One Shots
Michelle & Harry (Rough and dirty)
"Michelle, come on. Brunch with my mum won't be all that terrible."
I had nothing against going to brunch with his parents. I had a problem with leaving his bed.
"Okay, fine! I'm going to take a shower and then we can go."
"Thank you, love. I'll make it up to you later."
He winked at me as I got up and walked right to the bathroom, still naked from the night before. I turned on the faucet and got in as soon as it was hot enough. The water felt amazing on my back. That entire weekend was spent in bed but I still couldn't get enough. He had just gotten back from touring in Australia so I still had some catching up to do, but I suppose his mum did, too. We had been dating for a while and his mother liked me a lot; she just didn't like how much time with Harry I had taken away from her. I could appreciate that. I wouldn't like if someone stole my time with Harry either. I finished showering and wrapped a towel around my body as I left the bathroom, finding Harry pulling a fresh shirt over his head. He was wearing black skinny jeans and a white v-neck. He walked over when he saw me and kissed me once on the lips, pulling away so that I could get dressed. Had he lingered any longer, we would never have left. I put on some jeans and a nice button-down blouse with a matching sweater. I decided to put some curling creme in my hair and let it dry naturally, too lazy to blow-dry and straighten it.
"Okay, Harry. I'm ready."
I yelled toward the bathroom and he emerged, his hair looking tamed, and grabbed his boots from beside his dresser. I slipped on my black flats and found my purse. We walked hand in hand out of his flat and to his car. The drive to the hotel was not very long and Harry tossed the valet attendant his keys as we hurried into the lobby, quickly finding the restaurant area.
"Hey, guys!"
Anne excitedly walked over to us and hugged Harry tightly, followed by me.
We followed her back to the table she came from and Harry kissed Gemma's cheek before
sitting next to her and nodding to his step-dad. I followed suit and sat between Harry and Robin. Gemma and I had hung out a few times while Harry was in Australia so it hadn't been long since I'd seen her last.
"So, how was Australia, Harry?"
"It was great, Robin. Glad to be home, though."
He smiled at me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him.
"We are too!," Gemma grinned, sipping her mimosa.
The waiter approached our table and asked what we would like to drink.
"I'll have what she's having," I said and pointed at Gemma's glass.
"Just orange juice for me, please."
The server walked away and I rested my hand on Harry's thigh, rubbing it lightly. He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat as I felt up his leg and gently touched him, there.
"So, Gemma, what have you been up to?"
"Oh, not much! Been hanging out with some people, including Michelle. No new boyfriend or anything."
"Good, that's what I like to hear."
Her jaw dropped and she playfully punched his shoulder. I had put my hand closer to his knee again to avoid an extremely awkward brunch.
"Michelle, you should come see Robin and I more often when Harry's gone. It would be nice to see you more."
"Yeah, I'd love to come stay with you guys sometime."
I really wouldn't mind spending time with Anne when Harry was out of town. We didn't really get time together alone and I wanted to get to know her better. She looked really happy that I agreed.
"What about when I am here, huh? Why don't we come see you guys next weekend? I haven't been home in a while; it could be a nice getaway."
He looked at me for approval and I really had no choice but to nod. Anne immediately smiled, clapping in excitement.
"Wonderful! I can't wait. Everyone will be so happy to see you."
Now he owed me big time. I loved his family but I wanted him to myself for a little bit, and I wasn't crazy about socializing with everyone in Holmes Chapel for an entire weekend. I teased him by moving my hand back up his thigh, lightly massaging his package. When the waiter came, I pulled away, leaving him gritting his teeth. We all ordered and our food was out within 20 minutes. We ate and had casual conversation but I could tell that Harry was still turned on. When we said our goodbyes and made it back to the car, he finally spoke freely.
"That was very naughty of you, love. You're going to pay for that when we get home."
"Oh, I'm so scared, Harry."
I sarcastically brought my hands to my face in fear. I leaned over in my seat and started to suck on his neck, right below his ear.
