I arrived at my desk on Thursday morning to an abundance of voice mails and emails, which had my stomach lurching with dread. It wasn’t so much the thought of what was contained within them, but more so the daunting task of fishing my way through them, which I knew would take me the whole of the morning… And the rest. And these generally weren’t emails that I could flip off with a few words and kind regards. They were the types of emails that required careful wording and politeness, which often tested my patience- particularly with the more demanding clients. Some were rude and obtuse, and as much as I often fantasised about replying with a big ‘fuck you’, I’d just have to sit back and bite my tongue, saving the rant for whichever poor friend I’d be seeing next.
I took a sip of my hot coffee and put my glasses on. The first voice mail was some woman ranting and raving about how she deserved our priority and how urgent it was for us to find her a suitable venue. I inwardly groaned and flicked to the next message, which took me by surprise and pushed my heart into a frenzied race. There was only one voice I knew that had that deep and rich velvety smoothness.
“Hey, I just thought I’d call to say have a nice day tomorrow. Well, today, seeing as it will be today when you hear this… Wait… Yes, that’s what I meant.”
I laughed as Harry stuttered and confused himself on the other end.
“Anyway,” he emphasised, “I’m looking forward to seeing you tomorrow. Well, it will be tomorrow when you hear this. Friday I mean. Wow, I’m really bad with time. If you fancy a laugh, we’re doing a live interview on ITV at half 11. They’re always… Fun. So yeah. Have a nice day. Bye.”
His sudden and rushed goodbye had me grinning to myself. I hated leaving voice mails. Pretending that you’re talking to someone when in fact you’re just talking to yourself is difficult. You stammer, forget what you need to say, ramble on unnecessarily… There’s a fine line between a friendly message and a message where you end up having a conversation with yourself and thus looking borderline insane. I picked up my phone and typed a quick text message to him.
‘Nice to see that I’m not the only one that struggles with voice mails. Good luck with your interview. X’
It wasn’t even 9am, which gave me two and a half hours to finish the mammoth emailing and phone calling task so that I could sneak out of the office and into the coffee room to watch Harry’s interview. I’d never actually seen him being interviewed live- just in magazines and such- so I was curious to see how he’d handle it and whether he’d make any embarrassing slip ups, which I secretly hoped he would for the sake of my entertainment.
I’d flown through my emails with just minutes to spare. Everyone else was out of the office so I slipped out of the room and to the coffee room on the second floor, praying that no one else in the building had decided to take an early break.
To my luck, the room was empty. I walked over to the TV and switched it on; flicking it to ITV before I took a seat on one of the plush leather sofas. I shot a quick glance either side of me and kicked my shoes off, flexing my toes. My heels weren’t painful, but they were far from comfortable and it was a relief to let my feet breathe out of the restricting patent leather. I took advantage of being completely alone and tucked my feet up on to the sofa, watching intently as the male host began to introduce the upcoming guests.
As Harry and the rest of the boys walked on to the set, I couldn’t help but smile. Each of them was dressed differently, yet they all co-ordinated with one another. Very boyband. Despite this, Harry still looked completely amazing. He was dressed in black skinny jeans with a white t-shirt and navy blue blazer on top. He’d had a hair cut since I last saw him, but nothing drastic. His curls were swept effortlessly across his head to the right; long and untamed- a complete contrast to his carefully styled outfit. I was surprised at how relaxed he seemed as he sat down on to the white sofa and leant back, spreading his legs with his feet out in front. Actually, I wasn’t surprised. He had a natural self-possession that I was certain many were envious of. He was confident but not to the point of coming across as arrogant, and I found that a very admirable quality of his. There was something about his presence that had my eyes drawn to him- and not just because of my ever-growing feelings towards him. He had a presence that captured your attention instantly and it wasn’t difficult to understand why he was such a hot topic for the media.
Once hellos and casual greetings had been exchanged between the boys and the host, a clip of their debut video was played on the screen. Even though it had only been a year since it was released, Harry looked completely different. He’d matured drastically, and his face and general physique had taken on a much manlier structure. Nevertheless, he’d always been attractive and I was surprised that I hadn’t paid more attention to him before we’d met.
“So guys, how’s the album going?”
The presenter leant forwards with his cue card and smiled.
“Great thanks,” Zayn began. “We’re really pleased with how it’s turned out.”
Louis nodded and grinned. “Yeah. It’s a completely different sound to the last and I think everyone’s going to be quite surprised.”
I couldn’t help but wonder how rehearsed each of their answers were. I was very aware of the media world and how certain people were trained to suit their target audience, and I was certain that One Direction had been trained finely.
“So when can we expect to hear it?”
“I think it’s coming out towards the end of the year.”
Harry’s words were well-articulated as he spoke. I could hear each careful syllable slip from his tongue, and I found it a huge turn-on that he was so well-spoken.
“We’re very excited for everybody to hear it.”
He flashed a grin as he finished and I felt like an idiot as I smiled in an empty room… at the TV. But I’d seen that grin so many times before and I could tell that it was genuine.
The presenter asked a selection of questions so generic that even I was certain that I could have answered them. They’d been on for fifteen minutes and I guessed that the interview was about to come to an end.
“And the question on everybody’s lips…”
The interviewer smirked and I knew exactly what was coming. My heart began to race and I could feel my palms dampening with moisture as I anticipated his words with baited breath.
“Which ones of you are single?”
Oh God. Harry and I hadn’t discussed this since he told me that he’d been asked this in Sweden and I was completely and utterly clueless as to how he was going to handle it. I wanted him to be mine. In my own mind, he was. Or at least, I hoped that he was mine and not anybody else’s. But my mind was a completely different place to the world outside. Letting the public in opened us up to scorn and scrutiny.
The first three boys nodded and smiled as the presenter went around the group, explaining that they were all in long-term relationships and very much loved up. As the cameras fell on to Harry, my heart stopped. There was a glimmer in his eyes and a soft kink to his mouth ends, and it was at that moment that I knew that he’d made the decision.
“I’m seeing somebody, yes,” he smiled.
My pulse accelerated to an incredible speed.
“You kept that one quiet! Is it serious?”
He leant forwards to the table and took a sip of his water. “I like her a lot.”
My heart broke out into a thousand fluttering pieces. I couldn’t quite work out if I was thrilled or completely terrified. Probably both.
“You do realise that you’ve just broken thousands of hearts?”
