My best friend... h.s

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Day Tripper - The Beatles

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My drunk brain took a little while to realise what was happening, but my drunk body responded immediately. My arms wrapped around his neck, one of my hands threaded it's way into his curls, twisting a few strands around my fingers, and tugging gently. His hands moved from my waist to my hips, pressing into the skin and massaging it there. His lips moved strongly against my own, the pressure was the perfect mix of primal and caring. My bottom lip was pulled between his teeth, and he bit down gently onto it, making me gasp. He took this opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, pressing firmly against my own, his dominant side coming out clearly now. The combination of his lips on mine, and his hands making their way from my hips to the base of my back, made me moan into his mouth. I tugged on his curls a little harder, making him let out a throaty groan into my mouth, the vibrations travelling straight from my mouth, down my spine and straight to the base of my stomach.

My mind was still catching up, but my body was responding naturally to Harry's. My hips bucked into his, allowing our entire lengths to be pressed up against each other. The bucking of my hips clearly affected Harry, as I felt him grow harder above me as our hips continued to rub against each other. More moans and noises of pleasure were shared between us, and soon Harry's hand went from my hip, to my breast, giving it a squeeze, before his hand trailed along my torso down to my lower region. I knew I was impossibly wet for him, and he was being tantalisingly slow and teasing.

"God, Harry." I moaned, maybe a little too loudly. One of his hand stayed planted on my hip, gripping tightly. His other hand moved down to my knee, trailing it up my thigh, and under my dress, now playing with the lace of the edge of my panties.

"Shh love, your parents are across the hall. Fuck, you're so sexy. I've barely touched you and you're writhing beneath me." He said, his lips now moving over my cheek, jaw and neck. He playfully bit down on various bits of skin. Finally my still intoxicated mind caught up with his previous statement, just as his hand moved over to my barely clothed area.

"Hmm, Harry, we can't." I said, hardly convincing anyone, as my request for him to stop came out as a moan.

"Hmm, I think we can." He said, pressing his fingers to me harder. I bit back my moan, knowing we couldn't do anything with both of our families under one roof.

"Harry, please. Not tonight. Our parents." I said, biting back a groan of pleasure as he ran his tongue up from the base of my neck, up and over my ear, giving the lobe a gentle tug with his teeth. I successfully remained quiet, but I couldn't stop the shiver from wracking up my spine.

"Your body is contradicting you, baby." He said, still continuing his slow assault with his fingers and mouth.

"Harry, please." I said, more firmly than before. I pulled my face away from his, only to look into his lust filled orbs. He sighed, now fully understanding that I was serious. He huffed, pulling his body from on top of mine and sat up.

"Oh, babe. The things you do to me." He mumbled, smiling lazily at the floor.

"Huh?" I said, not understanding fully what he meant.

"Every timeI'm with you, it always end with me having to sort myself out. I've never really been in this position before, darling." He said, smirking at me.

"Well, clearly I'm not as easy as all of your other ladies, Harry. Treat 'em mean, keep 'em keen." I said, giggling at the end. Harry chuckled softly.

"You would never need to treat me mean to keep me keen, love. I already can't get enough of you." He said, leaning forward and placing a sloppy kiss on my cheek, grinning widely as he pulled away. My expression matched his, and stayed all the way through him excusing himself to go to the bathroom. I took the opportunity to pull off my dress, although as it was rather tight, my arms and head got stuck, and I'm my still drunken state, I couldn't quite free myself. As I stumbled around my room, I heard a deep chuckle behind me, causing me to spin around and trip over my feet. If Harry hadn't have caught my hips to steady me, I would've face planted the floor. This caused him to laugh harder, and for my to huff in frustration.