My Dreams with you...

It had been a lovely night and you were currently having a few after dinner drinks with a small group of friends. You were having a great time and feeling extra flirty. Alcohol tended to have that effect on you. Normally this was not a big deal. Harry knew you could be flirtatious just like he was. It was harmless, nothing to worry about. But as he watched you laugh at something your male friend said while you draped your arm across his shoulders, a flame of jealousy grew inside Harry. He didn’t know where it came from but he felt like pulling you to him and showing everybody in the bar exactly who you were with tonight. He tried to shake the feeling, tried to brush it off, but it just kept coming back, whispering for him to do something about this. Finally he came to a decision. It was time to go home because he was going to show exactly why he called you his.

He paid the tab and whispered in your ear that it was time to go. You said your goodbyes and walked quickly out the door with Harry holding on to one hand. It was then that you noticed that something was up but judged it was better to probably keep silent for the moment.

That car ride home was short and quiet. The only thing stopping you from worrying was the strong warm hand on your thigh. Harry’s thumb rubbing small circles on your exposed skin.

The feeling that something wasn’t quite right stayed with you all the way inside. After locking the door you turned to find Harry right behind you. You licked your lips and swallowed heavily at the sight of his serious face.

He clenched and unclenched his jaw before he spoke. “I didn’t like seeing flirt like that tonight…”

You breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed. “Oh! Is that all! You know that doesn’t mean anything…” But your relief disappeared as Harry took a step towards you. A mixture of excitement and worry started to flood your belly.

“I don’t like other men thinking they can have what’s mine.” He raised his hand and dragged a finger over your lips. “These are mine.” His hand continued down along you neck and over your breasts. He paused and pinched your nipple through the fabric causing you to hiss. “These are mine too.” His hand continued its descent stopping at the hem of your skirt where his fingers snaked underneath. They pulled at the fabric of your panties, stretching them and moving his fingers under them. He ran them up your slit feeling how wet you already were from just his words. Then without even a warning, he plunged his fingers inside you. You gasped at the sensation and bit your lip to hold in anymore sound. Harry held his fingers still inside you. He let your body mold itself around them. “And most importantly, this is mine. No one else can make you this wet. Can they, baby?” You shook your head no in answer. Harry hooked his fingers and pressed against the sensitive flesh inside you making you clench around him. The moan you had tried to hold in earlier escaped. “What was that, baby?”

With a shaky voice you answered him. “No. You. Only you…”

He smirked as he pulled his fingers from you, making you whine at the loss of contact. He brought them to his mouth and licked your juices from them, smacking his lips when he was finished. He grabbed your hand and started to pull you towards the bedroom. “Come. I think I need to teach you a little lesson.”

You found yourself standing beside your bed while Harry walked a circle around you, like a predator stalking his prey. He stopped directly in front of you and motioned for you to raise your arms. You obeyed and he quickly pulled your shirt from your body, tossing it to the floor where his own shirt lay. It wasn’t long before your bra and skirt joined the pile. Left standing in only your pink lace panties, you watched Harry remove the rest of his clothes. His black boxer briefs the last to go. Harry watched your gaze travel over him and stop where his hand wrapped around the shaft of his hard length. He pumped his fist back and forth a few times as you bit your bottom lip in anticipation. “Do you want this? Do you want me stick it inside that hot wet little pussy of yours?” Before you could answer he had turned you around and pushed you onto the bed. “I want you all on fours tonight.” As you did what he said you looked back over your shoulder to watch his next move. With both hands he tore your panties in two and threw what was left of them to the floor. Harry glided his hand over the heated skin of your back. His fingers came up and curled themselves into your hair, pulling you back just enough to create that perfect arch. You felt him position himself at your entrance as he played his tip against the swollen sensitive flesh there. You whimpered softly as you tried to push back against him. You longed for the friction of him inside you. He held you still with a firm hand. You turned your head slightly to look at him. He held your gaze as he spoke his next words. “This is mine.” On his final word he slammed into you. His strokes were fast and hard. “This will always be mine.” Each word he spoke was punctuated with a thrust. His fast pace continued. “I want you to come for me, baby, now.” You could already feel your high building even before Harry spoke, but it was like his words brought you to a peak. Your walls clenched around him as your orgasm burst from you. It felt like you were going to explode out of your skin. The waves of pleasure still rolling through you. Harry’s hand reached around and his fingers found your tiny little knot. “Come for me again…one more time…I know you can do it baby. Come for me, just for me.” You thought that you were spent but his words crashed into you and another orgasm shot through you. You clenched around him as his fingers continued stroking. He finally groaned as he let himself release inside you.

Harry bent forward and placed his lips against the glistening skin of your back. His breath cool against your hot skin, making goosebumps rise across it. He kissed the spot softly and whispered against it. “That’s my good girl.”

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