“We love all of our fans, single or not,” he smiled, spinning a line that was obvious he’d been trained to say.
“Not going to be tying the knot any time soon then?”
Harry’s eyes lit up with wry amusement. How unintentionally felicitous. My mind instantly rushed back to our time away last weekend; to his fingers deftly knotting the ropes around my wrists and ankles. Even though my mind was in a completely different place right now, I couldn’t stop the heat from pooling between my legs at the thought of being stripped and bound by Harry. With Harry.
“No. It’s still very early on and we’re taking things slowly and enjoying ourselves.”
“I bet you are,” the presenter laughed before directing his attention to Niall, who shook his head and confirmed that he was the only one not seeing anybody.
In the space of a few minutes, it had gone from Harry and I to me, Harry and the rest of the world. I’d only mentioned Harry to my mum and a couple of friends. Of course, I’d left out certain details. I’m sure that my mother wouldn’t want to know about our spanking and bondage sessions. However she wasn’t stupid and I’m sure that she was aware that this wasn’t a cup of tea and slippers sort of thing.
As soon as the interview was over, I walked back into my office. My mind was in a complete haze and I knew that I’d struggle to keep focus for the rest of the day. I was surprised to see Harry’s name flash up on the screen of my phone so soon after the interview.
“Well I wasn’t really prepared for that,” I laughed as I answered the call.
“Yeah, me either…” Harry breathed a laugh, which was then followed by a short pause. “Was what I said okay?”
I paused for a moment and smiled. “Yes.”
“I was thinking back and forth the entire time the others were answering and just sort of… I felt like it was the right thing to say.”
“Well the media will have a field day with it.”
Harry laughed on the other end. “That they will… But I’m not going to tell them anything else. As difficult and seemingly impossible as it is, I really would like to keep my private life- you- from the media and everyone else.”
I knew that Harry’s public admittance that he was seeing something would mean that the press would be watching him like a hawk, and even though this thought scared me, I was optimistic that we could keep ourselves hidden. For the time being, anyway. It would just take a little more effort and planning on our part.
“How are you anyway?” I asked.
“I’m good.” I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was smiling on the other end. “And yourself?”
“Flustered,” I laughed, “but also good.”
“Is that because of the interview?”
“The interview and the fact that I’ve come back to nine new messages in the space of fifteen minutes.”
“Oh God,” Harry laughed. “I’d best let you get on then.”
“Call me tomorrow when you’re on your way.”
“I will. I should be done by 9pm so I’ll call you around then.”
“Good,” I smiled. “I’ll see you then.”
-
I pulled up my left stocking and clipped it to the suspenders before smoothing my dress down and giving myself a final once over in the mirror. Tonight was a big night and I needed to look my best. My manager and I were going to the Trafalgar Hotel in central London to meet with a potential new client who would be extremely good for the business and our reputation. I’d gone for a simple plain black silk shift dress that fell just above my knees. It was fitted, but not clingy, and it showed off my curves in all the right places. I had my hair in loose waves with half of it clipped back and my make-up was minimal; soft eyes opened up with big black lashes and a little bit of bronzer on my cheeks. It still surprised me at how professional I looked once I’d put some heels on. I wasn’t overly tall- just over 5’5- but three inches of height made all the difference. I looked sleek and elegant; a complete contrast to the girl sitting in front of the TV in an old university jumper and jogging bottoms just an hour or so ago.
I took a deep breath as the taxi pulled up outside the hotel. I wasn’t usually nervous but there was a lot of pressure riding on this. My manager had chosen me to come with him because he knew that I had a way with words and could be very persuasive without coming across as manipulative. That, and the fact that we both knew that this particular businessman had a thing for young blondes. This was one of the rare occasions that I didn’t mind using my looks for business gain. I’d never thought that I was overly attractive, but I wasn’t unattractive and I knew how to make the most of my features and body. I was a firm believer that every girl could look attractive if she wanted to. And of course, confidence makes all the difference. I’d been extremely introverted and shy as a child and it took me a long time to grow a confidence that I could be proud of. I’d found that once I started acting confident, I began to feel it.
As we walked into the dining room, I spotted our client straight away. You can tell a rich businessman when you see one. There’s something about the way he holds himself; so cool and self-possessed, exuding wealth and success. This particular business magnate was in his late-forties and obviously attractive; with deep brown eyes and a jaw that most men would be envious of. His suit was charcoal grey and tailored to perfection, and I smiled as I shook his hand and introduced myself before taking a seat.
The evening had gone better than I could have hoped for, and after a delicious three-course meal and a few glasses of fine wine, we were shaking hands and securing deals. My head was slightly fuzzy and my blood felt warmer than usual, and even though I was far from drunk, I was definitely a little tipsy. After politely declining the man’s proposition for a drink at the bar, we settled the bill and exchanged our goodbyes. My manager and our new client left together as I excused myself and went to the bathroom.
As I stood in front of the mirror and fixed my hair, my phone began to vibrate in my bag.
“How very punctual,” I laughed.
As promised, Harry had called me dead on 9pm.
“Are you outside?”
“I’m about five minutes away. Just at some lights.”
“Okay, not a problem. Where shall I meet you?”
“I think I’ll get the driver to pull up outside the back entrance? I’m pretty sure no one will be there.”
“Okay. I’ll just finish what I’m doing in here and make my way there then.”
“Doing what where?”
His voice was laced with amusement.
“Oh, you know… This and that,” I teased as I clipped a wayward strand of hair back. “I’m just in the bathroom.”
“Are you alone?”
I glanced behind me to see that all of the cubicles were vacant.
“Yes, I’m alone.”
He let out a long breath and I could tell that his mind was getting carried away. It was taking my own mind with it.
“That’s a shame…”
“What is?” I breathed, watching my cheeks flush pink in response to his sultry voice.
“That I’m not in there with you.”
I inhaled deeply as my pulse began to quicken. If Harry was here now, there was no doubt in my mind that he’d have my body held up against the wall as we both raced to reach our ends before somebody came in.
“But I’m outside now so we’ll save that thought for another day,” he laughed, and as quickly as that, the seductive mood had vanished; leaving nothing more than a rosy tint to my cheeks.
