Sunnyvale H.S

24*

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By the time I got home it was dark out, and the lights of the house were dimly lit.
My mum's bedroom light was on, which was rare since she was usually downstairs.

"She's upstairs. She can't see me from here," I smiled and Harry's hand slid over my thigh.

"Bingo."

I rolled my eyes, shushing him as I watched her bedroom window. There was no signs of movement.

It was cold out, but it didn't stop harry from wearing light grey shorts, which showed clearly what I'd have to deal with sometime.

"You better get going, shell get mad if I keep you any longer," he whispered from his seat.

He turns the key into ignition, and I turn the key back and reach for his face. I pull him into a soft kiss, and feel him smile against my lips.
His hand moves around me, to unbuckle the seatbelt around my waist.

His soft, pink lips reattach to mine, making my stomach go wild with butterflies. I close my eyes, our lips moving in sync.
His hand travels under the Black tshirt draped over my body, and he lightly pinches my waist.

My hand slides against the soft skin of his cheekbones, as his tongue slides across my bottom lip, making my stomach flutter even more.

"Harry, please."

His kisses travel down to my jaw, as I'm pulled closer. His hand lands on my thigh as he kisses along my neck. My fingers dig into his own leg, as his hand rides higher up my thigh.

I grip my hand around his shorts and tug lightly, the waistband of his underwear becoming exposed.

"Christ Grace."

His eyes watch as I tug down his shorts slowly, his abs tightening as his length is pulled  out of his shorts.

"Shit," he curses against my neck.

I look down at him, it was more lengthy than I had expected.
"Harry I don't know if you want this," I started, trying to explain how he might regret letting me touch him like this. Once this had happened, there was no going back.
This was much more intimate than I had expected, and it scared me to have to deal with such a big thing. Quite literally.

He shushes me and gently guides my wrist down to him. His face is buried in my neck, as I wrap my fingers around him, gripping him softly.
He groans deeply into my neck, as I move my hand at a steady rhythm. I had no clue if I was doing anything right. He seemed to be enjoying it.

"Baby, please," he whispered into my neck as he lifted his head. His lips met mine once again as I pumped him slowly in my hand. He let out sharp breaths and groans into my mouth, his lips still against mine.

He pulls away, and falls into his seat, his head pushed back, and his mouth open. Seeing him like this made me feel a certain way too, and I couldn't help but stare down at what I was doing to him.

He groaned, his eyes screwed tight as I twisted my wrist, my eyes never leaving the sight in between his legs.
Why was it so hot seeing him like this? He was supposed to be all flustered right now, not me.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, the sound making Harry's eyes shoot open.
"Answer it grace," he breathed and I shook my head, my hand still wrapped around him.

"Not right now."

"It could be Avery."

I quickly pulled my phone out of my pocket and saw it was in fact Avery calling.
I pressed answer and put her on speaker.

"Hello?"

"Grace Lancaster. Where are you?" Her strict tone made me roll my eyes.

"I'm on my way home mother. I'll be about 5 mins."