"Babe? Babe." I hear Harry yell through from the living room.
"Yeah?" I shout back, coming to stand in the bedroom doorway to get a better hear.
"Would you bring me one of my hair scarfs out my drawer? My hair is in my eyes I don't want to miss any of the game by going to fetch one." I hear him mumble some words to the TV as I disappear back into the bedroom to retrieve his request.
I pull open his top dresser drawer to display his assorted selection of scarves that he manages to turn into a headband thing of some sort. He manages to do it pretty damn sexily at that, might I add.
I run the tips of my fingers over the cool, soft, cotton fabric- debating which scarf to select- when a idea occurs to me. I randomly select a scarf, it's not like he will be wearing it for too long anyhow, and it ended up being his olive green one- Harry's favorite.
I quietly slip through the house, lightly padding my feet across the floors in attempt to be stealthy. If my plan was going to work I had to take him by surprise.
"Babe?" Harry leans back in the recliner as soon as I silently sneak into the living room and every muscle in body stiffens causing me to freeze in mid stride.
Fuck, I'm caught.
"Are you still in the bedroom? Are you okay?" He enquires, eyes still plastered to the big screen TV.
My body visible relaxes from the realization that he hadn't heard me and was still clueless to my close proximity. I complete my mission by taking a few more thought out steps, careful not to make a sound, coming up to stand behind him. I stand close but not so close that he can sense my presence behind him.
I sink my teeth into my lips to stifle a laugh and with great ease I slip the scarf over his eyes, blindfolding him. Success.
I lower myself so my lips move against the shell of his ear as I quietly whisper to him.
"I heard you, baby." I say, making my voice sound as seductive as possible.
Harry brings his hands behind his head to grasp ahold of mine just as I finish tying the ends of the scarf together in a knot so it doesn't slip off his face.
"Oh no am I being abducted out of my own home?" Harry plays along with a cheeky smile on his face. "Please don't hurt me," he fake begs, "I promise I will be a good boy, unless..." He trails off, lightly sliding the tips off his fingers up my arms and back down my sides. Small goose bumps rise on every inch of my skin that Harry gently caresses.
"Unless," he begins again and before my brain can process what is happening, Harry hooks his arm around my side and pulls me around the chair onto his lap so I'm straddling him.
An excited squeal escapes me from his strong and abrupt motions. How the hell did he even manage to move me like that?
"Now where was I? Oh yes.." His tongue darts out to wet his plump, welcoming lips just before one side of his alluring mouth turns up in a devious, dimpled grin. "I'll be a good boy, unless you want me to be a naughty man."
Harry can't see the way his works make my chest physically heave up and down with anticipation, but I know he can sense it from the way his large hands grasp my body on my lower hips. His hands are large and cover a mass area when they're on me. His thumbs rub circles on my hips while the tips off his digits grab ahold of my ass causing me to yelp and grind down onto his crotch.
"Mmm," he hums deeply, the pressure of me on his crotch arousing him.
Not being able to stare at his lips any longer, aching for them to be on my own, I lean into him capturing his lips with mine. His bottom lip fits perfectly between mine. So soft and plump. I swipe my tongue against his to cure my constant graving to taste him.
I pull back but only enough to run my mouth down his jawline. Fuck his jawline for always having to be so goddamn chiseled and a constant panty wetter.
My hips slowly brush against him getting him rock hard for me.
His hands slip under my thin shirt and crawl up my side to cup my bra-free chest. He massages my chest while rolling his thumbs over my nipples. My mouth falls open against his bare, broad shoulder from his touch and I sink my teeth there.
"Can I take this blindfold off now? I want to see you." His voice his so deep and breathy it's almost impossible to distinguish what he said.
"No." I pull his hand from from my shirt and stand off him. I almost giggle from the very prominent bulge I have caused in his sweatpants. "Not until I say so." I instruct while leading him towards the bedroom, careful not to let his lanky frame hit anything on the way. "Okay we're in the bedroom now."
Without hesitation, Harry spins me around and reconnects our lips. He pushes my shirt up and I quickly break the kiss to pull it the rest off the way off me and let it drop to the carpet.
Harry dips his head down and blindly lets his mouth roam my body. His tongue is warm against my skin and his lips are the perfect combination of rough and smooth. His hand leaves my hip to slide effortlessly beneath the waistband of my shorts.
"You're not wearing underwear." He growls getting further aroused, his breath fanning against my harden bud.
I sink my teeth into my lip and whimper slightly.
His middle finger runs up my length before slipping inside of me while his thumb plays with my clit. I try to keep up with kissing him, my tongue sloppily meeting his, but when he adds a another finger inside of me my head lolls to the side to rest on his chest. When Harry retracts his fingers from inside be I can barely stand without balancing myself on his toned bicep. Pleasure echoes throughout my nervous system.
"Take your pants off and lay on the bed." I peck Harry's lips and step back to allow him to undress himself and get situated on the mattress.
"Now I want you to touch yourself, Harry."
"Huh?" He turns his head to me even though he still can't see me.
"You heard me, baby. I want you to touch yourself like you do when nobody is looking. Like you do when I can't touch you. Then when your about to come all over that butterfly tattoo of yours I want you to remove the blindfold, but not a second before do you understand?"
He nods.
Harry licks his hand and brings it to his cock and massages it around his pink head. Instantly a deep moan rumbles out of him from finally being touched. He runs his hand up and down his shaft three times slowly before running over his slit to collect the pre-come to help him rub his silky shaft harder and faster.
Every muscles in Harry's body is straining against his skin while he pleasures himself. His jaw is clenched in concentration as he stares down at his penis though he is still blinded.
Deep grunts fill the room when he rolls his hips in his hand. I have to squeeze my legs together to release some the ache that can only be completely released my Harry.
His teeth sink into his full, red lip and his read falls back onto the headboard, soft inaudible words drip from his beautiful lips. With every movement of his hand the various muscles in his arm flex and relax.
"Baby, I have to take this off now." Harry breaths heavily, finally yanking his blindfold off. His dark and dilated eyes instantly fine mine before they instinctively roll back into his head while his orgasm washes over him.
"Baby," Harry calls out to me deeply while he continues to pump his himself until his body has given him all it has.
His hand falls beside him limply and he displays a very dimpled and satisfied grin on his face.
"Did that feel good?" I ask sarcastically and crawl up the bed side him.
"Very." His looks at me with bright green eyes. He leans up puckering his lips on my own and falls back down against the pillows. "My butterfly got dirty." He pouts playfully, "cheeky butterfly." Harry shakes his head. "Can you clean him?" He puckers out his bottom lip.
I mewl over licking Harry and that damn butterfly clean, but I settle with whipping the evidence away with our makeshift blindfold.
