When He Holds Your Hand

Harry sat up, pulled his fingers out of me slowly, and I watched as he sucked my juices off of them. He then wiped his swollen, pink lips with a devilish grin before licking his fingers again, eyes closed and enjoying the taste. I leant up and grabbed at the front of his tee shirt, to drag him over me, noticing but not caring that he still had his coat on, I needed his weight on top of me. I could taste my pussy as his tongue darted into my mouth, emulating the way it had moved on my core moments earlier.

“I want you in me. Now.” I panted, reaching my hand down between us to pull down the waistband of his jeans and his briefs. Running my hands along his length, finding a strange sort of satisfaction from the silky, veiny feel under my fingertips and palm, he groaned into my mouth as I wrapped my fingers around his cock, raised my hips and dragged the tip between my wet folds.

“You’re so fucking tight”, he growled in my ear, sliding himself deep into me. He buried his face in my neck, his breath already ragged and laboured against my throat.

I wanted him to fuck me hard, to render me weak and incapable of moving but Harry had other things in mind. Drawing himself in and out with a maddeningly slow pace, enjoying the feeling of being buried inside of me. I squirmed and pleaded for him to speed up but he ignored me, digging his fingers into my hips to keep me still and smirking at my whimpers. I arched my back, hands on my breasts to try find my own relief until Harry gave me what I wanted but, once again, my distraction was ignored.

About to lose my mind, Harry pulled out all together, and with surprising ease I was rolled over onto my stomach and lifted to face the door. I could see someone opposite me, cheeks flushed, hair puffed up and completely naked. Biting my lip hard, I fought the urge to mock him for being the typical vain pop star, fucking in front of a mirror; but this wasn’t the time and I could barely form the words in my mouth.

Harry positioned himself behind me and locked his eyes with mine while he roughly thrust into me, that side smirk reappearing at the mewl I gave, all my begging was repaid now. My arms fought to stay up against his thrusting movement and how good it felt as his cock rubbed against every part of my tightness. My moans were loud, but in the mirror I could see him watching me, eyes wide and smiling, not worried that anyone would hear. My entire body tingled; I was close to letting my upper body collapse against the floor, but Harry ran a hand gently up my back, twisted his fingers around strands of my hair and yanked my head back.

“I want to watch you.” His voice was soft, betraying his actions, his hips ramming hard against me. His eyes flickered from my face to my chest: my breasts swung freely and he bit his lip watching them.

I watched as Harry’s face changed, his jaw clenching and his head falling back, a pained expression on his face. He let go of my hair and placed both hands on my hips, pulling my body hard against him. I tightened my muscles as much as I could around his throbbing dick, enjoying watching him lose control through my own pleasure, his voice trembling as he swore.

“Cum for me babe.” I repeated his own words and his eyes flew open at the sound of my voice.

“No, I want you to cum again”, he breathed, heavily. I knew he wouldn’t last that long and there was nothing I wanted more than to return the favour of making him come undone in me.

“Baby, please.”

He nodded sharply then bent himself over me. His forehead and mouth pressed against my back, a hand reached up and grabbed my tits as he slammed into me one more time before he cried out. His body shuddered and I felt the vibrations of his cry run through me, his mouth open and slack with hot breath on my skin.

We were silent and still, apart from Harry’s thumb circling one of my nipples idly, both of us catching our breath and enjoying the sensations cursing through us. Harry suddenly laughed gently,

“Next time, I’ll just book us a hallway, seeing as we have trouble getting further than the door.”

He climbed off of me and collapsed heavily onto his back, a dopey, satisfied grin on his face. Reaching for the coat I had missed Harry removing and covering myself with it, I lay next to him, sighing happily when he pulled me closer to him. Resting my head on his tattooed chest, I listened to his heart as it began to return to its regular rhythm.

“So, that’s that done,”, I teased, “now what do we do for the next two days?”, closing my eyes and fighting the urge to fall asleep; I knew it wouldn’t be long before round two.

“I was hoping to catch up on some sleep, I’m going Australia in a few days.” Harry’s hand slid along my arm and down my back to grab my behind, fingers dangerously close to where I was still sensitive, “I also have a book I need to finish.”

“I was hoping you’d say that, I worried you wanted to have sex the entire time! Luckily, I brought along my onesie and a book and left all the silk and lace lingerie at home.” Biting my lip, I struggled not to giggle, “is that ok?”

“Silk and lace?” Harry asked, quietly, his heart betraying him, thumping hard and fast in his chest.

“Yeah, I bought far too much! I might have to take it all back,” I rolled onto my back, Harry’s hand having no choice but to sit on my pubic area, “I’m sure I still have the receipt somewhere.”

I sat up suddenly, twisting to look at him, his cheeks still red and hair dishevelled and clammy, “in fact, I might go have a bath then get into my pyjamas.”

“Your onesie?” Harry asked, I nodded a yes before standing up, leaving his coat on the floor. His green eyes wandered over my naked body and he cleared his throat, “did you want me to run your bath?”

“It’s ok, I can do it.” I turned, walking away with a swing of the hips, “but, you can pour the bubble bath if you’d like?.”

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