Outside the dangerous streets, soft dark curly brown hair flows in the moonlight mixed with street lamps which seem to illuminate strong stern features. Thick denim jacket with the bright glimmer of silver hidden inside. A shade of crystal clear gre...
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Instantly his green eyes glaze over as he smashes his plump lips to my own soft ones. He kisses me fast and hard showing me how he feels rather than telling me. That's what I love about him. He bites my lip tugging it a bit making me gasp allowing his wet tongue to slide into my mouth.
My hands grip his shoulder blades feeling the muscles tense from holding his weight. The feeling of his taunt back and the swirling of his tongue causes me to moan into his mouth. Raking my nails down his back on his bare skin, I feel like it's not enough. Gripping the back of Harry's curls he slowly starts kissing his way down my face.
Wet kisses trail down my cheek and jaw as they light a fire in their path the further they go down. He leaves open mouthed kisses on my neck and collar bone causing me to moan quietly in his own personal heaven. His hand follows the curvature of my neck lightly gripping it, slightly I turn my head to the side to give him more access.
"This," he tugs at the bottom of my shirt. "This needs to be gone, it's only fair," He smirks.
Harry softly grabs my shirt as I lift my arms up, my cut long forgetten and well hidden in the rooms lack of light, The material is gone within seconds, thrown into the abyss on the floor. Harry traces his finger down the valley of my breasts teasing me and stopping at my jeans. Slowly he makes his way up as his hand begins to fondle and massage my breast over the top of my bra. I arch my back wanting more of the sweet torture he gives me, and more is what I get.
Harry's hand without my knowledge unhooks my bra the moment my back arches. Ridden of the material Harry places more kisses on my collar bone while still massaging my other breast. I moan already feeling frustrated with the torture.
"What do you what Elora," Harry murmurs between his kisses.
"You should know!" I cry out with pleasure as he pinches my nipple.
Harry hums in response as his mouth trails wet open kisses down the valley his finger once trailed. His mouth lands on my nipple as I moan loud instantly cupping my hand over mouth embarrassed. Harry's other hand trails downwards, as he unzips my jeans. I burry my hands in his curls concentrating on the movement of his tongue.
Agonisingly slow he let's go of my breast and kneels upwards. Harry simply stares at my hazy eyes, watching my chest heave with every breath. He pulls down my denim jeans as I lift my lower half off the bed to help him. Soon after his jeans follow mine adding to the piles on the wooden flooring.
Harry closes his eyes briefly letting our a breath of air. He meets my eyes yet again as he trails his fingers down my stomach to my underwear pulling at the material as if asking for permission. With the movement and through his emerald eyes he shows it is my choice.
Slowly I start to pull my underwear down, shimmying it off as he pulls off his boxers. My eyes stay peeled to his not want to look down as he once again leans over me. His weight is supported by his arms as I see the muscles and veins straining. I don't hold back and grip his back feeling the muscles beneath my hands and fingertips. Harry begins to trail his hands down towards my stomach.
Slowly he teases my entrance with his finger as I open my legs wider for him, the wetness coating his fingers. Finally he pushes his finger inside as I grip his back with pleasure. The small movement he starts instantly causes me to curl my toes. My back arches as my breast meet his strong chest. He quickens his movement inside me staring lovingly into my green eyes.
Something burns up inside me, a rush of pleasure building and building as he hits the right spot continuously. Just as he adds a second finger I moan loudly raking my nails down his taunt back. The feeling releases in waves continuously from the intense feeling., I couldn't get enough of him and his touch.
"I want you Harry, please."
"As long as you can handle it love," he smiles planting a kiss on my lips.
I smile leaning up to kiss him slowly as he does the same. His soft movements showing me the love and care he harbours towards me. He pulls back looking into my warm eyes as he adjusts himself before me. Slowly he enters me as I hook my arms around his neck, the pain slight yet manageable. He moves out not having gone completely in. His movements weren't rough and hard, thankfully. Each stroke the pain lessens as Harry picks up the pace and goes in deeper.
I moan at the increase of rhythm cupping my mouth to contain the sound. Not liking my actions he grips my hands above my head with one of his own. The room fills with our pants and my moans. Staring deeply into his hazy green eyes, I know that I will always love him. With one last stroke, I come undone calling out his name as a few seconds later Harry pulls out quickly grunting as he finishes.
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