Red String 2 {h.s}

Chapter 15

"Amy..." he says it sternly, like a warning but that only spurs her on.
"Careful," he adds.

"Take off your clothes," is her only response. "I want to touch myself watching you touch yourself."

Harry doesn't waste any time obeying her words, removing his clothes quickly. She is happy to see how hard he is already from watching her, and resists the urge to walk forwards and touch him herself. Instead she watches as he strokes lazily, observing her rub herself as well. When a soft moan escapes her mouth, she sees his face scrunch up in a scowl, like not being able to touch her is torture.

But that's exactly what she's doing. She knows Harry loves practicing restraint. Loves proving to himself how in control he can be. She sees it with his commitment to fitness, or when he does a juice cleanse, or his ability to not respond to negativity on social media. Or even how long he pursued her via emails after only meeting her once. He knows there are so many areas of his life that are out of his control so he takes it back wherever he can.

Harry loves taking charge in the bedroom and Amy enjoys relinquishing control to him. She knows to not give it easily though. To let him feel like he took it from her in a tension filled battle that always ended with two winners. Where's the fun in an easy score? He's had nearly a decades worth of easy, and he likes that even after all this time that Amy still challenges him. Still makes him work for it.

Harry has been purposely not pushing himself, wanting to make sure he is ready for her when she lets him. But Amy isn't doing the same, and watching her edge closer is making it harder for Harry to keep himself in check. Without thinking about it, he is pumping himself harder as he watches her eyes close and her head fall back against the wall, rough circles etching themselves on her sensitive bundle. He knows she is close, he can see it in the tension in her legs and the tightness of her eyes clenched shut. Half of him wants to stop her before she gets to her high and the other half wants to watch her come unraveled, never having watched it from this distance. The internal debate rages on as they both get closer, and then Amy makes the decision for him when he hears her shout out, her orgasm hitting her hard and her eyes pop open to stare at him.

He lets go of himself and takes three large strides, closing the distance between them quickly as he picks her up and places her on the dresser. His lips meets hers feverishly, a jumble of lips and tongues, neither able to keep up.

"Fuck, baby, that was so hot," he pants out.

"I can't believe you let me finish," she responds, out of breath.

"I was trying to store the memory for future purposes," he admits, making Amy giggle.

"You ready?" he asks her, running his hand up her chest before resting it gently around her neck, his thumb running up and down.

"Ready for what?"

He doesn't respond, but pushes into her at the same time his hand grips her neck tighter. She sucks in a breath of surprise and she's grateful for it as she feels like she is going to need it. His pace is quick and he moves her one leg, changing his angles ever so slightly. She helps him by twisting too and then making it very clear verbally that he has his angles just right.

"Right there! Don't stop!"

Harry is grateful that almost all furniture on a boat is attached as he is certain their actions would have toppled a regular dresser. He knows they can't be too loud, there are children on the boat after all, but that doesn't slow him down.

He can feel the pressure building in his stomach and lower back, and he checks on Amy and sees the tension in her body building too. She is clenching him hard in the way that shows him how close she is and it pushes him even closer with each tightening. He takes his hand off her neck and reaches his fingers towards her mouth, watching her not hesitate and immediately open her mouth to take them in. She sucks on them harshly and he watches her while he bites his bottom lip, nearly drawing blood. Sucking Harry's fingers while getting practically fucked into the dresser are enough to push Amy over the edge and she opens her mouth to cry out and Harry places his hand over her mouth stifling the sound. Watching her face in ecstasy, he feels himself still before spilling into her, his breath coming out in huffs.

Her hands move to his shoulders, attempting to right herself as she lays kisses on his cheeks and jawline. He tries to catch his breath, feeling dizzy from how hard his orgasm hit him. He leans his forehead against hers, both staring at each other while he rubs his thumb on her cheek, having a silent conversation about the connection they just shared. Even when it's hard and dirty, like it was, each time makes them fall deeper in love with each other. That the level of intimacy that they've reached keeps stretching further and further.

"Do you think it's like this for everyone?" she asks.

He doesn't have to ask for clarification. He knows exactly what she means. She's talking about the way their bodies mesh so well together. The way they both know just how far to push the other before letting the arrow go. The way they physically seem to share their own language when they're close like that. The way that there always seems to be an electric tension between them, that at any given moment could explode into a passionate exchange. That every minute spent not having sex feels like foreplay until the next time, even when they're not in the same city and there's days or weeks between romps. No, Harry doesn't think it's like this for anyone else.

"If it was, I think everyone would be a lot happier," he responds.

Her lips pull up in a smile and she stares at Harry with what can only be described as heart-eyes. And he sees it, sees her looking at him like he is not only someone worth loving but someone worth loving for the rest of her life. Someone worth growing old with. Someone she looks forward to having not only kids with but grandkids too.

A/N: Hello lovely people! It has been sunny all week here in Vancouver where I live and it has boosted my mood considerably!

I'm finally a chapter ahead in writing so I'm excited about that. Also...Harry is OPENING THE GRAMMYS! Wow! James Corden also said today to be ready for Harry's outfit! Ahh!

TPWK

-Kay xx