Warm rays of sun lapped at my feet as I began to wake. I stretched out my limbs, which were still tense from the night before, before turning over and opening my eyes to see Harry sat up with his back propped against his pillow, flicking through his phone.
“Good morning,” he grinned, putting his phone down on the side.
He slid down the bed and propped himself up on his elbow, pulling my naked body against his, before leaning in to kiss me. Today was definitely a good morning, and judging by the not so little something that was beginning to stir against my hip, I was pretty sure that Harry felt the same. As I moved my body, I noticed that each of my muscles were tight and ached, however I found them more of a pleasant reminder than a discomfort.
“What time is it?” I mumbled.
“Just gone 11.”
I groaned.
“Why’re you groaning?” he laughed.
“I never sleep in that late.”
He drew my waist in close, smirking. “Well you obviously needed it.”
“I need a shower. That’s what I need.”
As I ran my hand along his warm side, he hummed, pulling me in for another kiss. “Let’s shower then.”
I laughed as he pulled my leg over his waist; his erection now resting hotly against the inside of my thigh. I sighed as he pushed his hips forwards so that he slid further between my legs, breathing hot and heavy against my lips. The very tip of his length brushed lightly right between my legs, and I inhaled sharply, to which Harry’s face lit up with amusement. He quickly moved his body over mine so that his legs were either side of me; pinning my arms above my head as he lowered his face so that it was just inches from mine. “Come on,” he kissed me. “Shower.”
Harry’s hands never left my skin as we stumbled carelessly from the bedroom to the shower; kissing, touching and laughing like there was no one else in the world. That’s how it felt every time I was with him. He brought out something in me that made me feel like I could be whoever I wanted to be and do whatever I wanted to do. I’d let down my guard and let him in, and in doing so, I’d unleashed a happiness that I’d never thought even existed.
“You’re insatiable,” he grinned into the kiss, squeezing my backside roughly.
“And you’re horny,” I laughed, drawing attention to his rock hard length trapped between us.
He laughed, stepping backwards and twisting the handle of the shower. “Best get you wet then.”
I squealed as the cold water hit my back, sending shockwaves of violent goosebumps over my skin. My back hit the wall and Harry’s lips were on mine; his body pressing flat against my own. As the water gradually warmed, my muscles began to relax and I sank back against the wall, running my hands up Harry’s muscular back and through his sodden curls. His kiss was hard and impassioned, yet his lips and tongue were so sensual against mine. As we paused for breath, he took a step backwards. His eyes were dark and gleaming; mouth-ends kinked upwards. The water had soaked his curls into long, heavy waves. Streams of water rushed over his shoulders and meandered through the crevices of the muscles down his front, drawing my eyes with them as they slid between his v-lines and washed over his hard length. If the desire running through me were an ocean, he would be Poseidon; controlling each and every crashing wave.
His lips came back down on to mine. “Turn around,” he whispered, running his hands over my waist as he began twisting my body.
I took small steps so that I was facing the wall, and within moments, Harry’s large hands were sliding effortlessly over my back and shoulders. The shower gel smelt of soft citrus fruits; it was so refreshing. He began rubbing and kneading my aching muscles; pressing his fingertips and thumbs firmly against my skin to feel for any tight knots. My body instantaneously weakened and I had to place my palms on the wall in front for support. As he continued to rub my back, his lips came on to my neck and began teasing the wet skin. He slid his hands down my sides and then up my front, pulling me so that my back was flush against his chest. I leant my head on to his shoulder, allowing his lips better access to my neck as he moved his hands over my stomach and hips, creating a soapy lather all over. His erection pressed right against the base of my spine; so hot and thick on my skin. As his hands came up to my breasts, I reached my right hand behind me and between our bodies to find his shaft. He groaned against my lips as I ran the flat of my palm over it before taking it in my hand and moving along it slowly. His skin was so wet and soft in my hand; a delicate contrast to how hard he was. The pressure of his hands on me increased; massaging my breasts roughly as he took my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, which I could instantly feel right in my groin. I leant back further and brushed my lips along his sharp jaw, until his lips had found my own and we’d fallen into a hot, lazy kiss. His hands dropped from my breasts and began rubbing the very tops of my thighs, gradually edging his fingers inwards. As his left hand came around my waist to support me, his right-hand index finger brushed over the very top of my swollen clit. My entire body shuddered as the first bout of relief swept through me, and if it wasn’t for his hand around my waist, my knees would have buckled. He pushed his finger down further until he was teasing my entrance softly, and I instantly let go of his shaft and pressed my palm to the wall to steady myself, with the other hand gripping on to Harry’s wrist that was around my waist. I was already so wet and ready for him, and the smirk against my cheek showed me that he knew this.
