You let out a giggle as he playfully pushed your shoulders back, throwing you onto the mattress.
He started crawling towards you, eyes never leaving yours. In the blink of an eye he was hovering over you. He lowered his body until his forehead was pinned to yours. His voice was low and raspy.
"I want you."
You hands slid down his chest, focusing on his tummy. Deliberate touches to the tanned muscles had his breathing beginning to grow uneven.
Your fingers traced the band of his joggers, biting your lip before peering up at him with those bedroom eyes.
"You looked so good today," you admitted, his eyes still intently focused on your every move.
Harry loved being praised.
"But," you paused, one hand traveling up to his neck, fingertips dancing against his skin.
"You look even better right now. Like this."
You removed your touch, receiving a light sigh from his lips. The fire in his belly, the urge, the need for you—was growing rapidly.
You flattened your palms against his shoulders.
"Up."
And he was more then happy to oblige. He was so mesmerized by you, and when you took control—it was so hot.
Harry's mind flashed back to when he first had the conversation with you about trying new things. When he told you that he would do anything you told him to, you were so flustered and shy, shivers running through your body.
Now look at you.
You had him sitting up so that he was kneeling, ankles tucked under his backside on the mattress.
You mirrored the same position as you faced him.
"Can you touch yourself for me?"
He blinked at you, not quite believing this was real.
"C'mon." you encouraged his hand. "Please, baby."
Your words left him utterly speechless. But he nodded.
His fingertips brushed over the soft material, lightly teasing himself. His tongue wet his full lips, keeping his eyes on you, waiting to see what your next move was.
"You like to be teased, don't you?" you leaned into him, the eye contact so intense it had him panting. "Show me how you do it."
He tilted his head back, lips parted as he struggled to keep up with you. He was full on palming himself now, desperate to feel what only you could give him.
"I know you love this."
Your voice was soft, but so provocative. He breath hitched as your hands reached up, lightly tugging back on his hair.
"Please." he choked out.
Your fingers moved down to brush his baby hairs away from his face, your touch was like a drug to him right now.
"What d'you want?"
You had him panting, thinking about all the things he wanted you to do to him.
And him to you, of course.
"Want you t'touch me." he spoke, voice strained by the movements of his wrist. "Want to get inside you, make you feel it tomorrow."
Your eyelashes fluttered and your breathing increased, causing a lazy smirk to appear on his lips.