I arrived at the back entrance to see a black taxi with its headlights on waiting at the kerb. As the door swung open, I quickly clipped over in my heels and got into the vehicle, pulling the door shut behind me. I couldn’t have stopped my eyes from popping out of their sockets if I’d even tried. Harry’s hair was pushed back from his face into a carefully styled quiff, which added at least two years to his age. The dim lighting coming from the streets outside cast dark shadows across his face and his cheekbones and jawline looked even more defined than usual. He was dressed in a white dress shirt that was buttoned up right to the collar with a grey suit jacket over the top, and he was wearing black skinny jeans and black leather brogues that pointed at the toe. To put it simply, he looked incredible; so sophisticated and sexy. And far more mature than most men my age.
“Hey,” he grinned, causing his dimple to sink into his cheek. “How was it?”
I pulled my seat belt over my body and clipped it into place before turning to face him.
“Good,” I smiled. “We got the deal.”
“Congrats. I thought you would.”
He sounded proud as he spoke and I couldn’t help but grin.
“How was Burberry?” I asked.
“Yeah really fun actually. I met some cool people and had a few drinks, so that was nice.”
I could tell that he was a little tipsy as well. His words were long and drawn out and occasionally slurring into one another, and his eye lids looked heavier than they would be through tiredness alone. In my own tipsy state, I couldn’t help but laugh.
“What’s so funny?” he grinned curiously.
“You are. You’re tipsy.”
“Same goes for you,” he smirked.
As our eyes locked, we studied one another for a moment in a comfortable silence. I couldn’t take my eyes from him, and as his eyes dropped to my slightly parted lips, I knew that it wouldn’t be long before his lips were on mine. I inched forwards instinctively, and as I did, he leaned in the rest of the way to kiss me. I could taste wine on his lips, and I gladly welcomed his tongue between mine. I wasn’t sure whether the taxi driver could see us in his rear view mirror, but at that moment in time I didn’t care. I hadn’t seen him in almost a week and I wanted to have his lips and hands on me. Our kiss was so soft and tender; yet still playful. I smirked as he brought my lip back between his teeth and pulled away, staying close as we both caught our breaths. In the words of Shakespeare’s Juliet, he most definitely kissed by the book.
A blur of street lamps whisked past as I gazed out of the window on to the night time streets of our capital city.
“Do the others know?”
My words were quiet and distant as I pulled myself from my concentration and turned to face Harry, who also seemed to have fallen into a world of his own.
“Hm?”
“About… Y’know.”
“About you?”
“Well, I gather that they already do. But I mean…”
An amused glint came into his eyes as my words trailed off. “About what we get up to in the bedroom, so to speak?”
I laughed. “Yes.”
“No, they don’t.”
I was both surprised and relieved at the same time. I had enough male friends to know the sorts of conversations that were often exchanged between them. Although some were light-hearted and amusing, others were absolutely awful to hear and often had my blood boiling.
“It’s not something I wish to share with them. But not because I’m ashamed. Because it’s private and it’s between me and you, and I want to keep it that way.”
He brushed his fingertips back and forth over the top of my knee as he spoke.
“I’m sure they’d love to know what we get up to,” he smirked, “but I’ve never really been one to kiss and tell.”
His maturity was quite astonishing and I found myself even more attracted to him than I already was. My feelings towards Harry seemed to be moving forwards and developing with each passing moment, and even though I wasn’t in love with him, I couldn’t help but wonder whether love would fall on this path. I’d never been in love before. Perhaps love was just unconditional happiness. Perhaps love was just two people completely bound and devoted to one another, mind and body, at that moment in time. Perhaps love was simpler than I thought it was.
“Would you feel uncomfortable if they did?”
I came from my quiet thoughts. The idea of somebody else knowing about mine and Harry’s sexual experimentation instantly had me feeling exposed and uneasy.
“A little.”
“Exactly. I wouldn’t do that to you. I care too much about you.”
As I looked up at him from beneath my lashes, he smiled. His fingertips were still moving over my stocking-clad skin and as they brushed higher, they revealed the band of skin just above the top of them. Both of our eyes dropped to watch Harry’s fingers moving over my bare flesh, and each tiny hair on my skin came to life. His touch was soft and gentle, and even though he could have easily lifted my dress higher, he made no attempt to go any further. Instead, he leaned over towards me and pressed his lips on to mine; smiling as we fell into another world of our own.
The taxi pulled up outside of Harry’s house in Primrose Hill just after half 9. The streets were calm and empty; apart from the black and white cat that I saw dart across the road and into the bushes. I still couldn’t believe that a place like this existed in such a busy and polluted city.
“Can I get you a drink?” Harry asked as we entered his living room. “Wine? Water? Juice?”
“What wine do you have?”
I sat down on the sofa as Harry slung his blazer over the back of the armchair and walked through to the kitchen.
“White!” he called, and before I’d even answered, I could hear him getting a glass from the cupboard.
I smiled at his presumption. “White’s good.”
A few short moments later and Harry was back in the room settling a glass of wine for me and a bottle of beer for himself down on the table in front.
“So tell me more about Burberry,” I urged. “What’s the new season like?”
He grinned at my enthusiasm as he sat down next to me.
“Erm… wintery?”
I hit his arm playfully. “Har har.”
“The coats are really nice. Sort of similar to last year’s, but nice anyway.”
“Yes, I’ve had my eye on one for a while,” I laughed. “Although I can’t bring myself to part with that much money just yet.”
I took a sip of my wine and Harry smiled. “Let me have a word with somebody and I could probably get it for you.”
“Don’t joke about these things.”
He laughed. “I’m not. I made a few friends that work for Burberry at Fashion Week last year.”
“Seriously?”
I sounded more surprised than I actually was.
“Yes. So show me which one you’re after and I’ll see what I can do.”
I took another sip of my wine before placing it back down on the table and grinning disbelievingly at Harry. I usually liked earning what I bought- knowing that I’d worked for it and truly deserved it- but this was too good to pass up.
“Shall we put something on in the background?” Harry asked, nodding towards the TV.
I nodded and watched as Harry got to his feet and walked over to the TV, before opening up the cabinet beneath it to reveal a large array of stacked DVDs.
“Any preferences?”
“Nope, your call,” I smiled.
He hummed thoughtfully as he pulled DVDs out and shuffled some around, before finally deciding on one and putting it into the player.
“Peep Show?”
I raised an eyebrow and laughed as he turned to face me.
“Well I guessed that this is your sort of humour,” he laughed, making his way back over to the sofa.
“It is. David Mitchell’s an absolute comic genius.”
“Agreed,” he smiled. “Any particular episode you’d like to watch? It’s the most recent season.”
I thought for a moment. I’d seen them all hundreds of times each but they never got tiresome.
