Dangerous Love

[Anna Lisa]

"On your knees." Harry commands in a normal tone. I quickly fall to my knees between his now parted legs. I place my hands on his thighs as I wait for further instructions. "Good." He comments on my swift movements. I enjoy hearing him tell me how good I am and how he likes the things I do for him.

"Do you have a hair tie?" He asks, glancing down at my wrists to answer his own question. I shake my head from left to right, despite him already being aware that my wrists are bare. I figured he would tell me to go get one from the bathroom, but all he does is lean up, his hands reaching for my hair. He gathers it neatly, tightly wrapping his left hand around the makeshift pony tail.

"Now, undo my jeans." He says, his eyes flicker between mine and his crotch. "Okay." I mumble softly, not sure what else to say. My fingers work together to unsnap the button and pull the zipper down. His bulge is very close to spilling out of his pants. I look at him, ready for whatever he wants me to do next. "Pull them down. To my ankles." Harry orders, making me nod my head very lightly in a mute reply.

I grab onto his jeans and begin to tug. Before I could even get to the middle of his thighs, he stops me by tugging on my hair. "And my briefs." I pull them down as well, yanking his pants down to his feet like he requested. He leans up, so that he isn't pulling on my hair. He kicks them off and I finish the job by shoving them across the floor so the fabric won't be in my way.

"Come suck m'dick, baby girl." His sex driven smirk makes me tingle in all the places I want him. My hands return to his body, one on his thigh and the other reaches for his member. Suddenly, he stops me with his other hand. "Spit." He tells me, pushing my palm towards my mouth. Duh, Anna Lisa, you should've known that you idiot. I mentally roll my eyes to myself as I empty the saliva in my mouth onto my hand.

"Remember.. when you use your mouth, hide your teeth. Don't force yourself to take too much." He reminds me, I seem to forget everything I've learned when we do this. I never fail to ruin things for him. "O-okay." I softly respond. "You'll do good, baby." His free hand touches against my cheek. I feel my skin heat up, his affection is something that I cherish.

"Go on, now." He relaxes his back against the couch, his hand pull my head closer. His hold on my hair isn't as hard anymore, which makes it more comfortable for me. I stand on my knees, looking down at his erection. I cover what I can with my wet hand, immediately I begin to pump my hand up and down. I squeeze harder at the top, Harry really likes that. He groans in pleasure, making me feel like I'm doing good already.

I continue with my hand, switching between fast and slow, hard and loose. He slurs out my name, followed by a string of moans. Constantly he's grunting or making some sort of pleased noise. I don't mind, it's beautiful music to my ears. "Mouth." He utters the word between groans, forcing my head downward. I let his member go but I don't move my hand too far, just in case I need to use it.

My body leans down, my lips pressing against his swollen tip. "Fuck." He moans out. I take a deep breath before I use my tongue to lick a stripe from the base to the very top. "Good, baby. So damn good." He encourages me to keep going, I had no plans on stopping though. I take the tip into my mouth, my tongue swirls over the slit. "Yes, baby. You're such a good fucking girl." Harry's hand grabs onto my shoulder, making me jump slightly. He just holds on to me, unlike I thought - I assumed he was going to push me down more, but he doesn't. He just.. holds on.

I slide my mouth down his shaft, engulfing him entirely. He grunts to me and mumbles about how great I'm doing. I get about half way down when I feel my gag reflex kicking it. He must have felt something going on in my mouth because he's quick to pull me off of his dick. "Don't force yourself." He reminds me in a breathless voice. I nod to him, forgetting that he's already said that once before.

"Carry on." He insists, his droopy eyes watching me closely. I take him back into my mouth, staying focused on the first inch and half. I swipe my tongue over the tip again, knowing how much he loves that. Hallowing my cheeks around him, I drag a groan from his lips, words follow but it's hard to understand. Something about making me unable to walk in the morning, I think?

My hand returns to the lower half, gripping it tight and gently moving up and down. I feel his grip on my hair loosen, not that it was too tight before though. I figure he's getting close because he's losing some energy. "I love your fuckin' toungue.. love your mouth, babe." Harry's sentence makes me want to go faster so that I can eventually get what I want - him inside of me.

"Lovely." He sighs out as I take him further in my mouth, trying to be conscious of what he told me not to do. "Love it when you suck my cock, kitten." I push myself as far as I believe I can, but just as he was about to let out a hefty moan, he yanks my hair - pulling me off him. "What did I say? Do not force yourself, Anna Lisa." His anger is building, I can tell, but thankfully it's not much. It's more like annoyance.

"I'm sorry, I just wanna make you feel good." I pout, ashamed of myself. How could I do this again, go against what he said? His features soften, his frown goes away. "Baby, you are, trust me." His thumb rubs the corner of my mouth smoothly. "I'm not going to let you choke yourself. Now, like i said, don't force yourself. If you do it again I'm going to punish you." He warns me, and instantly I realize the seriousness of this little conversation. "I w-won't do it a-again, sir." I promise him, holding back the tears that might fall if I allow any more of my emotions to flow.

