”I’ll never understand how people can jog up this hill” I panted, struggling to keep up with Harry’s effortless strides up the steep gradient to the top of Primrose Hill.
“Almost there” he laughed, pausing as he turned around to wait for me to catch up.
My short legs weren’t built for such quick and steep ascents, and today was proving no different. I picked up my pace until I was alongside Harry, who was carrying a large bag on his shoulder, and still managing to walk a few meters in front without any effort needed.
Once we reached the top, Harry stopped and turned to look out into the distance. You could see the entire skyline of London from the peak of the hill, and with the setting sun illuminating the tall landmark and corporate buildings, it looked truly breath-taking.
“I love how small London looks from up here” I remarked, squinting my eyes as the harsh beams of sun glared at me.
“Me too,” a soft voice agreed from behind me.
When I turned around, Harry had laid a chequered blanket out atop the thick green grass, and had already kicked his shoes off. I watched him for a moment, straightening the corners of the blanket until it had formed an almost perfect square, before settling himself down. He looked up at me, refusing to break our gaze as I took a few steps towards him and sat down next to his body. His legs were outstretched and he was flexing his toes beneath the warm rays, leaning back slightly and propping his body onto his palms.
“Do you come here often?” I asked, still looking out onto the abstract city skyline; a contrast to the soft curves of the hill.
Harry laughed. “Are you trying to chat me up?”
“Har har.” I mocked a scowl as I looked at him.
“Yes. I come here quite a lot. It’s quiet. Makes a nice change to the general hustle and bustle of city life.”
He was right. Primrose Hill was so different to central London. It was like a small countryside village with a variety of mini shops, boutiques and pubs lining the narrow streets- as well as the hill itself, which was a vast expanse of fresh green. The tall white terraced houses and flashy cars exuded affluence, but it was far from pretentious. Everything was calm and relaxed- no rush, no haste. Sort of like a city nirvana.
I inhaled deeply, enjoying the fresh air- much fresher than the thick polluted air that I was used to in the centre of the city. I followed suit and slipped my shoes off; my feet barely reaching his calves as I stretched my legs.
“What’s in the bag then?” I asked, running my eyes over the large satchel at his side.
He looked over to where my eyes were, before looking back at me and smirking as he reached into his bag.
“Champagne?” I questioned with pleasant surprise as he pulled the bottle from hiding. “And very expensive champagne at that. That’s got to be at least four hu-“
“It doesn’t matter” Harry laughed, cutting me off before I had a chance to finish my assumption. I couldn’t help but smile at his efforts.
“Do all your second dates get this treatment?”
He smirked back at me as he clasped the cork in his right hand, bottle held tightly in his left, sensing my light-hearted tone.
“Third if you count the coffee shop day.”
He caught me off-guard and I blushed. “Do you?”
“Well, it wasn’t technically a date, but it’s definitely a day that I haven’t forgotten.”
Harry grinned as he popped the cork and a steam of ice-cold mist rose from the open mouth. Before the bubbles had a chance to spill over, he’d lifted two champagne flutes from the bag at his side and was filling them with the almost-clear liquid.
“Something amusing?” I asked, as he carefully continued to pour the champagne, alternating between the two glasses as he waited for the bubbles to calm. He looked up from his concentration.
“You. You amuse me even when you don’t mean to.”
“Do I?”
“Yes. Even just then when your cheeks turned pink because I reminded you of our first encounter.” I could feel heat rising even more so to my cheeks. “I’d still quite like to see you in those briefs.”
I laughed, taking the flute from his hand and holding it carefully at the stem, flitting my eyes back and forth between the ground and his own gleaming green orbs.
“But no. In answer to your question, I can’t say I’ve ever done this with somebody before. You’re the first.”
My stomach fluttered. I couldn’t have suppressed the grin that spread on my face even if I’d tried.
“You’re flattering me, Mr Styles. Next you’ll be pulling strawberries out of your bag.”
“I’m insulted you think I’d be so predictable!”
He grinned as he fumbled in his bag, before pulling out a small brown paper bag.
“Now these” he began as his hands disappeared inside the bag, “are Hummingbird cupcakes. They’re my favourite.”
I eyed the carefully crafted cakes up and down; soft vanilla sponge laden in a candyfloss pink icing with unusual striped icing straws poking out of the top. He handed me one, grinning like a child as I took it from him. “Strawberry milkshake, in case you’re wondering. I hope you like it.”
