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hotforharrysheart · 2 years ago

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You were feeling particularly frisky. It’s like the minute the plane landed in Amsterdam something happened to your libido. Maybe it was something in the air, the cool overcast weather with the smell of the canal water was intoxicating. Maybe it was just the closeness that you felt after Harry poured out his secret behind the song Little Freak while you were in Paris, because since then it was as if your hearts were split wide open and more and more of yourselves were pouring out. God, you loved him and felt his love for you; the intimacy your shared was felt bone deep. Maybe it was the fact that you couldn’t stop thinking about the seedier side of Amsterdam that no doubt crossed anyone’s mind who visited, but was, for whatever reason, sparking a curiosity you wanted to explore with Harry. I mean, what girl wouldn’t be frisky at the thought of a walk through the Red-Light District with Harry Styles holding her hand?

Wow, you think to yourself as the car pulls up to the sensual Hotel Twenty Seven. This boutique suite hotel was so sensational; decorated with such an intimate, boudoir flare of rich colors and brocades draped over the a solidness of stone and hardwood. And the personalized service made you feel like you were in an underground club catering to your every desire. Perhaps it was just the fact that you were feeling frisky and curious.

You and Harry were staying in the Imperial Terrace Suite that, much like Paris, had a view to die for. The room and living areas were immaculate. They almost made you feel like you shouldn’t sit on the couches, chairs or disrupt the neatly folded and displayed towels or someone might jump out and scold you for being careless. It was the best, and Harry wanted you to have a taste of the best of life while travelling.

Arriving early on the day before the show gave you both time to get some work done. You had a conference call with a private investigator and Harry had some work to do with Alessandro on their Gucci collection. Mitch and Sarah had asked if you and Harry would be interested in getting together that evening for supper at the hotel restaurant Bougainville.

Excited at to have a double date evening, you decide to wear some sexy lingerie…barely there panties and a sheer bra. The silk feels so good against your skin, and you shiver as you put it on. It was chilly in Amsterdam at night, so you opt for a tight sweater dress with a cowl neck collar, thigh high tights and knee-high boots.

Harry’s wearing the black and white striped pants from Paris and a black Harry’s House sweater. He’s traded in his sneakers for a pair of red Gucci boots. It’s all you can do to get out of the hotel room without tackling him to the ground. He’s immensely amused at your neediness and touching you in any way that he can to rile you up even further.

You sit down to dinner all a little amazed at how fancy the dining room is. “Are we dressed nice enough?” You ask the table, gawking at the prices on the menu.

“Feel like I’m in overalls or summat,” Sarah says giggling.

“I know…wow. And these prices!” You close your menu. “Should we go somewhere else?”

Harry laughs his breathy little laugh and kisses your temple. “No, my love. Think I can loosen the purse strings fo’ one nigh’ an’ treat ma girl ta a nice dinner out, yeah?”

You giggle and lean into him. “I know you can Mr. Moneybags.”

“We’re fine too. Mr. Moneybags pays pretty well, though we might have to take a few quid from the wee ones college fund after this!” Sarah says, and you all laugh.

“Oh, I see how it is! Blame me fo’ ya son no’ goin’ ta college already!” Harry says, laughing. His hand lands on your thigh, fingers wrapping around your leg making you shiver.

“Cold, love?” He says, smirking.

You grip his fingers on his thigh. “I’m quite warm, thank you.” You say, blushing.

You place your dinner orders and drink the delicious wine and after dessert and coffee, Harry asks if you’d all like to go on a walk.

“Oh, I’ve never been here! We should go to the Red-Light District!” You exclaim.

Harry’s eyebrows go up. “Ya wanna order a prostitute, Jezebel?”

You hit his shoulder. “No! Well, I dunno…maybe, but I want to see it!”

“Let’s do it, H. Give the girl what she wants,” Sarah says, hugging you close.

“Oh believe me, I give her wha’ she wan’s don’ I honey?”

You blush and roll your eyes. “Can we go?”

“Two votes fo’. Wha’ ya think Mitch?”

Mitch shrugs. “I vote we go.”

“Majority rules. Looks like ya get ya way, darling,” Harry says pulling you in for a side hug.

“All the naughty things!” You say clapping your hands as everyone laughs.

Your eyes are as wide as saucers as you walk through the Red-Light District. You didn’t know what you were expecting but it wasn’t this. Prostitutes were standing stark naked in windows and there were sexy shops and hash shops on literally every corner. You decide to stop in at a hash shop that Mitch heard about. He and Harry are at the counter discussing all of the different strains while you and Sarah wander over to the sex shop next door. You’re both gawking at a full body latex suit when you feel his hands on your hips.

“Shall I order one in your size?”

You and Sarah giggle. “Maybe…it’d be hella hot to play drums in but…”

Mitch’s eyes go wide and he grabs one off of the rack in her size. “Ya can play the drums for me in this.”

Sarah’s eyes get big. “Guess we’re checking out then,” she says as Mitch drags her to the cash register.

“See anything in here you want?” You ask him.

“Already found it,” he says holding up a bag.

You gulp. “Will I like it?”

He smirks and leans in close to you. “Ya gonna love it.”

You turn to mumble in his ear, “Oh really? And just how sure are you about that mister?”

“Oh, I’m countin’ on it. Ya interested in a boat ride down tha canal?” he says kissing your cheek.

“Dunno, if that is code for a ride down your cock, then how fast can we get back to the room,” you say looking side to side to ensure no one is looking and running your hand down the front of his tight pants.

He leans forward for a kiss not giving a fuck who might be watching, “’M gon’ fuck ya so hard tanight, baby, need tha day off tamorrow….”

Mitch pipes up from the doorway, “Are ya comin’?”

“Oh, yeah, definitely, cummin’,” you whisper against his lips

“Tryin’ ta,” Harry says against your lips at the same time.

You both chuckle.

“Let’s go rock the boat, baby,” you say with a saucy smile and a twirl toward the door.

He’s left staring for a split second before he follows you.

All of you find your way to a private canal boat for a ride back to the hotel. Although the boat is covered with a canopy the lights, sights and colors of the Red-Light District glow through the cool night. There’s a sensuality and sexiness in the air; not to mention the faint smell of hash all around.

Harry sits side-ways on the bench seat while you tuck your back against his chest and lean your head back on his shoulder. The lights reflect magenta on your face and your eyes glisten in the neon flashes. Mitch and Sarah are equally snuggled across from you whispering back and forth as Sarah takes a picture with her phone.