"Michelle, you're only making it worse for yourself."
I whispered softly but surely in his ear.
"That's what I'm hoping for."
Out of sexual frustration, he slammed on the gas pedal, making his Range Rover jump in
speed dramatically. He let one hand leave the steering wheel and put it between my legs, grabbing me so that I could feel it through my jeans. I moaned against his neck as pulled into a parking spot just outside of his flat. Before I could grab my things, he was at my door, pulling me over his shoulder, and carrying me toward the flat. As soon as we entered, he walked back to the bedroom silently. He threw me on the bed roughly and pulled his shirt off quickly.
"Take off your clothes."
I did as he ordered, shimmying my pants off, followed by my top and my undergarments, leaving me completely naked. He walked over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.
"You knew better than to make me hot for you with my family."
He had a devilish grin on his face as pulled his pants down, stepping out of them, as well as his shoes. He crawled on top of me and pulled my hands above my head, placing one cuff on my right hand. He wrapped it through the bed post and locked my other hand in place so that I couldn't move my arms at all.
"Now, I'm going to have to show you how that felt."
He laid on his stomach in between my legs and teasingly traced his tongue along one of my thighs, moving toward my center, but not touching it like I wanted him to so badly. He held on to my thighs so that I wouldn't squirm so much and the sensation doubled when I had no control over any of my limbs.
"Harry. Please!"
"Hmm. Maybe next time you won't tease me at breakfast."
"Mmhmm. I promise. Just, plea-"
I was stopped by his tongue roughly hitting my clit, making me moan loudly instead of finishing my sentence. He worked quickly, still holding my legs down so that all I could concentrate on was the feeling he gave me. It was too much. I wasn't going to last more than two minutes if he kept that up.
"Just fuck me already!"
He stopped immediately and sat up on his knees, looking at me with lustful, dark green eyes.
"Are you sure you're ready for what I've got?"
"I'm ready to find out."
He looked at me as if to say, 'you asked for it' and pulled his boxers down furiously, his manhood springing out as he crawled back to me, kicking his boxers off of the bed at the same time. The second his naked body touched mine, a chill of desire rippled through me and he crashed his lips into mine, playing with my breasts skillfully as he did. My breathing hitched as he moved his mouth down to one breast, still massaging the other with his hand. I would normally run my fingers through his hair but my hands were still pre-occupied. Instead, I arched my back, pushing myself farther into his mouth, taking in the incredible way he made me feel.
"Have you learned your lesson yet? Because I'm really tired of teasing you."
"Yes, please Harry. I need you now."
He nodded in agreement and positioned himself above me, thrusting into me harshly, taking me by surprise. It hurt for a second because he didn't give me the chance to adjust to him, but I soon felt my body relax, going into a familiar rhythm. Fast, but not extremely so. Until he sped things up unexpectedly. We had never had sex this roughly before but I loved it; the look in his eyes alone driving me mad.
"Michelle, you should be a bad girl more often; this feels so good, baby!"
I had no breath to make a reply and I tried to find it just to make it through this orgasm. He lifted my legs up and held them on either side of him, slamming harder into my body. My hands being restrained made each thrust and movement so much more noticeable since I wasn't thinking about where to put my hands. The metal on the cuffs began to rub on my wrists but I could care less, feeling his hips against my own as he buried so deeply into me each time, massaging my g-spot. My body started to convulse, shaking under his touch and I kicked my legs behind him causing him to tighten his grip on them. I screamed loudly as he moaned my name, both of us finding our release after a mind-blowing roller coaster of a climax. Without even pulling out, Harry collapsed on me, kissing me over and over on my neck, finding my lips and kissing me softly this time.
"That was incredible, baby."
"Yes, now can you take these off? Without you distracting me so well, they're starting to hurt."
He chuckled and pulled out, jumping off of the bed to get the key to the handcuffs. As soon as he let my hands loose, I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him and playing with his hair as we cuddled and drifted off into a much-needed nap.
