Hey Jude I & II

"You have freckles."

"I have some."

Harry and I exchange timid smiles while facing each other. I'm sitting on his lap with my knees on either side of his waist. His hands are resting comfortably on my lower back while mine have been twirling the little curls on the nape of his neck. We've broken every imaginary line of personal space; our faces only inches apart.

"God, why are you so pretty?!" he smiles and squeezes my little love handles.

"I'm sorry?" I shrug innocently.

"You should be sorry, I was supposed to meet some friends tonight."

"Why didn't you then?" I raise my brows, lifting my chin.

"Because we'd probably get drunk and do stupid shit . . . but I was excited for this," he turns his head to kiss my forearm.

"I'm supposed to be exploring the city and meeting new people . . . having my OWN drinks as well."

"So why are you here?"

"You asked me to come," I act indifferent.

"Would you rather not be here . . . with me?" Harry asks and begins to drag his fingers from my shoulder down my arm.

"You know I want to be here," I blush.

"I can get used to this, you sitting on top of me and playing with my hair. . . Can you stay over this time?"

My heart spins at the thought of being with him all night. I nod and bring down my hands to rest upon his chest. I see some tattoos poke out of his shirt and I wish I could see them uncovered.

"Your eyes are so dark, I can barely see your pupils."

"Its a good contrast from yours," I answer at the same time he's closing the gap between us.

His plump lips brush mine and I'm captivated. Long fingers are stroking my cheek as his hand then moves behind my neck to pull me closer. My arms finish wrapping around his shoulders, securing our position, and our chests finally touch. His kiss sucks me in and his tongue tames any thoughts I had about being in the lead.

As our kiss progresses and our oxygen levels decrease, I'm completely turned on by that moment when we gasp for air and press against each other with urgency. We swing right back into it but the degree of passion has escalated making the room seem more stuffy . . . that's when it's time to remove some clothing.

My groin is tingling and loosening its muscles. By subtly grinding my hips down on him, the both of us moan and its like music to my ears. A pattern forms every time I do that, where Harry straightens his back and tugs on my loose hair to devour my neck. There's a war of hot breaths slaying our skin, leaving wounds of lust and a deeper hunger.

"I'm so hard for you," he whispers.

Every hair on my body shoots up, I want nothing more than to have Harry make love to me right here and now. But a stronger voice inside me says there is no rush, it can wait for tomorrow . . . he can wait. No matter how euphoric this experience I choose to obey that voice, even if my skin forms a riot against me. That doesn't mean we can't take this a little further.

I slide my hands under Harry's shirt and he lets out a little giggle, he must be ticklish. The cold returns when he removes his arms from around me to pull his shirt off, only for that moment, thankfully. Our kiss is broken, giving me an opportunity to observe his torso and all his ink. I love every single piece, passing my fingers over each tattoo.

His nipples are hard and that makes me laugh silently; mine are just the same. After gawking at his upper body, I flinch once my eyes meet his, reading his intensity and its all for me. His hand cups my face and his thumb graces the surface of my bottom lip.

"How am I supposed to keep from kissin' you tomorrow?" he asks.

"Just imagine you are."

I guess that means Harry will be coming on my tour and shopping spree with Lou. I understand his reasons for avoiding any public signs of affection. Maybe it would be better that he not come.

"I don't think you should come," I blurt out, its a bad habit.

"You don't want me around?" he frowns.

"It's not that, I just don't want to cause you any problems or have rumors haunt you. . . or paparazzi?"

"That's my problem. You don't think I know all that? Now, is that the only reason?"

I nod, slightly intimidated by the sternness of his voice. Still I think its insanely attractive to hear his accent turn serious and his brows scowl. I decide to lean in and plant an innocent peck on his lips, changing his mood.

"Come here!" he grunts and rolls me back so our positions are reversed.

I look up at his dilated eyes as we resume the previous pose, my legs automatically wrapping around him and my hands catering his back. Harry sustains himself with his hands on either side of my shoulders and kisses around my neck again. My mouth is dry, all the moisture in my body has escaped through my pores . . . and accumulated in other places.

Relief overwhelms me to feel his hips pressing against mine again. If it were only the relief I truly yearned for, meanwhile our bodies are anything but relaxed and cool. His hand is gripped tight on the curve of my hip trying to push against me. The hard material of our jeans keep making it impossible to get the closeness we long for.

"Harry?"

"Hmm?" I get the feeling he's afraid of what I'm going to say next, burrowing his head in the crook of my neck.

"I was just going to say that. . . we should probably get more comfortable and take off . . ."

Harry lifts his head in surprise. "Are you sure?"

"I mean we should probably go to bed soon anyways . . . and I wasn't planning on sleeping with my jeans on . . ."

Harry is the first to get up and reach for my hand, guiding me over to his bed. There's many pillows and it looks insanely cozy, comforter and all. He begins to unzip and peel off his pants, but I can't help fluster at his protruding size confined by his black boxer briefs.