I lifted the cupcake to my lips and let the sweet, sugary aroma flow up my nose, before taking a delicate bite from the top. It was like a little pink bundle of sugary heaven, and I hummed in appreciation. I wondered how Harry’s body was in such good shape. He definitely didn’t overeat, but he ate well and didn’t seem to worry about what went past his lips. He was slender and toned, and had muscles in all the right places. In fact, there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. Just the thought of his naked body excited me. I watched Harry’s lips intently; their fullness showing as he took a bite and they slowly smothered the icing. As he lowered the cake from his mouth, I noticed the frosty glaze over his lips, and I couldn’t help but imagine my lips over his right now, tasting the sweetness of the cake- and him. He swept his tongue over his lower lip until the icing had disappeared completely, and held his champagne glass out towards me.
“Well here’s to second, or third,” Harry winked, “dates.”
He smiled as our glasses clinked, and we both took simultaneous sips from the glass. The liquid was crisp and bubbly- one of the sweetest I’d tasted, and it sank down easily.
“You look nice this evening, by the way.”
I blushed… again, but this time I wasn’t alone. For the first time in Harry’s company, his voice had faltered and he looked nervous. His cheeks had gone a little rosy and he struggled to keep my gaze, but he still managed to possess a cool charm that outshone everything else.
“Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself” I smirked, unashamedly running my eyes over his chest and legs. He was wearing a sharp pale blue dress shirt with the top few buttons left open, allowing his skin to peek through. On the bottom, he had on blue and white vertically striped cut-offs that ended just above his knees, exposing his tanned and muscular calves. His legs were covered with wispy light brown hairs, and I was suddenly reminded of how they felt against my skin… Then on to how his entire body felt against my skin. Mm. As my eyes made their way back up to his face, I realised that he’d been watching my exploration the entire time, and his mouth-ends had kinked upwards ever so slightly. I took another sip as I felt my cheeks begin to flush.
“If it helps” he began, “I’m thinking about you naked too.”
I laughed and slapped his arm. “Who’s to say I was thinking about you naked?”
“Just a small observation” he smirked, nodding his head towards my chest.
I looked down to the hard nubs poking through my black jersey dress. I really needed to start wearing bras when I was in his presence, but unfortunately, the dress was cut in such a way that not even a strapless bra would go.
“Pervert” I muttered under my breath, although quietly amused by his smug and forthright comment.
We hadn’t been intimate since the ‘coffee shop day’, as we’d come to call it. When I’d seen him the day after, we parted with a chaste kiss on the cheek and nothing more. Harry had cooked us a fantastic meal- a pad Thai with calamari- which rivalled even some of the Thai restaurants I’d been to. He continued to surprise me, and was far from the boy that the magazines portrayed him to be. He was charming, sophisticated, and so quick-witted that even I had trouble keeping up with him. He kept me on my toes, and I liked that.
After numerous texts and a few phone calls, we’d managed to schedule a Monday evening where we were both completely free of any other commitments. We both worked throughout the day, and he often had private engagements to attend in the evenings, so finding time to see one another had been difficult. I’d been desperate to see him since, and although it had only been two weeks, I’d actually begun to miss his presence, which was very unlike me. I was independent and I enjoyed my own space and my own company, and I felt slightly rattled and confused at how much of an impression he’d made on me after seeing him only a few times.
“What’re you thinking about?” Harry’s smooth voice interrupted me from my internal musings and I shook myself back to reality.
“Did you know that William Blake is quoted at the top of the hill? By the benches.”
A fleeting look of surprise crossed his features, before they relaxed back into a warm smile.
“I did.”
I smiled and took another sip from my glass, tilting it until the remnants of the liquid had gone. Harry was quick to grab the chilled bottle and top up my empty glass, filling his own too. The low sun was still warm on my back and the hill was burning with an orange hue, ready for the night to take over. Apart from the chippering birds hidden in the trees, we were the only ones here.
“Were you wondering why I didn’t kiss you properly the other week?”
Harry’s words took me by surprise and I paused, not really knowing how to respond. The bubbles from the champagne were flowing freely through my body and I already felt slightly warm and light-headed. I cleared my throat. “The thought had crossed my mind.”
He thought for a moment, finishing his own drink before placing the glass on the blanket below and shifting further towards me.