The boat slows to a stop while making room for another long passenger boat to pass. You look up to the second story floor of a shop with the flashing neon words “Palace on the Canal”. In one window, lit with purple neon, is a topless woman with long auburn hair. It’s hard to distinguish the definite color due to the lighting, but as she comes closer to the windowpane you can see her in clear light. She has breasts larger than yours, perfectly shaped and beautiful voluptuous curves. She sways to music you can’t hear but can imagine. She leans forward and places both hands on the window and sways her hips back and forth causing her breasts to gently sway as well. Then the light switches to a pale pink and she comes into a much better view. Her head gently slants downward and suddenly it’s as if she is looking straight at you. She stands straighter and runs her hands up her body, cupping her breasts.

Just about that time Harry, pulls your hair to one side and kisses behind your ear. “Wha’s got ya attention, Jezebel?”

“I think that woman is looking at me,” you say and nod toward the window not wanting to point like a gawky tourist.

Harry looks up over your head, “Second floor, middle window?”

“Yes, she’s so sexy and flirty, but I swear to god she’s looking at me…look!” you whisper-shout.

“Bet she’s turned on lookin’ at ya…fuck knows I am.”

As Harry places wet kisses on the side of your neck, you watch the woman dance as she watches you. You can’t imagine what things she must have seen from her window perch.

The boat engine putters louder and begins to move suddenly. The entire time you’re slowly pulling away she watches you and moves and touches her body. You can’t keep your eyes off her and along with Harry’s touch you can’t deny the arousal that is flooding your body that causes you to shiver.

“Ya cold, Jezebel?” He asks wrapping his arms tight around you.

“A little,” you say watching as the woman blows a kiss to you as the boat takes you out of view.

“We should be gettin’ close ta tha dock by tha hotel an’ Mitch an’ I have something ta warm our girls with” he says looking over at Mitch who winks back at him.

The boat docks and you walk back to the hotel cuddled up because it’s gotten colder since you left.

“Come to ours, yeah?” Mitch says as you get on the lift.

You bury your head in Harry’s chest to stop the giggles. It makes you laugh when Mitch talks British. You know he doesn’t realize it…he’s just surrounded by Brits and it seeps in. You remember it happening to you too.

“I know you’re giggling at me,” Mitch says.

You pull your face up from Harry’s chest. “I’m sorry. It’s cute. It really is. It happened to me too. It’s these damn Brits,” you say giggling causing Mitch to chuckle.

“It’s nice having another Yank around,” Mitch says.

“It is!” You say holding up your hand for a high five, and all of you laugh.

Mitch and Sarah lead the way to their suite, and you get comfy on the sofas…Mitch and Sarah on one sofa and you and Harry on the other.

“Thanks for coming out with us tonight,” Sarah says.

“You’re welcome. Was nice ta get out,” Harry says.

“Shall we?” Mitch says pulling a joint out of his pocket. He was clearly in a mood to try out his purchase.

“Well, light it then, love,” Sarah tells him.

Mitch fishes in his pocket for the lighter and lights it up, taking a drag and passing to Sarah. He throws the lighter to Harry and then it’s his turn to light up and pass it to you. There’s something very sexy about sharing a joint with him and you blush as you take a hit. You pass it back and Harry smirks at you.

“Ya cute,” he says kissing your cheek.

“You ever shotgun?” Mitch asks, taking another puff and passing to Sarah.

You and Harry shake your heads no.

“Aw man, you’re missing out. You should give it a try.” Mitch says, giggling.

Sarah moves to straddle him. “C’mere,” she says, taking a big drag and then pressing her open mouth to Mitch’s open mouth, letting the smoke enter his mouth from hers.

You gasp and press your legs together. The sight of them kissing is working you up.

Sarah pulls away from Mitch’s mouth. “Go on, give it a try you two.”

Harry looks at you and you nod, moving to straddle him. Your dress pulls up, showing off your thigh highs and Sarah bites her lip at the sight. You’re pressed against him and you sigh at how good he feels beneath you. His left hand is resting just at your upper thigh, thumb lightly rubbing on the hem of your sweater dress.

He takes a big drag and you open your mouth and watch as he presses his open mouth to yours. It’s an incredibly odd and sensual experience as you feel him blowing the smoke into your mouth.

He pulls back slightly, eyes boring into yours while you close your mouth.

“Good, yeah?” Mitch says with a knowing smile on his lips.

Both of your heads whip around to him. “Yeah…it’s,” Harry licks his lips, “really good,” he finishes, smiling.

“You look good together, the two of you,” Sarah says.

You blush. “Thank you.”

Mitch leans up and captures Sarah’s mouth with his in a kiss.

You turn your head back to look at Harry. “I wanna do this again. I wanna do this naked with you. I need to feel your skin,” you whisper in his ear. “Need to feel you pressed up against me,” you say, lips kissing down his neck.

“I think…think we’re gonna head out,�� He says, helping you move off his lap, tugging your dress down your legs.

“I know, man, I know.” Mitch says with a knowing smile.

You both take a final drag and then he drops the joint in the ashtray and you say your goodbyes.

“Get her naked, man. You gotta do this naked. It’s intense,” Mitch says in Harry’s ear on the way out of the room.

In the hallway, he grabs your hand and heads toward your room dragging you behind him. You skip ahead to keep up, giggling. “Slow down, mister, my legs can’t keep up!”

“Can take care of tha’,” he says bending over to toss you over his shoulder.

You shriek in laughter, flipping your head up with your hair flying all over the place. Once the sound registers in your ears you slap your hand over your mouth and he pops his hand on your bum, “Shh, babe, don’ wanna wake up tha whole fuckin’ floor,” he whisper-shouts.

Truth be told, that slap felt better than you care to admit so you groan and find your hands grabbing his bum cheeks. God, he has one sexy ass, even upside down. “Love your bum, H,” you say with a grunt as your tummy bounces on his shoulder. You can’t help the giggles that bubble out as you float both literally and figuratively down the hallway.

He can’t resist turning his head to kiss your hip. Once on the lift, he puts you down only long enough to promptly push the stop button so he can pull your dress up around your waist. He looks down at your teeny panties, “So pretty, hope y’not attached to ‘em,” he says as he snaps the strings on both sides.

Your jaw drops and your hips pull forward as he pulls the bits of fabric from your skin. “Harry Styles, you ruined those!”

“Not before you did, Jesus, baby they’re s’wet.” He stuffs them in his pocket then props his elbows on either side of your head leaning into your ear. “How’d they get tha’ way, Jezebel, hmm?”

You bite your bottom lip and brace your hands on the rail attempting to steady yourself as he kisses down your neck and back up. “It’s this city, honey…sex…the joint… watching that woman and then watching Mitch and Sarah…I..I’m floating and feel so free…I want you so much, H.”

