Harry Styles imagines

Steamy Love

"Fuck."

She couldn't think, she couldn't breathe. The only thing Y/N was able to focus on was the pleasure and the tingles she felt in her lady parts while she eased herself down Harry's cock agonizingly, yet deliciously slow. The fire within her had fully expanded and hunger had completely taken control over her. He was stuffing and stretching her so good. The chilly air in the bedroom did little to cool down her hot body. Each fiber of her being was under heat.

She snaked her trembling hands around his neck, pushing her upper body as forward as possible. The sensation of her hard nipples against his naked chest and the wetness of her vagina elicited a deep growl from the young musician's throat. This was too good to be true. Y/N feared this steamy moment could be a fragment of her imagination, that Harry was still on tour and far away from her. But the pressure by which he held Y/N close to him and the small pain she felt in her back, due to him digging his fingernails into her delicate skin, were assuring enough to make her realize he had really returned. This was NOT a dream.

After torturing months of longing and loneliness, the young lovers had finally found themselves back in the arms of their significant other. Y/N felt like, now that Harry was by her side, she was able to breathe properly again. Clearly, she had no idea of how she had survived this long without his presence, acknowledging the fact that she was normally attached to his hip- but still, she was proud of herself because she had managed to live temporarily without him- even though it hadn't been easy. It had been painful and nerve-wrecking. Sometimes, she had been at the verge of losing her mind. Harry had left visible marks on her daily life that were difficult to ignore. So, whenever something had happened or when she had seen something unusual, she instantly wanted to call out for her boyfriend, forgetting the fact that he was touring on the other side of the world, leaving her with nothing more than a text message to send to him. Certain circumstances hadn't allowed her to join him on tour, otherwise she wouldn't have batted an eyelash and had left with him. It was as if, by this way, fate had been challenging her, testing her, and with Harry's return, she felt as if she was rewarded for passing the challenge. Because she had been patient.

Of course, her patience would pay off. They both were going to have the best welcome sex they had after years. They would first start off with a gentle and romantic lovemaking, exploring each centimeter of their bodies attentively before they'd fuck each other's brains out in round two. Over the course of the last weeks, the only source of satisfying their sexual needs were either their hands or sex toys, but sometimes neither did do the trick. Don't get them wrong- Harry loved phone sex and watching Y/N orgasm over Skype, but nothing felt more satisfying than or could compare to the feeling of her tight walls squeezing and tightening around his length. The same applied to his love. The only thing that was able to get her off was Harry himself.

With both of them sexually frustrated, you can only imagine what they had done as soon as they had stepped into Y/N's apartment after the ride from the airport. Their clothes had vanished, surprise, before they could even reach the bedroom. Now, they were situated on her bed with Y/N on top of Harry's lap and his dick between her legs.

"Why aren't you moving?" she heard him rasp as he was peppering her bare shoulder with gentle pecks. She detected the slight confusion in his voice. Normally, they would get straight to business. Thus, she couldn't blame him for being bewildered. The reason why she hadn't moved yet was mixed with the need to feel him, his excitement, to savor this moment. She'd been deprived of his warmth long enough.

Instead of answering, she tightened her grip around his neck. Tears started to well in her eyes, and before she could even stop them, they were already running down her cheeks. Harry noticed the light shake of her shoulders and instant worry consumed him.