Trouble!

I hear Harrys voice. “Ok yeah, I’m busy tonight but thanks, see you later Becs.” As I pull the door Harry rushes up behind me and reaches over to hold it closed. “Please don't go,” he breathes quietly into my hair. I turn, apologetic, “I should go.” I say and his face falls. “Why?” he asks. “I guess I need to get home,” I start. “I forgot to text mum and dad so they’ll be worr-“ He moves in closer and his lips touch my forehead. I falter ”and er…the last train is at erm…” his hand moves up to cup my chin and his thumb strokes along my jaw, coxing my lips up to meet his. “So I need to get going…and er” His lips touch mine and I stop talking…breathing, thinking, Oh and BTW I’m sure my heart will need to be jump started again very shortly.

It’s just soft baby kisses to start with. I peep through my eyelashes at his lovely face, so close to mine. I realise I’m still pressed against the door, gripping the handle. I let go and move my hand to his waist. Without the leather jacket, I can feel the smooth firm muscle beneath his shirt.

Our kiss deepens and his lips part, tongue gently easing between mine. We taste each other for a moment; then…”You do realise we’re snogging in a fire exit?” he murmurs. “I know,” I reply, “classy or what?” I add. He takes my hand and leads me further down the hallway to another door. He opens the door and…I hesitate, he turns, worried. ”You don't want to?” he asks surprised. “I don't know,” I say. “This is someones place, seems a bit rude to-“ He cuts me off. “You’re a good girl aren’t you? he says sadly, as the flame in his eyes falters.

Now this is one of those situations in life where its look or leap. Frankly I’d looked at him for long enough and well…this is a dirty fantasy about Harry Styles right? -so lets just get the fuck on with it!

“Not that good!” I say, pushing him roughly into the room. I jump up, wrapping my legs round his waist as he slams us against the wall, locking our mouths together. Now I can feel his firm body gripped between my thighs, I want more. I grab his shirt and haul it off in one swift movement. He releases my mouth and I stretch back, moaning quietly as his lips find my neck. Then, he moves down, pulling aside my bra to take my breast hungrily into his mouth.

I gasp with excitement, my hands work into his curls to pulling his face into me. Suddenly he drops me to my feet and slides his hands to my breasts, pulling both free. We kiss more gently now, both focused on the others body. I run my hands across his smooth firm chest and trace the central line down towards his belt. Do I dare go further?

As though in answer, Harry slides his touch down my sides, over my skirt, cupping each cheek for a moment before stroking down the back of each thigh as far as he can reach…then up. One finger slides playfully under the edge of my knickers (yes I’m English, deal with it) then moves up to the back waist band, hesitating there for a second.

My turn and stroke him, through his jeans. He’s already rigid; and big! really big! I wonder if I can actually take him inside me at all. He smoothes the skin on my ass, pulling me towards him for a deeper kiss. I seriously can’t believe this is happening! I’m making out with Harry Styles! No! I’ll wake up in a sweaty mess any second I’m sure of it. I can’t breathe.

Suddenly, he picks me up and I gasp for air. We cross the room and he sets me down in front of a hall table with a full length mirror behind it. I’m still lost at this point, Harry senses it and takes full advantage dropping to his knees in-front of me. Smiling sweetly, he slides my skirt up my thighs.

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