Using his hands to guide me, Harry turned my body so that I was facing him once more. He slowly got to his knees, running his hands up and down the backs of my thighs as he looked up at me. Clasping his hand around the back of my left knee, he lifted my leg until my foot was resting on his shoulder. I watched him intently as his eyes devoured me; fingertips brushing over the innards of my wet thighs. With my legs open, I was completely exposed before him, but the way Harry was looking at me had my body enthralled; like his was worshipping every single inch. His left hand came up to my waist, allowing me to grab hold of it, whilst his other hand held the back of my raised thigh. As I took his hand, he leant forwards and began moving his tongue over my clitoris. Sparks of pleasure darted through me, right to the very tips of my toes, and my hips instantly bucked forwards, to which he squeezed my hand in response. He alternated between teasing my clit with his tongue and lips, to running his tongue over my entirety. He didn’t miss an inch, and the combination of water running through my legs and Harry’s skilled tongue had my body in complete ecstasy; so hot and wet and unbelievably intense. With my free hand, I pulled on his hair as my climax began to rise right from the pit of my stomach. He gripped my thigh and pushed his hand to my waist, holding me still as he closed his lips around my clit; sucking and swirling his tongue over and over. My legs were trembling and weakening by the second, and as I came against his hot mouth, I relied solely on his hands to hold me up.
I continued to shake as Harry kissed the insides of my thighs and up my torso, until his soft lips were on mine. He swept his tongue over mine and smirked, knowing that I could taste myself. As the hot water engulfed our bodies as one, Harry moved us so that I had my front to the wall and he was standing behind me.
“Lean forwards for me,” he breathed, stroking his hands up my stomach.
I slowly leant forwards and placed both of my palms on the wet tiles in front, raising my hips slightly. I could feel his erection against my lower back; sliding along my wet skin as I positioned myself. He ran the flats of his palms down the length of my spine and I sighed as I felt him at my entrance; hands gripping on to my hips as he held me still.
With one swift movement, he was inside of me. The fronts of his thighs were against the back of mine; both tense as our bodies became one. His left hand moved from my hip and came across my chest, pulling me upright against him, and I lost my breath as the pressure against my g-spot increased and everything suddenly became so much tighter.
“How do you want me to take you?”
“Slow,” I breathed.
He smirked against my neck, playfully bringing the sensitive skin between his teeth. “And deep?”
As he spoke, he raised his hips so that I could feel him right in the pit of my stomach. I grabbed on to his arm across my chest as my knees threatened to buckle. “Yes.”
Not once did Harry lose his rhythm; not even when I was arching against him as my climax approached. He held me close, kissing me every now and then as my body climbed at an increasingly fast rate.
“No, no. Harry. Please,” I begged as my climax began to steal all strength from my muscles.
I stretched my right arm around the back of his neck, pulling my body straight in a desperate attempt to hold myself up. He held my waist with his left hand as he used his right to support himself against the wall.
“It’s okay. I’ve got you.”
Our bodies were so close that I could barely distinguish his from mine. My entire body began to tighten; core muscles contracting as an incredible warmth ran right through me.
“Come on, Emilia. Come for me.”
His words were so hot and breathless in my ear, and as he continued to push his hips upwards, I surrendered myself to pleasure and came around him.
“Christ,” he sighed.
He held my body as I shook, maintaining the controlled rhythm of his thrusts as he prolonged the sensations coursing through me. I was still so hot and tight, and as my body held him there, so deep, I knew that I was still on the edge and ready for one final release. I felt Harry smirk against the back of my neck, teasing me with his lips. “You’re not done, are you?”
He adjusted the angle at which he was penetrating me, tilting his hips ever so slightly but enough for me to feel it.
“I’m so close again,” I sighed breathlessly, arching my back from him.