“Ya do? Tell me baby, wha’ d’ya wan’ from me,” he says reaching down to cup your warm cunt, “And before ya answer, be specific, Jezebel, cause I’m really hard righ’ now an’ I need ta know wha’s gon’ on in tha great big, beautiful brain of yours.”

You lower your voice demurely, “I want all of you, Harry, however you want me, I’m yours.”

“More specific,” he says biting your earlobe.

“I want you to use my body. Show me how bad you want m-m-me,” you studder as his warm breath tickles the side of your neck. “Harry, fuck me, please and do it…hard.”

“You think this pretty, pink pussy can take me?” He asks lifting you and pressing you against the elevator wall. “Can smell ya, baby, ya want ma cock?”

A loud alarm sounds over the overhead speaker, “Is there an emergency in the elevator?” A gruff crackling static accented voice says. “If there’s not an emergency, please select your floor. If the elevator does not resume in thirty seconds, the fire department will be automatically contacted.”

You both burst into giggles faces buried in each other’s necks, “Guess we better get goin’, swee’heart, ‘sides, I hav’ an emergency in ma pants at tha moment.” He says rutting into you before setting your legs down on the floor making sure you’re steady before he kneels to straighten your dress down. “These fuck me boots, Jezebel…” he says shaking his head then standing to punch in the access code to your penthouse suite.

You eye him from your stance against the wall, but he doesn’t move from the other side, he just stares, lips sucked in, eyes roving up and down your body. He’s not physically touching you, but his eyes already have you undressed and spread open for him. He knows how to fuck you with his eyes almost as intensely as he does with his cock. God, you want his cock so much. He starts to move forward but you hold your hand up to stop him. “Can’t have you close right now, H. It’s just too much. Just… just get us to the room,” you whine shifting your weight from foot to foot.

“Baby, ya wanna play tanight?”

You suck in a deep breath, your eyes drift closed and you nod slowly.

He runs his hand through his hair and swallows a gulp.

The elevator dings indicating you’ve arrived and the doors slide open to your suite.

He holds the door open button and says, “Take your dress off.”

You look up at the camera.

“Pay it no mind, they’ve already had an eyeful, do as ya told, Jezebel. Take off tha’ pretty little dress, do it now.”

You cross your arms and pull the dress up and over your head, your hair falling in ribbons back down on your shoulders. You stand in a beautiful lace and silk demi-bra with your nipples poking out through the fabric, thigh high stockings and your boots.

Harry takes two steps toward you and brushes your hair down the side of your face, “S’beau’iful. Wan’ ya to go kneel on the floor in front of the couch, please.”

You smile, nod and turn to walk out of the elevator as he watches your bum jiggle with the sway of your hips. You walk to the middle of the couch and crouch down to the floor siting on your heels, placing your hands on your thighs.

He steps into the room and slips his shoes off before stepping to you and petting the top of your head then cradling your chin and gently pulling your gaze to his. He’s tenderly smiling, his eyes dark with arousal. He runs his thumb along your bottom lip before you open and he slips it inside. As you suck on it, his other hand palms his cock through his trousers. “How ya feelin’ ma love?”

Popping off his thumb, “Good…wet,” you say looking up at him through your lashes.

He simply groans taking his shirt off then fishing the joint and lighter from his pockets and placing them on the table in front of the couch, “Wanna try somethin’ wi’ you baby. Take ma pant’s off first.”

You turn your body and rise on your knees to unbutton and unzip his trousers only to discover he’s not wearing underwear. You can’t help but run your fingers through his pubic hair before leaning forward to place a kiss just above his hard cock still nestled away, and his breathing picks up. He helps you get the trousers down before he sits on the couch to kick his shoes off and get them the rest of the way off. Between his legs you sit on your heels again and rest your head on his thigh as he brushes the hair from your face. “I love you, H.”

“I love ya s’much,” he says cocking his head to the side and smiling softly. “Wan’ ya ta light tha smoke for us, baby,” he says jutting his chin toward the table.

Picking up the joint and placing it in your mouth you flick the lighter.

“Eyes on me.”

You meet his stare from beneath your lashes and light the joint taking a deep puff. Harry reaches for the smoke and you hand it to him. He pats his lap, “C’mere, baby.” You crawl up in his lap straddling his thighs. “Tits look fuckin’ amazin’ in tha’ bra,” he comments as you settle your bare bum on his thighs, aware of how wet your thighs are with your arousal. He pops the smoke between his lips and pulls you in close to him.

“Shotgun wi’ me, Jezebel?”

You nod and look down at his hard cock nestled between your wet thighs, resting against your swollen clit and you can’t help but reach down and pull his cock against your clit just a little closer and swirl your hips.

“Getting y’self wet for me?”

“I’m already dripping, H.”

“Show me.”

You reach down and collect your wetness and hold your fingers up for him to see.

“Put it on ya lips, love”

You paint your lips with your juices, before flicking your tongue out to lap the rest of your fingers.

“Shit, baby, s’goddamned sexy.”

He takes a deep pull on the joint then pulls you toward him for a kiss and exchange of smoke.

“Mmmm…,” he hums, licking his lips and watching you lean your head back holding the smoke for a few seconds. He reaches up and runs his hand from your chin down between your breasts, over your tummy and to your swollen clit; His hand rests on your tummy, thumb on your clit rubbing gentle circles.

“S’it feel good?” he asks as you exhale and train your bleary eyes on his. “We’ll do it again an’ want ya ta get there, babe, cum when ya exhale, yeah?”

You nod and roll your head as he continues to thumb your clit. “Feels so good, Harry. Wanted to cum so bad all night.”

“Did tha’ woman watchin’ ya turn ya on, Jezebel? Ya such a good girl, s’good fo’ me. Ma dirty baby wi’ the drippin’ cunt…ya wanna get fucked don’cha?”

“Yessss…,” you hiss leaning back to rest your hands on his knees and rock your hips.

He’s watching you closely eyes moving between where his thumb is rubbing your hard little nub and your face as you look so relaxed and blissfully fucked out.

“I’m so close…” you slur on a moan.

“C’mere,” he says as he takes a deep puff and pulls you close to exchange the smoke, just as he does he presses his middle and ring finger in deep and curls them on your g-spot. You lean back again holding the smoke and rocking your hips on his fingers.

“Yeah, baby… fuck y’self on ma fingers… keep goin’… Jesus Jezebel, ya break my fingers… keep goin’, love… oh my baby, don’t stop cumming… soak me.”

You blow out the smoke, panting hard your tummy contracting with the intensity of your orgasm. “Oh Harry, oh my god! oh my god!” you sob out, tears streaming down your face.

“Good girl, my angel baby, so fuckin’ hot, I fuckin’ love watchin’ you cum s’hard.”