“This is completely out of season, but the Christmas one.”
Harry laughed. “Excellent choice, Miss Jacobs.”
He took a sip of his beer as he pressed a few buttons on the remote control and the episode began playing.
“Would you like to get more comfortable?”
Harry looked at me as he rested his arm along the back of the sofa, and this time I didn’t hesitate. I shifted my body along the cushions until I was right up against him, and he dropped his arm over my shoulder with his hand on the top of my arm. I instantly relaxed into him. My mind was a little hazy from the wine, but not enough to weaken my rationale. The warmth of his skin was radiating through the thin cotton of his shirt as I lay my palm flat against his stomach, and he laughed lightly as I tucked my fingers beneath the opening between two buttons and stroked his skin.
After ten minutes or so, we’d given in to one another and Harry’s body had ended up on top of mine and between my legs. Every now and then, one of us would laugh at something funny on the TV, but we’d soon fall back into a gentle embrace of heated lips and wandering hands. There was no rush to have one another; no frenzied haste to remove clothes and indulge. Our lips played sensually as we took our time to enjoy one another.
“Episode’s over,” Harry mumbled against my lips, and I smirked as I locked my legs around his waist and held him close.
“I’m too comfortable to move.”
He leant back slightly and raised his eyebrows; looking down on me with an amused smirk.
“Do you need me to carry you?”
“No,” I laughed.
“Because I will.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
By the look on Harry’s face, I could tell that he’d taken that as a challenge, and as his hands slipped behind my back and locked together, I instantly regretted my words. I unlocked my legs from around his waist and pushed my palms against his chest.
“Don’t you even dare. I’ll break your back!”
He laughed as he pulled my body up with his so that I was sat on his thighs and our chests were flush against one another, and as I fought my weight against him, he locked his arms around me even tighter.
“Now either lock your legs around my waist and let me carry you, or I’ll throw you over my shoulder.”
Even though he was only playing, there was something so incredibly attractive about his commanding tone. He stood up and brought my body with him, and before I had chance to protest again, he was carrying me effortlessly through the living room. I gripped on to the tops of his arms as he walked with me, and for a brief moment, his lips came on to my own.
“See, not that bad, is it?” he smirked as he began walking up the stairs.
“I’ve no idea how you’re not on the floor,” I laughed.
“Don’t be silly.”
Like most girls, I was self-conscious about my weight and there was a time in Primary school when I’d been tormented for it. I was pleasantly surprised, and impressed, that Harry hadn’t stumbled or faltered once during his ascent. He continued to hold me in his arms as he walked through to his bedroom. He switched his bedside lamp on and placed his iPhone into the speaker dock next to it before carefully lowering my feet to the floor below. I kept my hands on his arms as my feet met the floor, supporting myself for a moment as I locked my knees. His hands never left my body, and as I stood before him, they travelled around my waist to rest on the back of my hips. The lighting of the room was subdued; just bright enough for me to see the glimmer in his eyes. He was thinking about kissing me; his eyes were drawn to my lips and I watched him intently as his own parted ever so slightly. Instead of closing the space between us, he moved his head to the side of mine and slowly slid his hands up my back, until his fingertips were right at the nape of my neck.
“I like this dress on you,” he whispered. “But…”
His fingers took hold of the button at the top of my dress and released it from its loop. I shut my eyes and inhaled deeply as he pulled on the zip and began to slowly descend down the length of my spine. I could pick out soft citrus and woody notes from his aftershave, mixed with the natural smell of warm flesh that had my heart pounding with want and need. As he reached the base of my spine, I leant forwards and kissed the skin over his jugular, tasting him, and a soft groan reverberated in his throat. He moved his hands either side of my shoulders and gently pushed the silky material from my skin. My dress slipped from my body with ease and within a second, had pooled at my feet. With his hands still on my shoulders, he slowly twisted my body so that my back was against his front. His breath washed hotly over my neck and shoulders and I shuddered involuntarily at the gentle sensation over my skin. I watched as his hands moved around my thighs to the fronts of them; teasing the skin just above my stockings. There was something about his hands that I found so fascinating; from the slenderness of his fingers to the thick veins set beneath his skin. They were both sensual and powerful; a combination that had me craving his touch on many occasions.
His hands moved to my hips and he pulled me close against him; dropping his lips to the area between my neck and shoulder whilst his fingertips caressed my waist.
“If I had my way, you’d be naked all the time,” he breathed as he slid his lips upwards along my neck.
I instinctively extended it to the side and held my hands over his; bringing them up over my ribcage. Harry’s right hand came from me and brushed over the back of my right thigh, before swiftly unclipping my suspender from my stocking with his thumb and forefinger. I was suddenly drawn to the music coming fromt he speakers. I didn’t know it, but I felt it; soft vocals over a slow and heavy beat, running through me like an aphrodisiac. I slowly opened my eyes as Harry’s body moved from me, leaving me standing there. I turned around to see him sat on the bed with his eyes fixed firmly upon me; legs parted to accommodate his obvious arousal beneath the thick black denim of his trousers. I stood before him only a few feet away in just my underwear; black, lacy and all matching. My heart raced as his eyes caressed every dip and curve of my body. I felt so erotically charged. So attractive to him. Something about the way he was looking at me dispelled all of my inhibitions and I lowered my right hand down to the top of my thigh and began sliding my fingers back and forth along the suspender that was holding the front of my stocking up. As he watched my fingers dance around the lace band of my stocking, I unclipped it from the suspender so that it shifted down my skin to just above my knee. I made sure not to break our gaze. I could feel my body responding in so many ways to both Harry’s smouldering stare and the music, and as I released my other stocking from the suspenders, I couldn’t help but brush my fingers across the very innards of my thighs. I’d never stripped for anybody before. Until now, the thought had seemed entirely terrifying. But here and now, with Harry looking at me with such wonder and appreciation, I wanted to do this. I took a deep breath and emptied my mind; focusing on the desire running through me. I reached behind my back and unclipped my suspender belt, letting it fall to the floor at my feet. Harry’s eyes followed its descent before idly making their way back up my body; lips parted in concentration.
I watched a change in you. It’s like you never had wings. Now you feel so alive.
