butterfly | H.S

seventeen ⋆

[ sexual content ahead ]

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may 28, 1972
6:35 pm

— Lust.

Pure, filthy lust was swimming in Harry's eyes. So much so that the once meadow green eyes are now almost black- Bambi shrinking down from the look of appetite shown.

"Yeah? Get over 'ere, baby." He mumbles but does the work for her, grabbing her hips in his hands and placing her on top of his lap- the pretty girl feeling his hard bulge beneath her immediately. Harry grips her chin in his hand- connecting their lips roughly and using his other hand to rock her hips against his beseeching length.

Bambi's dress begins to ride up and bunch at her hips from the torturous rock whilst Harry swipes his tongue against her bottom lip- asking her to open up. But when she doesn't, he removes his hands from her chin and hips before taking a two handfuls of her bottom, using his left hand to lightly spank her bottom Bambi breaks the kiss with a mewl- almost being able to feel the sting and imprint of his H.S rings on her behind.

Harry takes this opportunity to reconnect their urgent lips and slip his tongue right in- caressing her's with his as he groans from the honey taste he just adores all so much.

Harry decides to pull back before pushing Bambi onto her back, hovering over her. He collects the petal's dainty wrists with his ringed hand and forcing them above her head- commanding her with a "keep em there, sugar pop." Bambi complies as Harry removes his hand- grabbing the bottom of the sundress as he pulls it over her head- the peach helping out by sitting up a little.

She lays back down after Harry tosses the soaked material behind her, the dress landing right before the lake. Harry licks his swollen lips at the sight before him- Bambi in a matching pink cotton set, slightly wet and waiting there just waiting to be taken. He leans down to her covered tits, burying himself in between the two with a deep inhale, pressing his tongue against the skin to wet it. Bambi giggles at the ticklish feeling as her hands come to his hair, Harry taking his hand and once again pressing them above her head- this time not removing it. "Be a good girl, B. Will you do that for me?" He queries as he looks up at her, observing as Bambi looks down at him with a slight nod.

Harry unclasps the strapless bra, biting down on the connector between the two cups- pulling the undergarment down with his teeth.

Bambi watches Harry as he comes back up to meet her breasts- seeing her nipples that are hard due to the cold air and wet rain. He closes his lips around one of the pink nipples, Bambi arching her back the second she feels his teeth slightly graze the sensitivity. The puppy's hands are begging to grip onto his chestnut curls- but Harry's hand kept her constricted to the grass beneath them.

Harry pulls back only to pucker his lips and blow a gust of air onto the peak- goosebumps rising to the skin whilst he moves to the other one. Bambi's head rolls back as Harry's tongue swipes across her nipple- one of his hands coming to caress her other breast, "Harry- please."

Harry glances up at her as he continues to work on her chest- noticing the pleading hint in her doe eyes. He releases her nipple and kisses just beneath it- watching as her chest flutters from the simple touch. "Please what, B?"

Bambi for the last two days has had a sudden urge to try something she's never done before- something that's completely out of her comfort zone.