GREEN (RL Harry Styles fanfic)

21. Flushed

I tried to distract myself a million different ways. I knew sewing wasn't going to work, considering how things went earlier this morning. I tried to pass time on my phone and all that did was remind me of the conversation I had just had with Harry. Finally I decided I'd make breakfast.

As I swung my legs off the side of the bed, I groaned. I was so wet to with arousal that I could feel my wetness on my thighs. With each step I took my knees nearly buckled. I was swollen and at my peak of pleasure when Harry had hung up the phone, and that still hadn't changed. Any bit of friction was both too much and not enough.

Scrapping the breakfast idea because there was no way I could make it all the way to the kitchen without breaking my promise to Harry, I opted for a cold shower. I spent the first five minutes or so just standing in the stream of cold droplets with my hands outstretched above me on the tile wall. I had hoped the water would cleanse my racing thoughts and cool my burning core, but everything reminded me of Harry and how our bodies played beautifully with one another. Letting out an audible yell that reverberated off the shower walls, I cursed the fact that Harry had taken me in my shower yesterday. It was all I was thinking about. I closed my eyes to block out the daydreams of water cascading down our wet naked bodies as Harry thrusted his hips up into me and further spread the flesh of my bruised bottom upon the glass.

Closing my eyes only brought on more visions. Harry's body was hauntingly beautiful. I could perfectly envision his sculpted and sketched skin before me. The way the lines of the tattoos shadowed in the definition of his muscles. I swore I could feel the touch of his fingers moving over the soft curves of my body. I could feel the contrast of his cold metal rings against the heat of my flesh. The now icy water did nothing to cool my mind. It only caused my skin to raise with goosebumps, heightening my sensations.

I turned the water to a lukewarm temperature, deciding to shave my legs and clean up. Maybe the mundane activities would distract me. I hadn't really been away from Harry since he scooped me up Friday night, so a little self maintenance was needed. Not that I thought Harry cared at all, he had shown nothing but adoration of my body, but because I wanted to feel his fingers, his lips, and his tongue glide smoothly over my skin. God I couldn't get this boy out of my head.

After an impressive bout of shower contortion to make sure I was hair free in all the desired places, I turned off the water. I toweled dry and headed back to the bedroom to check the time and see if Harry had made any indication that he was on his way. I clicked on the home button illuminating my screen- 12:28 and no notifications. I had hung up with Harry more than an hour ago. I couldn't imagine his meeting would be much longer. I plopped down on the bed, lying on my stomach and propped up on my elbows. My legs were bent up at the knees and my ankles crossed in the air. As I lay there with my phone in my hands I decided to keep this game with Harry going. I swiped up for the camera and raised my right hand up until I had an ideal shot in frame. Honestly, it wasn't intentional, but this was the perfect pose. My large breasts were visible, pressed against the mattress and behind my shoulders was just enough of my ass in view that you could make out its roundness. My pose was reflected in the mirror atop the dresser which sat flush against the wall opposite my tufted headboard.

I opened up my text field with Harry and let out a sigh at the reminder of our conversation. I attached the photo and typed a message to go along with it.

Don't worry, I'm being your good girl.

I pressed send and smirked, hoping my message wasn't merely going to make him prolong my undoing. Just as my screen had gone dark, it lit up again with Harry's reply.

So good babe.

I smiled at his simple but fitting reply. I set my phone down, not wanting to keep the conversation going and get all worked up again. And I waited for him to break me with his kept promise.