I took a sip of my hot coffee as I gazed out of the window on to the quiet streets of Primrose Hill. It was a Sunday afternoon and I was taking some time out after a busy week at work; just me, myself and the world enclosed in the pages that lay open in front of me.
Life was good. In fact, life was more than good. I’d secured a good job that I enjoyed and for the first time in months had money to spend on myself, rather than solely on tedious bills and living expenses. I was seeing the world in a different light. The skies were bluer than ever and I’d begun to notice the freshness of the air around me much more often than I had done before. Primrose Hill was my London Nirvana, and it reminded me that city life wasn’t just about sweaty overcrowded tubes and corporate affairs. I sighed contentedly, smiling to myself as my mind wandered back to the world of the book I’d become so engrossed within; eyes quick to find the place in which I’d left off.
Just as I settled and turned the page, the door to the small, intimate café flew open and banged shut, stunning the few people that I was sat amongst into silence. The figure stood there breathless; head completely covered up by a grey think-knitted beanie that pushed a few wayward strands of chocolate hair across his temples and cheeks. His coat was pulled high around his neck and his shoulders were hunched, as if doing his very best to keep his identity hidden. He kept his head down, yet I could see a slight smirk playing on his lips; evidence of his amusement at the startled scene he’d caused. I watched him for a moment, curious about his abrupt entry, wondering what the cause was for his sudden fluster and sharp rasps of breath. My heart began to drum rapidly against my chest as he stared right at me, his eyes soft and warm and so fiercely intense that I couldn't bring myself to look away from him until the room fell back into a relaxed murmur of chattering, and it was only then that I lowered my eyes to the page once more.
“Sorry, do you mind if I sit here?”
My eyes snapped upwards to meet the figure that had previously interrupted the stillness of the café. His fingers were already unbuttoning his heavy black trench coat and he’d pulled the chair outwards with his foot, ready for him to sit on. I looked around to see that all the other tables and chairs were occupied. I’d been too wrapped up in my book and daydreams to notice people entering.
“I guess I don’t have a choice, do I?” I smiled, watching him as he grinned down at me.
“Not really” he joked, before slipping his coat from his arms and hanging it on the back of the chair.
It was only then that I recognised the person in front of me; an unmistakable perfect grin matched with an unmistakable charming presence. I could feel my eyes widen and jaw threatening to drop, so took a hurried sip from the mug in front in an attempt to disguise my surprise. I wasn’t sure whether he’d noticed or not, but I assume from the amused look on his face that he’d caught my expression.
I rested the mug back on the table and cleared my throat.
“Dare I ask what the sudden entry was for?” I laughed, subconsciously circling the rim of my mug with my index finger.
“Paps.” He rolled his eyes. “Can’t escape them.”
“Well that’s the price you p-“
“-Pay for being Harry Styles. Yeah yeah, I know” he laughed. “If I had a pound for each time somebody said that, I’d be rich.” I couldn’t help but laugh at his remark. “How about you?” he continued. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh you know, same.”
He grinned, reaching for his bag and pulling his wallet out. “Can I get you anything? As an apology for my unwelcome intrusion.”
“No no, I’m fine thank you” I replied coolly, even though I was almost out of coffee.
Harry returned a few minutes later with a tray with two steaming mugs on and a plate of cake.
I frowned up at him, but he interrupted before I could say anything.
“Well you were pretty much out of coffee and I wanted cake and refuse to eat it by myself. Have you seen how big it is?”
I laughed as he placed the tray on the table. He was right- it was probably the biggest slice of chocolate cake that I’d seen in my life, covered in a rich brown butter icing with chocolate flakes on top. It looked like a heart-attack on a plate.
“Thank you very much” I smiled, pushing my empty mug to the side and taking the fresh cup from the tray. “You didn’t have to.”
He smiled warmly. “No I didn’t, but I wanted to.”
The hot pink blush that I’d be resisting rose to my cheeks, burning the skin as I looked up at him from beneath my lashes; overcome with a mixture of flattery and embarrassment that I’d let his words affect me so easily. No wonder so many women had fallen victim to his charm.