“Fuck me, Harry! I need you to fuck me hard! Need it so bad. I feel so light and I want you to fuck me, please…. Please… can’t wait any longer!” you scramble off his lap and push the table out of the way. Down on your hands and knees you tilt to your bottom back toward him, presenting you pussy, peeking out from between your thighs. “Spank me Harry and fuck me from behind, please. Leave your rings on and spank me.”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ baby,” he says, scrambling to his knees on the floor behind you.

Your skin breaks out in goosebumps as you feel him pressed against your bum. He closes his eyes and takes a couple of deep breaths. He grabs the joint from the ash tray and takes another hit, trying to get some control of his body back. He places his hands on your hips and squeeze as he takes two more deep breaths.

“Ya ready?”

You push back against him in response.

He turns his initial rings around and then lifts his hand and brings it down on your cheek with a loud crack.

“Ungh!” You sob out. “Again! Do it again!”

His nostrils flair and he does it again, and another loud crack sounds out.

“One more. Harder!”

“Fuck!” He lands another hard smack on your bum, this time high on your cheek.

“Haahhhh! Fuck!” You sob out, body rocking forward again at the force of his blow, your arms buckling and falling to your elbows, fingers digging into the rug.

You’re both panting. He rubs his hand soothingly over your bum.

“Gon’ hurt fo’ a while, Jezebel. Got ya pretty good,” he says, looking at your skin already starting to welt, his handprint visible on your bum. “Fuckin’ hell,” he says, wiping his hand down his face. His cock is throbbing and he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold out.

You turn around to meet his eyes, tears running down your cheeks, mascara staining your face.

“Need…fuck…need ta fuck ya. Ya ok?” He asks, noticing your tears.

“Yes! God, please! Need you!” You say, pushing back against him again.

“Ya wan’ it hard?”

You nod frantically. “Yes!”

He lines himself up, and not even thinking, he grabs the back of your bra, tugging on it and using it to pull you back onto his dick.

You gasp at feeling him bottom out but also the feeling of the lace against your nipples. “Mmmmm…”

He pulls back and his hips snap back into yours, over and over, each thrust causing the material to rub against your nipples.

“Ahhhh…hahhhh…ohhhh…” you moan out as he keeps thrusting.

His nostrils flair at the sight in front of him. He can’t quite believe how good this feels. His lips pull back and he comes to a stop.

“Ohhhh…Harry…don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”

“Gotta make it good fo’ us,” he says, panting. “Gonna make it s’good fo’ ya.”

You clench around him and you feel his cock twitch inside you.

“Gonna play like tha’, huh?”

“Maybe.”

“Ya wan’ it tha’ bad, take it then. Push back on me.”

You moan out and start moving back and forth on him, and gasp when he pulls hard on your bra, pulling you flush against him on each of your movements back.

“Fuck, look at ya. S’greedy fo’ it ya jus’ gonna use ma dick ta get off, aren’t ya?”

“Yes! You feel s-so good!”

He rolls his hips as you move back on him and you cry out his name. His hand lets go of your bra strap and moves down so his back is flush to yours and his hands still your hips. “Ya’ve no idea how fuckin’ sexy ya are, how much ya turn me on, how good ya feel on me, do ya?”

“No,” you whimper.

“Been tryin’ ta show ya fo’ months. Wouldn’t mark ya if ya didn’t drive me crazy,” he says, lips kissing your shoulder.

You moan.

“Ya no’ gonna be able ta sit down fo’ a coupla days, Jezebel. Gonna hafta fuck ya like this,” he says, pulling back and snapping his hips into yours again. It’s fast and hard. He’s waited long enough and wants you shaking underneath him. His hand slips around to your neck, thumb putting the slightest pressure on your pulsepoint. “Waited long enough. Cum fo’ me.”

There’s something about his raspy voice in your ear that sends you over the edge. Everything goes white and the only thing you can feel is your orgasm.

He can’t hardly move you’re squeezing him so tight, he’s not sure if it’s the pot or the anticipation, but it feels like forever before he can move again. You finally let up and it only takes three more thrusts before his orgasm hits, his arm dropping from your throat and landing on the floor as he holds deep inside you.

“My god, Harry…,” you pant feeling his breath hot on your neck, “Are you ok?”

He turns his head to kiss your ear, “’M good, baby. Hang on,” he says and slowly pulls out and causing you to groan out a soft, “mmph” and wince.

“Ya good swee’heart?” he says running his hands up your arms and then down your back as he sits back on his heels.

You slump over on your side. “You wrecked me, H,” you whimper.

He brushes the hair away from your face so he can make eye contact he brows immediately furrow, “Babe ya been crying, ya ok?”

“I’m fine,” you pull your knees up closer to your chest, “I just don’t understand why I get like that with you…I feel like I just… can’t get…close enough. I feel too much and can’t express it,” your eyes water, “I can’t be yours enough…all at the same time.”

He rubs your thigh, “Baby, nothin’ ta try ta understand, s’ok to lose control wi’ me, I can take it. Best feelin’ in tha world ta be needed by ya, I mean, it hurts to see ya cry, but ya don’ have ta hold it in either. I’m yours, I’m so in love wi’ ya.”

“It’s not that kinda cry though, I’m not sad or hurt, at least not in a bad way…it’s just painfully frustrating to need to please you so deeply and to need to feel you equally as deeply,” you whisper trying desperately to express your thoughts. “It’s the most intense feeling. Feel it in my cells.”

You begin to sit up and your eyes go big then squeeze shut as you grimace and hiss. “Oooo, my bum…sssss, whew, that smarts. Help me up…I wanna see it!”

He shakes his head as he stands up and bends over to pick you up making sure your bum doesn’t touch anything as he carries you toward the bathroom. He stops just inside the door so you can flip on the light, then bends down to set you on your feet. “Lemme see, angel,” he demands turning you around before you can make your way to the mirror. “Oh babe, it’s welped up,” he says running his fingertips along the red hand print paying particular attention to the HS initials from his rings.

You step closer to the vanity mirror, turn and look over your shoulder at the beautiful marks on your bottom.

“Never question ‘f ya mine, yeah? Look at tha’ an’ know it won’t last forever, but I’ll put ‘em there anytime ya wan’ ‘em,” he kisses the top of your head, “ya mine, hear me? Mine. I gotta put some cream on it though. Have tha’ sunburn cream in ma trunk, hold on.”

“Ok, I gotta pee anyway.”

As he walks out you very tenderly sit on the commode and do your business. When he walks back in you’re in the middle of wiping, he smiles at you and winks causing you to relax at the beautiful familiarity of the whole thing. You flush and wince as you stand and walk to the sink to wash up. Piling your hair on top of your hair, you brush your teeth and wash the smeared make-up from your face and he does the same.

