Unforgettable

51.

Not to mention they can move on their own, like a fifth bloody limb.

I really am far to much like a kid with a new toy when it comes to this.

"Joey normally I love you looking at my dick but you're really starting to creep me out" Harry had said, looking at me sideways before he went to step under the stream of the shower and rins the suds from his long hair.

"Sorry, just feel more of a bond with it now I guess" I replied; tearing my eyes away from it to watch the water and soap trickle down his torso into the indents of his hips.

"A bond?" Harry chuckled, smoothing his hands over his face to wipe the water from it when he was done rinsing his hair.

"Yeah, it's been inside me" I explained and Harry smirked, lifting his hand to twinkle his fingers at me.

"That mean you feel a bond with these too?"

"Yeah, but I think he's my new favourite" I grin, gesturing to his crotch.

Harry grinned back, taking hold of my wrist and pulling me towards until I was flush against him; tilting his head down to look at me "Good - you've always been my favourite"

I scrunched my nose up at him "Kiss ass"

"With pleasure, bend over for me" He teased but I know for a fact he wasn't joking.

I squinted my eyes at him, giving him a suspicious look "You're cheeky after you've gotten laid"

Harry turned me by gripping my shoulders, pulling me back against him so my shoulders pressed flush against his warm damp chest; feeling the hot water that was hitting his own shoulders trickle down his front in between us.

He grabbed some body wash from the shelf in the shower, dripping some into his hand to then lather his hands together and slip them around to my front; sliding his soapy palms over my stomach.

Is he washing me....?

Can't say I've ever had someone do that, well - a partner.

He is my partner right? Is that what I'd call him?

Boyfriend sounds fucking weird.

I guess that's a conversation we're gonna have to have at some point but I'm in no rush, labels haven't really worked out for me so far anyway.

The label I had slapped on my sexuality is a good indicator of that.

"I've always been cheeky love, told you - I've just been behaving myself around you" he murmurs with an innocent tone to his voice while he hovers his face next to mine to look over my shoulder and watch what his hands are doing.

His hands smooth up to my breasts, sliding over them with the slickness from the soap and his fingers flex and massage into my flesh.

Nope he's just using this as an excuse to cop a feel - the little tart.

"Having fun there?" I ask with an accusing tone, looking down to see his large hands take gluttonous hand fulls of each breast, massaging them and dragging his thumbs over my nipples.

"Just makin' sure I don't miss any spots" he says sounding like butter wouldn't melt in his damn mouth and I roll my eyes.

"Youre so full of shit" I say, resting my head back against his chest while he moves his hands to run down my arms; then slipping his arms around my waist and pulling me under the water with him to rinse the soap away.

Harry laughs to himself, and flattens his palms over my stomach, rubbing patterns over it and kisses my cheek "Oh no - I've been caught, what ever shall I do?"