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He grabs my waist aggressively, finding it imperative to devour me. I mean it in the most figurative way, however that's what it almost seemed like. The way his lips touched my body and his hands squeezed anything from thighs, to hips, to ass, and to my breasts that he could so perfectly fit into his rough, large hands. Our mouths move so challengingly. I wanted to dominate him, and he wanted the same only he should be doing the dominating. I slipped my tongue into his mouth, feeling light-headed with awe as he arranged me on the cold stone, small table. By arranged I mean he angrily and impatiently parted my legs, making room for himself between them.
I hum satisfyingly into his mouth, digging my nails into the warm skin of his bare back, up and down as I feel the muscles beneath moving with his work. I feel a sense of pride coming along, lifting my own shirt up to reveal my naked bottom half. He breathes heavily, nearly panting as I bite into his bottom lip sensually, slowly...pulling at it and letting out a purposeful, sexy moan to get him going.
"Fuck, baby," he groans huskily, lips parted with heavy breaths as he looks down at the nothing that prevents his view between my thighs. I lean back, placing my hands on the surface or the table. Knees up, I look into his pale green eyes and the damp curls that from his shower make them remain slick back. The smirk on my face meant a lot of things. One was that his dinner was served.
My head lulls back when he dips down, large hands squeezing my thighs as his lips place soft, suctioning kisses on the highly sensitive skin of my inner thighs. I inhale quietly, awaiting his touch. His nose brushes against them, following the kisses. He hums lowly before whispering, "For the record, I'm not against screaming, and begging. I find it so sexy that you...can't handle it."
My eyes roll back at his cockiness, feeling myself ache more than ever when his breath fans over my heat. "Did you know that a woman murdered her husband while he was giving her oral sex? She grabbed a kitchen knife and stabbed it into his head." I explained warningly in a breath.
He chuckles lowly, kissing gently against my hips and avoiding the main course on purpose. "We're not married, princess. And I highly doubt you'll want to interrupt me while I'm eating."
"Hmm, I --" Instead of letting me finish my sentence, the man wraps his lips around my clit, and sucks profoundly hard. Eagerly, he holds my hips down as he almost angrily sucks and with the tip of his tongue, daringly flicks the sensitive nerve. I sigh heavily, mouth ajar as he licks a bold stripe up and down me repeatedly, and never neglecting my clit as he harshly uses his thumb to rub circles onto it. My thighs feel tingling sensations up and down, ones that pull a loud moan from my mouth. "Harry...Harry," I moan, every call gets louder and higher than the last.
The heat and pace of his tongue and thumb drive me insane. He stops only briefly, removing his thumb from my clit and slipping two fingers of the same hand inside me. I gently mewl, head lulling back. He doesn't move his fingers. I sigh heavily with disappointment.
Hot breath fanning against my clit, he raspily murmurs, "Beg for it, princess."
Releasing the strong grip my teeth had my bottom lip in, I breathe out, "I need it. Please."
He hums, tongue flat against me again, this time his fingers pump in and out of me slowly, menacingly slow. I use one hand to rush it into his hair, grabbing a handful of the lengthy curls and curling my toes when he groaned, sending the sound vibrations towards my sensitive body. "Good girl," he moans deeply in between the attention he gives me.
The pace of his fingers increase. I can't help the way my mouth opens and I moan unable to control myself. My hips shift up, but he forces them back down and mercilessly laps up my soaping wet heat. Everything was so errotic and sexy, and I felt like I have sinned too many times to count every time I cursed and cried out his name. The sounds were shameful, and though the heat made my cheeks pink, so did the way Harry gazed at me occasionally. He would smirk against me, and it was too much.
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."
Speechless, he sighs and scrunched up his nose. He looks like a child when he groans out and shouts, "Seriously?!"
"Seriously," I smile gently to myself, biting into my bottom lip. "If I'm honest, I really...really wanted to."
"Fuck me," he mutters to himself underneath his breath, bitter and frustrated. "Baby, you can't be serious."
"I'm done with this conversation."