“Go lie down on ya tummy an’ I’ll rub this cream on an’ we can go ta bed, yeah?”

You do as he asks and he tenderly rubs the cream on the sore spot of your bum. The cream is cool and soothes the handprint, but interestingly it’s your lower tummy that twinges with a low cramp. You flinch slightly but don’t think much of it. After all, you did just have some pretty active sex. When you sigh loudly, he speaks up.

“Tired Jezebel?”

“Mmmm, yeah…worn out,” you answer with a languid smile on your face.

“C’mon s’have a cuddle an’ get some sleep.”

He crawls in under the duvet and you snuggle up to him on your side, resting your head on his chest. To be honest even the duvet feels tender on your sore bum, but you’re sleepy and so deliciously relaxed from the pot and the orgasms. “Thank you, Harry.”

“Wha’ fo’ my Jezebel?”

“For listening, for knowing what I need when I’m not even sure what I want,” you say kissing his chest just above his nipple, “Thank you for loving me,”

“Oh, Jezebel, ya s’easy ta love.”

You both drift off peacefully.

**** 2 hours later ****

You wake with a dull ache on your side and a need to pee. You kiss Harry’s chest, untangle yourself from him and scoot to the edge of the bed. As you walk to the bathroom you feel a sticky feeling between your thighs, a reminder of the sex you had just hours earlier. Once in the bathroom you forgo the light opting to just make your way to do your business. It’s then that you discover the stickiness isn’t from sex, you’re bleeding. “Doesn’t make sense,” you say in the dark thinking that you aren’t due for your period for a week yet. Then you remember that you just got your birth control shot about a month ago and that Dr. Wallis said it could possibly cause a disruption in your cycle. Wiping you move to wash your hands and make your way back to the bedroom to grab a tampon from your trunk. Before you can make it to you the trunk you see the red on the sheets. “Shit.” You make a bee-line for your trunk in the closet first. Digging around for a tampon and some panties, you reach blindly into a side picket and accidentally stab yourself with the pointy end of a teasing comb, “Damn,” you say immediately popping the finger in your mouth.

“Babe? Babe?” Harry is calling out for you switching on the bathroom light.

“I’m in here!”

“Jesus baby, ya ok, there’s blood on the sheets…”

“Yeah, I started my period.”

“Did ya hurt ya hand, too?” he asks eyes focused on the finger you’re looking at.

“Yeah, I stabbed it on a comb looking for a tampon.”

“Here, lemme find one,” he says digging in the pocket, “Wha’ else do ya need?”

“Get me some panties, too.”

“Ok baby I’ll get all this an’ call housekeeping fo’ new sheets,” he says stopping to kiss your forehead.

“I’m gonna jump in the shower real quick and do a quick wash, god my tummy hurts.”

“Ya feel sick?”

“No, just feels like cramps.”

“Ya sure I dinna hurt ya, ya don’ ever complain abou’ cramps. Kinna freakin’ me out, baby.”

“I’m sure, Dr. Wallis said I might have some changes this first month after the shot.”

“Go shower babe, I put the stuff on the counter. Ya sure ya don’ wan’ anythin’ else?”

“Unless ya have a hot water bottle, I’m good,” you answer with a pout.

You take a quick shower and true to his word you step out to a pair of comfy panties, one of his shirts and a pink packaged tampon.

In the bedroom, he’s straightening the duvet back on the fresh sheets. On the side table sits a electric heating pad, a small plate of wrapped gourmet chocolate truffles, a cold bottle of water and two paracetamol.

“Oh Harry…,” you say walking up behind him to wrap your arms around his waist, “You’re so good to me.”

“How ya feeling, swee’heart?”

You frown to one side, “Actually I’m cramping on one side around to my back,” you say running your hand around your side.

“Jesus, I fucked ya ta hard. That’s gotta be why ya hurt,” he mutters wrapping you up in his arms.

“No, that’s not why I have the cramps, H. My period has always been so light since we’ve been together and I’ve been on the shot, in fact I usually have little to no period that’s why it’s never been much of a problem, but this time is different, it’s not a big deal,” you explain to him.

“Let’s get tucked in tagether. Is there anythin’ else ya need? How abou’ a towel under ya jus’ in case.”

“Ok,” you say your brows furrowing with the dull ache causing you to lean forward.

“Oh baby, sure there isn’t something I can do ta make it better?” he asks heartbroken to see you hurting.

“Just cuddle me, ok?”

“Ok,” he says, going to grab a towel. He gets it situated on the bed and then crawls in the bed and wiggles his fingers for you to get in.

You pop the pills in your mouth, take a sip of water, and close your eyes hoping that the pain will go away soon. You spot the truffles and open them up before grabbing the plate and crawling into bed, snuggling up next to him, your back to his, plate of truffles on the bed next to you.

He grabs the heating pad and places it on your lower tummy. “Here?”

You moan out because the heat feels really good. “Yes, that’s perfect. Thank you.”

He kisses your shoulder and cuddles up next to you, careful not to put too much pressure on your bum.

You grab a truffle, take a bite, and hold out the rest for him.

He leans up and eats the offered truffle, lips grazing your fingertips.

You smile as he leans in for a kiss. You finish up the truffles and have some water and snuggle back in next to him.

“How ya feelin’ baby?”

Your brow furrows. “It hurts. Hoping the paracetamol will kick in soon.”

He smoothes your hair back and kisses your cheek, tightening his arm around you.

You both drift off to sleep but it’s fitful because you keep waking up due to the cramping.

He holds you and kisses you, turning the heating pad back on everytime you wake up in pain.

You wake up again at 7:30 am and you’re nearly doubled over in pain.

Your movements wake him up and he blindly reaches for your phone. “‘M callin’ Dr. Wallis righ’ now.”

You’re in too much pain to contradict him. He finds the number and puts it on speaker. It rings and rings and you give your info to the answering service. They assure you that the doctor will call you back within ten minutes.

He sighs. He hates seeing you in pain. “How’s your bum? Can I see?”

You nod and roll over onto your tummy and he pulls the sheet down and his mouth drops open. His hand print is gone but the initial marks are still very visible and he can see the bruising around them blossoming. He gently runs his hands over your cheek and you flinch. “Oh Jezebel, ya bum is pretty bruised. Gonna get the cream.”

“Ok,” you whimper.

He grabs the cream and gently rubs it on your bum. “My sweet girl. All mine…wi’ tha marks ta prove it.”

You sigh as he applies the cream and close your eyes.

He gets it all applied and capped back up and just gets settled back in next to you when the phone rings.

You answer the phone and he immediately changes the setting to speaker so he can hear too.

“Hello?”

“Yes, hello. I’m just retuning your message.”

