fight for control ↠ harry styles [b1] ✓

CHAPTER 75

Harry Styles

My breathing was uneven, my lips dried as soon as I licked them and the sweat around my hairline was making me itch. I laid in the middle of my bed in a star shape—my legs and arms out—as I tried to catch my breath and calm down.

It was always a challenge and a half to get down from my high of pleasure that only one person was able to bring to life. It was a bit mind-blowing—both the orgasm and the fact—that Renleigh was pretty much the only person who was able to bring me to tears every time she gave me a blowjob or decided to fuck the life out of me. Every single time, I felt like she got everything out of me—my breath, my soul, my energy.

She genuinely was the best fuck I have ever had and will ever have in my life. And I'm saying that honestly. No one ever managed to make me feel like she does, hell, I didn't even know someone could make me feel like this.

And trust me, I have had my fair share of one-night stands.

Once I was finally back to normal, I got out of bed and decided to join her in the shower. She never stayed to cuddle afterwards which always made my chest pang a little bit because it felt like she couldn't wait to get away from me. When I asked her about it, she just said it had nothing to do with me, it was all in her head. She wouldn't have enjoyed being attached to me all sweaty and she religiously went for a wee after anything sexual and intimate for her own sake.

"Ah, dang it," I chuckled when I caught her wrapped up in a towel, both on her body and on her head. "I thought we'd shower together."

"You took ages," she told me and I pouted as I walked up behind her and pressed my lips on her neck. She sighed when my mouth touched the fresh bruise on her neck, closer to her shoulder but still kind of on her right collarbone. "Stop it."

"M'not doing anything," I mumbled with my hands on her stomach, over the towel that hid her amazing body from me.

"Get in the shower, you stink," she picked my hands off of her and pushed me away, towards the shower, with a playful smile on her face. Her cheeks were rosy and her eyes were huge, a bit tired looking. I leaned in and kissed her on the lips, the feel of them made my insides fly up and down and everywhere, not to mention when she giggled in the gesture. "Go."

"Do I have any more surprises? Is that why you are hurrying me up?" I questioned cheekily. I didn't need anymore surprises. Everything we did and I have gotten today was more than enough. But, I liked nagging her.

"You are insatiable," she shook her head at me as a smile tried to break through on her pretty lips but she fought it. "Go."

She left me alone while I took my shower and it gave me the time to just enjoy the warm water. The bathroom was nothing like mine, but I still really liked it. It was truly like my second home—her place, I mean. When she asked me that, it kind of caught me off guard because I wasn't sure if I should have said what I did. Then I just didn't think it over because I knew she preferred honesty, even if it had the potential to hurt.

However, it kind of made me sad that she didn't even think of her own place as home, nevermind mine. It was so mind boggling to me that she didn't feel home here yet she was attached to the place. Then I had to remember that she barely spent time here and that probably played a huge role in this situation.

When I was out of my shower, my joggers on my waist and my towel on my head as I dried my hair with one hand, I was surprised to find the bedroom empty. I threw the wet material over the bathroom door before I got in bed and grabbed my phone. She most likely just went downstairs or something and I personally didn't have the strength to go down and find her.