Bad boy love

part25

I woke up to my surprise without Harry on my side or in the room. I was confused where is Harry and why isn't he here with me? I hear him enter his room and I throw the covers over my body as well as my head. I peek at him and see him standing close to the bed with a towel around his hips. Showing a bit of his v line and a towel around his neck. His hair was dripping with water and his head was looking at the ground. A smile grew on his lips as his head looked up at me. "What? Riley," he said. "Nothing don't look at me that way," I said covering myself with his covers.

"Come on," he said pulling the blanket down to uncover me. "Harry," I said trying to push myself back to the bed board. "Come to me babe," Harry said climbing onto the bed. My back made it to the head board and there was no where to run to. He crawled to me slowly as I looked for options to go. I stood up on his bed and jumped to the right of the bed. I landed on the carpet floor and Harry looked at me surprised. A smirk was plastered on his face and said, "Oh so you wanna play like that. I'm going to get ya."

He got off his bed and ran to me, I ran to the other side of the bed. I was cornered, no where to run to, or even no where to hide. Harry sat down on his bed and pulled me by the waist to him. I was shocked that after all that running his towel still was on his hips. "I love you," he said looking up at me. "I love you more," I said wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands went to my back and under my shirt. He pushed me to him and our lips met each other. He rubbed his hands up and down my back. As we kissed he lifted my shirt and left it on my neck.

He cupped my boobs in his hands and squeezed them. I moaned in his mouth as he unlocked my bra. My hands pulled at his wet hair and I buried my fingers in his locks. He let go of our kiss to lift the shirt and take my bra off. He looked at me and bite his lip. I looked at him with lust in my eyes, there in front of me was my Harry and I loved every bit of his half naked body. He stood up and wiggled out of his towel that covered his balls. I looked down at him and just bite my bottom lip even my cheeks inside.

He pulled my undies down my thighs and onto the floor. He pulled me to him tightly and threw me onto his bed. He climbed onto me and started kissing my neck. My heart began to beat rapidly increasing by his temptation. His hands cupped my boobs well he kissed my neck and pulled on my nipples. He picked me up from my back and placed me on his length. My back arched as he entered me slowly. He moved his hips in circles to tease me and I loved it. It didn't feel like fucking but more like we were making love.

That's when he increased the pace and thrust into me harder. I let out moans a couple of times and placed my hand onto his shoulder. I helped him rock into me more and more entering me deeper and deeper. He thrust into me harder banging into me. "I want you to moan my name babe. Tell me you need me and love me," Harry told me holding me from my arched back. "Ugh! Harry don't stop. I love you. I freakin need you. Please, " I moaned and he banged into me more.

My hands supported my weight on him by holding onto his shoulders. My nails clawed themselves into his shoulders and he moaned, making him arch his back. Entering into me deeper and I moaned as well because he made it to where I stop. He took his dick out of me slowly and I fell to my back on the bed. He got off of the bed and walked to his drawers. He took out some boxers and two pairs of sweats. "Here Riley put these on," he said holding out to me some black sweats. I sat up and got the sweats from his hands.

I stepped off of the bed,  put my panties on, along with my bra, put the shirt I had on early over my chest, and put on the sweats. Harry put on some grey boxers and sweats that hanged below his v line. Barely even covering much and showing some private hair. His tattoos always caught my attention and I loved staring at them wondering why he got them? Some make sense but than some don't at all. I put my hair into a messy bun and than realized I still had the wrap over my knuckles. I looked at Harry's knuckles and so did he.