“I wanted to. But I want to do things properly.”
I looked up at him, searching his eyes for a deeper explanation.
“Coffee shop day” he laughed, “was incredible. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since.” We smirked at each other for a moment as we both recalled the mind-blowing spontaneous sex that had happened between us. “I want to keep seeing you, and I don’t want you thinking I’m some sex-mad teenage boy that’s only after one thing. Even if it is taking all of my power not to rip your dress off right now and have you on this blanket.”
Harry grinned, but I could hear the element of lustful truth in his voice. Part of me wished that he would rip my dress off and fuck me into next week. The other part of me wanted to just sit and talk and enjoy his presence that had kept me intrigued for the past couple of weeks.
“There’s nothing wrong with sex mad.”
Harry kinked his eyebrows in amusement. “Are you saying you’d like me to rip your clothes off right now on this hill?”
I laughed. “I don’t think the neighbours would approve.”
He joined me in laughing, before trailing off into silence. I gulped as his fingertips brushed over the top of my palm; both of us watching his gentle caress. His fingertips were warm and comforting, and somehow managed to provoke an eruption of goose-bumps over my entire body from head to toe. His fingers were long and nails well kempt and my mind naturally imagined them caressing other areas of my skin; remembering how soft and sensual his touch had been during our first physical encounter. When I lifted my eyes from between us, Harry was looking right at me. My heart began to beat double time, or so it felt, and my lips parted slightly as I drew in breath. I watched his eyes flicker between mine, then drop to my lips as he slowly leaned in towards me. His lips were warm and moist as they met my own, and we stayed like that for a few moments before parting lips to explore one another more passionately. I sighed involuntarily as Harry’s hands came up to my face and I sunk into our kiss; both smiling as we indulged in one another. The kiss was slow and deep and our tongues played lightly; tasting and teasing. He certainly knew how to kiss. His mouth was so soft and sweet, and I couldn’t help but smile as his teeth took my lower lip between them and nibbled playfully.
“I’ve been waiting to do that all evening.”
Harry was slightly flushed and breathless as he pulled away. He sank down on to his side and propped himself up on his elbow, running his fingers through his wayward curls. I mimicked his positioning so that we were face to face; bodies close, yet not touching. He grinned at me and I instantly mirrored his expression, shuffling my body slightly closer towards him. His hand came around my hip, and within moments, we were locked in a lazy embrace once more.
As our kiss progressed, so did the venturing of his hands. From my hip, he slipped it around my backside and held me close; massaging my cheek over the top of my dress. Every now and then, his fingers would skim the hem and catch my skin, alighting sparks from deep within, and I couldn’t help but giggle childishly as he smirked against my lips. It wasn’t long before his hand was beneath my dress completely, leaving me slightly more exposed than publicly appropriate. He kneaded my warm flesh delicately as our lips continued to massage one another, before running the tip of his middle finger between my legs. I sighed into his mouth as all of my attention flooded to the work of his finger against my underwear, and my heart beat instantly accelerated.
“Harry” I breathed against his lips “Not here.”
He smirked, continuing to stroke his finger along my clothed centre. “Why?”
I shuddered uncontrollably. My body was defying my mind and responding to his touch more and more as each second ticked by. I felt like a hormonal teenager, and I instinctively pushed myself backwards against his finger; desperate to feel more of him despite my protest.
“People might see.”
Truth be told, the possibility of getting caught excited me to no end, and I was certain that Harry could sense this. His lips left mine and moved to my cheek as he pulled the blanket up over me, covering my lower half from the world. As he slid his finger beneath the crotch of my underwear, I let out a small cry of relief. His breath was hot and heavy against my ear, and my hips instantly began rocking back and forth in response to the motion of his finger.
“Better?” he whispered softly, stroking between my legs ever so lightly.
I twisted myself so that I was on my back, and Harry’s body instantly followed mine and leaned closely against my side. His fingers never left their place between my legs, giving me no choice but to part them more to allow him the access that my body craved. Drawing his middle finger upwards, he began rubbing the right side of my clitoris back and forth slowly. My legs instantly spasmed as he concentrated on my most sensitive part, and he laughed lightly into my ear, pleased by my reaction. He repeated his deliberate attention to my clit, pressing harder and moving faster, occasionally sliding his finger lower and spreading my arousal upwards. I was close. So close that my body ached. I moaned quietly, burying my head into the nook between Harry’s neck and shoulder as he skilfully played between my legs.
