Harry
When Liv showed up at my door and pushed her way into my room, I couldn't help but be amused. For a girl who is doing everything she can to convince me she doesn't want me, she finds herself alone with me a hell of a lot more often than necessary. Not that I mind. As she yells at me about Niall and Lexie knowing about my feelings for her, I barely pay attention to what she's saying. Instead I let my eyes shamelessly rake over her body. She dressed in one of those romper things. It's dark blue with little white flowers which should make her look innocent. But the shorts are so short. And the front dips into a deep V exposing a good amount of cleavage. Especially with me towering over her at this angle. She looks sexy as hell, which I couldn't help but tell her when we were at the club earlier. She ignored me but I know she heard it.
Standing in front of me with her tiny fists clenched in anger I can barely control myself. The things I'm feeling for this girl are too intense. I've played nice up until now but I can't do it anymore. Once she slips up and mentions her failure at an orgasm this morning, that's all I can think about. I want to rectify that issue. I want to make her feel pleasure from the top of her scalp all the way to the tips of her toes. And I don't hesitate to tell her that. As soon as the filthy words are out of my mouth she gasps and raises her hand to slap me. Because she knows that's what she's supposed to do. But when I catch her hand, the look on her face gives her real thoughts away. She wants me and I'm definitely not going to stop her.
When her mouth melds to mine it's like fire engulfing fire. There is no thinking involved at all. It's all just carnal need taking over. My hands have a mind of their own, roaming her body while she pushes me back towards the bed. Her lips never leave mine as we tumble backwards onto the soft mattress. I lie on my back while she straddles my lap, her mouth still hungry on mine. I hold her waist while she rocks against me, her movements causing my pants to grow increasingly tighter. She only furthers my pleasure when her lips travel to my neck and her hand to the front of my boxers. It surprises me when she touches me but as soon as she does, I know I need more, and fast. She has this cocky smirk on her face as she sits up and unzips herself, making her clothes pool at her waist before sitting back and waiting for me to make the next move. Her breasts are swollen from her arousal, basically spilling out of the thin lace cups. I feel like she's going to burst at the seams at any minute. I remove the fabric eagerly and barely have enough time to admire her bare chest before I just have to touch her. I flip her over and my mouth is drawn to the soft, fair skin. She arches her back, pushing herself against me while my lips and occasionally my teeth work their way over her. The gasps and moans she makes are music to my ears and give me the encouragement to go further.
After I remove the rest of her clothing I can't help but sit back and stare for a moment. I've fantasized about her so much. But nothing even came close to the sight I'm looking at now. She is completely breath taking. As she lies on her back I let my eyes drag over her body to take it all in. Her breasts are spotted with a few red marks from my lips but I know they aren't going to turn into full blown hickey's. I know better than that. I can't help but lick my lips as my eyes continue travel downward over her stomach into the curve of her hips. She's so soft and feminine. Her whole body just screams sexy to me. And the way she's spread out in front of me, with no reservations or shyness, it's like she knows it. When I start to run my hands up her legs I can see the anticipation clear on her face. I start kissing her stomach and her hands reach out for me but I push them back over her head. Not that I don't want her to touch me. I definitely want her to touch me. But I'm definitely fighting a battle between my two heads here. On the one hand I want to savor every moment. I want to kiss every inch of her body then do it all again. On the other hand, my pants are getting tighter by the second and my body is screaming at me to just do it already. I'm trying to take my time but when she starts writhing and whining beneath me, I have to have her.
