No Strings Attached (Harry Styles)

Chapter Twelve

"Wait" he spat with what seemed like a look of anger but that all changed once I saw the sleigh smirk growing on his face, I pushed his face into my area, trapping him in with my now interlocked legs. We had never done oral before, and I had no experience with this subject, but by the looks of it Harry knew exactly what he was doing. His mouth on my area gave a new warm feeling to my insides, it was as if we had found another way to connect. His tongue gliding across my area, it felt right in many ways that I can't even bring myself to say or explain because this feeling was so alien to me yet so warming and known.

"Harry it feels good" I moaned out in anticipation, his speed quickened and I could feel my walls tightening up in response.

"H-Harry I'm C-Close" I moaned out and it was as if on cue his velocity was at an extreme as I reached my high and he slurped it up.

"Hmm you taste so good" he said while licking his perfect pink plump lips, his lips came crashing on mine in a very heated make out session.

"Did you like how you taste babe?" He asked with a smirk, I just smirked in return, taking this time to flip us around.

"My turn" I said straddling the beautiful human being

"Have you done this before?" He asks as I am in the middle of giving him a love bite

"Nope, you'll have to walk me through it" I mumbled against his lips as a smirk grew on his face.

"I'd be delighted to" he mumbled brushing our lips together, at this moment I wanted him to be mine. I kissed my way down his bare chest until his Tommy Hilfiger underwear were in plane site, pulling down his pants as I glanced at his restricted area. Rubbing it slightly with my palm, a throaty moan emitted from his throat, that is until his underwear had finally reached the floor. I stood back in pure 'awe' his body is flawless, perfect in ever way. I made my way back up his body, until his lips were molded with mine in one. I felt a smirk grow on my lips causing him to mimic my actions. I kissed down his body causing a few throaty moans to emit here and there, until I finally reached my destination, his HUGE member. I kissed the tip before placing it in my mouth as I peered up at the beautiful human being in front of me, his head rolled back in pleasure as I circulated the tip with my tongue.

"Stop being a tease, its not a loli" he said with a chuckle

"What do I do now?" I mumbled against his member causing him to moan from the vibration of my vocal cords

"Bop your head back and forth, but don't strain yourself.. What ever you cant fit in your mouth, pump with your hands" i nodded and began to bop my head, taking in a little bit more with each bop, my mouth was soon adjusted to his size and just as he instructed I pumped what ever I was not able to take in. His hands clutched on tight to the blanket under us, I loved this side of Harry. I had complete control over him, I guess thats why we love intimacy as much and cant function with out it because when we are pleasuring each other we are putty in one another's hands wanting to have complete control over each other before he beats me to it. Before love takes its course through your body and makes you feel like he will always have this sort of control over you that blinds your common sense. This sort of connection, that always gets you wanting to pick what benefits them over what could benefit you, what can you do to protect them? This question is repeatedly imprinted at the back of your cranium, even if that person doesn't need protection. All your might goes into this one person. I truly don't understand why people spend all there lives looking for there soul mates to fall in love because with love comes sacrifices, lies, betrayal, hurt, confusion and disappointment. Love blinds the weak and makes them weaker and soon you realize that the weak are the ones who fall. I sure learned that from my past serious relationship. I mean c'mon people, just watch all the twilight movies and the Leonardo Dicaprio movies, if after seeing these you still have that unsatisfied dream inside you to find love, then you are mental, honestly. What is love anyways? His hands released the blanket and lost themselves in my hair, he pulled in excitement and encouragement, bopping my head fast.