Suited 》Harry Styles AU.

34. Breaking boundaries

A/N: *Sexual content below* *IMPORTANT NOTE BELOW*

Chapter 34: Breaking boundaries

"Fuck, Emiliana," Harry groaned into my mouth as he continued to kiss me.

I don't know exactly what I want but at the moment with Harry's lips on mine and the electric feeling flowing through my body, I know that I need more than a kiss.

Within me, I craved more from Harry and I found the feeling a bit frightening because I have never felt this way before. Along with the feeling of desire, came the feeling of fear and uncertainty at the thought but I am about to fight it, whatever happens today, happens.

Harry's lips detached from mine and he starts leaving hot, wet kisses on my cheeks before teasing a path down the side of my neck. I throw my head back, giving him full access to continue the action which left goose bumps on my skin.

He sucked on a particular spot at the top of my collarbone, his teeth gripping and tongue, attacking the now sensitive skin. I sucked in a breath as he continued to suck on the spot and I was sure he had already given a spot a different color.

As he pulled away and continued attacking my lips skillfully, I felt all the butterflies in my stomach erupt at his touch. His hands cupped the under of my breast and I groaned in his mouth, my body burning, wanting more of his touch.

I pull the band off and fist my hand in his hair not knowing how else to react to the indescribable feeling that was flowing through me. I kissed him back, enjoying his taste, scent and touch, but groaned out of frustration and gloom when he pulled his lips away from mine.

"Emiliana" he says simply, his forehead against mine, our breathing hard and uneven.

"You shouldn't h-." I say brushing my lips against his. I suck in a breath as I stared into his green orbs. "I don't want you to control yourself with me, Harry, not now."

Harry stared at me with a certain expression on his face. He looked as if he didn't believe what I had just said and I was also surprised myself, but I know I meant every word, taking it back wasn't an option I was considering.

"Emiliana, are you still drunk?" he asks and I blush, my hand still holding his nape.

I smile at him, even though the frown on his face was prominent. "No, I am not drunk, I don't think I'm even hung-over anymore."

He doesn't say anything instead his eyes searches mine for a while, it seems as if he were looking for something, maybe uncertainty or hesitancy, I wasn't sure, but when he didn't find what he was looking for, he stood up with me still latched around him and placed me on the counter top.

In a heartbeat his mouth covered mine in a hot, deep kiss that drenched me in yearning. His tongue rubbed against mine with an erotic friction that radiated heat through me.

His hands went through my shirt, exposing my thighs and underwear. He grabbed my hips, before his hands moved carefully across my stomach, leaving a path of fire as he moved to my breast. He cupped it with his hand, his thumb brushing dangerously, tantalizingly, over my nipples.

I moaned into his mouth, the rate of my heartbeat increasing frantically. His lips never left mine as his other hand joined in the torture, grabbing both my breasts, squeezing hard, causing me to detach my lips from his and roll my head back, moaning in absolute pleasure.

"Harry," I moaned, his touch wrecking havoc with my heartbeat.

"Arms up, baby," he ordered ad I did his bidding. He pulled my shirt from the hem up and slipped it off before tossing it aside.