He picked up his pace and I slammed my palms on the wall to give me some resistance. His hands came either side of mine, so big in comparison. As his wet body moved against mine, sliding so effortlessly, I came one final time. Soft waves rippled through me, much less intense than the last, but they still managed to consume my whole body. Harry continued to move inside of me, whispering sweet and dirty nothings into my ear, and with one hard thrust he came inside of me; pushing my hips forwards until he was done. I was left feeling completely overwhelmed. I usually had trouble coming just once from penetration, let alone twice in a matter of minutes- perhaps even less. And with the clitoral orgasm I’d had before that. I wasn’t sure whether it was because I was able to let myself go when I was with Harry, or because he was just that good. I wasn’t complaining either way.
Water cascaded over us as Harry continued to hold me. With his head bowed next to mine, I turned my face to kiss him. Our lips brushed, kissing every now and then as we caught out breaths.
“I’m fucking exhausted,” Harry laughed, taking my lip between his teeth.
“I’ve never had a multiple orgasm before,” I whispered against his lips; sighing as he withdrew from me.
He smiled before sponging a single kiss on to my lips. “A weekend of firsts then.”
-
“I was thinking,” Harry began. “How would you feel about going for a walk this afternoon?”
I looked up at him from moisturising my legs. “Well for one, I have no clothes- bar the scruffy ones I came in.”
He looked at me and smirked and I knew exactly what was going through his mind.
“And I am not wearing those briefs before you even think about suggesting them,” I laughed.
“Spoil sport.”
He laughed and walked over to the side of the bed that I was sitting on, looking me straight in the eyes. “But if we ignore the clothes situation for a moment… Would you be comfortable being seen out with me?”
I broke our line of contact to think for a moment. I’d let him spank me, blindfold me and tie me up. I’d probably feel comfortable naked with Harry in a tank of electric eels. But that was beside the point. The thing that worried me was the storm that it had the potential to create. The media and the general public were like vicious dogs when it came to things like this, and that would undoubtedly put pressure on what we already had. I was enjoying living in our own little world that no one knew about. No pressure. No expectations. Just us.
I looked up at him from beneath my lashes.
“We don’t have to. You know I wouldn’t force you into anything if you didn’t want to.” He paused to breathe. “And I’m not saying that we go out holding hands and fucking up walls.”
I laughed at his attempt to relieve the tension. It was a walk. Everyone went for walks. Even ferrets went for walks. And it was a lovely day. It would be a shame to waste the illusive British summer sun.
“Well… Can I borrow a shirt? One that doesn’t look like I’m wearing it because I’ve stayed the entire weekend and have no clean clothes,” I laughed.
He grinned. “Of course.”
-
The sunlit hill was surprisingly quiet as we walked around it. No one seemed to even bat an eyelid as Harry walked past… probably because the majority of them were over fifty and too engrossed in their own Sunday worlds to care about ours. It also made me realise that there were aspects of Harry’s life that were private and that the media didn’t blow up. We’d been on this hill before and nothing had come from that. Perhaps this hill was a safe haven. Perhaps we were untouchable up here.
“Have you enjoyed this weekend?” Harry asked.
I smiled as I reminisced. It felt like it had been much longer than just a few days. “Yes, and you?”
“Oh yes,” he laughed. “I always enjoy my time when I’m with you. Tied up or not tied up.”
I turned to face him and laughed; subtly glancing around to make sure that no one was in ear-shot to hear.
“So what plans do you have for the week?” I asked.
“Erm… Radio 1 tomorrow. Then we have a meeting with our album producer. Some press conference on Tuesday, awards dinner… Charity gig… a few photo shoots.”
I watched as Harry counted his week down on his fingers, until he was holding out both hands. And I thought my weeks were hectic.
“Not too busy then,” I joked.
He laughed. “How about you?”
“Work…” I thought for a moment. “I’m going for dinner with some friends on Wednesday… maybe a few drinks afterwards.”
That was it. That was my week, which seemed pitifully quiet and dull in comparison.
“I’ll take you to dinner some time.”
I turned to face Harry as he stole me from my thoughts, and I couldn’t help but smile at his romantic gesture. He grinned back at me and I had to fight every urge to kiss him there and then. Despite my avid attempt at not letting my mind wander, I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to be openly involved with him; to be able to hold hands and kiss whenever and wherever we wanted. I wondered what it would be like to be young lovers, doing all the things that young lovers did. But I guess that was something that I wouldn’t find out for a while.
Perhaps I never would.