Sunflower Café

22

...Baby you're no good,
'cause they warned me 'bout your type, girl,
I've been ducking left and right,
baby, you're no good,
think I fell for you,
I feel for you
I fell for you...

–H

"That was annoyingly impressive," Amaya's lips moved against his.

"I'm amazing like that," Harry smirked, their mouths smiling against each other.

"Wow, ever the humblest." She leaned back, staring at his moonlit features. A hand reached up to trace his cheekbone, leaving featherlight touches until it found his lips, outlining them surprisingly gentle. "Can't wait to find out what you can do with these."

"If you unlock the car you won't have to keep waiting."

     "Tempting... but I had something in mind before we go in," Her lips pressed tightly trying to suppress a wide smile. She untangled her legs from around him and he got the hint, helping her stand on her own two feet before her mouth was suddenly crashed against his again.

     Harry almost lost his balance at the unexpected movement and Amaya took advantage of it, flipping them so he was pressed against the door of the Jeep. Her lips moved at a sinful pace against his—no longer the rushed and heated kiss as before, but slow and experimental, as if she was trying to taste every inch of his mouth.

     Her strawberry vaseline sweetened Harry's tongue before it found hers playfully. He'd noticed Amaya was a person who needed to be in constant control, so it didn't come as much of a surprise when she fought against him and won, her tongue guiding his in all sorts of patterns before pulling back and taking his lower lip with her.

     "Something wrong with my lip there?" he teased.

     "Yes, it belongs in my mouth," she explained, and he almost growled at her answer. Harry kissed her more feverishly this time, pushing forward to flip them over but she resisted, "Not yet."

     "Wh-" he didn't finish his question as it was answered by her hands finding home on the waistband of his pants and pulling him forward.

     "I think you'll like what I have planned," she whispered, grazing his lips but never really meeting them.

     "We're in public," he said, looking around nervously for any oncoming cars but never being greeted by one.

     "Does that bother you?" she asked, a hand ghosting over his very obvious bulge.

     "I mean..." he struggled to talk as she got lower, her fingers finding a spot that had him immobilized. "Someone could see." He wasn't all that shocked to notice Amaya's indifference to his statement. Of course she wouldn't mind sucking someone off in a public area, she probably wasn't a novice at it in the first place.

     She stood on her tippy toes to whisper in his ear, "That's what makes it more fun," before fully grabbing him and making him emit a throaty moan.

     Harry leaned down to reconnect their lips, finding each others hungrily while she worked on his belt, unbuckling it in record time to proceed with his zipper.

     "If you didn't have such tight pants on this would've been a tad easier," she mumbled.

     Harry smirked, "Having trouble, love?" He reached down to help her but she tugged him forward by the belt, signaling him to let go.