Our dirty secret ( h.s )

Chapter 4

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"Ok this sounds crazy, but do you want to have sex?" Harry asks quite confidently. "WHAT!" I'm shocked at his 'idea'. "Like I mean do you, I suppose want to be friends with benefits?" Harry asks moving closer. I mean it could work you know!" Harry's pleased persuasively. "I don't know." i reply pretty shocked. "Oh come on it will be fun." He says in a begging way. "So just sex?"

"Yep, just sex. So do you want to?" Harry asks pleadingly.

"You know what! Why the fuck not." I say throwing my hands in the air. "That's the spirt!" Harry throws his up as well. "We are both horny teenagers in need of a good fucking and I think this is a great idea." Harry brings his hands down onto my knees. "But no matter what happens let's still be friends." Harry says his hands still on my knees. "Yes." I say holding my pinky finger up to his. "Pinky promise?" I ask him. "Pinky promise." Harry says as our pinkos interlock. "This can be our dirty secret." harry whisper in my ear with his deep raspy voice.

Harry's hand travels from my knee to further up my thigh. Goose bumps rise on my body. Harry's eyes move from his hand to my face. His eyes flicker from my own to my lips. He leans in, our lips dangerously close. "Just like before." Harry's lips brush mine. Our lips meet as I climb on Harry's lap. Our lips move slow together reminding me of my first kiss with Harry. Harry's hands move up under my sweater. His hand cold and rough, yet smooth and warm. Harry's tongue enters my mouth, both of us fighting for domination, Harry's roaming my own making me feel amazing. My hands roam under Harry's black shirt. With every movement Harry makes his muscles flex in different ways. Harry moves leans back resting his back on the head board. I begin slowly rock my hips back and forth against Harry's crotch, Harry's hands resting on my hips. Deep moans escaped from Harry's lips as I continued rocking and brought my hands up to his hair. Running them through it and pulling on the roots. More moans coming from Harry's mouth.

"Fuck Al." Harry's mumble between our kiss. My hands make their way from Harry's shoulders to the bottom of his shirt. I pull it over his head and run my hands down his bare torso. We break apart and he pulls my sweater over my head. Harry flips us over so I'm now laying flat on my back. Harry's fingers pull down my pyjama shorts. After he's thrown mine on the ground he removes his own jeans. (With a bit more trouble because of how tight they are.) Once he's back on top of me we reconnect our lips and Harry's hands travel up my back to my bra strap, I arch my back for easier access. He fumbles with the clip, I pull away again and look Harry in the eyes and laugh. "Stop laughing and just take it off. And I knew I'd see you in that bra. " Harry says out of breath with a wink. "Shut up." I lean back in and use both hands to undo my bra. I let it fall next to the bed on the ground. "Nice." Harry says slyly smirking.

I reach into Harry's boxers and start to rub his length. "Wait." I say puffed from not getting enough oxygen. "What? What's wrong?" He asks pushing the curls from his face. "Condom." I say pushing my hair back as well. "Shit. I don't have one." Harry says sitting back up "I think I have some in my bathroom." I say getting off of Harry. "God, I hope so." Harry says resting his head on the headboard. I make may way through the bathroom through the paint cans and towels. I open the cupboard door and hurriedly look for the small box. I'm praying I have some, I'm to far in to back out now. I move to the draws under the cupboard. I spot a small metallic blue packet resting against the side of the draw. My lips curl into a smile and the excitement comes rushing back.

I walk back into the room holding the blue packet in the air. The smirk is once again plastered on Harry's face. I climb back on the bed. Harry flips me over so I'm on the bottom once again. He pulls his boxers down and throws them on the floor some where near my bra. E both get under the comfy covers of my bed. He rips open the condom packet while I pull my own underwear down. He slides the condom on and leans down over the top of me, both of our breathing heavy. I the silky feeling of the condom slide across my entry. "You ready?" Harry pants. "Yes." I say pulling his face closer to mine. Harry thrusts into me and we both take a sharp breath of air. I get goose bumps all over. Harry's moans are deep as he thrusts in and out at a steady pace, and the sound is pleasure to my ears. "Your so wet babe." Harry moans and rolls his head back. Harry thrusts in and out faster and faster. I use one of my hands to tug on Harry's hair and the other to run my nails down his back. "Ohh." I moan as Harry starts to pick up the pace. My nails dig into his back hard. "Fuck you feel so good." Harry moans, sweat beads along his forehead. "I'm going to come." He tells me with a shaky voice. I feel a sharp pitch and my back arches off the bed, my legs start twitching. I can feel goose bumps rise on my back. With that I and Harry come together. He falls onto my chest, both of our breathing completely out of control. "Shit that was fun." Harry says out of breath. "Yes it was." I reply. Harry takes the condom off and puts it in the bin next to my bed. Harry climbs under the blankets again, both of us completely naked. "So was it as good as your first kiss with me?" Harry questions and I rest my chin on his chest. "No, nothing was better then that." I laugh. "I'm sure my dick was better then your first sloppy kiss." Harry sits up resting his weight on the pillows behind him. "Maybe." I laugh cheekily. Harry wraps his arms around my hot, sweaty body. We both lay there for what seems like hours. The last memory I have is slowly drifting to off to sleep to the sound of Harry steadying heart beat.

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ooooh their first time. Heheheh. thanks for reading. love you all <3<3

Amelia

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