Thirty minutes or so passed and we’d cleared our mugs and the plate, filling out the time in between bites and sips with random and mindless conversation.
“I guess I’d better be off” I smiled, gathering my book and phone from the table and sliding them into my bag. “Thank you for the drinks and cake. Like I said, you didn’t have to.”
Harry stood up from his chair as I pushed mine out, smiling back at me. “And like I said, I wanted to.”
We both exchanged shocked glances as a hard rain suddenly began to lash violently against the window. I walked towards the door and pulled it open slightly, peering out on to the wet grey pavement as water began to spill over the drains. Rain spluttered against my face as I stood there, trying to work out the quickest route to the bus stop.
“Of all the days for me to forget my umbrella” I mumbled, shaking my head in disbelief.
Harry appeared at my side. “Well you can’t go out in this” he laughed. “You’ll drown!”
“And how else do you suppose that I get home?”
He thought for a moment, twisting his mouth from side to side. “My house is literally 5 minutes down the road. Why don’t you stay at mine until this has passed? It’ll probably only be a quick shower.”
I looked up at him, completely taken aback by his suggestion.
“I couldn’t do that. I’ll be fine, I’m sure.”
He looked down at me. “No. I insist…” He took a sudden pause and furrowed his brow. “Wait. I didn’t even get your name.”
So he hadn’t.
“Emilia.”
He smiled thoughtfully. “Well Emilia, I insist that you stay at mine until this passes. No arguments. The end. Done.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at his stubborn persistence, and I caught him smirking in the corner of my eye as I sighed in defeat. I wasn’t exactly used to accepting kind favours from strangers, even if they were in pretty much every magazine and newspaper in the world right now.
“Okay, on three.”
“What are you doing?” I laughed.
“I’m giving us a countdown. I need to prepare.”
I could sense the joking tone in his voice as he reluctantly pushed the door open to the streets in front.
“One.”
The rain was beating down hard, bouncing back up off of the pavement as it hit the concrete; the sky a blank canvas behind the row of buildings opposite.
“Two.”
I felt his hand on my lower back as he edged me forwards, his lips kinking into a smirk as he gradually applied more pressure. Without hitting the third count, he gripped my arm and pulled me into the rain alongside him. I squealed as the cool droplets of water instantly began to seem through my clothes and drench my hair, following his lead as we raced through the bald streets.
-
I glanced around the high-ceilinged room, taking in my new surroundings. The walls were bright white alongside the curtains, and teamed with the varnished wooden floor, the room had an extremely light and airy feel. It was neat, which surprised me- bar the various video games and CD cases sprawled before the front of the TV. An old vintage record player caught my eye, resting on top of a white wooden cabinet in the corner of the room. It was medium-sized and made from a rich, mahogany; lid propped open with a gold metal rod, revealing a black 12”vinyl inside. I stepped over to the player, running my fingers along the smooth wood and admiring its crafting, before flicking the power switch and carefully lowering the needle to the ready vinyl.
Familiar soft, melodic tones of Mahler began to surround me, and I couldn’t help but shut my eyes for a moment and absorb the resonance of strings completely. I’d grown up with this sort of music, and Mahler was a particular favourite of my dad’s, so I felt a pleasant warmth flood through me as the music progressed. Fluttering my eyes open, I jumped as Harry stood in the doorway with a towel and some dry clothes in hand. I wasn’t sure how long he’d been watching me for, but I imagined that it couldn’t have been too long.
“You have a very refined taste, Mr Styles” I smiled, raising my eyebrow in awe of the music filling the room.
His cheeks filled out as he grinned amusedly. He was now dry, wearing a pair of grey jogging bottoms that hung loosely from his slender hips and a tight-white t-shirt. He walked towards me, not once breaking eye contact, before passing me the clothes from underneath his arm. I took them from him, enjoying his warm closeness as his fingers grazed mine and his lips came dangerously close to my ear.
“You sound surprised” he whispered softly, lingering, before pulling back and looking me straight in the eyes.