It is my turn to slip out of my jeans. My eyes remain fixed on Harry as his eyes grow once my panties are exposed. We crawl into his bed and lay sideways facing each other, with one lamp on. His large hand tucks a few strands behind my ear, causing my heart to race again with little time of recovery.

I'm delighted once Harry pushes my body down with his, I didn't want it to be over yet. I'm glad I've kept my shirt on and almost don't mind being in my underwear . . . it would have been just the same had I been in a bathing suit. He divides my legs with his lower body and I feel the friction of our groins together, its better than before but not as good as the real thing.

We go through the motions as if we were having sex, protected by thin layers of fabric. But even with the slight hindrance this feels remarkably good and its working for the both of us. Harry is rocking me at all the right angles, my clit and lower lips are swollen beyond belief. He is so hard, each moan and grunt sending shivers down my core.

"I'm coming . . . are you close?" he whispers in my ear, its like static against my skin.

"I'm almost . . .there." I can't breath right.

Our hips are dancing under the sheets, rowing back and forth. It blows my mind how I can be receiving so much pleasure with out him actually penetrating me. His skin is damp and his hairline sweaty; he's not the only one. My eyes are rolling in the back of my head as he shifts from slow and harsh thrusts to faster ones; I love them both.

Releasing his full weight on me with slothful and tantalizing thrusts, his body stiffens. I hear him grunt and pant against my neck, releasing the mental and physical buildup. Even though it isn't my turn yet, just the sensation of his wetness on my upper thighs is enough to speed up my release.

Harry continues to ride me slowly while kissing all over my neck and around my ear. The heat has spread through out my entire body and I'm certain that with a few more thrusts I'll orgasm.

"Are you close?" he whispers again.

I keep my eyes closed, too embarrassed to look at him. Biting my lip I realize if I'm going to enjoy this I need to tell him what I want.

"Faster," I whimper shyly.

I feel him prop up on his elbows and grind me faster again. I'm soaked by his underwear, but I secretly like the hot mess. He scatters kisses along my jawline and I can't hold back any longer. My mouth parts, a few gasps escaping me in a row. My eye brows shoot high and my mouth turns into a huge smile. I'm holding on to his slim love handles and a flush of coolness overtakes me.

I'm left with a throbbing and very wet crotch, thinking it was so worth it. It has been so long since I've had an orgasm that this feels like something unearthly. I muster up the courage to open my eyes and find Harry smiling down at me. I want to hide from the extreme vulnerability, however, I feel even closer to him now.

"You looked so beautiful."

I know Harry's referring to the moment I climaxed, which can only mean that my cheeks are burning red now. I begin to laugh at the outcome of this evening, he just looks at me curiously and I see all his pretty teeth through his wide smile. . . and a pair of dimples.

"I'm afraid to move," he laughs, looking so darn cute.

"Are you going to spill every where?" I tease, imitating his accent.

"I just might, you don't know how much came out."

"I'm afraid to look."

Harry tries to tickle my side but I quickly raise my eye brows as a warning. This is starting to look ridiculous, it looks like our groins are glued together. Finally, Harry swiftly climbs out of bed, grabs a piece of clothing from a drawer and goes into the bathroom. That's great for him but what about me? I then scoot out of bed and my panties are pretty much drenched. Had I known this I would have brought an extra pair, unfortunately I don't think Harry has anything in my size. Or worse, he could have a stash of lingerie from all the women that have been here.

The shower turns on briefly and within a minute or so Harry emerges from the bathroom with a pair of plaid boxers on. He looks at me and snaps his fingers, as though he just remembered my dilemma. Taking what appears to be another pair of boxers from the same drawer, he hands them to me. I don't hesitate to scram into the bathroom and perform a quick wash down there before drying and slipping into these large pjs.

Now that we got certain things out of the way, I'm unsure how Harry will act with me . . . now that he got what he wanted. I decide to play it safe and just climb into his bed and sleep on the corner. When I walk out the room is dark, I can hardly see anything if it weren't for the light from his phone, indicating that he was keeping busy while I was cleaning myself.

I do as I had planned and I feel the bed shake. This is a pivotal moment, my heart is in my throat. Harry could either stay quiet and stay on his side of the bed or say goodnight and still remain distant. The silence is getting longer and thoughts of regret are beginning to mock me.

I sense his body turn to the side and I swallow hard. Just when I think he is facing the other way, a hand finds my back.

"Why are you so far away?" he speaks softly.

His hand finds my hip and begins to pull me towards him as I shimmy back. Soon we are spooning and his arm is secure around my waist. His head nestles in my hair and I do what comes natural. I place my hand over his and we immediately entangle our fingers, eventually bringing them up to my chest.

"Good night" he whispers sweetly into my hair, leaving a permanent smile on me for the rest of the night.

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