Vans (Sequel to Converse) |h.s|

Chapter 31

 When we got back into the house, Harry couldn't keep his hands off of me.

  "Babe." kiss. "We." kiss. "Should." kiss. "Take this." kiss. "To the." kiss. "Bedroom." I said between kisses.

     "Why, why, why, would I want to do that?" he asked pushing me down onto the dining room table.

  "D-do y-you mean th-that we are g-going t-to d-do it he-ere?" I asked nervously.

  "Is that what pleases your kink?" he asked in a dark voice.

       "It's wh-whatever y-you wa-want." I said having my voice crack a few times.

    "You're so cute when you're nervous. I like making you nervous." he said chuckling.

      "Yeah, ha ha ha." I said fake laughing.

  "Three words; sexy and nervous." he said pulling my shirt over my head.

    "I-I don't know wha-what I am supposed to say about this." I said with my handds shaking nervously.

   "Then don't say anything." he said going down and pulling off my pants.

   "I may or may not have been waiting to do this for the longest time." he said gently pulling down my panties.

   "Uh-uh-uh oh my god, oh my god." I moaned. I crossed my legs slightly.

   "Shh, sit back, relax, and enjoy." he said pushing me backwards.

       I felt a tingling sensation spread ten million miles through my body, I felt a unique rush coarsing through my veins. I felt a pinging in my stomach. I felt the pleasure running in and out of me, and I could not hold in my screams much longer. I reached down and felt his mop of curls fall into my hand. I tugged and pulled on them and let out a large moan f pleasure as I released myself onto his tongue, and partly on the table.

      "How was it, babe?" Harry asked me as he stood up and unbouttoned his pants.

         I layed there on the table looking up at the dining room ceiling. "Absolutely fucking perfect." I said quietly.

       "I"m glad to hear that. Now, how about you get off that bra and make way for me to lay down on the table?" he asked in a very low voice.

    I stood up and unhooked my bra as Harry layed down on the wooden table. I waited for him to get as comfortable as possible on the hard table, then I got on. I flung one leg onto the one side of him, and my other leg nto the other side of him. He looked up at me and gave me a reassuring knod. He handed me the condom, and I unwwrapped it. I slipped it onto his long length and smirked at him.

 I always feel so awkward when I am naked on top of Harry. I feel like my breasts jiggle way too much, which I know is not a problem with my boob empowering boyfriend.

 Anyways, I was there on top of him, and I lifted myself off of his legs, so I could lift myself onto a more sensitive part of his body. I got on and he grabbed my hips, and started moving me back and forth, rapidly getting faster and faster. He went until I couldn't go any longer. I felt myself starting to clench, and he looked at me and smiled deviously. I finally unclenched and released... all over his wood table.

   I slid off the table, feeling some of my liquids getting onto the my hand. I rubbed it off onto the bottom of the table and forgot all about it. I stood up and looked at him, and I could feel my face getting hot. "I'm so sorry." I said running off to the bathroom.

 I made my way to the bathroom and closed the door. I got into the bath tub and sat there with my head in my hands. I herd a knock at the door.

    "Athena, babe. What's wrong?" he asked coming in.

       "I got my... liquids all over your nice wooden table. I'm sorry." I said feeling tears form in my eyes.

  "Baby, it's okay. It was just something different for you. I thought it would be cool to broaden our sex worldd a little. It's fiine, it's my fault. I'll have the ccleeaning service wash the entire top of the table carefully before my family comes over for dinner." he said smiling.

  "Oh my god, what if your mom uses her mom senses and figures out? I am so screwed. She's is going to want to kill me!" I said starting too cry.

  "Babe, her mother senses have died down. Plus, I'm twenty, if she figures out she can't do anything about it. My house, my rules. Now, stop over reacting, doll" he said pulling me out of the tub.

  "Yeah, I guess you are right. Maybe, just maybe, I should quit over reacting."