Dreaming Of You // If I'm Still Dreaming

[WARNING: Adult content below. Read at your own discretion.]

Instead of rushing in, we stumbled and kissed in practically every flight of the stairs as if we were the only living persons on the planet. Her mouth tasted as sweets and her body felt so good between my hands. She furiously lapped and nibbled my lips and gasped into my ear as I sucked on her neck with passion. Until then I didn’t truly realise how much I’d been waiting for that moment, even before I met her in the bookstore, and to have her like that, falling back against the wall, succumbing to my kiss and my touch, holding me near with her leg as I ran my hands underneath her skirt was the greatest sensation of all. What was the problem if she was a commie?

When we finally made it upstairs she began to open the door as I trailed the rim of her ear with my tongue, holding her by the waist tightly against my crotch. We stepped inside and although my mind was fixated on her I couldn’t help but stand amazed. Her flat was a spacious attic mainly in white, very illuminated by the sunshine. The windows were at the left, where the bed was located, and not too large in size, but the angle seemed to capture all the brightness from outdoors and project it throughout the place. The ceilings were curbed as in the typical French mansard. I could tell she was so proud of her home. I felt it as I glanced around and she snickered. An antique bath on one side captured my attention. She laughed.

“The bathroom is too small so they put it outside. It’s actually quite common in Paris,” she said giggling as I stood there with my hands on my waist, puzzled.

She glimpsed at me and walked towards a chest near the kitchen area, where she dropped her clutch bag. I’d never been in a place like that, so chic and bohemian, but also homely and full of soul. I searched for the cat but sadly there wasn’t any. As I continued to look around she approached the only full size window and opened it. She stepped outside and I realised it had to be some sort of terrace. I followed her there. It was narrow, just enough for a wooden bench, but the view of the city was spectacular.

Jeanne was resting her knee on the bench and watching down the street with her hands holding the railing. I stood behind her, grabbing her eagerly by the waist. She moaned and leant against me, resting her back on my chest and massaging her hair. Her eyes were wide shut. I ran my hands around her belly and pressed her against me as I glanced at the sight, thousands of dark rooftops. The sun was still high in the sky, warming up the top of our heads. I was resting my mouth on her crown and smelt profusely her hair, shivering because of her intoxicating scent. She turned around smiling and ran her arms to my shoulders to hold my neck. She pushed me inside staring into my eyes.

When we reached the Japanese style bed, oddly placed under the set of windows, we were lost in each other’s eyes and I was cupping her face around my hands. As she began to remove her shirt from her skirt I took a step back to behold her. The sunlight was falling copiously over the bed behind her, creating the same effect with her clothes as previously on the street, near the river. Holding my gaze she unbuttoned it, leaving it completely open over her body, revealing me the soft skin from underneath, between her breasts. I breathed in, gulping from emotion. She carefully untied her skirt, which fell to her feet, around her Oxford shoes, and sat on the bed over her leg, resting her weight in one hand. I leapt on to her, taking my shirt off.

I knelt down in front of her and leant in, capturing her between my arms. I laid her down fixed into her eyes, trapping her under my body. With my motion the unbuttoned shirt slipped and my chest made contact with her breasts. I threw my head back in pleasure, groaning quietly. She lifted her back as I tightly pressed her hips against the bed. She moaned and I brushed her cheek to slide my thumb into her mouth. She bit me as I bent to yearningly kiss her on the lips. My lips reached for her tongue to suck on it and Jeanne contorted in rapture underneath me. I knew my gesture would drive her mad. She mentioned it too much on her writing.

She broke our contact to straighten up, her shirt falling into place although her left, pink nipple was slightly visible beneath the light fabric. She adopted a cross-legged position and raised one knee, resting her arm there. She flirtingly tilted her head and rested on her hand, glancing at me. She was killing me with her relaxed attitude, making me want her even more. I prostrated myself before her as she snickered, lightly moving her shoulders to slowly remove her shirt, finally showing the complete surface of her skin to me. Her body was bent to the side, enhancing the slenderness of her torso. I blinked and moved towards her, lying on top of her again, caressing her lightly with the tips of my fingers. And she shivered.

“Undress yourself,” she muttered to my ear. I straightened up sitting near the end of the bed. I slipped off my boots and jeans, turning to face her. I removed my boxers and approached her to stare at her shimmering eyes, her barely dressed body resting underneath me, my open hands gripping the bed at her sides. She placed both hands on my jaw and brought me near so we could kiss. As I pressed myself on her inner thigh, I ran my hands across her abdomen to graze her breast and shuddered intently at the tact of her tender forms. I bent over and kissed her left nipple to lap small circles in it with the tip of my tongue and suckle on it. Jeanne arched her back, one hand on her forehead, light moans escaping her mouth. Washed by an extreme pleasure my mouth became eager, reaching out for her avidly, delighted by her sweet taste.

Kneeling down at her feet again, I held her foot over my mouth, filling it with soft kisses, holding her leg and pressing the back of her knee against my chest whilst I caressed her thigh and calf with my free hand. At my gesture my brain slowed down for a moment just to see a radiant Jeanne lying in front of me. Then I realised what I was about to do… I was going to take her, to make her mine. My mind snapped and resolutely I lifted her hips. I removed her knickers, dragging them down by the length of her legs. Reaching out for my back pocket I grabbed a condom from my wallet. I put it on, carefully pinching the tip over my glans and unrolling it on my shaft. She glanced at me biting her thumb playfully, her body intertwined with the sheets.