I carry on by letting my hand do the work for a few minutes, I need to give my throat a break. Harry's right, I do tend to force myself at times. Perhaps one day I will be able to go further than just half way down his shaft, maybe even all the way. "Shit, fuck." Harry grunts as I slide my thumb over the slit in his tip. "I don't wanna come." Harry tells me all of a sudden. My actions come to a halt, my eyes stare up at him as I wait for his next command. "I want to taste you, baby." That damn smirk, I swear it melts me inside.

"C'mere." He says, dropping my hair from his hand. It falls down my back, almost as if it was never touched. I bring myself to my feet, getting ready to climb onto him. He stops me by leaning up, his hands grabbing the hem of my shirt. Harry quickly tugs it off me and throws it. He stands from the couch, instantly towering over me. "I want to try something." He whispers into my ear while his fingers mess with the clasp of my bra. "Wh-what is it?" I ask nervously, hesitant about what he's got in mind.

"You'll love it, sweetheart." He assures me, leaving a soft kiss on my temple. Once my body is bare in front of him, he steps over to give himself room to take off his shirt. I bite the inside of my cheek as I see his toned, muscled body. Without a word, Harry lies down on the couch, his hand gesturing for me to come to him. His hand takes mine and tugs me closer, silently insisting that I climb on top of him.

"Wh-what.. are.. we-we doing?" I ask with a shaky voice, nervousness taking over me. "I want you to ride my face, baby." He casually says. My throat tightens, forcing me to cough into my elbow a few times. "Sit down on my stomach.. then I'll guide you." I know not to disobey him, so I nod slightly and do as he says.

I throw a leg over his abdomen, my knee mushed between his body and the back of the couch. "Mm, love this already." He mumbles as I sit down on his abs, a gasp coming straight from me. "What is it?" He asks, worried. I bite my lip as I press further down, the shape of his hard muscles feel amazing rubbing against my core.

"Oh, you dirty little girl." Harry is quick to notice what I'm doing. My cheeks light on fire, but I don't care how embarrassed I look right now. This feeling is wondrous. "Rub your little pussy on me, baby. I feel how wet you all." He suggests that I continue, and I don't dare disobey him. I rock my hips on his body, my core tingling with pleasure. "Mm, so good. Don't want you to come yet." Harry's hands grab my waist and he begins to pull me further up his body. I groan lightly, not wanting to leave his abdomen.

"I'm gonna give you somethin' better, I assure you, babe." He chuckles to me. I sigh as I smile down at him, I hope he's not lying to me. Harry's brought me all the way up to his chin, half an inch more and my center will be placed over his mouth. "Wh-what if I.. like.. s-suffocate you?" I ask, staring down at him. He smirks before pulling my body directly over his face. All I can see are his eyes gazing at me. "It'll be a lovely way to die then." He winks cheekily. I roll my eyes, sighing at his stupid words. "Harry, I don't know how I feel about this."

"It's going to feel amazing, I promise." His warm breath hits against my center and I bite my lip, it's good already. "Now, if you want me to stop just tell me to." I give him an understanding nod - I know the rules by now, most of them at least. Harry immediately begins by lifting his head off the couch to get closer- sliding his tongue through my slit. I gasp at the feeling, I definitely enjoy this portion every single time.

He leans down, smirking up at me. I feel my skin catch on fire - my insides are exploding like fireworks. He returns to the previous position. His strong arms are wrapped around my thighs, holding me in place. Just like any other time, I let out multiple pleasing sounds - a mixture of gasps and moans. Harry's fingertips are digging into my skin, his blunt nails poking me. Normally, while Harry's going down on me, I hold onto one of his hands - his other one usually has to be pressed onto me to keep me on the bed. But this time, I don't know what to do with my hands.

Before anything else, I try to grab onto my breast - Harry does that every now and then during our intimate moments and it always feels nice. I try my best to copy the way he gropes me, but I can't really get the hang of it so I just stop. I sigh irritatingly, grabbing his attention immediately. His mouth lets me go and he furrows his thick brows.

"You don't like it?" He instantly questions, eyes staring holes through me. "No, I, I do. I just.. I.. don't know.. where to.. put my hands.. U-usually I'm.. I'm holding your.. your hand but I-I don't know, Harry. I-" I stop myself, my stupid rambling always seems to get in the way at the worst of times. "How about this.." Harry says, grabbing onto my right wrist. I gulp gently, sort of afraid on where he'll guide it.

To my surprise, he sits it on the top of his head, my fingers automatically slide through his hair. "There you go, already doing it." He smiles proudly at me. I feel my heart flutter, I like it when he gives those kinds of expressions - pleased and proud. "And this one.." He takes my left hand gently, "..I can hold on to." His hand grasps mine, making me feel better already. Without a warning, his mouth returns to suck on my nub - not taking anything easy.

I do as he insisted and grab onto his roots - tugging gently as I feel little washes of absolute erotic pleasure rush through my entire body - he does the most amazing things to me. "Harry.. s-shit." I'm breathless, the intense jolts of ecstasy have made me unable to speak properly. His chuckle sends out vibrations, making my body shudder at the incredible feeling.

