ZELLA DAY - "Hypnotic"

It was a hot day, a thick and heavy humidity hung in the air that every Londoner got used to every summer. Thankfully Harry’s hotel room had a large balcony with an entire wall of sliding glass doors and air conditioning. I lay in bed alone, naked and still tingling with pleasure, listening to the city sounds while Harry was in the other room taking a phone call he hadn’t been able to ignore. It was hard to feel guilt and to feel I was doing something wrong when there were moments like this, moments where I felt content and like there was nowhere else I’d rather be.

Walking into Harry’s hotel room I allowed myself to admit that there had been no chance of me declining his invitation, I was always going to say yes.

Harry had grabbed for me straight away, hot, wet kisses that left me giddy as he pressed me against the door.

“I wanted to do this last night,” he murmured, mouth working its way down my neck and onto my chest. “I wanted to fuck you so much the minute you walked out, pissed off and angry.”

Gasping, I leant my head back against the door while Harry lowered down onto his knees. Last time I’d been given wine and slowly undressed; this time I hadn’t even put my bag down.

He pushed the hem of my peach cotton summer dress up my thighs to my hips, my tights and panties were then pulled down and thrown to one side. I was weak the minute his tongue found my clit, his face buried in my mound and hands pulling my thighs apart so he could get closer still.

Whimpering his name I searched for something to hold onto, to support myself from buckling to the floor, but finding nothing and my knees doing just that, Harry gave a muffled groan of approval as my heat pressed fully against his tongue. He shifted, lifting one of my legs onto his shoulder then used his other shoulder to move my other foot up onto him; with my weight being only supported by Harry’s hands on my upper thigh and his mouth, I had nowhere to go and no way to escape his hungry laps.

It wasn’t long before the telltale heat stirred in my stomach, my breathing heavier and my moans louder. I wished I could scream out but I was aware that there was only a thin piece of wood separating me from the hotel’s very much public hallway. I was sure neither Harry nor I wanted anyone to think there was anything suspicious going on in his room.

With both hands buried in Harry’s curls and my toes curled against his back I came, once, then twice then a third time, his tongue swirling and refusing to stop no matter how hard I pulled his hair to ease the pressure on my already exhausted nerve endings.

“Harry, please…”, I whimpered, pleading and sighed loudly with relief when he stopped, turning his mouth onto my inner thigh, kissing it gently with a soft laugh.

“Are you ok?” he murmured against my skin, hot breath tickling as he spoke.

“No!” I laughed, breathing heavy and aware that I had beads of sweat across my forehead. “I hope I wasn’t too loud.” Harry helped me stand and wiped his face on the sleeve of his t-shirt.

“I don’t care, I love hearing you.” Shrugging, he stood and pulled me close to him, kissing me with the taste of my orgasm on his tongue. “In fact, I plan on hearing you come as many times as I possibly can tonight.”

Harry strolled back into the bedroom, naked, tanned, and proud. Placing his phone back onto the bedside table he climbed into bed and wrapped himself around me.

“No more calls, I promise”, he sighed, kissing my shoulder and stroking his hands along my stomach and up to my breasts. “You have my undivided attention.”

“Before you get too carried away, can I ask you something?”

Harry pouted slightly that I’d stopped him but nodded.

“Why didn’t I hear from you? I knew it was meant to be a one off but to hear nothing, I mean, I don’t know you really but I didn’t expect that from you.”

He thought about it and I half expected him to say he didn’t want to discuss the matter, but he shifted closer and brought the hand on my boob up to my cheek.

“You are married, Layla, we both try and forget that fact but you are. You blew my mind that night and I wanted to see you again the next night and the night after that, but you have a husband, a husband I know and a husband who loves you.”

I wished I’d never asked; trying to turn my head away, his hand held me in place.

“Coming to your barbecue, I wanted to say sorry for flirting with you and for meeting you here, but the second I saw you, you were angry with me and I hated that, I wanted to make it right. I didn’t want you upset and hurt.”

“Are you going to disappear again after tonight?” Looking him right in the eye, I dared him to lie. If he was going to go ghost then I wanted to be prepared for it when I left.

“No.” Kissing me softly, he whispered against my lips, “As the saying goes, if this is wrong then I don’t want to be right.”

After a moment of hesitation, unsure whether I wanted to put myself at further risk, I kissed him back, the kind of kiss that started gentle but grew into more. I rolled my body to press it against his, Harry’s hand moved to around my waist and shifted to lie between my legs. His erection settled against my already wet slit, he slid it up and down causing his breathing to falter and me to whimper loudly.

Wrapping my legs around his hips, feet against the back of his muscular thighs, I arched my back as his hard cock filled me up for the second time that night.

“Fuck,” I whispered against Harry’s shoulder, his thrusts slow and deliberate. “Harry, that’s so good.”

The first time we’d had sex that evening had been hard and frantic. He moaned that he’d been hungry for me since leaving my party, so much so he’d gone home and made himself come with my taste still on his fingers in his mouth.

This time though, he wanted to enjoy every second. His hips moved slowly in time with mine, so I felt every single delicious inch move inside of me, muscles clenched around him making his breath shudder.

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