“I want you.” Harry’s voice ripped from his throat with a carnal honesty.
“Have me.”
He paused his ministrations for a moment, nudging my nose with his.
“If we’re going to have sex, I want to undress you. I can’t do that here.” He kissed my lips softly. “Besides” he continued. “I don’t trust myself to be discrete after the way my mind has been teasing me since you left last time.”
Harry brushed his thumb over my clit and slid his middle finger inside of me, stroking softly.
“Unless you stay at mine tonight…”
I raised my hips to increase the pressure. God, it felt so unbelievably good.
“Okay” I whispered breathlessly.
“Sure?”
“Yes.”
“Now?”
“Now.”
As Harry’s fingers slipped from me, I whimpered at the sudden emptiness. My legs continued to tremble softly; revelling in the aftermath of Harry’s expertise. He smirked as he sat up and began clearing everything up into his bag.
“So much for doing things right” he laughed.
I sat up and handed him some of the rubbish, still hot and flustered from our blanket rendezvous. And still very turned on. It was only at that moment that I noticed that the sun had set and night time was upon us.
“There’s nothing wrong with wanting to have sex” I laughed.
“I know. But I usually have a lot more self-control than this.”
So did I, but there was something about Harry- other than his unbelievably amazing god-given genetics- that made me feel more confident and sexually charged than I usually was. Each of the three times I’d been with him, I’d felt incredibly drawn to him- both physically and mentally. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I certainly wasn’t complaining. It was refreshing. Exhilarating. He had the sense of humour that any eighteen year old boy would, but he had the intelligence and charm of a man. And he fucked like a man.
Harry grinned at me, before taking a swig of the last of the champagne.
“Classy” I teased, before taking the bottle from his hand and doing the same.
He winked. “Same goes for you.”
Getting to his feet, he slung his bag over his shoulder and held out his hand. I reached upwards and clasped his warm palm, and he quickly hauled me to my feet, sending a rush of alcohol to my head. My legs still felt like jelly after being so aroused, and my knee buckled unexpectedly.
“Steady” Harry smirked as he held my arm firmly.
“It’s the alcohol.”
Harry raised an eyebrow, continuing to hold my arm as I composed myself. I was a terrible liar and I felt myself going red in the cheeks as he looked at me with smug amusement. I quickly averted my gaze and brushed my dress down, but I could still see Harry smirking in the corner of my eye.
“Reckon you can manage a ten minute walk?”
I glared at Harry, who was grinning back at me.
“Yes, thank you very much.”
“Good. Let’s go then.”
-
As soon as we were through the door, Harry’s bag was on the floor and his hands were on my face, lips on mine with heated vehemence as we stumbled backwards; hands running frantically over one another’s bodies. His hands instantly reached for the bottom of my dress and he pulled it over my head, discarding it to the floor below as my fingers hurriedly worked the buttons of his shirt. I struggled to breathe as our lips stayed close, panting and sighing into his mouth, until we fell backwards on to the living room floor rug and were forced to part through breathless laughter.
“Sex mad” I smirked against his lips as he lay beneath me with his hands on the backs of my thighs.
“You make me sex mad.”
We kissed again. It was hard, hot and wet, yet we were so perfectly in tune with one another. His lips were like magic as they moved along my jaw, pulling my lower half down on to him with heated urgency. The roughness of his trousers created an intense friction between my legs, and it wasn’t long before my hands were between us and fumbling with his belt. Harry raised his hips as we both slid his trousers from him, kicking them off of his ankles. I sat upwards and Harry’s body instantly followed, chest to chest, and his lips were quick to find my neck. He was so hot and hard beneath me. It felt incredible. He looked incredible. The light from the street lamps outside accentuated each line and crevice of his tense muscles, and his jawline looked sharp enough to cut through ice. I pulled on his hair as his mouth attached to my left nipple whilst his hand attended the right, leaning backwards slightly as I ground my hips against him.
“Fuck” he breathed heavily. “Condom.”
