Lone [MATURE HS]

Chapter 19.*

He leans down and supports his weight with his elbows beside my head, and he kisses feverishly down my body. His plump lips let out small breaths against my skin, ghosting his lips over my breasts and inducing my goosebumps. I shut my eyes, hands smoothing out his curls as his lips wrap around my left nipple. My teeth bite into my bottom lip harshly, hearing the suction of his lips and the filthy popping noise they make as he pulls away. He does the same to the other one just as the bottom of my foot desperately runs up and down the wrinkled sheets in frustration.

He purposely runs his hands over my breasts again, thumbs circling the sensitive skin and eyes focused on them. He looks up at at my face, just as I open my eyes, and he talks to me with his mouth right above mine. "Gonna fuck you so good, baby," he murmurs deeply. My eyes are glued to his . My lips part while I become flustered and my cheeks heat up, not minding the dominance he seems to have and enjoy having over me. "Until you beg and beg me to make you come." A soft moan pushes past my lips at his promises, seeing the Harry he warned me about.

Harry then leans away from me, pulling my legs up and holding my knees up, telling me, "Keep your knees up like that for me." I do so, and I'm surprised when pulls me forward on the bed until I lay on the edge of the bed. Harry stands, eyeing me as he slips into into me, rendering me speechless, and gliding almost through my soaked, warm and tight core. He sighs to himself, panting breath mixing with the sound of rain and my own labored breathing. He grabs my thighs tightly, wrapping his arms underneath my knees and angling me as he begins to thrust his hips forward. He pushes so deep...so deep and my mouth falls open, a silent cry never leaving my throat.

His rhythm is paced quicker and harder, the filthy noises our bodies make when connected. The quiet whimpers that escaped my mouth as he continues to go so deep into me. His chest is flushed a light pink, glistening skin and slacked jaw. He looks sinful, dark look in his eyes aimed at my tense body. I find myself enjoying every second.  Harry looks at my chest, and breasts and how they bounce with his thrusts. I fist the sheets beside me, raising my hips a little higher.

"That's it, baby," he can't help himself but talk to me, giving him a sense of control, panting it out between harsh breaths and hard thrusts. "Fuck," he breathes. He looks down where he's pushing in and out of me, cheeks flushed and chest glistening with sweat. His golden cross necklace sticks motionless to his sweaty skin, as his hair moves swiftly against his cheeks. I look at him, loving the way he looks like this.

My hitched breaths keep pace with his rolling, grinding hips. I place my hands over my bouncing breasts, squeezing tightly and panting to myself, a whimpering mess. He flickers his bright eyes right to mine, and I grip the sheets tighter. I release a loud moan before feverishly digging my nails nails into my raised knees, shutting my eyes unable to look him.

Harry stops suddenly, pulling out and leaning over me and moving me up the bed. He unwraps his arms from my knees. He instructs me to keep them up myself. When he slips back in, in the missionary position, he sinks in deep and pulls me back into a blissful state."Dios mio," I let out in a soft moan, looking at his focused face, furrowed eyebrows and sweaty brow, hair matted against his cheeks. His hips teasingly rolling into mine. I grab handfuls of his hair, kissing up and down his jaw unable to keep myself from coming all over him. He feels the squeeze and the shudder, my thighs shaking lightly. He looks down at me, breath fanning against my lips. "Mmm," he groans beneath his breath, lips closed.

I feel instantly drained, grabbing his hair and tugging, whimpering into his mouth and lightly biting into his bottom lip. "H-harryy...," I drag out in a breath. My nails dig into his back, lips sucking on his as he can't take it anymore. His hands squeeze the sheets in two balled fists, and I sputter out a helpless moan before he pulls out of me. He sits on his knees, gripping himself as warm spurts land over my stomach. Panting, I lay on my back motionlessly as he lies next to me, muttering a breathless "fuck" under his breath.