Once I finished I lifted her by her buttocks up to my hips, and placed myself at her entrance, holding her up, my arms tensed in strength. Closing my eyes I slid inside her impelling me forward not only with my pelvis but also with all my body. A sensation as if I was plunging into a wave overtook my senses and, for a brief moment, I felt as fainting. Jeanne abruptly arched her back and shook, groaning, tightly grabbing the sheets around her. I slowly regained my original posture, tightening her forcefully against me, to thrust on her again with the same vigour. I repeated the motion once and again, overflew by pleasure. Jeanne was frowning her eyebrows, delightfully moaning and biting her fingertip.

“How can you do this to me,” she whimpered between my potent thrusts. But it wasn’t a question. I smiled, pleased.

“Tell me…”, I murmured to her ear, slowing down my rocking as I began to feel the familiar buzz warming around my heart.

“Tell you what?” She moaned, pushing her arms back.

“That you pictured me while writing those scenes,” I confidently said, grinning on her skin.

“I did,” she claimed, grabbing my head between her hands passionately. I leant in and we stared at each other with urge. “Tell me,” she stammered, throwing her head back.

“Tell you what?”

“That you needed to take care of yourself each time you read my scenes…” She mumbled, snickering at me. I brushed the tip of her nose with mine and started to rock my hips rhythmically between her legs, still fixed on her eyes, the tingling sensation spreading from my crotch all the way along my shaft. “Ah, Harry”, she gasped, tilting her head to the side. I lowered the vigour of my motions and glanced at her, nodding. “That you thought about my scenes every time you were with some woman…”, she muttered near my ear.

“I did. All the time,” I mumbled, straightening up in bed without letting her go one single inch.

I sat between my feet, opening my knees, and I held her tightly by the waist as Jeanne began to rock herself. The sensation of her pubis rubbing on me was much more that I could manage. Slowly the heat began to surge me, and the limits between our bodies blurred. She grabbed me by the neck, biting my shoulder.

“I knew you were like this, Jeanne–––I threw my head back and she shuddered. I wanted to have you like this all this time. I’m sure I have dreamt about this.” I whispered sharply.

“I’ve dreamt about this too…” She mumbled, bringing one hand to her forehead. Her tone was so soft.

“I didn’t know your face but I knew the warmth of your body, the way you move, that you’ll drive me absolutely insane,” I groaned in a rapture, running my hands across her back hungrily to feel her closer.

“Harry…” She said, and kissed me grabbing me by the jaw.

Our motions slowed down and became extremely deep, eyes locked and trembling on each other’s arms, lost in the sensuous tumult we were in.

“Ah–––I exhaled. Tell me. Tell me that you were craving for me…” I jaggedly mumbled to her mouth as she moved against me describing an oval with her hips.

“I was craving for you,” she sighed. I held her tightly by her buttocks deepening her movements as I bucked my pelvis towards her. Her body twitched at every motion.

“That you wanted me…”

“I want you,” she said, closing her eyes confusedly, still rocking her hips on me. I lightly pulled the hair of her nape forcing her to open them to look at me. Our rhythm was becoming hungrier, quickly sending me to the edge.

“Ah, Jeanne”, I said, resting my forehead on hers, feeling I wasn’t able to hold it much longer, but moving harder.

“Harder,” she gasped in tremor and her body quivered near to climax. I held her with all my strength, burying my face on her hair and sinking even deeper into her. A whirlwind unleashed on my chest as we reached together a powerful orgasm that shook us to our very bones.

When I finally opened my eyes I was panting furiously beside Jeanne, arms crossed over one another. Her nose was slightly frowned as if she were thinking, her breast rising and falling in a struggle to regain her breathing. My body was still convulsing when she opened her eyes on my direction. She laughed. I knew it was because she was feeling happy.

“Come here,” I said, reaching out for her head. She nestled between my arms, shivering intermittently.

“Are you trying to make me fall for you making love to me like this?” She said in a pensive tone. I hadn’t moved that way before… I didn’t even know I was capable of doing that. I glanced at her and she held my gaze. There was something on the back of her eyes, so serene.

“I do,” I stated, confused by my own words.

“I won’t fall for you,” she said, suddenly turning serious, lifting her face towards me almost in defiance.

“You won’t because you already have,” I remarked, poking her chin.

“Let’s not make this what it’s not,” she mumbled and, somehow, even though I dissimulated, I felt my heart sank to my feet.

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Notes

Sex. Bringing people together since all eternity...

Last chapter was a bit too heavy to leave you standing there, though I feel nervous revealing this side of their intimacy. Maybe I should keep it to them. Well, she didn't kick his arse––because she's not stupid. He's Harry Styles––but now the guy is gutted, so what's coming next? Who are we trying to fool? It's never about them properly getting together––that is understood–– but the way they will! There's the true magic. In life and in fiction.

Next update on Sunday or maybe even sooner. Thank you so much for reading. You are lovely, clever readers!

Love you all.