Catching Red Eyes

The taxi finally stopped. I had no sense of time at the moment. I was cradled in Harry’s arms, playing with the stitching of his plain white t-shirt. I hadn’t looked up since I had stopped crying. Every so often, he would reach down and push my hair off my face or lean down to kiss my forehead. It must have been late afternoon because the sun was low in the sky.

I finally looked up and saw a huge house, with land stretching for miles and miles. The house itself was a mini mansion and the detail in the stonework was incredible. There was white paneling to compliment the stonework with a red double door below an enormous window that showed a chandelier inside. The outside porch lights were off and it looked sort of abandoned. Beautifully abandoned.

“It’s my mums but she’s back home. She designed the entire thing. Massive, isn’t it? Come on, it’s getting cold and you only have that small jacket,” he said while paying the driver and getting his keys. I didn’t even notice he had keys on him. I also couldn’t imagine the cab fare considering we were completely out of the city but Harry paid no mind.

I wrapped my arms around myself while Harry unlocked the door. It was warm inside and it smelled brand new still, like paint and primer. The inside was breath taking. Hard wood floors with a double staircase leading up to rows and rows of doors. I looked down the hall and saw what looked like a library or maybe an office? To my right was an enormous dining room connected to an even bigger living room. To my left was a front sitting room, maybe? I did recognize the kitchen which was also huge. I sat down at the island in the center on a comfy stool. The lights were on some sort of sensor because they would turn off and on depending on where I was standing. I looked around and saw pictures littering the refrigerator. I got up to get a closer look.

Harry was so young in these photos with, I was assuming, his mother. There were plenty more of him from what looked like Christmases, Halloweens, and other holidays. There were also recent ones too from award shows but candid ones that never saw the world outside this kitchen. There was also a calendar with all of his tour dates on it. He leaving for tour in 4 days. The scene of him in an airplane staring out the window visited my brain again but this time I wasn’t there…

I felt hands on my hips and moaned falling back into his body.

“Looking through my memories, I see? My mum put them here to make it more…homey. We hardly come here but in a pinch, it’s perfect.”

I turned to face him and I wrapped my hands around his neck. I stared into his eyes before pulling him into me. He tasted exactly how I remembered. I wish I could bottle his smell and taste and keep it with me always. With a quick squeeze of my hips, he lifted me up onto the island counter. He pulled off my shoes and then my socks. He traced his fingers across the bottom of my foot and I watched as he guided his hands up my thighs and under my shirt. He pulled my shirt off and tossed it on the floor. His fingers traced my bra and removed it with one swift tug. He cupped my breasts with his hands and moved his mouth onto my right nipple. He traced it with his tongue and I grabbed his head to pull him closer. He moved from one to the other, intensifying my want each time. He guided me to lay back and the island was cold against my hot skin but it felt terrific.

Harry slid his fingers into my belt loops and tugged down on them. Before I knew it, I was completely naked in his mother’s house, laying on her pristine island. Harry dipped his head between my thighs and nipped at the skin around me before moving his tongue and putting his fingers deep inside me. Within those few minutes, I already felt myself wanted to explode but grabbed the island and moaned in pleasure.

In the next few seconds, Harry was scooting me down off the island and taking his shirt and jeans off. Ripping open the small, foil packet and placing it on securely, he buried himself in me. I racked my nails on his arms, trying to hold in my pleasure. He started moving faster, in and out. He released my hip and starting moving his thumb over me and I couldn’t hold on anymore.

“Fuckkkkkkkkk, oh my God, shit.” I had never in my life came as hard as I had then on top of kitchen furniture. Harry wasn’t far along behind me, grabbing at my body and pulling me close as he come undone. His body shook against mine and we both collapsed onto the hard wood floor.

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