"I'm not going to," I say kissing his head. His lifts his head a little and brushes his nose against mine. His has his eyes close as I wrap my arms around his neck moving closer to him.
"Stay longer than a week," he breathes brushing his lips against mine and I melt inside.
"I will," I give in and I beg that he kisses me. I want to feel him against me. I want to feel his lips against mine and his hands roaming my body. I don't want it, I need it. I need him to touch me.
"Thank you," he says as he lightly presses his lips against mine but it's not enough. I pull his face a little closer to make the kiss harder and I feel his fingers dig into my sides a little harder, that just makes me want him even more. I run my fingers back through his hair and hear a slight moan escape his lips and it drives me crazy. I lick his bottom lip and he grants me entrance by opening his mouth. We move our tongues slowly together as he grabs my thighs and lifts me up wrapping my legs around him. I can't help but giggle against his lips as he walks us back into the living room and sits on the couch with me straddling his lap.
"That giggle was the sweetest thing I've ever heard baby," he says against me lips before going back to kissing me.
The kisses turn into a full make out session. Harry's hands roam my body squeezing certain parts that make me go crazy. I run my fingers through his hair and down his chest feeling his well sculpted body under the thin t-shirt he's wearing. His kisses travel from my lips to my jaw down to my neck as he sucks a dark, red mark into my neck. I moan softly and start to grind against him feeling him grow harder against me and hearing him moan. I pull is hair pulling his head back and suck a mark into his neck this time.
"Shit Sara," he moans and grabs my butt giving it a squeeze. "We can't go any further baby. Not now."
"I know," I say against is lips. "Just a little longer."
"You gonna kill me," he chuckles going back to kissing me as I grind against him a little longer before he pulls away. "Baby we gotta stop."
"Just a little longer," I say kissing along his his jawline.
"Baby," he strains and lifts me up placing me on the couch before running to the bathroom.
Shit. I sit on the couch and run my fingers back through my hair. I've never had a make out session like that before. It was intense and sexual and sensual. Having him touch me and kiss me drove me crazy. Hearing him moan my name knowing that I was driving him crazy just as much as he was to me was amazing. I've never felt this before and I love it. I don't ever want this to end. And if that means that I stay longer then I'll stay longer. I need to stay longer so we can figure out what the hell it is that we're doing.
I decide that while Harry's in the bathroom, probably wanking off, that I'll start dinner. I look in the fridge and smile at the fact that Harry bought everything I need to make baked ziti for dinner.
"Hi love," I hear from behind half way through cooking dinner and turn around seeing him lean against the wall.
"Hi," I smile. "I'm cooking dinner. It'll be done in like 30 minutes," I tell him putting it in the oven.
"Sounds good babe," he smiles coming over to me and wraps his arms around me from behind. "You know why we can't right?"
"Because you want it to be special?"
"Yeah," he smiles. "How did you know?"
"Because I know you a little bit."
"You do huh?" He chuckles.
"Yup. That's why I'm staying."
"Longer than a week?" He asks.
"Longer than a week."
"Perfect," he smiles and kisses my cheek.
That night we decided to stay in. We watched movies and cuddled on the couch until I fell asleep and Harry carried me to bed holding me close that night.