I had nothing against going to brunch with his parents. I had a problem with leaving his bed.
"Okay, fine! I'm going to take a shower and then we can go."
"Thank you, love. I'll make it up to you later."
He winked at me as I got up and walked right to the bathroom, still naked from the night before. I turned on the faucet and got in as soon as it was hot enough. The water felt amazing on my back. That entire weekend was spent in bed but I still couldn't get enough. He had just gotten back from touring in Australia so I still had some catching up to do, but I suppose his mum did, too. We had been dating for a while and his mother liked me a lot; she just didn't like how much time with Harry I had taken away from her. I could appreciate that. I wouldn't like if someone stole my time with Harry either. I finished showering and wrapped a towel around my body as I left the bathroom, finding Harry pulling a fresh shirt over his head. He was wearing black skinny jeans and a white v-neck. He walked over when he saw me and kissed me once on the lips, pulling away so that I could get dressed. Had he lingered any longer, we would never have left. I put on some jeans and a nice button-down blouse with a matching sweater. I decided to put some curling creme in my hair and let it dry naturally, too lazy to blow-dry and straighten it.
"Okay, Harry. I'm ready."
I yelled toward the bathroom and he emerged, his hair looking tamed, and grabbed his boots from beside his dresser. I slipped on my black flats and found my purse. We walked hand in hand out of his flat and to his car. The drive to the hotel was not very long and Harry tossed the valet attendant his keys as we hurried into the lobby, quickly finding the restaurant area.
"Hey, guys!"
Anne excitedly walked over to us and hugged Harry tightly, followed by me.
We followed her back to the table she came from and Harry kissed Gemma's cheek before
sitting next to her and nodding to his step-dad. I followed suit and sat between Harry and Robin. Gemma and I had hung out a few times while Harry was in Australia so it hadn't been long since I'd seen her last.
"So, how was Australia, Harry?"
"It was great, Robin. Glad to be home, though."
He smiled at me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him.
"We are too!," Gemma grinned, sipping her mimosa.
The waiter approached our table and asked what we would like to drink.
"I'll have what she's having," I said and pointed at Gemma's glass.
"Just orange juice for me, please."
The server walked away and I rested my hand on Harry's thigh, rubbing it lightly. He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat as I felt up his leg and gently touched him, there.
"So, Gemma, what have you been up to?"
"Oh, not much! Been hanging out with some people, including Michelle. No new boyfriend or anything."
"Good, that's what I like to hear."
Her jaw dropped and she playfully punched his shoulder. I had put my hand closer to his knee again to avoid an extremely awkward brunch.
"Michelle, you should come see Robin and I more often when Harry's gone. It would be nice to see you more."
"Yeah, I'd love to come stay with you guys sometime."
I really wouldn't mind spending time with Anne when Harry was out of town. We didn't really get time together alone and I wanted to get to know her better. She looked really happy that I agreed.
"What about when I am here, huh? Why don't we come see you guys next weekend? I haven't been home in a while; it could be a nice getaway."
He looked at me for approval and I really had no choice but to nod. Anne immediately smiled, clapping in excitement.
"Wonderful! I can't wait. Everyone will be so happy to see you."
Now he owed me big time. I loved his family but I wanted him to myself for a little bit, and I wasn't crazy about socializing with everyone in Holmes Chapel for an entire weekend. I teased him by moving my hand back up his thigh, lightly massaging his package. When the waiter came, I pulled away, leaving him gritting his teeth. We all ordered and our food was out within 20 minutes. We ate and had casual conversation but I could tell that Harry was still turned on. When we said our goodbyes and made it back to the car, he finally spoke freely.
"That was very naughty of you, love. You're going to pay for that when we get home."
"Oh, I'm so scared, Harry."
I sarcastically brought my hands to my face in fear. I leaned over in my seat and started to suck on his neck, right below his ear.
"Michelle, you're only making it worse for yourself."
