HARRY STYLES MATURE ONE SHOTS

Hands On

I inhaled deeply as I roused from my sleep; the bed feeling somewhat empty as I rolled over and took advantage of the space that she usually occupied. My arms instinctively fell over her side of the bed as I craved her small body against my own; just as they would when I’d hold her tightly before we went to sleep. We were young and we were in love.

“Morning sleepy.”
My eyelids fluttered open slowly from my light sleep, squinting as a beam of bright sunlight poured through the gap in the curtains.
“What time is it?” I rasped; stretching my arms above my head and resting my head on my hands.
“9.15” she smiled, lingering in the doorway with two cups of tea in hand, before making her way towards me.
Her hips swayed as she took small steps across the wooden floor boards; my Man U jersey top slinking effortlessly over the top half of her body, coming just below the tops of her thighs, inviting my eyes to wonder up and down legs that seemed to go on forever. Her hair was a mess; dark brown waves big and untamed, falling carelessly over her neck and shoulders. Her rosy cheeks harboured the tiniest dimples as she smiled warmly at me; skin glowing and big eyes glistening. I loved seeing her like this; no make-up, hair undone… undressed. She looked sexy as hell, and I couldn’t help but groan as she stretched ever so slightly and reminded me that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Her lips rounded as she blew the rising waves of steam away from the mugs, before putting them down on the surface of my bedside table.
“Come here” I mumbled, cocking my head as I waited for her to join me.
She smirked as she threw a knee over me to the faraway side of my duvet-covered body, before bringing her other foot from the floor and straddling her body over mine. My hands quickly found her bare skin and she giggled as they began to massage her pert bum cheeks, which fitted perfectly in my palms. Her lips landed gently on my own, and it wasn’t long before we’d fallen into a long, wet, lazy kiss; no rush, just us.

“Get under the duvet with me.” I muttered against her lips, feeling her shift slightly so that I could pull the duvet over her.
Within seconds, her warm body was against mine; the soft material of my jersey sliding over my bare chest as she moved above me. I slid my hands below the hem and up her spine, feeling goosebumps erupt on her skin as she shuddered. One of her hands had latched onto my waist, teasing the hot skin between us, whilst the other had itself wound in my hair; massaging my scalp softly. The large feather duvet hid us from the outside world as we lost ourselves in our own; kissing and touching one another like only we knew how.

Her soft lips sponged a small kiss upon mine before she parted, lifting herself up so that the duvet fell from her back and she was sitting on top of my thighs. She leant over to the bedside drawer, my eyes catching a quick glimpse of her bare bum as my jersey shifted over her skin, before she sat back upright with her lips over the rim of her mug. I watched her lashes flutter as she took a sip of the warm liquid; her tongue running between her lips as she collected some of the excess moisture.
“You’re wet” I mumbled; the heat and wetness from her centre revealing itself upon my thigh.
She shrugged, taking another sip of tea as she looked seemingly unphased by my observation, before placing the mug back on the side.
“You’re hard” she retaliated with a smirk; both sets of eyes dropping down to my obvious hard-on beneath my striped Abercrombie boxers.
My cock twitched beneath the strained elastic as her teeth took her lower lip between them; fingertips crawling up the insides of my thighs. Her hands had me mesmerised as I watched her every move and enjoyed each small touch that she gave me; leaving burning flames on each area of skin that her soft tips graced. My head rushed and heart thudded as even more blood pumped to my aching cock; desperate for some sort of release from the tight confines that were holding it down.

She moaned softly as I lifted my thigh an inch or so, making sure that my warm skin put pressure on her hot centre. It was then that I noticed her grinding her hips slightly; eyes fixed on what was between my thighs. I reached my hand upwards and caught the lower hem of my jersey, before lifting it up a little and revealing her. I pursed my lips tightly as my eyes shifted hungrily between her legs, and I could feel her watching me; watching my eyes mentally doing all the dirty things that I wanted to do to her right now. I grazed my thumb lightly over her swollen clit, feeling it twitch against my skin as I listened to her breath hitch in her throat.

“Do you want to touch yourself right now?” 
I lifted my eyes upwards to her face. Her lids were closed and lips slightly parted, and I smirked to myself as I swept my thumb across her clit once more; this time probing a small moan from her. She hummed in affirmation, opening her eyes as my hand clasped her own and took it from my thigh, guiding it between her legs, giving her permission. Her small, delicate fingers began stroking slowly over her clit, and I could feel my boxers dampening with my own arousal as I watched her fingers play. I began to rub myself over the material of my boxers, squeezing my length mercifully until I couldn’t take it any longer.