"Sit. Slowly." He commanded. I inched myself down and as I did, his hands directing to separate my legs wider, eventually spreading them so my legs hung either side of his lap. My head lazily turned to catch a glimpse of Harry bringing his fingers up to his mouth. He sucked on them before pulling them out. "Put your feet on my knees and spead them for me, gorgeous." I did what he old me, his rough fingertips then ran up the inside of my thighs before one hand started stroking me very slowly. His other hand trailed further down, his middle finger teased my entrance. I knew he was being careful, easing the finger in gently. But it didn't stop the small uncomfortable moans falling from my mouth. My head rested back on his shoulder again, struggling to breathe as he pushed in deeper. His strong arm gripped my waist in an attempt to stop me from wriggling.
"Good boy." His raspy tone whispered into my ear.
My body flinched as his finger swirled round before he slowly drew it out and pushed back in again. The steady pace allowed me to feel the ridges and joints in his finger. I felt Harry's chest rise and fall quickly, his heart beat thumping into my back.
"Does that feel good?"
His knees parted my legs wider.
"Louis." Harry demanded.
I couldn't speak, but my hand gripped his forearm, squeezing it. The pleasure pulsing through my body was overpowering. My lashes fluttering finding it difficult to keep my eyes open. Harry withdrew his presence, leaving wet kisses on my shoulder. He suddenly gripped my hips, pushing me up so he could stand. Large hands caught hold of my upper arms, spinning me round and nudging back to the bed.
"Sit."
I sat on the end of the mattress, not really sure what he was going to do next. Harry crouched down in front of me so we were at eye level. His forehead pressed to mine, his sparkling green orbs not leaving my own. I flinched as he trailed his hands down once more, a long finger nudging into me again. His lips curved up upon witnessing my struggle for breath, whimpering. Seconds later it was pulled out. He used his pinky finger to collect the dew of liquid beading from my tip. Harry moved back slightly and I watched as he brought the finger up to his mouth. My eyes widened as his plump lips wrapped round his index, taking it into his mouth and sucking. He hummed before withdrawing. A pink tongue sliding out and over his lips.
"Oh god." He breathed. "I want to taste you properly."
My body froze at his words. He stood to his full looming height as he instructed me to move back. I shuffled away from him as he crawled onto the bottom of the bed.
"Not so far." He chuckled.
Large hands gripped my ankles before he effortlessly pulled me towards him. Harry hovered over me, his full lips pressing to mine in a forceful kiss before trailing along my jaw to my ear. His teeth nibbled the lobe as my fingertips dug into his shoulders. His strength overpowered mine as he carefully pried my thighs apart. He brought his bottom lip between his teeth as he scanned over me before his gaze travelled up to my face. A smirk spread on his mouth before he spoke.
"Touch yourself."
"W-what?" I stuttered.
"I want to see you touch yourself." His deep voice whispered.
He grabbed my hand, tugging it down in between my legs. I gasped at his actions. He raised his eyebrows, nodding at me to continue.
"Go on." He encouraged.
I squeezed my eyes closed, unable to look at him as I slowly wrapped my fingers over my length, slowly stroking my sensitive shaft. Harry's heavy breathing could be heard. My face was splashed with pink, I tried to focus on my touch and block him out, but I found it difficult as I knew Harry was intently observing. I brushed my fingers over my tip, lightly gasping at my own actions.
Chapter Seventeen.
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