This was the first time that I’d been close enough to notice the intensity of his large eyes. They were a piercing sea-green; frosty orbs surrounding thick black pupils that instantly made my mouth go dry. His wet curls lay flat atop his head, sticking to his skin as drops of water rolled timidly down his pale cheeks. So close.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?”
I gulped. “Hm?”
“Adagietto. This piece of music.”
His breath was hot against my cold, wet cheek as I listened carefully to each word and syllable. My heart was pounding wildly against my ribcage as heat pooled in my lower abdomen and between my legs, and for a second I forgot about the discomfort of wet clothes against my skin.
“One of my favourites” I whispered, lowering my eyes to his lips; watching intently as his tongue slipped between them and wetted the deep pink flesh.
Suddenly, the closeness of his body was gone and he’d created a lonely space between us. A pang of disappointment surged through me, and I felt the chill of my wet clothes immediately.
“You’re shaking. You should get dry.”
My mouth fell open as I went to speak yet no words came out. My mind was still paralysed by the previous moments that had occurred, and as if sensing my problem, Harry quickly continued.
“Bathroom’s first door on the right at the top of the stairs” he smiled. “You’re welcome to use the shower.”
I clutched the materials close to my chest, appreciative of his kindness. “Thank you.”
I closed my eyes as I revelled in the heat of the water and it wrapped itself around me; steam filling the entire bathroom. For a moment, I completely forgot where I was. I forgot that I was in a stranger’s house, using their shower, shower gels, towel and clothes… Although, he wasn’t a total stranger. He was pretty damn famous. Worldwide famous. I was surprised at how relaxed I felt at this moment in time and I let the thought pass, grabbing the towel from the side and drying myself off before I reached for the clothes he’d provided me. I instinctively brought the cotton t-shirt to my nose and inhaled softly, letting his unfamiliar scent fill my lungs and haze my mind. It was a mixture of faint citrus and a woody musk, and I imagined that he wore something like Blue de Chanel- a common favourite of the modern man. I slipped the oversized t-shirt over my refreshed body; the hem falling just above my knees, covering enough of my modesty to be in someone else’s presence. Though I still couldn’t help but feel a little bare as I left my underwear on the radiator and air washed between my legs as I made my way down the stairs.
Peering through the living room doorway, I saw Harry sprawled out on the sofa; arms behind his head and legs up on the black leather suite. His attention was focused on to the TV in front; a great contrast to the previous sounds that I’d heard in this room. His t-shirt had ridden up, revealing a band of skin just above the waistband of his joggers. I felt my mouth begin to dry out again as I marvelled at him in quiet admiration. I coughed, startling him from his quiet world.
“Hey” he smiled. “Everything okay?”
“Yes thank you” I replied. “Although do you expect me to wander around with nothing on my legs?”
I smirked, watching as his eyes subconsciously flickered up and down my bare skin.
“Would you like me to get you some more clothes to put on?”
My stomach clenched as his eyes continued to wander, making no effort to hide their bold assault. He was amused. I could tell. He lifted his body from its relaxed position and got to his feet, not saying a word as he swiftly slid past me and made his way up the stairs. I took a few steps further into the living room; now warm as an electric fire blazed to the left of me. The rain continued to beat down on the tall bay windows, hypnotising my concentration as I watched droplets spiral and fall in all sorts of patterns and directions. I turned on my feet as I heard footsteps approach and was met with Harry standing a few feet before me, holding up a tiny pair of white Calvin Klein boxer briefs.
“Here” he threw them at me, grinning like a child as I studied them in my hands.
“You have got to be joking” I laughed, though feeling somewhat aroused as I studied the front and noticed the stretched elastic.
“Why? What’s wrong with them?”
“Do these even fit you?!”
“Just about” he smirked, taking a few steps towards me and taking them from my grasp. “I’m kidding. I got you these.”
He brought a pair of folded joggers from behind his back and handed them to me.
“Better” I smiled. “Turn around.”
He did as he was told and I quickly slipped the soft cotton over my legs, drawing the string tightly at the waist. They were far too big, but they’d do. Much better than the nightmare vision that I’d had of me in the briefs.