My body was heavy with arousal. My nipples were achingly hard to the point of being uncomfortable. Our eyes met for a few heartbeats before I turned my back to him and slid my hands up over the outsides of my thighs and then past my waist, tracing my curves. As I pushed my hips backwards and arched my back slightly, I languidly moved my hands towards the back of my bra. I made sure to take my time, swaying subtly as I imagined that my own hands were Harry’s; teasing and exploring. I’d seen a burlesque show once, and even though I was nowhere near that sort of seductive mastery, I remembered how the girls had moved and how mesmerised I’d been whilst watching them perform. My fingers unhooked the clasp and my bra came open. I kept my eyes in front as I shrugged it from my shoulders and let it fall to join my suspender belt on the floor. I ran my hands through my hair and pulled it upwards to expose my back and neck to him. As my fingers ran through the ends, my hair fell in loose waves over my shoulders and down my back. I glanced back over my shoulder to gauge Harry’s reaction, and he flicked his eyes up to mine and his lips curved into a seductive smile. He’d undone the first few buttons of his shirt and I noticed that he’d already taken his belt off. His cheeks were flushed and his cock was rock hard beneath his jeans. I felt sexier and more confident than I’d ever felt and the expression on Harry’s face as I turned around and bared my semi-naked body to him was one that I’d remember for a long time. He’d seen me naked more times than I cared to count, but the look in his eyes as we faced one another at that moment in time was so dark and sensual; as if he were stripping me right down to the heart of my soul.
I crossed my right leg over my left as I took a step towards him; accentuating the curvature of my hips. The magnetism between us as I stood at his feet was so compelling, yet neither made any attempt to touch one another. I hooked my fingers beneath the waistband of my underwear and slowly slid them past my hips until they were mid-way down my thigh and fell to the floor. Harry’s eyes dropped from my face to the exposed area between my legs, and I shuddered in delight as his hot breath washed over my bare skin. We both remained still in lustful awe, until Harry moved his hand to the back of my left knee and began drawing it upwards. My toe grazed his shin and Harry held my leg steadily until my foot was resting on his knee. His eyes instantly focused between my legs as I bared myself completely to him. He looked up at me and smirked, bringing his lips so close to my centre that I could almost feel them on me. I watched him in silence as his dark eyes took me in, before he turned his cheek and brushed his lips over the inside of my thigh. I was certain that with a single flick of his tongue, I’d come. I was so hot and wet and I desperately wanted to tilt my hips forwards and press myself to his lips. But there was something so powerful between us that I felt completely paralysed to the spot. His fingertips tucked themselves beneath the band of my silk stocking and began to pull it downwards, so slowly and sensually. His eyes flicked up to mine and as I pointed my toe, he pulled the material from me and dropped it to the floor below. He ran his hands up my leg, right from my ankle until they were caressing the skin at the back of my thigh, before he carefully lowered my leg to the floor and brought the opposite one on to his knee, repeating his gentle ministrations.
I let out a shaky breath as my other foot reached the floor and a heated friction rubbed between my legs. I was possessed by desire. His, as well as my own. He traced his index finger along the thin line of hair that ran down the centre of my pubic bone before slowly pushing himself to his feet, body towering over mine, and as we stood there, I could hear nothing but the sounds of our shallow breathing filling the room. Even though there was space between us, I could feel him; his warmth, his presence. I knew that if I inhaled any deeper my lungs would fill enough to push my nipples against his cotton shirt, but before I had the chance, Harry had moved himself behind me.
“Put your hands and knees on the bed,” he whispered into my ear.
I leant forwards so that my palms were on his duvet before following them with my knees as gracefully as possible. He drew his fingertip up the length of my spine until he was at the nape of my neck, lingering, and my breathing momentarily ceased as his fingers began to delicately work the clasp of my necklace. He removed it from me and I turned my face to my left to watch him place it carefully on the bedside table, now completely naked. He leant forwards so that his lips were just above my ear.
“Just how I like you.”
His voice was soft and calm, but I knew that there was an insatiable lust coursing through his blood that would soon have me crying out and clawing at the sheets. His hands came either side of my face and then my sight was gone. The material was so silky against my skin and as he knotted it at the back, I guessed that it was the same silk he’d used to bind my wrists to my ankles a few weeks ago.
He smoothed his hands over my back and even though I couldn’t see him, I could sense his eyes on me; right between my legs. I was turned on beyond belief as I knelt before him with my legs parted slightly. My breasts were heavy and nipples hard. My entire lower region was so tight. He pressed his palms to my backside and slid them firmly upwards along the curvature of my spine. His hands were heavy and heated my skin, and as he reached my shoulders, he swept my hair to the side and gathered it in his hand. I felt a slight pressure on the back of my scalp, which gradually increased until my head came backwards to face the ceiling and the weight of my body was lifted from my hands. My back arched and my hands came from the sheets as Harry used my hair to draw my body up towards his; until I was kneeling upright with my back against his chest. He tugged on my hair sharply so that my face was parallel to the ceiling, and I could feel his heart pounding against his chest. His roughness was completely thrilling for both my body and mind. This was desire in its rawest and most natural form. This was us; succumbing to one another.
He moved his lips across my cheek, breathing hot and heavy over the sensitive skin behind my ear.
“That strip,” he drawled, “was quite possible one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen in my life.”
His hand still had a firm hold of my hair; securing me there for his play.
“And I’m going to fuck you hard to show you just how much I love that beautiful little body of yours.”
I groaned as his lips closed around the skin of my neck and his tongue flicked out between them, teasing the delicate area. I held my hands either side of his thighs and pushed myself back against him so that I could feel his erection beneath his jeans pressing between my legs. A soft moan escaped my lips and I felt his lips slide into a smirk.
“You’ll get my jeans wet if you’re not careful.”
A quiet laugh escaped me through shallow breaths and his free hand came around my front; splaying across my abdomen. He let out a deep breath as his middle finger dipped between my legs. For the first time that night, he’d felt how ready I was for him. My entire body tensed and my hips bucked forwards against the soft sweeping of his finger. His hand made its way back up my body and he pressed his wet fingers to my lips and inside of my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his flesh; tainted with my own sweet arousal. He slid his fingers from my wanton lips before he slowly began to lower my body back to the bed. As my hands felt the sheets, he continued to push me downwards; until my chest and shoulders were flat on the bed. I felt his hot breath between my legs and as he clasped each of my thighs and held them apart, he drew his tongue along my wet centre. My back arched as a small whimper left my lips, and before I could catch my breath, his tongue was dipping fervently in and out of my hot entrance. The sound of wet flesh upon wet flesh mingled with heavy breathing was so erotic and I couldn’t stop myself from pushing back against his face; craving more of his masterful lips and tongue. He alternated between fast flicks and long drawn-out licks, occasionally grazing his teeth along my sensitive skin. As he paused for breath, he replaced his tongue with his finger; twisting it back and forth with a speed and precision that had me gripping on to the sheets desperately. He pushed a second finger inside of me until I could feel his knuckles at my entrance and my entire body shifted forwards.