He starts yelling after me as I make my way out of the bedroom. "Just when I thought we were bloody over it and you understood, you gotta leave your man all fucking hard and bursting at the seams!"
At midnight, I stood at the kitchen drinking a glass of orange juice. Harry hasn't really left the bedroom, and when I went to check on him he was utterly knocked out, hair a mess and spread out like a star fish on its back. He looked so cute, so I couldn't help but kiss his cheek before leaving him alone.
I drink a glass of water, still reading the amusement book about wives that murderer. My eyes are focused completely onto the book. Fingers absentmindedly play with the buttons of Harry's shirt, moving my lips lightly as I read the words.
"What are you doing up right now?" Harry rasps behind me, tiredly. I turn briefly to see him rubbing his eyes. Hair messy as hell and his boxers lower on his hips than usual, revealing a defined v-line. "Besides teasing the shit out of me."
"Get over it," I mock him from what he said earlier.
Utterly serious, he sighs and grabs my waist, pulling me to him. His arms wrap around my body, lips kissing my cheek. "Look, I don't care that you left me with my dick so hard it could fall off. Literally. I don't care at all. I just care that you're upset. That part of you hates me for lying to you. I don't want any part of you hating me because in your eyes I want to be...part of what makes you happy. Even for the situation we have been in."
I breathe out softly, shaking my head. "I'm not mad...well not as much. I just wanted to...fucking get back at you. Regardless of how childish that sounds."
"It sounds very childish. But haven't we always been a tiny bit childish with one another," he grins down at me. And gosh I love his grin and when he does something other than scowl or glare. "S'fine. I deserved it and I deserve more."
"I could still shoot your foot," I offered.
Harry rolls his eyes, grabbing my face and placing a quick kiss on my lips. "I love you. Please don't shoot my foot. I agree to let you punch me."
"Very well, let's do this."
Parting his lips with a pause, he raises his eyebrows. I wait patiently as he lets go and moves backwards, folding his hands behind his back. "Okay."
I raise my hands, gazing into his eyes as I find my position. My hands clench and I narrow my eyes. He patiently keeps eye contact with me, not showing any sign of regret. Inhaling softly, I move forward and try to trick him with a false hit, but he doesn't even flinch.
Frowning, I ask, "How do you do that?"
"What? Not flinch? Easy--" I go for it, trying to go for his face when he's distracted with talking. But, unfortunately he catches it, and forces my arm down, pinning it to my stomach.
"Hey, no fair. I get a free punch."
"I didn't say it was free nor I wouldn't stop it," he defensively states. My impulses come in, and I force my knee up to his crotch. Knowingly, he blocks that too with his other hand. "No, baby, please. Not that. It's important and I really want to put it to use tonight."
My eyebrows raise, and I push at his chest. I'm oddly determined to get my punch, and Harry knows this. I raise my leg up, successfully making him think I'm kicking, but I swing my arm and my knuckles hit his jaw.
Gasping, my eyes widen as his face turns with the contact. He raises a hand to his jaw, rubbing it as I gush, "Oh god! Sorry, baby. I'm so sorry." But I can't help but laugh.
I grab his jaw and soothingly rub my thumb against the spot I hit. Kissing his lips repeatedly and peppering pecks over his skin, I murmur with a soft laugh, "I'm sorry. So sorry, baby."
"Cata," he mutters, moving his face away from me. "I'm actually quite impressed. It hurt a bit."
"I'm still sorry," I mumble to him, using both my thumbs to stroke either side of his jaw. "It was funny, though."
"I deserved a punch. I've put you through a lot," he confesses. "Plus, I'm actually quite turned on..."
Laughing airily, I exasperate, "Really?"
"Yeah, yeah, I am," he sighs. "That was sexy."
"Yeah?" I question slowly, letting a hand slip down to his bare chest. He bites into his bottom lip. Here we go again.
Within seconds, we're on the bed. My bare body over his, straddling his lap. I moan into his rough kisses, tugging and pulling on his hair. Nails digging into skin, lips sucking, biting. His impatient groans get the best of me so I grab his hard length, sinking down onto it. There's a slight pause, in which we both moan in relief. I never lose contact with his lips. His hands drag up and down my thighs, before lying on his back.