I whispered softly but surely in his ear.
"That's what I'm hoping for."
Out of sexual frustration, he slammed on the gas pedal, making his Range Rover jump in
speed dramatically. He let one hand leave the steering wheel and put it between my legs, grabbing me so that I could feel it through my jeans. I moaned against his neck as pulled into a parking spot just outside of his flat. Before I could grab my things, he was at my door, pulling me over his shoulder, and carrying me toward the flat. As soon as we entered, he walked back to the bedroom silently. He threw me on the bed roughly and pulled his shirt off quickly.
"Take off your clothes."
I did as he ordered, shimmying my pants off, followed by my top and my undergarments, leaving me completely naked. He walked over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.
"You knew better than to make me hot for you with my family."
He had a devilish grin on his face as pulled his pants down, stepping out of them, as well as his shoes. He crawled on top of me and pulled my hands above my head, placing one cuff on my right hand. He wrapped it through the bed post and locked my other hand in place so that I couldn't move my arms at all.
"Now, I'm going to have to show you how that felt."
He laid on his stomach in between my legs and teasingly traced his tongue along one of my thighs, moving toward my center, but not touching it like I wanted him to so badly. He held on to my thighs so that I wouldn't squirm so much and the sensation doubled when I had no control over any of my limbs.
"Harry. Please!"
"Hmm. Maybe next time you won't tease me at breakfast."
"Mmhmm. I promise. Just, plea-"
I was stopped by his tongue roughly hitting my clit, making me moan loudly instead of finishing my sentence. He worked quickly, still holding my legs down so that all I could concentrate on was the feeling he gave me. It was too much. I wasn't going to last more than two minutes if he kept that up.
"Just fuck me already!"
He stopped immediately and sat up on his knees, looking at me with lustful, dark green eyes.
"Are you sure you're ready for what I've got?"
"I'm ready to find out."
He looked at me as if to say, 'you asked for it' and pulled his boxers down furiously, his manhood springing out as he crawled back to me, kicking his boxers off of the bed at the same time. The second his naked body touched mine, a chill of desire rippled through me and he crashed his lips into mine, playing with my breasts skillfully as he did. My breathing hitched as he moved his mouth down to one breast, still massaging the other with his hand. I would normally run my fingers through his hair but my hands were still pre-occupied. Instead, I arched my back, pushing myself farther into his mouth, taking in the incredible way he made me feel.
"Have you learned your lesson yet? Because I'm really tired of teasing you."
"Yes, please Harry. I need you now."
He nodded in agreement and positioned himself above me, thrusting into me harshly, taking me by surprise. It hurt for a second because he didn't give me the chance to adjust to him, but I soon felt my body relax, going into a familiar rhythm. Fast, but not extremely so. Until he sped things up unexpectedly. We had never had sex this roughly before but I loved it; the look in his eyes alone driving me mad.
"Michelle, you should be a bad girl more often; this feels so good, baby!"
I had no breath to make a reply and I tried to find it just to make it through this orgasm. He lifted my legs up and held them on either side of him, slamming harder into my body. My hands being restrained made each thrust and movement so much more noticeable since I wasn't thinking about where to put my hands. The metal on the cuffs began to rub on my wrists but I could care less, feeling his hips against my own as he buried so deeply into me each time, massaging my g-spot. My body started to convulse, shaking under his touch and I kicked my legs behind him causing him to tighten his grip on them. I screamed loudly as he moaned my name, both of us finding our release after a mind-blowing roller coaster of a climax. Without even pulling out, Harry collapsed on me, kissing me over and over on my neck, finding my lips and kissing me softly this time.
"That was incredible, baby."
"Yes, now can you take these off? Without you distracting me so well, they're starting to hurt."
He chuckled and pulled out, jumping off of the bed to get the key to the handcuffs. As soon as he let my hands loose, I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him and playing with his hair as we cuddled and drifted off into a much-needed nap.
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Dirty-Making Love-Passionate
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