“Relax for me a second,” Harry whispered as he withdrew his fingers to their tips.
I loosened my muscles and as I did, I felt another finger at my entrance. I exhaled sharply as he slowly pushed three fingers inside of me until they were about half way in. I felt so full and tight and I couldn’t stop my muscles from clenching around his fingers. It was a sensation that I hadn’t experienced before and even though it was a little uncomfortable, I felt completely overcome with pleasure.
“How does that feel?”
I took a deep breath. “Tight.”
“Good tight?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
Sensationally tight. He began moving his fingers back and forth at a tormentingly slow speed, making sure that I could feel every inch of his long and svelte fingers.
I whimpered as he withdrew his fingers completely; hoping that they’d soon be back inside of me to push me over the edge that I was teetering on. However as the bed lifted, I listened intently and could hear the swift pull of a zip and the heavy thud of jeans hitting the floor. As Harry’s body leant over mine, his erection rested on my lower back; so hot and heavy. His skin was so warm upon mine and I could feel his breath on me as his arms came either side of my own. His pendant skimmed the skin over the nape of my neck as I pushed myself up onto my arms and arched my back, desperate to have him as close as possible. I could only imagine how he looked right now; completely naked. I’d seen him naked enough times to conjure up images that caused my heart to race and lower region throb, but nothing was as good as the real thing. I could picture his biceps straining either side of me as he held his weight; shoulder blades and muscles moving and flexing beneath his taut skin. I knew that his cheeks would be rosy and lips dark pink; a deep pinkness that would be mirrored on the head of his cock too. His knees rested between my own and the fronts of his muscular thighs were hot and firm against the back of mine; soft hairs brushing over my skin. I turned my cheek to my right and Harry’s lips grazed over mine.
“Hold on to the edge of the bed,” he whispered. “Tightly.”
I did as I was told and moved my hands forwards and curled my fingers over the edge of the bed. Harry’s chest moved from my back and as he placed his left hand on my hip, his hot tip came between my legs. As I felt him there, I moved my hips against him. He sighed and squeezed my hip hard. Without warning, he pushed himself inside of me in one swift motion; filling me right to the pit of my stomach. My back arched and my lips fell apart silently. His other hand clasped around my hip as he held me still so that I was unable to move.
“You’re so big,” I breathed in complete awe.
He pushed his hips forwards even further and I let out a strangled cry.
“Do you like having me inside of you?”
As Harry spoke, he began massaging my backside; kneading and caressing.
“Yes.”
My voice was barely a whisper.
“Describe it to me…”
I was so turned on at that moment in time that I could barely think straight, let alone speak.
“Tight. So tight and warm and oh my God-“
He flexed his hips and pulled his length from me before entering me again. My back arched even more so and I clutched the sheets tightly between my fingers.
“Harry. Fuck me. Please.”
My words came out between shaky breaths and he withdrew himself right to the tip.
“Seeing as you’ve been so patient and asked so nicely…”
His voice was smooth and sultry and I knew that he was smirking. I cried out as he pushed himself back inside of me with force; so hard and deep. The breath was knocked out of me and before I had a chance to draw enough air in to compose myself, he was pounding himself into me. I was taken back to the first night when Harry had spanked me and to how rough he’d been then, but this was so much more intense. His movements were hard and fast; fingertips digging into my skin so roughly that I was certain they’d bruise. My right hand instinctively reached out behind me to hold on to his thigh, and as I did, he came to an immediate halt. He pushed his hips forwards so that mine fell to the sheets below and took my hand in his, before leaning his body over mine and placing my hand back over the edge of the bed. I felt like an Egyptian sphinx as I lay on my front with my weight on my forearms, and as Harry’s lips brushed over my cheek, he clasped his hand over both of mine.
“What did I say?” He took my lobe between his teeth and I winced at the pressure. “Keep your hands in front of you or I’ll bind them there.”
His voice was thick with both warning and dark amusement.
“Or perhaps I’ll tie you to the bed altogether and make you watch me finish myself off whilst you lie here… helplessly. Wanting.”
His words fuelled my arousal and he smirked against my cheek as I whined. As he lay still inside of me, so close, I didn’t want him to move. Having his body on top of mine- inside of me- felt so safe and comforting. He slid his arm underneath my stomach and swiftly pulled me on to my hands and knees. Then very slowly, he began parting his legs and spreading mine as he did so. The new angle had a sensational depth and within moments, his hips were slamming against the backs of mine and my entire body was jolting forwards.
As he continued to penetrate me deeply, I could feel my climax beginning to rise. My breaths were coming out hard and fast and my muscles were tight and trembling; right on the edge of release. Harry lowered his left hand to the bed and slid his right between the front of my legs; drawing fast and short circles over my clitoris. The combination of his shaft stroking firmly over my g-spot and the skilled movement of his finger pushed me right over the edge, and as I moaned his name breathlessly over and over again, the front half of my body collapsed to the sheets below in complete euphoria.
Harry’s arm came across my chest and he pulled my body up so that I was sat on his knees with my back against his chest, impaled. The final remnants of my orgasm continued to roll through me as he held me there still; buried so deep. His skin was hot and clammy against my own and as my head fell back against his shoulder, his hot breath was ragged in my ear. He turned my cheek to face him and pressed his lips on to mine; so breathless and delicate. I was suspended on a beam of pleasure that sought out no end. If I had the choice, I would have stayed like that until my very last breath. Our lips parted and just as quickly as he’d pulled me against him, I was back on the bed with my hands out in front. I bit down on the back of my hand as he continued his strong and frantic rhythm; panting loudly as his skin slapped harshly against mine. He squeezed my right cheek before his hand came down with a sharp slap, and I knew that he was about to lose it. I was exhausted but I was certain that I was going to come again. I could already feel my core muscles heating and tightening with each hard thrust. His groans matched my own each time he hit my backside and I clenched around him, bringing me closer and closer to a second release.
“Christ,” Harry breathed through what sounded like clenched teeth. “Do you have any idea how tight you are right now?”
