Dirty Little Secret » Larry AU

PART 24: Exploration

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The simple, stimulating feeling of him rubbing the head of his stiff erection against my clammy skin was already making me tingle in all the good places. Good, as in the most pleasuring. He was doing that just after having fingered me. Due to our unfortunate drought of lubricant, Harry had to make sure I was dripping with perspiration. And, with him being as greedy as I was, he had easily succeeded.

Even my thighs were shiny with sweat due to the struggle of keeping still where my kneecaps poked down into the soft mattress. The overwhelming and obscene tingling sensation he was giving me by such simple touches had me scrunching my eyes shut and leaning my head to back to then part my lips in order to let myself gasp into the open air.

Harry's hands were skimming over my chest until they landed at my crotch where they cautiously started tugging and playing with my scrotum. Ugh. It was completely understandable that he was trying to pleasure me, but did he not see that I was clearly more than prepared for him to crash inside? I mean, his emerald eyes were literally staring right into the one body part on me that was so hard that it was aching—which became even more problematic when he started grazing his fingers around it. One light touch from his thumb was all it took for me to gasp in panic and shudder in position—so much that he had to grasp my hips in order to prevent me from sloping down on the bed.

"S-Shit you're sensitive," he hummed. "You're okay, yeah?"

I nodded, my chin tilting down on my chest where I panted subtly while looking down at him. He circled his thumbs over my hipbones while gazing into my eyes, a mixture of lust and worry blasting through. I decided to rest my hands on both his shoulders, finally nodding as I felt my heart decelerating in pace from the previous jump.

"It's—It's your cock," I forced out, hoping he would understand what I meant.

What I meant was that the feeling of the stiff, naked, throbbing and warm object poking against the area of my grundle was quite literally electrifying every separate nerve stretching through my hot skin. That was why my body was reacting. My sensitivity however, depended on the fact that my erotic mind kept imagining how it would feel to have that specific object penetrating me, skin-to-skin.

"I want you to take control this time. Okay?" The way he spoke to me made me feel like a child, but I didn't mind—somehow, it made it more exciting. He arched his back to lean in and kiss my tummy before glancing up at me again. "I would love for you to ride me, baby. Can you do that for me?"

"I can try," I said in a breath.

His right hand caressed the side of my somewhat trembling thigh when he nodded and kissed my skin once more. As he leaned back again with his elbows boring into the sheets I presumed he wanted for me to begin. Therefore, I removed my right hand from his left shoulder and grasped my fingers around the root of his shaft, shivering as I adjusted the tip from its previous position to my tensing rim.