“Hi, Dr. Wallis. Thank you. I’m cramping and bleeding. I know you said that the shot can mess up my cycle…”

Harry jumps in. “Hi, ‘m Harry, her boyfriend, an’ she’s in a lot of pain an’ ‘m worried…we uh, we had sex las’ nigh’ an’ it was…intense. Wanted ta make sure tha’s no’ why this is happening.”

Your hands fly to your face in embarrassment as he’s talking. It’s not like he didn’t know you weren’t having sex but still!

Dr. Walls listens to everything and then responds. “Hi Harry. I understand your concern, but I doubt having vigorous sex is what’s causing this. This is normal after getting a shot. When did this start?”

Harry breathes a sigh of relief. “Las’ night, right after we had sex.”

“Have her take it easy today. Take 800 milligrams of paracetamol, use a heating pad and drink plenty of water. If she doesn’t feel better in two days, have her call me again.”

“Thank you, Dr. Wallis,” you both say.

“There are other natural things you can do to relieve the cramping.”

“Like wha’?” Harry asks.

“Orgasms are a great natural pain reliever, if you’re both comfortable with that. My suggestion is a hot shower and an orgasm…or two.”

You and Harry are blushing furiously. “Uh, thanks for the suggestion, doctor.”

Dr. Wallis chuckles. “You’re welcome. I think she’s in good hands with you. Feel free to call me if you need anything.”

Harry says his goodbyes and then hangs up. He runs his hands back through his hair and then looks at you and smirks.

Your bum is feeling better so you’ve rolled onto your back and you meet his eyes.

“How do ya feel abou’ sex on ya period?”

You puff out a breath. “I dunno…I’ve never done it, but if it makes me feel better I’d be willing to try,” you say blushing. “How do you feel about it?”

He shrugs. “Doesn’t bother me. An’ if it makes ya feel better, then yeah, I’m in,” he says, fingertips lightly circling your nipples. “Ya breasts sore?”

You shake your head no. “No, just really sensitive. Feels good.”

“Good,” he says and waggles his eyebrows. “Lemme get ya some paracetamol and then get you into a nice warm shower, yeah?”

You nod and smile.

He brings you the pain meds and you take them before he helps you into the en suite. He turns the shower on, and you get undressed then use the toilet as the water heats up.

He steps in and then pulls you to him and shuts the door. He cups your cheeks, “I fuckin’ hate to see ya hurt, kills me,” he says pressing his lips to yours. He licks the seam of your lips, “Open fo’ me, baby, I’m sorry ‘f any of this’s my fault…”

You open and he licks into your mouth. You press your body closer want to feel more of him and return the kiss “Stop, you didn’t do this, just part of life. You would never hurt me…and this,” you kiss him deeply, “is making me much better.”

He turns you toward the water and rubs you lower tummy, “Here?”

“Mmmm…” you say, as the hot water hits your tummy.

“C’mere. Let’s see if we can make ya feel better, hmm?” He says, his hand sliding down to cup your mound. His other arm wraps around your waist, holding you tight to him, gentle presser on your lower tummy.

“You’re good to me, H.”

He smiles and kisses your temple. “I like takin’ care of ya.”

You smile and your hands move to cover his on your tummy. You turn your head to look at him, “You sure you’re ok with this?”

“Babe, nothin’ abou’ touchin’ ya will ever bother me, ok? Please, can I touch ya, make ya feel better? It is doctor’s orders, yanno,” he smirks.

You giggle. “Wellll…if it’s doctor’s orders…”

He chuckles and his long fingers dip down to your clit and starts circling softly. “Wan’ ya ya cum like this and then cum on ma fingers. Can ya do tha’ fo’ me?”

You lean your head back on his shoulder. “Yes,” you say breathily. “Feels so good.”

“God, ya s’fuckin’ beautiful,” he says, as he watches your back arch and your breasts lift.

“Hahhh…mmmm…Harry!”

“Feel good?”

“Yes!” You can feel your tummy quivering.

He moves his fingers faster and you cry out his name, fingers tightening on his arm.

You’re surprised that you’re so close, so quickly but all you know is that you’re gonna cum soon. “Harry, Harry, Harry,” you chant as your legs shake and you cum for him.

He works you through it, holding you tightly to make sure you stay upright. “How’re ya feelin’ now?” He says in your ear.

You’re panting and you realize that your cramps have lessened considerably. “Good. I feel good. I can still feel it, but it’s a lot better!”

He smiles against your cheek. “Good. Ya owe me one mo’. Ya ready?”

You nod.

He smirks against your cheek as dips his middle and ring fingers inside you, curling up to find your g spot, his thumb hovering over your clit.

You gasp as you feel him curl his fingers. Everything is so much more sensitive. “Mmmm…feels so good. I’m…I don’t think I’ll last long…”

“Ya sensitive?”

You nod frantically.

“‘S’ok baby,” he says as he starts moving his fingers against your g spot.

You’re moaning and gripping him hard, back arching as he moves. Your eyes squeeze closed and you pant as you feel yourself pulse around his fingers.

“Ya close? Can feel ya. Doin’ s’good fo’ me baby. Cum fo’ me. Love watchin’ ya cum fo’ me.”

You gasp and then you’re orgasm hits hard and deep. You can feel the deep contractions in your core. As you begin to relax your body slumps against his.

“I got ya. Ya ok,” he says, tightening his arm around you. He pulls the handheld down and washes you both off as you gradually come down from your high.

You lean your head back on his shoulder. “Thank you.”

He smiles and replaces the handheld. “Ya welcome. Jus’ wan’ ya ta feel better.”

“I do, thank you. Kiss me?”

He smiles. “‘Course.” Holding your cheeks, he places the sweetest kiss on your lips deepening it after a few moments.

“I love you Harry, I’m sorry I interrupted our sleep with all…this,” you say motioning around with a pout to your expression, “and I’m so thankful for how you take care of me, even in my most embarrassing moments.”

“Baby, please don’ be embarrassed, ‘m not, I love ya. Was scared at first, the though’ of causin’ ya pain, makin’ ya bleed…,” he’s shaking his head and brushing the hair out of your face so tenderly as if his touch might make it worse, “was like that time ya passed out at the cottage all over again.”

You put your hands around his wrists turned your head to kiss the inside of one palm. “Hey…, I’m good, the pain medicine is helping and,” you grin shyly, “the orgasms relaxed me. Let’s go back to bed, you have a show tomorrow and you need your rest.”

***The next afternoon. ***

You both slept in and spent some time just relaxing. You were feeling better, the cramping had finally lessened. Sarah suggested some edibles and it was helping tremendously.