“You can turn back around now.”
“Thank you.”
I could hear the amusement in Harry’s voice as he turned to face me. “Are you still cold?”
“No. Why?”
He grinned and his eyes momentarily slipped downwards, pulling the attention of mine with them. I clasped my hands across my chest as I noticed my nipples poking through the thin grey cotton, completely embarrassed that I’d exposed myself to him in that way.
“It’s fine. I don’t mind” he smirked, before taking his place back on the sofa. “Come Dine With Me okay?”
I took a few calm breaths as I attempted to dissolve the burning in my cheeks, before taking a seat on the opposite end of the sofa, now very aware of my body’s response to being in his presence.
As the third episode began to play, I noticed that the sun had broken through the clouds and the rain had reduced to an unthreatening drizzle. I began to shift in my seat as I thought about leaving, and I could feel Harry’s eyes now on me.
“Going somewhere?”
I turned to face him and was met with a delicious half-smile and glimmering eyes.
“As lovely as your kind hospitality has been, the rain’s stopping.”
“And?”
“And we agreed that I would leave once the rain had settled.”
Harry lifted his head from his hands and shuffled so that he was sitting upright with one hand casually leaning over the top of the sofa and the other in his lap.
“Do you want to leave?”
My pulse began to accelerate as I thought about how to answer his forthright question. Did I want to leave? ‘No’ was the simple answer. I’d enjoyed his company and was more than thankful for the shower and dry clothes, but there was part of me that still felt like I’d intruded on him and his life.
“I’ve stolen enough of your time” I laughed, getting to my feet. “I’m sure you can think of better ways to spend a lazy Sunday!”
I felt a hand tug on my wrist and spin me around. We were face to face. Closer than before. His grip on my wrist was tight and desperate, but not painful. I swallowed harshly as my skin heated rapidly, feeling his grip slowly loosen until my wrist fell limply at my side.
“Stay” he murmured, lowering his head so that our eyes were almost level. His other hand reached around the side of my waist, touching the cotton-covered skin ever so lightly- so lightly that I had to look down to make sure that I wasn’t imagining things. “I want you to stay.”
I let my eyelids flutter shut as his lips neared my own, nudging his nose gently on to mine as a shaky breath fell from his parted lips. I inhaled deeply, finding his hand on my waist with my own and holding it close, drawing myself in, before his lips covered mine in a single soft kiss.
He pulled away slightly and I opened my eyes up to his, searching them frantically with anticipation. His lips twitched upwards into a smirk and were soon on mine once more, harder this time, carefully pushing my lips apart with his tongue to seek my own.
“Clothes are still wet anyway” he muttered breathlessly against my lips.
I hummed quizzically.
“I turned the radiator off.”
He grinned as I slapped his arm playfully, before pulling him in for another deep kiss. I wanted him. My body wanted him. My nipples were hard and I could feel myself dampening between my legs as his lips and tongue continued to play skilfully. His hands came up to my breasts, massaging them, pressing the flats of his palms against my aching nipples. I thrust my chest upwards, desperate for more as he toyed and teased me; lips now descending along my jaw. His hands slipped beneath the t-shirt I had on, pushing the material up my torso until my breasts were exposed to his hungry eyes. His thumbs flicked over the hard nubs, back and forth, and before I knew it his lips were around my right nipple, and then the other. He alternated between the two; sucking, swirling, grazing his teeth until I could feel each of his careful movements in my groin. He kissed his way back up to my lips and I grabbed his hips and pulled him flush against me, desperate to feel every part of him. As I pressed my crotch against him, I felt his penis begin to stir beneath the soft material of his joggers; gradually growing and hardening. His hand slipped between us and cupped over my joggers between my legs, applying a firm pressure as he rubbed his palm slowly against me. A small moan broke out from my lips as he continued to excite me; hips instinctively rocking back and forth against his palm. With his other hand, he pulled the tie of my joggers free, before removing his hand from between my legs and slipping it inside. His warm fingers massaged my abdomen for a moment, gradually dipping lower and lower, teasing my skin, before his middle finger curled and found the very top of my already swollen clitoris. I knew I was wet, just as much as he did. His finger slowly circled the excited bundle of nerves as his lips massaged my own, smirking each time I moaned and shuddered against him. “Looks like those clothes upstairs aren’t the only ones that are wet.”
