlying tension that fills the room. Every move he makes leads us closer to the bed, but he never once breaks our gaze.

He lays me down carefully on the bed and whilst remaining quiet, turns to shut off the lights and make sure that the door is locked. When he comes back, he throws his beanie to the ground and allows his mess of curls to hang low over his forehead. Even in the darkened room, I can still catch the glint in his eyes while he positions himself slowly on top of me. 

His mouth eventually collides with mine and I'm taken back to the paradise I had briefly forgotten even existed. When he moves his lips against mine, I follow him easily, and as he increases the speed, it increases my need for him. For Harry.

Harry:

I'm not slow in removing my shirt after the kissing increases, and I can feel the heat beginning to come off of both our bodies. I'm already hard as a rock at the sight of Lily's silhouette in the darkened room, and I can't help myself from greedily tugging at her casual t-shirt. 

Her curves are busting out of the bra that I've already seen undone, and I can feel the blood pump through my system even faster now. I notice her shaking, very slightly but I can still feel the tremble in her touch as she traces the line on my back. We move in complete unison, allowing both of our instincts to take full effect, and I don't even think as I reach to undo her bra clasp. When she arches her back for me, I know that she's okay with what we're doing.

I can't help myself from eyeing every part of her chest as I throw the lace bra to the floor. Even in the darkened room, she looks so perfect. I don't know how I could have ever imagined myself with anyone but her, right now, in this exact moment. 

I can feel my mind spin and she stops me before I can begin removing her trousers.

"What?" I say breathless and confused.

"It's your turn." Is all she says in the most seductive voice I've ever heard escape from anyone's lips.

My heart rate is immediately affected, and she begins to work at the buttons on my jeans. They're tight enough anyway, but with what Lily is doing to me, they've become even tighter. In the back of my mind, I'm thinking that I should go easy on her with this kind of stuff. She's a virgin, and automatically my mind thinks that she can't know what to do. But when her hand expertly wraps around me through my boxers, while still tugging at my damn jeans, I forget it all.

I decide to put her out of her misery, and help with the jeans. I manage to make a fool of myself by nearly falling off the bed in my attempt, but she just giggles at me. Luckily she can't see the heat rise in my cheeks, and it gives me the confidence to continue kissing her as she strokes me softly. 

Within seconds, Lily is on top of me. I'm shocked in her dominance over me at this moment. She knows all too well that she has me wrapped around her fingers, literally. I can't help but groan into her mouth as we continue to kiss, stroking her tongue with mine and pulling her as close to my body as it can get.

She breaks the kiss and I moan, but she giggles knowlingly as she lowers my boxers. I am completely revealed to her and she doesn't hesitate to slowly wrap her lips around me. Immediately I'm filled with waves of pleasure and I can't think of anything except her perfect lips. No wonder she giggled, she knew exactly how much I'd be moaning for her right now. She begins pumping her head up and down slowly for me, teasing.

"Fuck, Lily. Faster. Please."

I can barely spit out the words through breathless moaning and I can feel her smile. I look down to see her eyes on mine and, fuck if that isn't the sexiest thing I've ever seen. I look away and close my eyes, emmersed completely in what she's doing to me. Faster now, and I can barely breathe. Her lips are so plump and warm, I can barely stand to think of anything but that exact feeling. She knows she has me when I feel her tongue swipe teasingly over me and I can't help but moan.

"Fuckkk." I draw it out through pants, and she continues to pump, harder and faster now.

The room begins to spin and I can't think of anything while I nearly scream her name as I finally spill myself into her mouth. She wipes it quickly and lays back down next to me while I continue to pant, relishing in the still lingering feeling of her lips on me. I lift my boxers back up and turn to face her, my eyes still closed. 

I open them to see her smirking at me.

"Don't give me that look." I tell her and press my lips against hers to wipe the cheeky grin from her face.

I can feel her giggling as we kiss, and finally she relaxes into me. I pull her close and stroke every inch of her body lightly with my hands.

"Your turn." I say slowly, and I can almost feel the increase in her pulse. I can't help but adore what my voice does to her. She must know that she has the exact same effect on me.

Lily:

"Shut up Harry!" I say through muffled giggles.

"Me shut up? You were the one moaning so loud I had to cover your mouth." He says through his famous grin.

I swat playfully at his arm while he turns to put his shirt back on. I'm already fully dressed again and Harry hasn't stopped teasing me about how much I liked 'my turn'. It's hardly my fault, I mean his fingers are much longer than I expected.

"I'm not the only one, alright." I tell him and he laughs before jumping back onto the bed and attempting to tackle me as he does.

I squeal and try to run away, but he grabs my waist and forces me on top of him.

"Let me off Harry!" I yell at him and he shakes his head playfully, never allowing his grip around my waist to falter.

"I think you like it a little too much for me to let you off Miss Delcourt." He says and silences me easily by gently pressing his lips against mine. I've learned that he loves to tease because he barely puts any pressure against my mouth and leaves me reaching for him.

"Asshole." I whisper to him when he pulls away even further. 

"And they said I had a dirty mouth." He smirks again and his eyes catch the glint of dying sunlight from the window.

"Ha-ha, you're so funny." I retort and he lets me off of his hips. 

"I'm meeting up with Paola tonight, remember?" I tell him when he sits quietly with his hands behind his back against the headboard of my bed.

"I do." He says simply and I begin sifting through my clothes to find something decent to wear.

"That means I have to get ready..." I tell him, hoping he catches the hint.

"I'm not leaving if that's what you're getting at. I hardly think now is the time to be shy." He chuckles to himself and I roll my eyes. It was a longshot anyway.