Each hard thrust and spank had wound my muscles up to the point of being so tight that I was certain that I could feel each ridge and bump that lined his thick shaft. The thing with Harry was that he had incredible girth as well as length. Alongside the pleasures that he never failed to give me came a sensational friction, particularly during rougher play such as this. It wasn’t painful, but I struggled to take him at times. Having said that, there was something about this sort of possession- the fight between his body and mine- that I thrived upon. The carnality. The surrender.
“Relax, Emilia.”
His voice was deep and soothing; followed by a heavy slap to my backside which had my fingers clawing at the sheets.
“I can’t,” I whimpered.
“You can.” He pushed my cheeks apart with his hands and held them open to try and ease my muscles. “Relax that tight little pussy of yours and I’ll make you come again.”
That was the first time I’d heard Harry use that word and I was surprised at how much it turned me on to hear it pass his lips. It was one of those words that usually made me wince, but hearing Harry say it- voice thick and desperate- was so arousing. I breathed in deeply and concentrated on letting my muscles go, freeing him from my tight grasp.
“That’s it,” he whispered as he began moving with fluidity once more. “Good girl.”
My insides warmed as he praised me. Beads of sweat were seeping from my skin, and as I urged him to fuck me harder, his hand struck me for the final time that night and a second wave of unstoppable pleasure rocked through me.
The next few moments were a complete blur. As I came to, Harry was panting and grunting as he neared his end. With one final hard thrust, he quickly freed himself from me. I could only imagine the deep purple of his glans as he shot his hot orgasm over my rosy English skin; claiming me right from the nape of my neck to the base of my spine.
I lay there still, vibrating with pleasure as I tried to catch my breath. In complete darkness and with my cheek to the duvet, I could feel my body slipping into another world. The post-coital moments always overcame me to the point of being completely relaxed and out of mind.
“Don’t move,” Harry spoke through laboured breaths.
The bed dipped behind my feet and then Harry was moving a soft material down my spine; clearing himself off of me. He then carefully began wiping it between my legs. My body weakened at the sensuality and intimacy of his touch; soothing me and cleaning me of my own orgasm. Once Harry was done, his body came on top of mine and he fingered the knot of my blindfold.
“Keep your eyes closed for a moment,” he whispered.
I kept my eyes shut as he pulled it from them. I slowly fluttered them open to the light and even though it was dim, it took them a while to adjust. Harry came to rest at my side; body hot and sweaty. His cock was still hard, though slowly beginning to soften. Our noses grazed and our lips met; warm and trembling. As I relaxed into our kiss I turned my body to face his so that we were chest to chest, both breathing heavily, and his arm came around my waist and pulled me close to him. The area between my legs was hot and sore and I knew that I’d feel it the following day.
As his lips came from mine, he breathed out a soft laugh and I couldn’t help but reciprocate. We’d gone from laughing mindlessly at a comedy sitcom to fucking roughly and uninhibitedly in the space of an hour. I loved how comfortable we’d become with one another and how I never felt awkward around Harry- even just minutes after I’d been begging him to fuck me hard and make me come.
I kissed the left side of his mouth, right over his little mole.
“I like this.”
Harry pulled back slightly and looked at me with curious eyes.
“You like what?”
I moved my hand from between us and brushed my finger over the mole. “This.”
A smile teased his lips and he raised his eyebrows. “Why?”
I wasn’t really sure why. His face was almost perfectly symmetrical and this threw it off a little. But not as an imperfection. As something natural and beautiful. The more I thought about it, the more I realised that he really was quite beautiful. His frosty green eyes were so big and warm; framed with thick dark lashes. His nose was neither too big nor small; neither too wide nor narrow. His lips were so full and pink that I wanted to kiss them each time I saw him. They felt even better than they looked. His skin was both smooth and rough; soft flesh lined with fine stubble along his top lip and jaw. And he was blessed with one of the most incredible jaw lines that I had ever laid eyes on. Strong and angular. He had the bone structure and symmetry that could certainly open up doors to a modelling career.
I shrugged. “I just do.”
A soft amusement warmed his eyes and he pressed his lips to mine.
“You know,” he began, “you have one too…”
His fingertips moved over my waist and past my hip, until they were stroking back and forth over the crease of my right thigh.
“Right here,” he whispered without even glancing downwards.
As Harry’s fingers continued to stroke over my skin, I lifted my leg slightly and lowered my eyes between us. I’d never even noticed the freckle there before. It was small and brown and tucked right away into the crease of my thigh. I couldn’t help but blush at his attention. He was beginning to know my own body better than I did.
I ran my hand through his hair to the back of his head and began moving my fingers over his scalp. His eyes fluttered shut and he instinctively pushed his head against my fingers.
“Good?” I laughed softly.
The corners of his mouth twitched upwards and he nodded, breathing deeply. He reminded me of a small kitten being fussed; a complete contrast to the composed Harry that I was so used to seeing.
As silence passed and we lay there with tangled limbs, a topic that I’d been curious about since Harry had mentioned it came to the forefront of my mind. I was tired but I couldn’t suppress the burning questions that were running through my head.
“Tell me about those clubs,” I murmured before lifting my head from his chest to look up at him.
He knitted his brows together as he tried to read my expression, and his eyes lit up when he realised the nature of my question.
“I’m guessing you’re not asking me to tell you about night clubs and such,” he smirked amusedly.
I moved from his body to lay on my front and he shifted his body upwards so that his back was against the head rest of the bed. I wasn’t naive and I knew a little bit about fetish clubs, but I had no first-hand experience of them. I was intrigued to hear Harry’s experiences.
“Well,” he took a deep breath, “after my first spanking session, I was a little thrown by the reaction I’d received,” he laughed. “I’d been so turned on by it, whereas she’d been completely horrified. I was young and I wasn’t sure why she reacted the way she did.”
“You were 16 and you spanked her. I imagine that’s why,” I laughed.
An amused smile tugged at his lips. “Well yes, I understand that now.”
He looked away for a brief moment, as if to gather his thoughts.
“About a year ago, I was out with some friends and I got chatting to some guy at the bar. He can’t have been much older than you are now. I’m not sure how we even got on to the subject of spanking and fetishes… It was almost the end of the night and he suggested that we go somewhere else- somewhere a little more ‘exciting’, I think his exact words were. I was a bit drunk and my curiosity got the better of me. As I’m sure you’re quite used to.”
He looked at me and smirked.
