Kiwi |H.S.|

seventeen

    The Lord granted me serenity.

    I'd moved around a lot, and was forced to stay in lots of different places, but right then and there in his arms, I felt the most comfort I'd had in years.

I tossed my sweatshirt to the ground and gripped the material of his t-shirt. His lips parted almost immediately even before I pressed my lips to his, making me want him ten times harder. I pushed my body against him, pressing my lips to his - hard. His hands moved to grip the side of my face as his tongue moved expertly with mine, driving me crazy.

I pulled some of the strands of his hair and he only kissed me harder, gripping my waist to the point where it nearly hurt. But it was nothing compared to the ache in my pants.

When he began kissing my neck hungrily I let out a weak moan, holding onto this shoulder as though they'd support me.

And then he pulled away.

    "What are we doing?" He asked huskily but it sounded more like a demand. That same question had been floating around my head for the past two weeks but I'd refused to answer it.

    I looked at him seriously, "This was bound to happen at some point."

He claimed my lips again, this time more desperately. I felt a new hunger in him, something different than the other few times we'd kissed. He wanted me and it seemed as though he finally was gonna get me. And I was too caught up in wanting him back that I didn't care to think about the after math.

He pulled away and began tapping at his phone again, undoubtedly calling another uber. I had my arms wrapped around his hard torso as I looked up at him, now completely sober.

The uber pulled up to the sidewalk and we quickly got in. In less than five minutes we'd arrived outside of Harry's dorm. He got out and motioned for me to follow.

By the time we made it to his dorm room I was aching to have him. He led me in and closed the door behind him, pressing me hard against the wall before getting straight to business. I could taste the distinct smell of marijuana on his breath as he moved in near me, his mouth littering warm kisses down my neck. It felt like a fire burning down my collarbone as his warm lips pressed rough to my skin.

    I rocked my aching hips against him as he picked me up, tossing me onto the bed. I heard a deep groan from somewhere buried in his chest as he gripped my thighs tightly. I tugged at his shirt and he was more than eager to comply. He slid it off with ease and then stopped to gaze down at me, his chest panting as he rubbed the exposed skin on my torso from where my shirt had ridden up. It was a truly erotic sight looking at Harry as he panted, his green eyes dilated and staring down intently at me.

    "You're beautiful." He said in his deep, rough voice. I wasn't sure if he was just trying to make me compliant since we were laying in his bed together or if he truly meant it.

I slid my hands over his big ones, and looked into his eyes in absoluteness, "So are you."

Then he moved slower, placing a soft kiss on my lips before laying gentle kisses on my warm skin. He kissed against my collarbone again, making me squirm. I noticed he'd been paying extra attention to my neck. I shifted so that my body was flush against him.

    I grabbed my thin tank top and began pulling it over my head. Harry gripped my wrist last second, his eyes hesitant.

     "I don't know if we should do this," his voice came out rough, so he cleared his throat, "You're high."

    I scrunched my nose, "No I'm not." I replied shaking my head. And it was true, I wasn't.

    When he went silent I continued to slip off my shirt, my eyes never leaving his. I couldn't seem to keep my eyes off of him - it was like he had me under a spell. I tossed my camisole to the floor and watched as he breathed out a heavy breath before his hands moved to unclip my bra. When my bra was off and my chest was free, I was feeling slightly self conscience.