Kissing over the swell of my breasts and back up my neck, Harry’s hand aimlessly searched the floor to the side of him, until he’d pulled his wallet from his trouser pocket and had found the small square package. I slid from his thighs and kissed my way across his chest, playfully taking his nipples between my teeth as he pushed his boxers down his thighs and from his body. He groaned and his cock instantly sprang upwards and away from his body, hard and swollen. He looked magnificent; so natural and raw. His flesh was warm and soft beneath my lips, and quiet sighs of pleasure slipped from his mouth as I nipped and sucked at his skin. As he rolled the condom down his length, I wriggled free from my own underwear, sliding my lips upwards over his jugular and to his jaw, then finally to his own parted lips.
“Turn over for me.” He nipped on my lower lip and smirked, his large hands guiding my hips as I turned away from him and put my hands to the floor in front.
“Put your forearms to the floor.”
His voice was laced with a soft command and I slowly lowered myself so that my forearms lay flat on the floor in front with my legs parted and hips in the air. I was completely exposed to his eyes and his eyes only, and I couldn’t help but smirk as I heard a strained groan of satisfaction come from behind me. Everything was so erotic and I shuddered in anticipation, ready for him to take me. With his muscular legs either side of mine, he ran his tongue from the very base of my spine to the nape of my neck, leaving a hot, wet trail of saliva along my skin. He paused there, breathing hot and heavy, before taking his shaft in his hand and rubbing the tip of his dick between my legs. My head dropped forwards and I clawed at the rug below as Harry began to slide himself inside of me; both sighing in desperate relief as he filled me excruciatingly slowly.
Within an instant, his hands were on my hips and he was thrusting himself into me hard and fast, pulling me back against him as he did so. My entire body jolted as he took control; eyes squeezed shut in euphoria as an exquisite pressure began to build from deep within. Harry’s biceps bulged fiercely as he put his hands to the floor and held his weight above me, and as I turned to look over my shoulder, his lips caught mine and pulled me into a hard kiss. I moaned and whimpered against his lips as his right hand came around my front to fondle my breasts; teasing and pinching my aching nipples. My mind was a blur of all sorts of sensations and pleasures.
Stilling inside of me, he placed his hand back to the floor, panting furiously. I instinctively began to back myself against him, desperate for more, and he groaned loudly as I rocked back and forth along his hard length.
His lips found mine once more and he massaged them gently, a contrast to the hot and frantic moments that had happened only seconds ago.
“Stay still,” he breathed, and suddenly his hand came down on to my backside with a slap, somewhat warily, as if testing the response I gave to his action. It took me by surprise and I cried out, and although it didn’t hurt, I was very aware of the warmth quickly spreading over my right cheek. The room fell silent as Harry massaged my cheek, and then his hand was gone. Another blow came to my skin, this time harder than before. Everything about it heightened my arousal; the sound, the sting, the noises coming from Harry as I spasmed and clenched around him. I didn’t protest. I felt so erotically vulnerable and powerless beneath him, stripped bare of all self-possession. At that moment in time, I wanted to belong to him. I did belong to him; body and mind.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes” I whispered. “Spank me. Please.”
My breaths were coming out hard and fast and my back arched and I jolted forwards as his hand came down heavily. In an instant, our relationship had altered into something so much more profound than just two people that had a mutual liking for one another. I did trust him. I trusted him so much and I couldn’t work out why. We barely knew each other.
“Harder” I breathed, pulling his lip between my teeth as his face stayed close to my own.
His hand came down again with a harsh slap, leaving an intense burning across my skin. His breathing was ragged in my ear as he tenderly kneaded the raw flesh between blows, caressing me with his palm and fingertips.
“More?”
Harry pushed himself inside of me further as he continued to stroke my stinging backside.
“Yes.”
Slap. And again. Harder. I cried out as my entire body trembled. I felt so hot and tight and full as my muscles contracted around him and skin tingled with a sensational warmth.
“You’re so beautiful” he murmured, gradually leaning his weight against my hips until my body was flat against the floor. With my legs out straight between his, everything was so much tighter and the pressure against my clit had me squirming instantly. Harry was slow to begin with, making sure that I felt the entire length of his cock moving inside of me, working my muscles into a tight frenzy. But as the muscles in his arms began to strain and his breathing deepened, he picked up his pace once more, thrusting into me with such force that I lost my breath. I cried out as friction burned between my skin and the rug, gripping on tightly to Harry’s forearms as his hips knocked against the backs of mine and he pushed me further and further towards my release.
“Keep going. Please” I begged exhaustedly. “That feels so good.”