Opting for comfy clothes on the way to venue, you were scrolling through your phone messages when you feel Harry lean over and kiss your temple, “How ya feelin’, babe?”

“I’m feeling much, much, better. Some things are making complete sense now, too. I always get so…frisky around that time of the month, not that Amsterdam and especially our hotel isn’t a sexy place, but now I know my hormones are raging and that’s part of it.”

“Wha’ abou’ me? Aren’t I tha reason ya so frisky?” he says pretending to be offended.

“Umm, honey, since we’ve been together my libido could be charted on the Richter Scale and you know it, but add a rush of hormones and…” you trail off wrapping your hand on the inside of his thigh. “Anyway, the bleeding is really light now and the cramps have relaxed almost completely.”

Harry pulls back a little and sticks out his bottom lip pouting. “Bu’ I quite like it when tha doctor orders orgasms”

You can’t help the burst of giggles, “Oh, trust me H, cramps may be gone, but the hormones are still there.” You slide your hand up to his crotch, “You gonna be OK tonight? You haven’t gotten to cum since last night when you ruined my panties and broke my bra.”

“Have ya know, ya were tha one who ruined those panties first, if ya remember, an’ tha’ bra was jus’ a victim of my gorgeous, hot, sexy girlfriend beggin’ me ta fuck ’er.”

You pull your head back, “You complaining, Styles?”

He pulls your hand up from his crotch and kisses the inside of your wrist, “Never.”

About three minutes away outside of the arena, Harry pops on a ball cap and mask, and you pop on a mask and pull your hair outta the ponytail and shake it out. You look over and he’s squirming with his pants trying to hide a semi-erect cock. You giggle and roll your eyes; It was going to be a frisky night, for two very horny people, you just hoped no one in the audience would be able to tell.

“Put that thing away, Harry!” you giggle while you both look at his crotch. “Thought this was a family show?” You can’t help the bursting snort.

“Hey! Can’ steal my lines!” Harry says tickling your neck with his nibbling. He pulls back and searches your eyes, “Babe, gonna worry abou’ ya tanight, sure ya gon’ be ok?”

You nod a lump in your throat at his thoughtfulness. “Gonna be great, H. Don’t worry about me.”

“Will ya do me a favor, when I look over at you will you give me a thumbs up so I know ya good?”

“I promise,” you whisper leaning in to kiss him.

“Ya love me?” he asks.

“I do.”

The expression on his face beams, “Really like tha sound of tha’ phrase comin’ from ya.”

It takes you a moment to realize what he just said, “Harry?” You question with eyes as big as saucers.

You turn and he’s already out the car door, with his hand held out to help you out.

You shake your head and thread your fingers with his as you walk toward the entrance.

You didn't dare reply to his comment, but you soak in the looks of love he gave you as you both changed. There was something so special about getting ready for a show with him. He was in his element and the sexiness of him in his element, getting to share that intimacy was indescribable. He made arrangements for you to be close to the stage that night as he was still worried about you. You told him he was being silly because you felt fine, other than the goosebumps from his earlier innuendo and your hormones firing on all cylinders. Your man was amazing in so many ways and you couldn't wait to see him tonight.

The songs never ever felt redundant to you, the fangirl in you still hung on every word he sang. You couldn’t be prouder of him. But the girlfriend reactions that were growing along with your relationship meant that so much of the time the music felt like you were hearing it for the first time. Some of the words were more meaningful now than they had been at the beginning. And some of the ways he looked your direction during some lyrics could melt you in a heartbeat. At times it felt like he was singing and dancing just for you. That particular hip wiggle during Music for a Sushi Restaurant reminded you of the grind move he uses when he makes love to you deep and slow. That part about “getting yourself wet for me” in Cinema has always been so hot, but tonight he was on your side of the stage and made sure he made eye-contact during “I guess you’re all mine.” It was true, you were all his. He owned you and you had the initials on your bum to prove it. But the motions he made during the line “Choke her with a sea view” during Keep Driving have set you on fire. After his early “I do” comment, it felt like he was singing Love Of My Life to you, especially with the looks he gave you.

True to his word, he looks over at you often during the show and each time you give him a thumbs up. By the fifth thumbs up, you decided to change things up. The next time he looked over, you swayed your hips, the next time, you cupped your breasts and the next time you ran your hands down your body. He smiles his dirtiest smile at you glad you were feeling better and grabs the water bottle to douse the crowd. Oh, he was gonna give it good to the crowd and to you tonight.

By the time he walked into the dressing room after the last song, you were positively raging with neediness. He walks over to you and quips, "Honey, I'm home!"

You grin wrapping your arms around his neck, “I’d ask if you had a good day at the office, but I already know because I saw you have a particularly, spectacular…very sexy day at the office.”

“Jezebel, we need ta talk abou’ ya behavior tanight…can’ work when ya send those kinda vibes…touchin’ this body like tha’,” he runs his hands down to your bum and pulls your hips forward, “how ya feelin’?”

“Mmmm…feel good, H. I was just mimicking what I saw you do on stage,” you say biting your lip. Your hands slide to his bum and your eyes flutter closed as you feel his hard cock in between you. “The way you move, baby. Makes me so wet.”

He gulps. “Ya make me crazy, know tha’?”

“Take me back to the hotel baby. I want you.”

As soon as you walk off the elevator into your suite, he has you against the closest wall. “Need a shower, baby…wan’ ya so much.” He kisses you deeply, his tongue licking at yours as if he needs your taste like his next breath. His hand holds your jaw, tilting it and his mouth opens wide to take in your lips. He’s moaning and rutting against you. He runs his other hand down to your tummy, “How’s ya tummy?”

“No pain, I’m good.”

“So no orgasms?” he says starting to step away.

“Don’t you dare, mister! I need orgasms, but I need you inside me this time. How do you feel about that? I’m only slightly bleeding…” you ask searching his eyes for any hesitation.

“Told ya don’ care abou’ tha’, baby, just wan’ ya ta be comfortable.”

“How about a warm bath, you said you wanted a shower, and have you seen the tub in that bathroom! It’s big enough for ten people. They have the most amazing bubble bath in there too, I was smelling it this morning and dreaming of a nice bath.”

He smiles his most gorgeous smile. “I don’ care where I take ya. Ya wan’ me ta fuck ya in tha tub, then I’ll fuck ya in tha tub,” he says, pressing his lips to yours again as his hands run down your body to unbutton and unzip your jeans.

You moan into his mouth as he tugs your jeans and panties down. Your hands on his shoulders are pulling the jacket up, your fingers gripping it. After that, it’s a frenzy as you both pull your clothes off each other.

Once you’re fully naked, he pulls back to look at you, his thumb and forefinger pulling at his lips, eyes boring into yours. He notices everything: your heaving chest, your hard nipples, the way your thighs press together.

