"Harry," I shout from his garden, and within a few seconds he appears out of his back door.
"You rang?" He raises a brow before sinking his teeth into a apple, consuming half of the fruit in one bite.
I look up at the greying sky as more ominous clouds roll through. "Yeah it's about to storm and your mom phoned saying you have to bring this plant inside or the rain will kill it." I point to the exquisite flower and lavish pot it sits in. "The pot is too heavy for me to lift, I already tried."
"I'm confused," he holds the apple between his teeth as he bends at the knees, grabbing ahold of the massive plant, and hoisting it in the air with ease. Just watching him carry such a heavy item makes my back hurt. "Isn't rain suppose to help plant life?" I can barely distinguish what he is saying with the apple lodged in his mouth.
"I don't know, do I look like a plant scientist to you?" I sarcastically remark. A loud clap of thunder startles me and I scurry to the door before the rain starts pouring down. Harry bellows in laughter behind me, obviously amused that the thunder had frightened me.
When I jiggle the handle to get into the safety of his house the door doesn't budge. I try again and again with no prevail. The rain starts pelting down on us, instantly soaking my clothes.
"Please tell me you have a spare key somewhere out here."
"I gave it to Niall," He sits the pot down and tosses the apple into the yard. "Looks like we're stuck out here," he shrugs. The way he bites on his lower lip and the indentions of his dimples clearly displays he's trying to hold back a laugh.
"Harry this isn't funny! Because of you I'm wet!" Harry's eyes widen and his brows raise, and I instantly cringe when the words escape my mouth. "Not that kind of wet, you pervert." A annoyed smile sets on my face and I narrow my eyes at him. I mindlessly let my eyes travel down his body that is glistening with water. His long curls flatten and now dripping with water. Drops of rain runs down his face, wetting his plump, cherry red lips. He carelessly runs his tongue over his full lips, lapping up the water that resides there. I get an ache between my legs when I think of what Harry can do with that pretty, dirty little Cheshire mouth of his.
"It's not nice to stare, baby." He pulls me to him. His white t-shirt clings to his torso, displaying the black ink on his skin perfectly. He lowers his lips to mine but doesn't fully connect them. He hovers over my lips, lightly brushing his over mine, taunting me and heightening my want, my need, for him.
I quickly grow tired of his games and smash my lips on his. Our mouths work together in a hungry fashion, his tongue swiping across my bottom lip before entering my mouth. My hands instinctively intertwine in his curls and I give a gentle tug, earning a deep, quiet moan from him.
He breaks the kiss but only to move along my jawline and down my neck. His hot tongue runs across my skin, warming where the rain had cooled. His hands slide under my dripping shirt and his thumbs rub small circles against my hips.
The warmth of Harry and the coolness of the rain awakens my body and heightens my senses. It's like fire and ice has come together and sent electric currents throughout my entirety. His lips fine my again, molding perfectly against my own.
I untangle my hands from his curls, and slowly drag them down the expanse of his shoulders. Something about being outside, kissing in the rain, brings out the animal within me and I find myself wanting to feel every inch of him. My hands glide against the broad, toned muscles of his chest where I can feel the heavy beating of his heart under my gentle touch. When I continue my exploration of him, I can feel the slight ripples under his shirt from his fit abdominal muscles and the hard crease of his 'v' line. My hand stops when I get to the elastic band on his athletic shorts before I slowly slip my hand under to palm him.
"Fuck, baby," he stops kissing me to rest his forehead on mine. His chest heaves up and down and his lips are even fuller and redder than before from being attached to mine. His his finger dig into my hips when I massage him lightly, making his bulge grow. He grabs my hand stopping my movements before grinding his harden cock against it. "Is that what you want, baby?" His voice his deeper than usual, almost as if gravel is caught in his throat. His green eyes are dark and dilated from his lust for me.
"Always." I retract my hand from inside his shorts. He nods his head while pulling his ruined shirt off, disheveling his curls. The ran still pours down around us and thunder booms in the background, but I'm too high off Harry to care.
He slowly bends to his knees, pulling my shorts down with him. "Tell me what you want," his warm breath fans over the thin fabric of my lace panties making my breathing unsteady. A involuntary whimper escapes my lips when he runs his long middle finger up the length of my slit before adding pressure to my bundle of nerves. "Tell me, baby," he encourages, grabbing either side of my panties and pulling them down and off me.
"I want you, Harry," I pant and moan when he slips three of his elegantly long fingers inside of me completely filling me, and feverishly flicking and zig-zagging his tongue against my clit. Pleasure overwhelms my being and I latch on to Harry's unruly hair to steady myself.
"Do you want me like this?" He looks up at me but continues to breath against my sensitive center. "Or do you want me inside of you?" He kisses my thighs and stomach, "So beautiful," he purrs, making me feel wanted despite my physical imperfections. I never understood why a guy like Harry, who could have any girl he wanted, chose me? That was until I fully understood Harry and understood that Harry doesn't love with his eyes, but with his soul.
I gently lift his face, leaning over and planting a kiss on his lips. I link my hand in his and lead him to a lounge chair by the pool. I remove my top before laying down and watch as Harry undresses himself, wincing when the cold breeze blows against his erection.
He slides on top of me, parting my thighs with his knee. "You realize we're going to get sick for fucking in the rain, right?" He laughs, peering down from on top of me. He leans on one hand while pushing his dripping hair back with the other.
"Well, make it worth our while, Styles. Fuck me good." I raise my hips to meet his, brushing against the silky skin of his cock. He breaths deep and bites down on his lower lip.
"I always fuck you good," he narrows his eyes and thrusts into me. I grip on to his flexed biceps as his withdrawals from me and thrusts forward again. "You're so warm and tight." He says through a clenched jaw.
I wrap my legs around his waist, lifting my lips to allow him to go impossibly deep. His lips are soft and gentle against my own, contradicting his hard thrust. His thrusts are fast and deep and the sound of his balls slapping my ass resonates around us.
Moan after moan parts my from lips only to have Harry swallow them. When he leans his weight in his left arm and slips his right hand between us to massage my clit, I am completely done for. My eyes roll back and I claw at Harry's back as my orgasm pulls me under.
"That's my girl," Harry encourages me, grunting and panting. His chest is flush and the muscles in his abdomen become impossibly tight, symbolizing his is nearing his release. "Are you good?" He asks, brows furrowed trying to hold off his orgasm for as long as possible.
"God! Yes, Harry!" I nearly scream when he slowly drags himself from me, rubbing the head of his penis against my bundle of nerves, and pounding back into me. "Let go, Harry," I coax him. His thrusts get sloppy as he spills into me before falling on my chest.
We last there momentarily in a blissful, serene silence. The only noise engulfing us is the sound of the rain hitting the pool water.
Unexpectedly Harry jumps up and runs naked across his garden. "Where are you going?" I chuckle lightly as I watch his perfect, little, bubble bum run playfully in the rain.
"To get the spare key!" He shouts back to me before bending over and retrieving the silver key that was hidden under the 'Welcome' mat. "I just wanted to see your breast through your wet tshirt, you were the one who wanted to fuck." He winks with a innocent smile.
"Harry!" I shout. He giggles and runs inside when I sprint after him; leaving the rain to wash away our sinful acts.