I was ready to come. I could feel it. My muscles were tight and the pressure in my entire lower region was so hot and intense, especially with the position I was in. I just needed that little bit more. And Harry gave it to me. Hard. Not once did he falter when my nails dug into his skin and body tensed around him, disintegrating into an overwhelming orgasm that had me seeing stars. I knew that he needed to come as well, and he’d done a damn good job of keeping control. As I moaned and writhed beneath him and my orgasm continued to sweep through me, he came with a loud sigh of relief, thrusting his hips a few more times until he was completely spent and collapsed on top of me, exhausted.
With his chest against my back, Harry pulled my hair from my shoulder and kissed my neck gently. I lay there still, too breathless and shaky to move, and even after he’d withdrawn from me, warm, soft waves continued to roll through my body.
“You’re shaking.” Harry’s voice was deep and quiet as he lay to my side, drawing his finger up and down my damp spine. “Are you okay?”
My heart thudded steadily against my chest. My body was in heaven, completely cocooned by pleasure, and I hummed dreamily before turning my head to my left to face him.
“A few friction burns, but nothing I can’t handle.”
He smirked, resting his arm out to the side as he nodded for my body to join his. I languidly shifted towards him, enjoying the warmth of his skin as I curled my body at his side and rested my head just beneath his arm. He was hot and sweaty and smelt of sex. Divine.
“Sorry” he whispered, pulling my body closer.
“Don’t be.” I smiled as I thought. “I’d take friction burns every day if it meant having sex like that.”
I lifted my head from his body to look at him and he laughed, playing with the baby curls at the nape of my neck.
“Have you been spanked before?” Harry’s eyes searched mine as he spoke.
“No.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Yes.”
“Good” he smirked. “I thought you might.”
Harry paused for a moment, pushing a wayward strand of hair from my face. The way he was looking at me had my curiosity hurling into overdrive. I couldn’t read him and my pulse began to quicken as his lips curved upwards in dark amusement.
“What are you thinking about?” I whispered.
He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. When he opened them back up to me, it was like looking into the eyes of my deepest and darkest desires.
“You know,” Harry began, “they say that curiosity killed the cat.”
Harry’s voice was barely audible as our gaze locked. I’d never felt so intensely thrilled in my entire life and my heart was pounding in my ears.
“Then kill me.”
Our eyes lingered for a few moments longer before his lips slowly slid into a smirk and he kissed me. “Come on.” He pulled me up with him as he sat up. “We should get some sleep.”
-
Bright white light penetrated my eyelids as I began to wake. The room was hot and completely still, apart from the light breathing that was coming from Harry. His chest rose and fell steadily as I lay above him, and as I reluctantly surrendered to the morning light, I prised my eyes open. I fluttered my lashes as the room came into focus, before glancing down to see white sheets barely covering our lower halves. Harry’s right arm was around my shoulder; the other resting on his ribcage. Each time he inhaled, the dip between his ribcage sank inwards, drawing his skin tightly over his hip bones. So tantalising. I brushed my fingers over his snail trail, appreciative of the manly hair, before skimming them just above his pubic line where the sheet lay. A restless energy began to run through me as I thought of his naked body. As I rewound to our night on the rug only hours ago, I pushed the sheets down until his semi-erect length was revealed to my eyes. Even in its relaxed state, it was well-sized and had my imagination running wild.
“Having fun?”
Harry’s hoarse voice startled me from my daydream and I hastily pulled the sheet back over him as I felt heat rise to my cheeks at being caught.
“Don’t stop on my account. You were clearly enjoying yourself.”
His voice was laced with amusement, and as he stretched, the sheet pulled back down to where I’d had it before. Judging by his exaggerated yawn, I assumed that this was a deliberate move.
“What time is it anyway?” I tried to distract Harry, patting the bed sheets down in search for my phone.
He reached to the bedside table and tilted his phone towards him. “9.45.”
I bolted upright as panic struck through me. “What?! I have to be at work in fifteen minutes! And I need to get home and changed! Fuck.”
I jumped from the bed, almost face-planting the floor as my limbs tangled in the sheets, running around frantically as I searched for my clothes.
“Fuck fuck fuck. Harry where are my clothes?!”
I turned to face Harry, who had a massive grin spread across his face. “Harry! This isn’t funny. Where are my knickers?!”
He started laughing, which only infuriated me even more. I could feel my blood boiling and heart pounding relentlessly against my chest.