“Wanna make ya cum s’hard fo’ me. Wanna make ya mine.”

“I’m yours, H. Take me!”

He grabs your hand and pulls you to the bathroom and you watch as he turns on the tap and squeezes out the bubble bath. He pulls you to him and kisses you as you wait for the tub to fill. He steps in and offers his hand to help you in and he sits down, pulling you down and against his chest, lips kissing down your neck, hands cupping your breasts.

“Felt like you were singing to me tonight, H. You can’t imagine how much the fangirl in me was screaming inside. Then I remembered that I would be coming back here with you tonight…sometimes I forget that we’re together,” you say softly sliding your hands above your head and into his hair.

“Don’ wan’ ya ta ever forget,” he whispers in your ear while he runs his thumbs over your nipples. “Look s’sexy in water, makes me think abou’ tha first time we went ta the cottage.” You smile to yourself thinking about that moment. “Wan’ed ta fuck ya s’bad in that hottub. Got ya off on my fingers…god, was s’hard for ya, jus’ like now.”

You can’t help the squirming and wiggling.

“Mmmm…I was still kinda in shock that you wanted me, that first time. It all felt so surreal.” Your fingers tighten their grip on his knees as his fingers pull on your nipples and your back arches. “Watching you sometimes it still feels surreal.”

“It’s real. We’re real. I love ya mo’ than I ever loved anyone.”

His soapy hands slide down your tummy to cup your pussy. “Turn round an’ let me show ya how real we are. How much ya mean ta me.”

You turn around easily because the bubble bath is so slippery. He pulls you flush to him, his cock on his tummy between the two of you.

You slick his hair back with your wet hand and draw you finger down the side of his face. You lean forward and placed a soft kiss on first one corner of his lips and then the other. Swirling your hips, you close your eyes. “Mmmm, mmm…”

“Feel good, swee’heart?”

You lean forward and nose your way to his ear, “Yeah, can feel how hard you are on my clit. I’m so sensitive right now.”

“Tell me more, love,” he says running his hands up the outside of your thighs.

“Watching you tonight…Mmmm…looked so good, when you would bend backwards or swirl your hips, I could see…,” you blush and pull away a little.

“No, don’ stop, go on, wha’ were ya lookin’ at, hmmm?”

“You know how I feel about you in flat front pants…were you thinking about me?” you say pressing your forehead against is as he moves his hands to your tits and pinches your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “Harry, were you hard on stage for me?”

“Ya tell me, babe, what d’ya see?”

“I could see your…you were poking…,” you look down at his cock pressed between you two.

“Could ya see my cockhead? S’a goddamn miracle tha’ I dinna ‘ave a wet spot from ya…dancin’ like tha’”

You gasp.

“Wha’? Tha’ turn ya on?”

You bite your lip and nod. “The thought of you on stage hard because of me…a wet spot…mmm…”

He pinches your nipples hard again and you cry out, back arching.

“H, I’m so empty. I need you. Please.” You can feel yourself clenching around nothing.

His wet hands slide down your sides and pull you flush to him, and then his hands move to your bum pulling you up and down along the underside of his cock.

“Mmmmm…”

“Feel good?” He asks, lips sliding down your neck. “Put me inside, baby but don’ move. Jus’ hold me inside ya fo’ a mo’, yeah?”

You slide your hand down between you and grab his cock, looking down to see through the bubbly water.

“No,” he tips your chin up with a wet finger, “eyes on me, Jezebel…wanna see ya eyes when I get my gasp… tease me all night… wan’ ya eyes when I fill ya up.”

Meeting his gaze, you raise up slightly and position him at your entrance. As you slide down on him he pushes up ever so slightly and your pelvis’ meet when he bottoms out deep inside you.

But the look on his face, his jaw slack and mouth slightly open, eyes gazing into yours as your flutter and struggle to stay forward. You mouth opens into and “O” and you gasp on an exhale as he seats himself deep. “There she is…tha’ a way, baby…no, no, don’t clench yet…jus’ a warm hug. S’it feel good?”

You nod breathlessly.

“Can get s’deep this way…love bein’ deep inside ya…an’ yeah, was thinkin’ abou’ ya on stage…do it mo’ than is decent, if ‘m honest.”

“Yeah?” You ask him, licking your lips, fingernails digging into his shoulders.

He pulls his hips back and thrusts back into you slowly and then does it again.

“Mmmm…Harry,” you say barely a whisper.

“God this is wha’ I think abou’ on stage. Think abou’ bein’ s’deep inside ya ya can barely keep ya eyes open, fucking ya slow an’ deep.”

“Hahhhh….oh fuck,” you say as you move your hips and grind down on him. “I think about you too. I watch the way you move and I…mmmm…I imagine you with me.”

He slides his hands up to the sides of your neck, “Move wi’ me, babe…” he leans forward and kisses you deeply, “I love ya”

You gasp again and slosh the water with a slight jerk.

“Jesus baby, so fuckin’ sexy tha’ you do tha’ when I tell ya I love ya while we fuck, s’like ya whole body hears it, not jus’ ya ears.”

“I do, every fiber of me feels it, used to imagine it, now…now…it’s so…real, I feel it everywhere. You fuck me so good but fucking with your love is something I could never ever live without…not ever again, Harry, you ruined me for any other,” you say biting your bottom lip and exhaling the emotion in your throat.

“Won’ ever be another…never…,” he says lips against yours.

“No, no, no…,” you cry out shaking your head and moving on him faster, “never be another for me….” You gulp squeezing his cock tighter. “Harry, I’m close, but…don’t wanna cum… not without you, baby, please….”

“So close too…Ungghh! Come on…come on…tagether, babe, tagether…,” he pulls you in closer and tighter to him, your breath catches as he groans out. He goes stiff deep inside you and your thighs clamp tight on his hips as your walls contract hard on his cock. The sounds of the water and your breathing echoing off the tile in the bathroom.

You fall forward, your face in his neck and just breathe him in as you come down.

He grips you to him tightly and kisses your temple. “Ya s’amazin’ an’ I love ya s’much.”

You smile and pull your head up to kiss him. “I love you too, baby. So so much.”

His hands on the sides of your face, thumbs rubbing circles on your cheeks. “Meant wha’ I said ya know. This is forever fo’ me an’ I wan’ ya ta know it…we don’ hafta make it official until we’re ready bu’…I wan’ ta one day. Wan’ ya ta have my last name one day, my sweet Jezebel.”

You feel the tears gather in your eyes. “H…oh my god…I…that’s what I want to. It’s always been you.”

He kisses you again as the tears slide down your face, pulling you flush against him. “I love ya,” he says against your lips.

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