I laughed breathlessly as his finger dipped further between my legs until the very tip was inside of me, carefully teasing the sensitive tissue. My knees threatened to buckle but Harry’s other hand was wrapped tightly around my lower back supporting the majority of my weight. I wanted to come but I need more from him. I pushed the joggers from my hips and they swiftly dropped to the floor below, giving Harry better access to me. He dragged his middle finger upwards and back to my clit, spreading my arousal all over. His lips parted from mine, as did his fingers from between my legs. My lids were heavy and muscles tight, desperate for release. Harry swept his finger across the top of my thigh, smirking as he silently let me know how aroused I was.
“Let’s get you upstairs.”
Along the way, I’d managed to lose my t-shirt as we stumbled playfully up the stairs, and now stood completely exposed before Harry, who still had all of his clothes on. I felt somewhat vulnerable, yet overwhelmingly excited. His eyes traced each of my curves, bringing my nipples to hard peaks once more.
“You have a perfect body.” Harry’s voice was soft as he slowly made his way towards me, until I could feel the heat radiating from his own body. I blushed and his hands skimmed my waist, up to my breasts and back down past my hips, just as his eyes had done only moments ago. “Lie back.” He spoke with quiet command as he nodded towards the bed, and I felt compelled to follow his words. I stepped backwards until the backs of my knees hit the bed, and then sat down. Harry walked over to the drawer to the side of his bed and pulled it open, followed by the opening of something else.
“What’s in there?” I quizzed, watching as he moved some things to the side and pulled out a condom.
He dropped the metallic wrapper on the side and looked over to me with a smirk. “A few things.”
My excitement soared with arousal and anticipation as my eyes flicked between the condom and the box in the drawer. “Like…”
He pulled his plump lower lip between his teeth, enclosing his hand over something before shutting the drawer and slipping his hand into his pocket.
Curiosity burned inside of me as I wondered what was in the box that was tucked away in his bedside drawer, but my mind was instantly hauled elsewhere as Harry settled himself between my legs and carefully placed my knees either side of his neck.
“Comfortable?” he smirked, running his hands up the insides of my thighs. I nodded, unable to take my eyes off of him as he leant forwards and buried himself between my legs. The warmth and wetness of his tongue felt exquisite as he circled my clit a few times, before slowly dragging his tongue over my entirety. My whole body shuddered as he repeated this pattern; once, twice… I lost count after that, letting pleasure consume me. I shut my eyes and sunk my head into the pillow, winding my left hand through his hair as my right paid attention to my breasts. Next, Harry was propped against my side kissing me, allowing me to taste myself as his hand wandered over my stomach and breasts. I was so caught up in my own world of pleasure that I didn’t notice his hand leave my skin, until a soft buzzing filled the air and something cool and vibrating began circling my nipples. My eyes snapped open and I immediately glanced downwards to the small, pink bullet that had replaced his hands. My eyes went to Harry, who was smirking as he watched my reaction with intent satisfaction.
“I’ve always wanted to use this on somebody.” My body tensed as he lazily ran it down the centre of my body, bringing chills to each area of my skin that it graced. “How does it feel?”
I whimpered as he circled it around my navel, spreading my legs slightly further apart as I prepared myself. “Good.” My voice cracked as he continued his decent, until he was teetering right above where I needed him to be. I raised my hips slightly and exhaled sharply as the vibrations ran through my groin, gripping on to his wrist as I urged him lower. Very slowly, he pressed the tip of the vibrator against the very top of my clitoris and held it there for a few moments.
“Harry” I whispered, followed by a quiet whimper of satisfaction.
“Hm?” He began circling the bullet around my clit.
“That. Yes, that” I encouraged, lifting my head from the bed to kiss his full and swollen lips.
