Zulema [h.s.] COMPLETED

Chapter 7*

Eventually his hands traveled up her waist, underneath the thin fabric. Zulema moaned as he cupped her chest in his large hands, squeezing tightly as he groaned internally. He needed to be inside of her already.

Zulema opened her eyes as Harry shoved her off of his lap, flipping her onto the bed as her medium length hair spread across his mattress. He admired the sight from his angle as she looked down at him with her twinkling brown eyes, shirt so high up her waist he was able to see the curve of her breasts.

He looked at her for a few more seconds before she giggled, sitting up, "your time is up."

Harry was confused, "what do you mean?"

She sat on her knees, "having your way with me. Your time is up."

"Oh," he breathed. Was she going to leave him hanging again?

"Sit against the headboard," she ordered him and his heart beat sped up the way it always did when she told him what to do. He liked it in a way. It was different for him. It was hotter.

Zulema smiled before crawling over to him and sitting herself on his lap. She reached over to his nightstand where there was already a condom laying on top. The girl grabbed it, tearing it open with her teeth and grabbing the hem of his boxers, grabbing his dīck from under the thin cloth. He watched as she rolled it onto him.

Zulema leaned into him to say in his ear, "let's remember who is in charge, okay?" Her voice was so damn seductive and Harry nodded slowly, excited for some reason besides the fact that he had a hard on.

With that, she slid out of her panties and centered herself on top of him. He'd anticipated this for a while now and felt so relieved as he felt her slick walls around his shaft. His mouth created an o shape as her body slowly rose and then fell on him.

He gripped her waist, fingers holding her so tight, her skin that surrounded his fingertips began to turn red. She was so damn crazy yet so damn sexy at the same time and he loved every bit of it.

"Fuck," he heard her moan above him, her head thrown back. Harry's hand trailed up to where her shirt was raised in which he lifted it so he was able to see her bare breasts. He bit his lip before leaving a trail of kisses in between their crease. He made his way onto her nipple, sucking on the bud as he then felt her tugging at his hair tightly.

He moaned around her breast, the sensation pleasing to her, "fuck, keep doing that," he heard her say.

He groaned when she gave a particular thrust causing him to release a strangled whimper. He couldn't handle the pressure as he felt himself close but so soon.

Zulema moaned as she relished the feeling of him inside of her. At first, it felt slightly uncomfortable because she wasn't used to it, but it became so much better soon after.

Her fingers dig harshly into his shoulders as she rode him faster, causing her to whimper when she went deeper- just when she thought she couldn't go any further.

"Don't come yet," she practically demanded, her voice hoarse and almost inaudible as she continued to move her body up and down on him.

Harry nodded, "b-but it feels so good," he stuttered into her neck, leaving sloppy kisses and Zulema could feel his saliva all over her skin, making her hotter.

She wrapped her arms around his head, tilted her neck so he'd have more access to her as Zulema was practically stuffing his face all over her skin.

"Not yet," she breathed as she went faster. He scrunched his eyes not sure if he was able to any longer with that feeling deep down below his navel that was only progressing more and more. Was she crazy, expecting him to hold that shït in?

"I can't," he groaned into her chest before feeling himself spill into the condom, the blood rushing through his cöck no longer there as much.

He heard her chuckle above him for a split second before it turned into a loud moan, "oh fück," her movements became slowed down and he saw the relief on her face and tint of red on her cheeks as she bit her lip, trying her best to conceal the moans aching to spill out.

Eventually she stilled, jaw slightly slacked before looking down at Harry who looked at her with wild eyes. Her lips attached to his as it was a chaste one. Harry felt confused and bewildered at the sudden action. It was quick but seemed to last forever.

Zulema's eyes opened slowly as she locked eyes with him. She chuckled, "I thought I told you to hold it."

Harry panicked, "I-I-"

"See that's the thing about people. They think too much about how the orgasm will feel like, they don't actually feel it," she told him, expressionless.

Harry didn't say anything. He was oddly bewildered, not sure what she was trying to say. It was certainly a first and in a way made him think

Zulema began to laugh, "relax, I'm just playing with you. Next time don't come so quick," she patted his shoulder before getting off of him. She pulled her shirt down before reaching beside him for her panties and hopping off the bed.

Harry watched as she got dressed, confusion written all over his face before tying the condom and growing it into the bin beside him and tucking himself back into his boxers.

"Where are going?" He raised a brow.

Zulema looked at him as she finished getting ready, "home," was all she said.

Harry nodded. In a way, he felt like telling her to stay. That he didn't want her to leave. But he didn't.

"Bye," she gave him a small smile before she kissed him on the forehead.

Harry didn't say goodbye. He watched her leave, not even bothering to ask how she was even getting home so late at night. And it wasn't because he forgot. It was because he didn't care. At least he told himself that.