Road Trip (H.S.)

Chapter 48

Felicity

A loud, heavy knocking on the door echoes throughout our hotel room. I have no idea who it could be because neither Harry nor I had called for any kind of room service. We told the people at the front desk when we checked in that we didn't need anything extra for our room. I don't think we're supposed to be expecting anyone to show up here.

I stand in the bathroom with nothing but one of the provided fluffy robes on as I finish drying my hair. I'm not going to answer the door looking like this. The knocking sounds again, this time more of a pounding rather than a knock. I peek my head out from the bathroom door, seeing a naked Harry as he hastily pulls on a pair of briefs.

"I'm getting it, I'm getting it. Don't worry."

"I didn't say anything," I laugh as I watch him hop over to the door while trying to slide his legs into a pair of pants.

"Yeah, but you were going to."

"Okay maybe I was," I smile as I bite my lip. Just as he gets to the door, I notice bright red marks at the top of his back, realizing those are my doing. He's about to open the door before I embarrassingly shout out to him. "Wait! Harry, put on a shirt first."

He turns around to look at me, an expression of confusion written all over his face. "Why? It doesn't matter."

"Your back."

Harry attempts to take a glance at the skin on the back of his shoulder but clearly fails to do so. Realization of what I'm talking about kicks in as he nods his head and laughs. He walks over to his duffle bag, grabbing a shirt and effortlessly pulling it over his head. As he ruffles his damp hair, he flashes me a smirk and winks before heading back to the door.

In a rush, I grab some clothes from my bag and walk back into the bathroom to change. As I strip myself from the robe and stand bare in front of the glass shower doors, I have mini flashbacks of my time in there with Harry just moments prior.

It started off innocent as we both stepped into the shower. The two of us actually washed up and laughed as we messed around with the hair products, probably wasting a lot of it. I had attempted to shape his hair into a mohawk with all the shampoo, which caused Harry to laugh hysterically as he saw his reflection through the bathroom mirror. He tried to get all my hair to stick straight up into a point, but because the length is so long it would never stay in place long enough before it would fall in front of my face.

Harry looked adorable when his hair was wet. It would fall in front of his face, sticking haphazardly to his forehead as he would smile at me and laugh. He would shake his head to remove some of the water from his hair, just like a dog would when trying to dry itself, but he would only manage to get his curls stuck on his forehead in an even messier manner.

We were just being so playful and goofy, laughing at every little thing and joking around. But the next thing I knew, my back was pressed up against the cold tiled wall as I felt Harry inside me. I had never had shower sex before, so this was a totally new experience for me. Whereas the sex last night was more romantic and filled with passion, this time was pure lust and the utter need to feel the other. With the water running over us and the way his hips increasingly picked up the pace, I couldn't contain my feelings of pleasure. I might have been a little too loud, so I hope no one in the adjacent room heard us. I was overwhelmed with ecstasy, my legs trembled so much so that Harry had to pick me up to keep going.

At the current moment my legs still feel a little wobbly, so I'm hoping they'll be fine by the time we leave to go out. It doesn't look promising, which I guess means that I'll have to pretend everything is alright.