He alternated between a gentle and firm pressure, keeping me on my toes, although I knew that I wouldn’t be able to last much longer. It felt sensational. I’d used a vibrator before, but having someone else do it took me to a whole other world. With Harry’s tongue playing against mine and the sharp vibrations between my legs, I surrendered myself to Harry and came.
With the click of a button, the vibrations came to a halt and it was only the sound of my heavy breathing that filled the room. Harry’s lips continued to massage my own and he kept the bullet on me, rubbing it back and forth gently until my body had stilled and breathing calmed.
Grasping at his waist, I pulled him on top of me so that his hips were resting between my thighs. His face was flushed and cock rock hard against me, and I quickly hauled his t-shirt over his head and discarded it aimlessly to the floor below. He knelt back and pushed his joggers from his hips and over his erection, until they too were on the floor below. He looked absolutely incredible. His body was toned and slender with broad shoulders and muscular arms. His large cock stood readily away from his body, curling upwards towards his stomach, lined with a small trail of light brown hair that lead down to his neatly trimmed pubic hair. I reached forwards and stroked my fingers along the underside of his thick shaft, before reaching the head and delicately running my thumb along the wet slit. Harry let out a sharp breath as it twitched beneath my touch. Desperate to taste him, I shifted to my knees and leant forwards, holding his dick steadily in my hand as I kissed around his groin and thighs. Small bristly hairs tickled my lips and cheeks as I teased his skin, before finally moving my lips to the base of his shaft. Flicking my tongue between them, I licked from base to tip, before wrapping my lips around the head of his penis and sucking lightly. His flesh was hot and slightly salty, and feeling him swell and pulse in my mouth turned me on almost as much as he had just done. His hand came to the side of my face and gathered my loose hair, holding it back behind my head, presumably for my ease and for him to watch. With my right hand, I began to gently massage his balls, flicking and swirling my tongue over the sensitive glans.
“Enjoying that?” I flicked up my eyes to Harry, who was smirking down at me. I slid my lips from him and licked along the length of his shaft once more, keeping my eyes on his.
I sat back on my feet and smiled. “Yes. Are you?”
“Oh very much so. But I’m not sure I’ll last much longer if you keep at it.”
The weight of his body pushed me to the sheets below as he grabbed the condom and placed a knee either side of me.
“How do you want me to take you?” he whispered hotly into my ear, sliding his hand between my thighs. I hummed in satisfaction as I felt his dick hot and hard against my thigh.
“Like this.”
He smirked against my ear, before grazing his lips along my cheek.
“Good. My favourite.”
I ran my hands from his waist to his shoulder blades, feeling them flex beneath my palms as he came down on to his elbows and positioned himself.
“Why?”
He shifted his weight on to his left elbow and took his shaft in his other hand, slowly running it back and forth over my clit.
“It’s intimate.” Our lips met and I couldn’t help but raise my hips in desperation to his tease. “And I want to see your face.”
I gasped as he slowly began to ease himself in, stretching me to his girth. With my legs on the inside of his, the pressure was even more intense than if they were around his waist. I gripped on to the tops of his arms as he slid himself the rest of the way in, until our stomachs were touching and his curls were tickling my forehead.
“You’re so tight and wet” he breathed, withdrawing his hips and entering me once more.
I gasped for air as each nerve-ending sparked, clenching my muscles as I drew him in. A strained groan escaped his throat as my muscles continued to contract around him. He was taking things slow; making sure that I felt him all and that the head of his penis rubbed against my G-spot each time he pulled back, which was creating the most intense pressure deep within my abdomen. I was in heaven; completely oblivious to everything except Harry and how he was making me feel. I moved my hands to his backside and pulled him in, enjoying the hard flex of his tight muscles beneath my hands. His pace increased, investing the entirety of his weight into each thrust, which were now becoming hard and fast. His hips crashed down on to my own as he began to lose his composure and his carnal instincts burned strong, manoeuvring his knee so that he could hitch my leg high around his waist and achieve a deeper penetration. I cried out as he held my thigh to my chest, moving my hands frantically as I searched for something to grip on to. He let go of my thigh and quickly held my hand above my head, keeping his rhythm as our fingers laced and I squeezed his tightly. I knew that I was going to come again. Harry had worked my body up somewhat marvellously and like a tight elastic band, it was only a matter of time before I snapped.
