espionage [h.s.]

TWENTY SIX

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ROCHELLE

The kiss is slow, at first. His soft lips press against my own, contrasting with the coarse facial hair that rubs onto my skin when he leans even closer. The air from his nose washes over my face as he breathes deeply, his hand pressing against the small of my back, using his grip there to push me further up against him. My hands lay flat on his chest, his body warmth radiating onto my skin while he gently bites down on my bottom lip, eliciting a soft moan from me in response, a sound he clearly enjoys as his tongue delves into my mouth soon after.

I sigh into the kiss, not realising just how much I missed the feeling of his lips on mine until I felt it again. Harry must be experiencing the same amount of enjoyment, because he groans softly when I deepen the kiss even more, and I swear I can feel his heart pounding just as wildly as my own underneath my palms. My heart skips a beat when his hands slide further down my back and grab my ass, big hands gripping and squeezing the firm flesh. The kiss soon grows hot and desperate, a familiar ache settling between my legs just at the feeling of his body moving against mine, every movement feeding into my ravenous desires.

My fingers glide across the undone buttons at the top of his shirt, feeling his hot skin beneath my fingertips, contrasting with the gold chain hanging from his neck. "I think...." I breathe out amidst the kiss, my fingers toying with the necklace as I speak, "that I should thank you for the amazing dinner you made me."

He lowly hums against my lips, a loud, excited breath airing between us. "Mmm. What did you have in mind?"

I don't reply, my lips twitching into a smirk before I suddenly lower myself to the floor until I'm on my knees, my eyes flickering up to catch the completely surprised expression on Harry's face. Without a word, I slowly undo the button of his jeans, and after receiving a nod of permission, I tug them down his legs, leaning forwards to place kisses up his firm thighs, immediately feeling his breath grow heavier in response.

"Rochelle...." he rasps deeply, bringing his bottom lip between his teeth as he gazes down at where I'm on my knees for him. Reaching down, his hand cups the side of my face, slowly sliding his thumb along my jaw. I clearly shock him when I wrap my full lips around his thumb, blinking up at him through my dark eyelashes as I teasingly suck against his skin, another moan falling from him. "Fucking hell, baby."

Slipping my hands beneath the band of his boxers, I easily pull them down, freeing his hardened length from the restrictions of the fabric. Harry eventually pulls his hand away from my cheek, instead gripping onto the edge of the counter as I continue to trail my lips up his thighs. I feel his body jerk when I suddenly run my tongue flat along his warm length, teasing him with kisses from the shaft up to the base, a deep moan escaping him when I suddenly wrap my lips around him, taking him into my mouth.