Hands
(Your POV):
He slams me against the wall, our mouths pressed tightly against each other as our tongues fight for dominance of the kiss. I feel his hands roam my body before ripping my black dress to shreds, the pieces scattered around our feet. My legs wrap around his waist when he starts carrying me upstairs to his room. By the time I'm on his bed he only has boxers on, but not for long. I pull them off of him quickly, pulling him down on top of me. Our lips meet again as he thrusts in me all at once, not giving me time to adjust to his size. A loud moan makes it's way up my throat and out of my mouth, into his. This gives him the opportunity to use his tongue again, me letting him explore my mouth. I dig my nails into his skin, trailing them down his back. "Harry!" I scream his name out, pulling at the sheets below us. A smirk is on his face as he takes my breasts in his hands, kneading them. I feel his lips on my neck, his teeth grazing the skin lightly. "Scream my name baby." He whispers in my ear, nibbling it softly. "Scream my fucking name, let everyone know who's making you feel this good." I look up into his green eyes, my chest rising and falling quickly. When he quickens his thrust I scream his name again, my hands fumbling around above my head. When I feel the headboard I grip it in my hands, moaning loudly. My back arches high off of the bed when he starts rubbing my clit. He never stops thrusting the entire time, quickening every time I moan. "Harry!" I scream louder, feeling his tongue circling my left nipple. I feel myself tighten around him as I cum, panting hard. Soon after I feel him cum in me, his head resting on my chest as he continues moving his hips slowly, riding out his orgasm. When he looks up our lips connect again, our tongues continuing to fight for dominance. "Round two?"
