The Adventures of Harry and Me (H.S.)

I Like it When Yer Bossy

Walking in through the garage door, I reach down, plucking my heel off my right foot, then my left, my Jimmy Choos falling to the floor with a clatter.

"Darling." Harry growls in my ear as he starts kissing down my neck.

"No. Don't want that." I say, pulling away from my boyfriend as I make my way towards the kitchen. We spent the night at an industry party, and to say I am ready to have Harry deep inside me is an understatement.

"Come on love..." Harry whines as he follows me into the kitchen, pressing his front against my back, and I can already feel that he is ready for me too.

"First." I reach up into the cupboard, pulling down a shot glass. "We play. Naked. Table. Now."

"Ooo ooo ooo. Someone is a little bossy tonight." Harry tuts his finger against my nose.

"I mean it." I am strong in my words and Harry can see I'm unamused by his nose tapping. "Table. Naked. Now." I stomp my foot against the floor, giving it that extra little bit of sass.

"Alright. Alright. I'm goin'." I reach into another cupboard, pulling out a bottle of Casamigos tequila, my favorite, and I allow my eyes to drink in the masterpiece in front of me. Harry peels the unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders and the muscles in his back ripple, causing my stomach to tighten with desire. He looks over his shoulder as he slides his zipper down, allowing his trousers to drop to the floor.

"And your pants...." I bite my lip as He tucks his fingers into the waistband of his briefs, skimming the fabric across his skin, revealing his tight bottom. I want to reach out and touch it but decide to hold back. For the time being.

"Yeh want me on the table?" Harry's voice is unsure when he asks the question, probably confused as to why this is happening, as it's rare for me to take charge in this sort of thing.

"Yep!" I say, letting my P pop at the end of the word. I'm not annoyed, but I want him to know this is serious business.

Harry climbs on the table, resting his body back on his elbows. I tap my fingers against his thighs, signaling him to spread them slightly so I can sit in between.

"Now, here is the game." I pour the shot glass full of tequila and place the bottle next to us. "You have to keep this from spilling." I hold the glass on the middle of his butterfly. The liquid in the glass ripples as Harry tries his hardest to hold still. "If it spills, you lose. Got it?" The smirk on my face makes my boyfriend roll his eyes, and we both know this game will be over quick.

I remove my hand, and watch as the glass stays firm against his inked tummy. Moving my eyes from his butterfly, I follow his happy trail to the promised land, where his dick is already hard and pink. I stick my tongue out, preparing to taste Harry and all his glory when I'm interrupted by a grunt.

"Don't..... please...." His voice is strained as he attempts to hold as still as he possibly can.

"You don't make the rules tonight, love. I do." I allow my tongue to touch home base, and slowly swipe a wet stripe along the vein on his dick.

His stomach tightens and a groan is released as he attempts to balance the shot glass that is wobbling against his stomach. I blow cool air along his dick, making it twitch from the cold sensation.

"Mmm." The groans and whimpers coming through Harry's clenched teeth make me smile as the shot glass teeters back and forth slightly. His abs are tight and firm as he attempts to hold as still as possible.

"Feel good?" I tease, licking my tongue along him again, teasing the tip before taking him deep into my mouth, tasting his precum on my tongue.

"Shit..." Harry feels the pressure, allowing his muscles to relax slightly and the shot glass to spill against his stomach, rolling off and hitting the table before he can catch it. Pulling off with a pop, I move my mouth to his stomach, sucking off the clear liquid that leaves a slight burn in my throat.

"I win!" I smile before taking his mouth in mine, our tongues dancing the tango while our bodies grind to the beat we have created. Harry reaches for the zipper of my skirt, ready for me to lose some clothing. My hand stalls his and I sit up, resting my opposite hand on his butterfly.

"What did I say? Who is in charge tonight?" I tap my finger against the tattooed bug.

"Darling...." Harry's voice is soft as he whines my nickname into our kitchen.

"That's right. I'm in charge." I touch his nose just like he had earlier in the night. "Look. Don't touch." I say. Zipping the fabric down enough, I stand, sliding it off my legs. Straddling his body again, I can feel his hard dick against my damp knickers and I grind slightly, wanting, needing that friction against my clit.

Taking the hem of my shirt in my hands, I lift it over my head, exposing my solid nipples that are pushing through the fabric of my sheer lace bra. I unclasp my bra with one hand, and allow the fabric to fall onto his abs. I twist my left nipple between my thumb and finger, rolling it back and forth. I bite my lip as I allow my opposite hand to dance down my stomach and into my lace knickers, teasing my clit.

"Oooo.... mmm... uh huh..." I close my eyes as I moan softly, exciting my clit, making the warmth grow through my body as I draw a figure eight along the swollen nub. I feel my boyfriend's fingers against my other nipple. "Watch. No touching." Keeping my eyes shut, I smack his hand away and shake my head no. Harry contracts his hand, and his eyes move south.

"Damn..." Harry hums. "So sexy." His words hit me, and I speed up my movements, rocking against my fingers, chasing the high I can feel is not far away. "Take what yeh need, darling. Come for me." Harry's deep voice washes over my body as my orgasm crashes into my soul like a wave on the beach. The warmth and tingles take over and I whimper. My insides pulse as my fingers start to slow.

Lifting my fingers from my sex, I take them into my mouth, sucking them clean from my juices.

"Shit..." Harry whispers; his cock jerks under me. Letting me know it's ready.

"Take me, Harry." I moan, ready to have him deep inside me.

"I like it when yer bossy." He captures my mouth in his, bringing my body close to his as his tongue explores my mouth like it is the first time. He turns me over, so my back is against the table. The seal of our kiss breaks as I feel him move from the table, and he slides me to the edge. Reaching for his trousers, he removes a condom from his wallet, sliding it expertly and efficiently on his swollen member. 

He peppers kisses up my thigh, biting onto my knickers, and slowly drags them down my legs with his teeth, leaving a wet trail down my leg from his mouth. Pulling me towards him, I rest my body on my elbows.

"Yer so wet, darling. Ready for me?" Harry asks, teasing the tip of his cock against my soaking wet center.

"Mmhmm. Take me, Harry. Make me come on your cock." I moan as he slides his dick inside of me. The movement of his cock causes my walls to tighten, and it feels amazing. As he thrusts in and out of my sex, I can feel the ridge of his dick against my opening.

"Feel... so... good." He can hardly form a sentence as he thrusts against me. I move my hand towards my clit and begin to play, moving my fingers to the same rhythm, creating a beautiful symphony of feelings. The tingling bud in my tummy begins to grow as I sweep my finger across my swollen bud over and over.

"Faster, Harry." I get out and Harry picks up the speed, moving his hips faster, bringing him closer to the edge.

"Gonna come, love." He bites his lip as he nears the brink of explosion.

"Come, baby. Let it go." I encourage, moving my fingers faster against my clit. Bringing us both over the cliff of pure ecstasy. Harry's body collapses against mine on the table. "That... was.....  fun." My breathing is labored; reaching up I move the curls that have fallen into his face.

"Yes it was." Harry chuckles softly as he helps clean up the mess. "Darling, you can be bossy anytime." I jump, wrapping my legs around his waist so we can head upstairs for more.