Oops! ➵ h.s a.u

5. Nothing we can do about it.

[WARNING; sexual chapter]

Songs for this chapter:
- Fetish | Selena Gomez (feat Gucci Mane)
- Touch | Little Mix
- Flawless | Mads Langer
- Hands | The Vamps

Chapter five. 

"Oh, Harry," I moan as he peels his shirt off his body, revealing his defined body and smooth, tattooed skin. I love that look he gets in his eyes when he looks at me. That look, that makes me feel like I'm the only one in the world to him. A look I've never received before in my life.

His green eyes are shining brightly, his lips a deep pink and slightly swollen from the kissing, his hair messy from the many times my hands have gone through his curls. He looks like something out of a dream.

He smirks at me and dips his head down, letting his lips touch the skin on my neck. The feeling is exquisite and I never want to let it go. He drives me crazy, and even though I shouldn't, I just can't get enough of him.

I tug at the roots of his hair, and a muffled moan resonates through the room and Harry lifts his head to look at me. The green of his eyes has turned a shade darker and he looks like a hungry lion, and I'm the gazelle.

"I want you to moan my name, baby," he drawls and shivers are sent down my spine by the rasp in his voice. He moves his slender fingers down and lightly touch the heated skin in between my legs. I gasp at the contact and involuntarily, loudly moan his name. He smirks down at me, pushes two fingers inside me and says: "Again."

I gasp and grip onto his shoulder. He bites his lip and looks at me with a deep lust set in his eyes. He then shakes his head, takes his fingers out. I give him a confused look, but he simply smiles and mouths bedroom. I smile back, get up and take him by the hand and lead him to my bedroom. 

When inside the bedroom, I stand with my front towards the window and realise it's gotten dark outside. I feel Harry come up behind me and feel his hands snake their way around my waist; pulling me closer to his chest. He plants a delicate kiss on my shoulder and I can feel his warm breath run down my neck. 

He takes a step back, puts his large hands on my shoulders and pushes my kimono down. The silky fabric lands with a soft thud on the floor and I hear a soft gasp escape Harry's lips. I smile and turn around and find him watching my every step with hunger and admiration. 

He tugs his jeans off and reveals the large bulge in his black, snug boxers. The look in his eyes is enough to make want to scream, and it only makes it worse when his soft lips trace up my shoulder and down between the crevice between my breasts. It's. the most delicate, yet mindblowing sensation I've ever felt, and it's all because of him. 

"Did you mean it?" He suddenly whispers, his head peeking up and his eyes look straight into mine. He looks vulnerable and exposed, and yet there's still a confidence to him. His lips are red and swollen, his chest rises and falls rapidly, his hair is messy. 

"Mean what?" I say back, and put my hand up to his face and trace his cheekbone with the tip of my finger. My touch makes him shiver and sigh deeply before he opens his eyes and they shine a more vibrant green than they ever have. 

"At the restaurant... when you told me I shouldn't think about that night." The realisation hits me, and I'm about to tell him that I was just trying to do what's right, but didn't actually mean what I say, but he cuts me off with a soft kiss.