“A car pulled up outside of the club we were at and took us down some winding streets in central London, until we were outside a tall inconspicuous-looking building that sat between a few closed shops.”
“Down a back alley?” I joked.
“No,” he laughed. “These places are just well-hidden. This building didn’t even look open, and I remember wondering what the hell we were doing outside a closed and seemingly empty building. But there was a door at the side- no sign or anything upon it. Just a plain black door with a column of buzzers to the side of it. The guy I was with pressed the top one and spoke into the speaker. I couldn’t really hear what he said, but once he’d hung up, the door opened and we stepped inside.”
My heart was pounding with anticipation as I hung off of the edge of each of Harry’s words; wondering what sorts of things he was about to tell me.
“My phone had been going off constantly since I’d left the club. I was 17 and I’d left without security and without telling anyone where I was going. I didn’t even know where I was going myself, and looking back, it was a ridiculous thing to do. And I got in a lot of trouble the next day.”
“I’m not surprised.”
“But anyway, as we walked in, the walls were draped with thick black velvet and there was a door. And then another door after that. The decor was so dark- blacks, reds, purples. The guy shook hands with a few people along the way, and it wasn’t until he’d introduced me to the final man that it really hit me. There was this woman- mid twenties at a guess- kneeling at his feet with her hands upturned on her lap, wearing nothing but nipple clamps and a thong- not even shoes. My mouth dried out and my palms began to sweat and I couldn’t help but stare at her. Not once did she look up at me. Not until the guy I was standing next to instructed her to look at me without making a sound.”
“Were you scared?”
“Not scared… I was nervous and completely overwhelmed. As I walked over to the bar, my eyes roamed frantically around the venue. It wasn’t like a fetish club you’d see online. It was… sophisticated. Not overly big, dim lighting. Both men and women occupied the space; some half-naked, some fully dressed; some in normal clothes, some in fetish wear. Those dressed and not in leather and latex were dressed impeccably- sharply tailored suits, y’know- and I later learned that we’d entered an exclusive fetish club that was primarily occupied by lawyers and high-class businessmen.”
“So membership only?”
“You can’t get in without knowing somebody else and they have to refer you. I didn’t have to pay any of the times I went, but I promised them my discretion. If the media ever caught me there… I don’t even want to think what it would do to the band’s reputation.”
“But surely people talk about these things?”
“The people that go there aren’t going to want to expose themselves. And if anyone on the outside were to draw attention to it, there are things that can be done to stop word travelling.”
“Do your friends know?”
“No. Apart from the people inside, you’re the only person that knows.”
I thought for a moment as I digested his words. “Tell me more about what was inside…”
He arched an eyebrow and smirked down at me. “Girls being spanked. Men being spanked. Couples having sex… People watching them have sex… But it wasn’t sleazy. Everyone respected one another.”
“Were you turned on?”
I don’t know why I even asked.
“Beyond belief. There was one couple that I couldn’t take my eyes off.”
“What were they doing?”
“They were on a bed. But not like mine or yours,” he laughed. “It was round and black leather with plush black velvet cushions scattered over it. She was on all fours.”
“Naked?”
“Yes. Apart from a mask. He was knelt beside her, fully clothed, striking her backside with a riding crop.”
My insides clenched with arousal at the mere thought.
“I watched from a distance. I just stood there, frozen. I must have stuck out like a sore thumb.”
“Did you…” I paused for a moment. “Did you do anything?”
“Not that time. I watched but I didn’t join in with anything. I think I was probably in a bit of shock,” he laughed. “That night opened up another world for me and I realised that my fantasies were pretty tame in comparison. Some of the things I saw had never even crossed my mind.”
“Tell me,” I urged, not taking my eyes off of him.
He paused. His cheeks were still glowing from our intimacy, yet he didn’t blush at all as he spoke.
“A girl being whipped whilst chained to a crucifix. A man on all fours and on a lead with a woman in tight leather holding him at her heel.”
Even though I was aware of this sort of lifestyle, I couldn’t stop my eyes from widening. I tried to imagine how Harry must have felt seeing it right in front of his very eyes.
“Did those things arouse you?”
“No. But I found them fascinating nonetheless.”
I understood why Harry had felt this way towards them. Fascination and disconcertion are often experienced simultaneously. Things out of our comfort zone tend to captivate and toy with our imagination, whether we enjoy it or not.
“But you joined in other times…” I reverted back to a previous question.
He looked down at me and gauged my reaction. “Do you really want to know?”
I nodded.
“I’ve been back to that place a few times since then, although the last time I went was about 6 months ago. After my first time there, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I called the guy that had taken me there the week after and we arranged to go again. When we were there, I watched him spank a girl. He asked if I wanted to try so I said yes.”
I watched as his eyes fluttered shut and his tongue swept out over his lower lip to moisten it. “That was the first proper spanking I ever gave.”
“What was it like?”
A heavy breath left his lips. “Good. Having someone enjoy it makes all the difference.”
I blushed as he smirked down at me.
“Did you see her after that time?”
“I saw her a few times.”
“Did you like her?”
He thought for a moment. “I liked her insofar as she turned me on and let me explore a few things with her. But I didn’t have feelings for her. Our relationship was purely physical.”
I appreciated his honesty. I wondered what she looked like and what sort of things they experienced together. I wanted to know more but I didn’t want to pry. I watched as his cock twitched and stirred against his thigh and I brushed my fingertips over his pubic bone.
“You’re thinking about her,” I breathed out.
I hadn’t noticed Harry’s thumb stroking my shoulder until now; rubbing softly back and forth.
“I’m not. I’m thinking about you.”
I looked up at him and he cocked his head, as if beckoning me up towards him. As I moved myself forwards, Harry slipped back down on to the bed so that his head was resting on the pillow next to me, looking me straight in the eyes.
“What are you thinking about?” he whispered as his hand moved over my waist. “Have I made you feel uncomfortable?”
I shook my head. Far from it, in fact. I found myself becoming more and more aroused as I fantasised about this world that Harry had experienced. Part of me was slightly envious that he’d had a taste of something that I wanted, and with an insatiable curiosity flowing through my heated blood, he leant forwards and brushed his lips over mine.
“Would you like me to take you there someday?”
The thought of experiencing this world with Harry- a world that I’d wondered about for so long- had my insides warm and tighten with exhilaration. “Yes.”
His lips spread into a smirk as he kissed me. “I’ll see if I can arrange something.”