My hand squeezes his as tight as I possibly can, I'm sure my knuckles are turning white. His fingers anchor themselves into my skin as I start to thrash - my orgasm quickly approaching. My fingers wrap around strands of his soft hair, pulling harshly as I try to finish what he's gratefully started.

"Harry..Harry..Harry." It's the only word I can say, I'm sure he doesn't mind it. My mouth opens, but I can not speak - my thighs tighten around his head, making me worry that I could possibly hurt him. That worry goes away almost instantly as I reach the climax of my release. My chest is pounding, stomach flipping, head dizzy - it's amazing.


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"You're the best." I smile shyly as Harry passes me the warm mug. "Anything for you, sweetheart." Harry sits down beside me on the couch, his arm sliding around my shoulders. I lean my head against his muscled arm, feeling safe and comfortable beside him. I wrap both of my hands around the large mug, just a precaution - I'd hate to spill it on myself. Gosh, that would be highly embarrassing.

"What're we watching?" Harry asks curiously. I turn my head to look at his profile - he's so handsome. His brows are furrowed and his eyes are narrowed - he's trying to figure out what's playing on the television. "Some romance movie." I mutter, not remembering the title that was displayed on the screen about an hour ago.

Harry just now returned to the living room. He had a phone call to take and also some emails to type up regarding the trip, so I was left alone for a little bit. It wasn't bad, lonely of course, but not bad.

"Paris is going to be fantastic. I can't wait you see your face when we land." Harry's attention transfers from the movie to me, those pretty eyes look over to catch my gaze. I just give him a smile, not really certain about what to say back. Just a second later, his features slightly drop. However, the smile on his lips vanished completely.

"Please at least act like you're excited." He coldly says, leaning away from me. His arm is gone from my shoulders - his elbows are now on his knees as he stares at the coffee table. "Harry." I sigh, sitting up to join in. I sit the hot chocolate on the table, once again not willing to risk spilling it on the nice floor.

I slide over on the cushion, our bodies touching now. I feel a wave of nervousness come through me, but I try my very best to stay strong. "I am excited." I tell him, sliding my arm around his back. He grunts lightly, shaking his head in disbelief. I grip his waist, trying to comfort him the best I can right now. He's not exactly being welcoming to me.

"Oh yeah, I can definitely see it. You're jumpin' with fuckin' joy, hm?" His sarcastic remark doesn't shock me. I can tell he's upset with me, and I wish I could just explain it to him without his backlash. "Harry, I am pumped for this trip." I emphasis this one again, he probably won't take it into consideration though. "Then why aren't you showing it?" He turns his head, looking at me with concerned eyes.

I bite down on the inside of my cheek, he looks so sad, so hurt. I've done this to him - I've made him feel like this, and I hate myself for it.

"I'm tired, honestly. We didn't exactly have a boring evening." I remind him, knowing he'll remember the events that took place not long ago - the same things that lasted nearly three hours. He smirks gently at my comment before making his own. "At least I know you liked something."

"I loved it, and I love you and I love everything you do for me, including the trip." I slide my hand to his shoulder, gripping it tightly. "I know, and I-" Harry's eyes grow wide all of a sudden, taking me by surprise. Was it something I said? Was there something in my teeth? Certainly not, we ate hours ago. "Harry?" I mumble softly, watching his dumbfounded expression turn into one of utter joy.

A grin spreads over his rose colored lips, his brows are high on his forehead, dimples embedded deep into his cheeks. "Are you serious?" He questions, seeming to be in disbelief right now - of what, I don't know. "Wh-what?" I draw my arm back to my own side, he leans back some, staring at me wide eyed and mouth agape.

"Harry, I don't understand what-" I'm cut off by his quick actions, his lips brush against the corner of my mouth. The childish gleam he just displayed has gone away. A romantic, charming side of him has taken over now. "I love you, too."

Before I can even react, He's pushing me back onto the couch, climbing on top of me. "Since you loved it so much, are you up for round two?" He asks in my ear, chewing on my lobe. I snicker lightly, his fingertips tickling my side. "We had round two a while ago." I remind him of these, we had plenty of rounds actually. He chuckles, lifting his head so that our eyes can meet. "Round eleven, then." He corrects himself, that smirk plastered onto his lips. "I'm tired." I mutter, my hands finding their way to his face, pressing gently against his skin.

"Let me do one more thing." He insists, winking as I cave in with a sigh. "This'll put you to sleep." He says with a grin as he gets on his knees in the floor, but not before moving me around so that my back is against the couch and my butt is nearly hanging off the edge. "Why do we even bother getting dressed?" Harry questions, pulling down my underwear. "You said we were finished." I giggle out as he tosses the underwear at my face. I throw them beside me, not wanting them to get in the way of my view.

"I lied." He shrugs a shoulder, licking his lips before dipping his head between my legs. His hands are holding me by the back of my knees, keeping my legs in the air so that he can get to what he wants. I nearly scream as he licks a stripe up my slit, my sensitive nub tingling as he starts to suck on it, hollowing his dimpled cheeks around me.

What a day.

Notes

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