camp cherry | hs

forty six

HANA

His irises are practically black, his pupils blown out as he enjoys my simple touch, eyes trained on my lips and my fingers that occasionally take the joint between them as I exhale. I know I'm in full control at this moment, I could tell him to do or say anything I want and he'd follow gladly, and the thought makes me smile impishly.

I pluck the joint from between my lips; they part in lust as I move it to Harry's, who happily takes it and inhales as I hold it, blowing out the smoke between us, gaze flitting down to my bare chest. Attempting to grasp some semblance of control, he leans forward to tease a kiss, keeping the joint between his lips, but I duck and escape his hold, stepping under the scalding stream and slicking my hair back as it dampens. He spins, his back to the wall and his tongue between his teeth as he watches me, his eyes completely unsure of where to look.

I try my best to look sexy, and I'm not sure it's working - I don't feel sexy - but Harry's erection says otherwise, and he looks as if it's a struggle to not touch himself right now, or touch me. Putting him out of his misery, I wrap my fingers around him and his mouth drops open in excitement, and take the joint from him, placing it back between my lips and pressing flat to the wall.

"Knees," I order, smiling sweetly as he dutifully obeys, dropping to his knees in front of me and taking hold of my hips. Kissing my stomach whilst keeping eye contact, he's constantly ensuring everything he's doing is alright with me.

Instinctively, I tangle my fingers through his dark curls, lifting my leg to rest on his shoulder, my foot reaching his lower back. Shivers run through my body, specifically up and down my spine as his eyes move from mine to my core, which I know is soaked. I tighten my hold in his hair as he licks a long, painfully slow stripe from my entrance to my clit, humming appreciatively at the taste.

His large hand grips my thigh currently over his shoulder and offers him an incredible angle to sink his tongue into me, but he doesn't yet, continuing to torture me with the tiniest licks to my clit and occasionally teasing my entrance with just the tip of his tongue.

"You taste so good," he claims smugly, sucking my clit into his mouth and moaning to send vibrations through my entire core, and his fingers trail across my leg. Soon sweeping his middle finger through my arousal, he gradually sinks it inside of me. The stretch is nonexistent and he groans as he pushes another one in, feeling my walls clench tightly around him as his tongue continues it's teasing movements.

"Harry, fuck, c'mon," I urge him to speed up, and thankfully he concedes, dipping his tongue inside of me and curling it to find my sensitive spots.

Once successful in his search, he flicks the tip against it gently whilst he puffs hot air out of his nose against my clit as he's struggling to breathe slightly, but he keeps going, determined that I'll come from this. The pad of his thumb presses to my clit, the feeling causing my hips to jolt against his face, and he inches away to catch his breath.

Smoothly, his fingers replace his tongue and massage inside of me to bring me closer to the edge. Clearly, he can feel that I'm close, so he slips his tongue back just as I begin to shake. Reflexively, his palm slides to force me into place to battle my body attempting to squirm away from the overstimulation.

My hand tightens in his hair, tugging sharply when he doesn't pause for a moment. Unable to take it for much longer, I guide him away, whining at the sight of his lips, chin and even the tip of his nose covered in my arousal.

He wipes his lips with the back of his hand, shamelessly glancing down and repeating the movement over his chin, licking the skin to taste me again.

"So good," he smirks arrogantly as he watches my legs shake from the aftermath of my powerful orgasm, soon shutting up when I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him deeply, inviting him to pick me up and fuck me against the wall, which he does, thankfully.