LONG DIRTYDIRTYDIRTY HARRY STYLES #IMAGINE -RATED R-

I bit his lip and he groaned in want but nonetheless pumped his fingers. I knocked my hips causing more friction and he held me against the wall now so that he could grab the shower head. I now realized what he was going to do.

“No, Harry, I won’t be able to take it.” I pleaded as he brought it down to my center. He ran it up my leg and over my breasts; my body betrayed me as I arched my back wanting more. He ran it down to between my legs and applied the constant stream of water to my throbbing clit. 

I became a whimpering mess. I clutched onto his shoulders and bent my legs as they shook and trembled from the intensity. He kept the pressure firmly placed there while my orgasm shook through me.

I bit my bottom lip to supress my cries of pleasure. When it was over he hung up the shower head and turned off the water. He lifted me up and carried me out of the tub placing me back down on the lush mat outside.

He entered me slowly causing my body to shake a little more. He swept my hair to the side held up my body with his forearm.

I put all my weight into my hands as i attempted to support myself. He nipped my ear asking if I was okay and I nodded my head so he could begin.

He slammed into me with so much force I had to prop myself up with the mirror. One hand was pushing against it and I was scared it was going to break.

That thought slipped my mind as he pulled out and my body went backwards with him before being hurtled forwards by a powerful thrust. I shut my eyes and moaned. 

“Say my name.” he demanded pumping into me. 

“I-I, Har,” I couldn’t get out his name, he was fucking me so hard I couldn’t bloody remember it.

“Say it.” he said.

“Harry, - Harry.” I choked out breathlessly. 
He kissed the nape of my neck again and the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room.

I was nearing the end but with his stamina I knew he was no where near his. He flipped me around and lifted me onto the counter pulling me to the edge. He inserted into me with no warning and my back flew into the mirror.

“Harry,” I could only see white behind my eyes. 

“You’re close?” He asked and I nodded weakly.

This orgasm was intense. More intense than anything I’ve ever had before. I lost track of the time as I clenched and tightened and moaned. His name along with profanities was the only thing that left my lips.

The feeling of me around him sent him into his own mess as he panted my name and spilled into me.

Our juices mixed together and spilled out and I could feel it running down the backs of my thighs. I finally floated back down to reality at the same time as him and he rested our foreheads together.

He rested inside of me as I wasn’t ready for him to be out of me yet. We kissed a few times before he trapped my upper lip between his teeth and teethed it gently.

He kissed my nose as he pulled out and I winced at the loss between my legs. I clamped my legs shut.

It hurt so bad not to have him in me. He chuckled as he noticed how I wasn’t able to move and he grabbed a towel before carrying me bridal style to our bed.

He wrapped me up in it before leaving me. He came back into the room with he towel slung lazily and low around his slender hips. 

“That was nice.” He smiled laying down beside me. I curled into his side and he wrapped an arm around me pulling me in close. 

“I’m sore.” I complained although I loved it. 

“I actually had intentions of getting clean.” He laughed. 

“I like when you’re dirty better.” I smiled.

“Can I come to the gym again?” I asked smiling up at him. 

“Only if you’ll be my press up partner.” He rubbed circles on my back. 

“Deal.” I said kissing his neck and cuddling into him even more as thoughts of his sweaty body hovering over me clouded my mind.