Destiny | H.S.

Chapter 12

He places me on top of the bed, and I grab him to pull him down on top of me. His lips meet mine hungrily, our hips pushing against each other's.

"I want you," I moan out as his lips attack my neck, and he pulls back with widened eyes.

"Are you sure, Avery? We don't need to if you're not ready," he starts, leaning above me. I grab the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss.

"I want to, Harry. I promise," I insist, and he nods.

His lips meet my neck once again, probably leaving a mark, but I'm too in the moment to care.

"Do you have condoms?" He asks after pulling away from my neck, and I mentally hit myself for not thinking about this earlier. Here we are, extremely horny and ready to have sex, and I don't have any fucking condoms.

"Fuck, I don't," I groan out, just wanting some sort of Harry already. It's kind of embarrassing, honestly. Who doesn't have condoms in their apartment? I guess it's just been quite a while since I've had sex, I haven't needed to worry about it.

"Shit, I don't have any on me either. I do at my apartment, but not in my car or anything," he explains, halting his kisses momentarily to think.

I hate the thought of Harry having sex with other people, but brush the thought out of my mind. It doesn't matter anymore.

"What should we do? Should you just pull out?" I whine, and he chuckles. My impatience is getting the best of me.

"Calm down there, missy. As much as I hate to say it, let's just be safe and wait for another night," he says, biting on my neck. I guess he's right. We definitely can not afford to take any chances. I'll count on that 'another night'.

"Doesn't mean I can't make you feel good though, baby," he whispers lowly into my ear, making me shudder.

He quickly pulls off his sweater, and takes off my shirt. He then unhooks my bra, exposing my breasts. I can't help but stare at his bare chest, tattoos exposed. He's so toned, with very minimal chest hair in the middle of his chest. He has a thin trail of hair leading from his belly button to his lower region, making me hot all over.

Harry starts licking and sucking at my right nipple, while using his other hand to massage my left breast. My back arches in pleasure, and he bites around my breast, leaving marks. He switches, leaving me a hot mess.

Once he's satisfied, he smirks up at me and then leaves wet kisses down to the hem of my yoga pants. He slides them off, and pulls my thong off as well. My heart beats faster as he presses a kiss to both thighs. He takes two fingers and runs them against my core, biting his lip.

"You're so wet for me, baby," he smirks, before replacing his fingers with his tongue. He licks up and down, before pushing his tongue in, and then back out.

"Oh my god, Harry," I moan out, bucking my hips up at the contact. He holds my hips down, and I feel him smiling against me. He loves to hear his name, the little narcissist. He licks and sucks, continuing this until I start to shake, nearing my high. He can tell, since he speeds up his tongue, and uses his hands to spread my legs some more. I can't concentrate at all.

"Harry, I'm going to come," I say through a handful of loud moans, grabbing a fistful of his hair and bucking my hips up uncontrollably. He holds my legs down and working his tongue faster, and I'm soon hitting my high, moaning and shaking. The wave of pleasure washes over me after a couple of seconds, leaving me extremely sensitive. He places a final kiss to my center, and bites his lip.

"That was incredible," I moan out, numb from the intense pleasure my body just experienced.

"I'm glad, baby girl. You taste amazing," his deep voice let's out, pupils extremely dilated.