Dust Bones [Harry Styles]

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I see nothing because I close my eyes as I release. My body loses strength and I cry almost like pain but nowhere near as Harry licks up my mess. There's a moment of pause before he sits up, looking to me with parted lips. I can't help but be more turned on when he wipes the corners of his mouth with his thumb, licking his lips and sucking on the finger.

He pulls me forward, wrapping my legs around his waist and nudging his nose against mine. I sighed heavily, satisfied and relaxed. He gazes over my face, whispering, "Felt good, didn't it, baby?"

"Hmm, it was okay," I breathe out teasingly.

This earns no reaction from him because he knows he brings me over the edge every time regardless. I watch as he grabs his own crotch, evidently hard and needy behind the tight confines of his boxers. I watch, still in a daze, when he pulls me up and wrapping my legs around his waist, he moves on to the bedroom.

I land on the cushion of the mattress. As a result, the bed squeaks quite loudly at the abrupt momentum. I lay back, staring at the ceiling before his hand grasps my chin. He kneels between my legs, angling my face forcefully to look at him. His eyes follow his fingers as they rapidly undo the buttons of his shirt that I previously wore. I sit up and let him slip it right off and throw it to the floor. Now entirely naked, I use my hands behind me to handle my weight, allowing me to sit up.

Harry takes his time, alluring gaze taking in my body for the second time tonight. I watch him carefully, lifting one hand to grab his chin. The way his eyebrows raise, I know he didn't expect that. I pull his face close, so close he uses a hand against the mattress to keep all his weight off of me. Noses brushing, I darkly whisper, "I'm doing it tonight."

He doesn't respond. His eyebrows furrow slightly, and as I beckon him to lay down with a nod, he clenches his jaw. The loss of control makes him reluctant. But we both know we're too aroused by one another to care what it is we're doing. I take my rightful place on his lap, giggling when he groans at the pressure pushing into him. My fingers hook into the band of his boxers, moving closer to him until our faces are quite closer again.

"Do you want me?" I ask him softly, biting into my bottom lip.

Harry's nostrils flare, and he clears his throat with a gulp. "Fucking tease."

"What?" I persist, tone warningly. My hand suddenly slips through his boxers, grabbing his hard cock.

He frowns darkly, groan at the back of his throat. Sighing, he rasps, "Yes, baby. I want you."

My ego seems to grow at a highly accelerated rate. I pout my lips, softly whispering, "How bad?" No answer. He clenches his jaw again. I squeeze his length and run my thumb over his tip teasingly slow.

He moans and throws his head back. "Fuck...," he whispers beneath his breath. "Really bad, so bad." He exhales loudly.

Humming, I rip my hand away from him and get off of him. Utterly surprised and in awe, he stares at me from the bed. I look to him as I start to dress myself again. Harry watches, completely frustrated and furiously realizing what I'm doing.

"What the fuck?" Harry snaps, on the bed all bothered, hot, and hard. "Cata."

"Yeah?" I respond nonchalantly, slipping on a pair of underwear.

"Are you really going to leave me all bloody rock hard!?" Harry growls, clearly furious.

Running my fingers through my hair, I turn to him and say, "Yeah...I think I am."

"Fucking hell," he spits. "Are you god damn out of your mind."

I cross my arms over my chest, announcing, "Oh, yeah. See...I deserve some kind of...retaliation. I can't let you get away with everything, you know."