“This isn’t funny!”
“It is.”
“No it’s not!”
“Come back to bed.”
I paused, looking him straight in the eye. “Are you serious?”
“Yes.” He smiled as I rolled my eyes and sighed exasperatedly at him.
“Bingo!” I grabbed my knickers from the pile of clothes in the corner and hurriedly stepped into them.
“Wrong way around” Harry coughed.
I groaned in frustration, just about ready to collapse to the floor and assume foetal position.
“No need to get your knickers in a twist” Harry remarked amusedly. “I phoned you in sick.”
“What?”
“I called up your boss earlier this morning and said that you wouldn’t be able to make it in today.”
Harry was grinning at me as he spoke, and despite my fury he still looked completely fuckable with the sheets draped half over him.
“So take those off and get back into bed.”
“What did he say?”
“He said that was fine and he hopes you feel better soon.”
The urgent panic that I was feeling quickly transitioned into a stomach-clenching relief- like that moment when you’re frantically searching in your bag for your phone thinking that you’ve lost it, and then you find it right at the bottom. My racing pulse began to return back to normal and I could feel the flush of heat slowly leaving my cheeks as I took a few small steps towards the bed.
“Could’ve told me earlier” I huffed, pushing my back-to-front knickers from my legs.
He pulled the sheets back for me to join him. “I tried, but I was having too much fun watching you run around like a headless chicken. A very naked headless chicken.”
I was suddenly very aware at how naked I was, and also very aware at how strangely relaxed I felt in front of him. I couldn’t work out which bothered me more- or if either of them bothered me at all. I placed my knees on to the edge of the mattress, scowling playfully at Harry. He cocked his head, lips still kinked in amusement as I wavered on the left edge of the bed.
“I think I’ll lie just here” I muttered petulantly, smirking to myself as I turned my back to Harry and lay down on the very edge of the bed.
“Shame.”
As he spoke, the bed moved and Harry’s body came behind my own. Heat radiated from his skin and despite my intended stiffness, my body instantly relaxed into his warmth. I shuddered as his lips came close to my ear and his warm breath washed over my skin. “Guess I could always go to the bathroom.”
As his nose grazed the hollow behind my ear, I felt his erection press into my lower back, and it was clear that he had no intention of hiding it. My stomach clenched and I squeezed my legs together tightly as arousal began to pump through me and I searched for a quiet friction. After last night, there was no way in hell that I stood a chance at resisting him this morning.
“You do that” I mumbled half-heartedly, letting my eyelids flutter shut as his fingertips began tracing random shapes over the skin of my waist.
His hand lowered and I winced as it brushed my backside.
“Still sore” he whispered as he continued to soothe the area.
He cupped my cheek and I inhaled sharply. Despite the initial discomfort, his fingers felt so good upon my pink skin, and even better when he slid one between my legs, stroking me slowly. I pictured his hand slapping and kneading my skin, and I instantly felt the same vulnerability that I’d experienced the night before; the same profound need to surrender myself to him. I was confused but I wanted more. More of him and less of me and my own mind.
“Do you have any idea how good it feels when I spank you whilst I’m inside of you?”
I arched my back and pushed against him, turning my head as I searched for his lips.
“So good” he whispered, before pressing his lips to mine.
As our kiss deepened, Harry gently lifted my outside leg upwards and slid himself inside of me. He moved slowly, making sure that his lips rarely left mine as we indulged in hot, lazy morning sex until we were both shaking and spent.
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My eyelids fluttered open as I gradually roused from my post-sex daze.
“Why did you ring me in sick anyway?” I mumbled.
Harry’s arms were around me with my head resting on his shoulder, completely relaxed.
“Well firstly, you were clearly exhausted after last night.”
I laughed quietly; mind still slightly blank and hazy from my orgasm.
“And secondly, because I wanted to spend some more time with you.”
Harry slid his arm from beneath me, shifting his body down the bed so that we were face to face beneath the covers.
“And perhaps spank you some more” he smirked.
My head span with a needy anticipation, both at the thought of being spanked by Harry and spending time with him. He was mysterious and unpredictable and it had me captivated in so many ways.
“But before any of this” Harry brought me back to reality, “I think we’d better shower.”
He kissed my lips and threw the sheet back, bearing his fantastic naked body to my wandering eyes.
Yes” I agreed. “Good idea.
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