He watches my body as I placed my hands on his chest for leverage, moving up and down smoothly. His lip remains between his teeth, eyes flickering between where we connect to my face, my hips, and my breasts. I feel blunt nails digging into my skin, hands tightening their grip onto my hips. My moans are high and frequent. Harry let's me do all the work, for now. And my head lulls to the side, mouth ajar as I close my eyes in pleasure.
I lean down to get closer to him, chest against chest. My lips find his, slowly kissing him. I soak in the affection and feeling of utter bliss being with him. I push away the negativity that still surrounds us because in the time being, at such an intimate rate, I can't find any. And despite our quickening pace, and the faster our breaths, I manage to kiss him so fully before our movements interrupted.
Our parted lips brush against one another occasionally, eyes locking. This wasn't just our needy, and most of the time angry, sex, but it was with meaning. And I liked that. Although this started out as a potential stupid argument over a free punch, I find that this spontaneous, crazy outcome of our love is the reason why I'm in love with him anyway.
My body is exhausted by the time the shocking, body shuddering affects of my finish are gone. And Harry's is just the same, body lazily lying against the sheets. All while we attempt to regain our composure and breaths. I lay onto him quite in the mood to never move again, bare body pressed against his in laziness. He brings his hands to my hair, stroking the blonde strands away from my face and behind my ears. A
"Hmm...we're absolutely insane," Harry rasps.
"I know," I murmur softly. "I love you, though."
Harry lets out an airy chuckle. "Fuck, I love you."
My nose brushes the skin of his chest, cuddling into him for a few moments before we decided on getting dressed again. This time I dress in a white tank top and cotton shorts, feeling the material of Harry's shirt makes it hard for me to sleep in. I climb into bed just as he does, sporting underwear and a black t-shirt.
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A loud bang shakes me up from my sleep. I gasp loudly, in terror watching around me. The moonlight seeps through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the little space our bedroom has to offer. First thing I notice is Harry's lack of presence, and if he's missing, he must have heard something else, or he could be gone for various purposes, but I try not to think about them. I grab a gun that is on the dresser, tiptoeing outside.
I feel goosebumps rise on my skin, body shuddering from the acknowledged amount of fear that consistently bashes my movement and thoughts. My jaw clenches tightly, and my shoulders become tense. The first step I take around the corner, is the first one I come across a body. Instead of screaming, I aim my gun up until I hear a click, too, the unknown figure loading his gun as well. My eyes widen for a brief second, until the figure moves and the light hits him. Harry.
Sighing in relief, I quietly hiss, "What is going on?!"
He shouts at me in a whisper with just as much force as I used. "Go back to bed! It's dangerous! I think they're someone in here!"
"I'm not leaving!"
"Cata, please, baby girl. This isn't the time," he whispers softly. "Please."
But, he's quite too late as a floorboard creaks behind me. Harry instantly grabs my arm, and pushes me behind him. His gun is aimed directly towards the direction of the sound, and to my dismay there is a figuring standing there. I keep my scream curled into a knot in my throat, forcing myself to pick up some bravery off of Harry like he does. He doesn't react with fear, but with a rare ability to stay calm in drastic situations. Such as an intruder.
I'm not surprised to wake up to this at...maybe three in the morning. It's quite normal now. Has been for a while. What I don't like is the loud, ear-piercing bang of Harry's gun going off towards the intruder. A loud, masculine scream pierces through the air. I cringe to myself, hating the loud noises. Harry moves towards the light, eyes never leaving the intruder. I watch with a clenched jaw when the lights flicker on, and here comes the face of Liam.
He scrunches up his nose in pain, holding an arm and shouting, "What the fuck, Harry?!"
"What the fuck? What do you mean what the fuck? Liam, what the fuck are you doing here?" Harry angrily, loudly snaps.
I stare at the face I haven't seen in quite some time in utter shock.
"Fray wants the girl."
"And why the fuck would you think I'd give you her?"
"I'm not here for her. I'm here to warn you."
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