“I’m going to come in a minute” he panted, suddenly reducing his movements to a slow grinding, similar to how he’d begun.
Sliding my hands between us, I began to play with my clit once more, feeling myself tighten around him as I prepared to climax. Harry smirked as he watched my fingers, keeping his pace slow and deliberate as he delayed his orgasm. “I want to feel you come around me.”
He continued to roll his hips slowly; sweat forming on his brow as shaky breaths escaped both sets of lips. Within moments my entire body was trembling in ecstasy as I cried out his name over and over again. The spasm of my tight muscles brought on his own climax, and he came above me with his eyes squeezed shut and lower lip trapped between his teeth.
-
“Wow.” Harry’s low voice broke the silence that had ensued for the past ten minutes or so as we both lay there in silent awe. My eyes were still shut as I revelled in the hazy aftermath, but I felt the bed move as Harry propped himself on to his elbow and slid his other hand over my stomach. His fingers were warm and gentle and I hummed in appreciation, before slowly opening my eyes to the outside world. A bright sunlight poured through the windows and I guessed that it must be preparing to set.
“What time is it?”
“7.15” he replied.
I wanted nothing more than to shut my eyes and fall back into a blissful half-sleep, but I knew that I had to leave. I had work to prepare for the morning. I sighed as I sat up and tried to bring myself back to reality. Harry was watching me with a lazy smile; his nude body outstretched atop the crisp white sheets. Tempting…
“I really do have to go this time” I smiled, getting to my feet.
My legs felt like jelly as I pulled the blanket from the chair next to the bed and wrapped it around me, before making my way to the radiator where I’d left my clothes. They were still slightly damp, but wearable; and I slipped my underwear on and pulled my dress over my head, followed by my cardigan.
I jumped as Harry appeared at the door. His joggers were back on but his torso was still bare, glistening slightly with a cool sheen of moisture.
“Do you insist on making me jump every time you enter a room?” I laughed.
He grinned. “Sorry. I just wanted to make sure your clothes were dry.”
“They’re a little damp, but nothing unbearable.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to borrow something of mine? I have some y-fronts that would look excellent on you.”
I smirked at his joke, wondering if he did actually own a pair of y-fronts, which then led me to imagine how magnificent his erection would actually look behind them.
“I’m sure I’ll manage just fine in these. But thank you for the offer.”
As I reached the door, I turned to face Harry.
“Thank you again for your hospitality.” I grinned, feeling my cheeks burn. He was amused… again. “I need to stop amusing you like this.”
He grinned back at me. “I like you amusing me.”
We stood there staring at one another, and just as I went to turn back towards the door, Harry’s voice spoke once more.
“What are you doing tomorrow?”
“I’m working.”
“Until…”
“Until 6.”
“And after that?”
I thought for a moment as I scanned my mental diary. “Going home, I guess.”
“I think you should come here tomorrow after work.”
I was shocked by his proposal. “And why do think that?”
He grinned. “I’d quite like to cook for you.”
My pulse began to accelerate as he looked me straight in the eyes and I couldn’t help but reciprocate his contagious smile.
“Okay.”
“Good.” He reached over to the table situated behind him and grabbed a pen and paper from the top. “I’m going to need the address of the place you work. And a number might be helpful.”
I raised an eyebrow curiously. “Why do you need my work address?”
“Because I’m going to pick you up from work, of course.”
I found myself grinning at him once more, and I took the pen and piece of paper from his hand and jotted down the relevant details, before handing them back to him.
“Thank you” he smiled as he unlocked the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
-
Within five minutes of me leaving, I received a text from an unknown number.
“I’m looking forward to seeing you tomorrow. I’ll be outside at 6. X”
Truth be told, I couldn’t wait.