Maybe Teasing Wasn't Such a Good Idea- (H.S.)

Harry paid the check and stood from the table, holding out his hand to her and clicking his tongue when she didn’t immediately place hers in his warm grasp.

“Go ahead, kitten, but the more you fight it the worse it’ll be for you.”

She felt her whole body flush at his threat and the v in her legs dampened further. She slid her slender palm into his large one and he pulled her to her feet. Placing a firm hand on her lower back, he steered her through the restaurant and out into the cool night air. The car was waiting on the curb and he opened the door, gesturing for her to climb in and take a seat. Her mind was reeling with thoughts and ideas of what he could possibly have up his sleeve because she knew that no matter what his description in the restaurant it would be only half of what he did to her tonight as payback. She slid into the seat as smoothly as possible despite her racing heart and frazzled nerves. Her heart started to beat faster as she watched his hand come towards her face, fingers outstretched. He tucked them under her chin, turning her face towards him, brushing his lips over hers, giving her just the tiniest taste of his sweetness. She shuddered in her seat as he grinned, pulling away from her and closing the door softly, then climbing into the driver’s side and acting as if she wasn’t an absolute puddle of thirst and desire sitting next to him.

He smiled to himself as he pulled away from the curb and into the London traffic, thoroughly enjoying the fidgety anxious mess of his girlfriend sitting next to him. He had told himself in the restaurant that he was going to make her wait for as long as possible before he touched her. To really let her stew in her own juices so to speak, but the longer he sat there trying to ignore how needy she was the worse it got for Harry. Finally, after only a few minutes, he gave in. He didn’t have the heart to keep her waiting for so long.

He reached a hand across the console and saw her body tense in anticipation out of the corner of his eye. That made him smile. He ghosted the tips of his fingers over her bare thigh, back and forth, raising goosebumps along her skin. He enjoyed how worked up she got when he barely touched her.

He cleared his throat and felt her muscle tense under his attentions, “I believe I told you that I was going to have you purring, is that right, kitten? Do you like to purr for me?”

She swallowed heavily next to him and nodded.

“I’m sorry I didn’t hear you…” He trailed off and waited for her to answer him again.

Her voice came out a delicate, breathy squeak, “Yes. I do. I love it.”

He chuckled deeply, “I know you do and I so love to make you.” His hand drifted further up her thigh and underneath her skirt. His knuckles nudged into her other leg, trying to make more room for himself. “Spread these pretty little legs of yours. I feel like exploring.”

He silently watched as she slowly opened her thighs to his hand. He quickly tucked his hand inside and cupped her heated center in his palm, startling her and making a moan at the same time.

“My little kitten is so warm for me,” he commented as she started to push her hips forward into his hand. He pulled back, releasing her just as she started to find the friction she so desperately wanted from him. He tsked at her and she whined. “All in good time my sweet. All in good time.”

His fingers absent-mindedly traced patterns along her bare skin, causing her to flush deeper with each caress. He felt her body move lower in her seat, a vain attempt to bring his hand back to where she wanted it most.

“Do you want me to touch you, love?” He asked, his fingers slowly creeping back towards her center.

She whined in answer.

“Ask nicely then.” He goaded her while his fingers danced just at the edge of her thigh.

“Please…..t-touch me.”

Pleased with her response, he pads of his fingers brushed over the damp lace of her panties, humming in approval, “I love when you’re ready for me.” She widened her legs, exposing herself more to his touch and he used his long index finger to push aside the thin fabric. He stroked over her once, twice, and each time her body shivered and her breath grew faster. “Such a good girl.”

He used two fingers to separate her folds and slid into her with ease. He smiled when he felt her body clench around the intrusion and the sound that fell from her lips stirred in his soul. It was the purr, the sound she made whenever he touched her just the right way and it was like heaven to him. It was the noise he always worked towards and tonight she gave it so easily that it’d felt like he’d won without even trying. He curled his fingers inside her, brushed along her front wall, felt her whole body convulse slightly. He knew that he could have her coming with only a few draws of his hand and a flick of his wrist. He eased his hand back and forth a few times, listening to the sounds of her writhing in the seat beside him. He brought her right to the edge before backing off and letting her hover there, suspended somewhere between ecstasy and overwhelming want and need. He played with her, fondled her gently even as her heart raced and her body yearned for more from him. More touches. More strokes. More of his fingers digging deep into her. But she wasn’t going to get more from him right now.

As he pulled through the gate of his home and parked the car, he looked over at her, his eyes catching hers. They were hazy with lust and pent up frustration. He watched her mouth turn into a pouty frown when he pulled his hand completely from her center. He licked his fingers clean under the care of her watchful eyes.

“Please…don’t stop. Let me come. Make me come.” She begged him, her hands tucking between her legs as if that could ease the throbbing ache he’d knew he left.

He smiled a soft dimpled smile and patted her shaking leg, “Not quite yet, my love. I think I’d like to play with my dessert a little more before I eat it.”

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