Lay Lady Lay- by Magnet

It was a tough decision.

To get up and to walk out.

To slide my coat on and head for the door calmly and collected.

To say goodbye to Harry and wish him the best, that it was nice to have spent some time with him and to say hello if we were ever in the same room again.

To walk back to the lift, back through the hotel lobby and out to get a taxi, refusing the car Harry offered to send for.

To get into the taxi filled with instant regret but knowing it was definitely for the best.

It was a tough decision and I was weak for not making it.

Instead, I leant forward and took the empty bottle from his hands, making sure to drag my fingers slowly along his, and whispered, “Get another bottle.”

He pounced. The bottle in my hand made a soft thud as it hit the carpeted floor. Harry pulled me to him and pressed his lips hard against mine; I slid my tongue between his lips and he returned the gesture hungrily.

My head swam from the alcohol and from the overwhelming need for Harry. Climbing onto his knee I straddled him, the hem of my dress riding up to expose the lace tops of my stockings. Harry ran his hands up both my thighs and groaned loudly as his finger made contact with the lace then hit bare flesh. His hands shot up to cradle my face and to pull my mouth with his as he leant back in his seat.

“I’ve been thinking about this since I first saw you”, Harry murmured between kisses, the urgency easing as he realised I wasn’t about to bolt out the door.

I was now so caught up in my lust for him to think about how wrong this was: with every second that passed and with every new part of my body Harry touched, the further away Will went from my thoughts.

“Just…just don’t make me regret it”, I whispered as he started to lift my dress up. I took the lead and pulled it up slowly over my head and threw it to one side.

I felt fully exposed when Harry stopped kissing me, holding the tops of my arms to hold me back and looking me up and down, his eyes getting darker by the second. I sucked my stomach in and hoped I didn’t have a double chin but, taking me in and liking what he saw, he licked his lips and any self-consciousness I had just disappeared.

“Maybe we should go to bed”, he said, trailing a finger idly along the inside of my thigh causing a whimper to escape my lips. Harry grinned while I blushed, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

He led me to stand up and stood so we were face to face. I was almost as tall as he was with my heels still on, but he was still tall enough that I had to tilt my head back to look at him. His arms wrapped around my naked waist pressing his clothed torso against mine, reminding me he was still dressed, and I slid my hands slowly up his muscular arms.

Harry’s hand wandered down onto my behind, pressing my lower half against his, his hardness evident under his jeans. Putting his forehead against mine, he asked, "Are you going to regret this?”

It was a question that came too late as I stood in nothing but underwear and high heels, but I considered it anyway. There was definitely going to be guilt, I would struggle to look Will in the eye but at this point I couldn’t walk out of this hotel room. I couldn’t walk away from Harry.

“Probably, but I’ll regret it more if I leave”.

Harry nodded thoughtfully before picking me up with surprising ease. I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him deeply while burying my fingers in his hair. His curls were soft and still damp; I tugged them not so gently and he hissed.

The nerves fully hit when we both fell onto the bed. His arms either side of my head supported his weight as he looked down at me, dark eyes hooded and a grin on his lips that sent exhilarating thrills though my body.

He stood upright and took his T-shirt off to reveal his tanned torso which was peppered with sailor type tattoos. I’d been off put by them before, but now I wanted to run my tongue over the large butterfly located at the centre of his body, just below his pecs.

Harry bit his bottom lip once more and knelt down on the floor; I propped myself on my elbows to see what he was about to do and shivered when I realised his possible intentions. He started with a small kiss on the inside of my left knee then crept his way up my thigh, spreading my legs wider apart as he went. I gasped as his mouth reached my very inner thigh, hot breath close to my lace briefs that I could feel were soaked through. I hoped he wouldn’t notice the reaction, but he laughed and surprised me by running one of his long fingers down my centre from top to bottom, from clit to entrance. My heart was thumping so loud I was afraid he’d hear it.

“You’re so wet”, Harry whispered before pulling the fabric to one side and putting his tongue onto my throbbing clit.

I whimpered and brought a hand to my mouth to bite down on my finger. I was wound so tightly that I was already close to toppling over the edge and he had barely touched me. Stopping suddenly, sensing I was too close, Harry told me to stand and take off my underwear–everything but the stockings.

The fullness between my legs as I stood up was unbearable. I was afraid that one wrong move and my first orgasm with Harry would be a solo one. He was now leaning back on his haunches watching me with a dangerous look of hunger in his eye. I’d forgotten it was even possible that I could turn a man on like this, and that **I** could be turned on like this.

I reached behind to undo my bra, sliding each strap down and eventually letting it fall to the floor. Harry chewed his bottom lip to restrain himself and again my confidence rocketed. Turning around slowly and hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my briefs, I looked over my shoulder and made eye contact with him as I slid my underwear down over the cheeks of my bottom. The look in his eyes confirmed to me he was enjoying it just as much as I was. I bent over as the panties went closer to the floor and held them up proudly after stepping out of them.

Once again I was less dressed than Harry but it added to the excitement. I was about to turn back to face him but his body was pressed against mine in seconds, his breath heavy in my ear as he trailed kisses along my shoulder.

“How about I fuck you?”

His voice was gravelly and low. I wanted to scream that I needed him to fuck me but instead, all I could do was whisper yes and give him a curt nod.

I heard him undoing his belt buckle and sliding down his jeans. I’d thought he would have trouble doing it as they were so tight, but they were off in seconds. Practice makes perfect, I guess.

I stifled a cry when he entered me without much of a warning. I was so wet and ready for him but he was bigger than I was used to, his size filling me up completely and hitting my very core with every move. Harry’s hands gripped at my hips and stayed like that for a moment as I clenched my muscles around his cock.

I muttered an expletive as he slowly drew himself out to the tip and then, with a little more force, pushed himself back in.

“You’re going to tease me all night, Styles?” I taunted, my voice breathy and desperate. What I wanted most was for him to fuck me as hard as he could, to feel that bittersweet agony of him driving into me with no control. If being there was wrong, I might as well get what I wanted.

Before I knew what was happening I was on my back and we were face to face. His glistening erection stood proudly between us and I was impressed by what I saw: he was as big as he felt and looking at it in full glory I had no idea how it had fit. He looked absolutely incredible, tanned and hard, curls wild and untamed with a smile on his face that meant trouble.

He was still gentle as he hooked my legs over his arms and slid himself back into me. His pace was slow and steady to begin with, both of us enjoying the feeling. I felt so close to him, even if it was for one night and I never saw him again I felt closer to him than I’d ever felt with my husband and I’d always be happy for that.

His breathing increased and so did our pace. Moans, grunts, dirty words and the sound of skin hitting skin now filled the otherwise silent room. I watched the concentration and furrowed brow on Harry’s face as his hips moved back and forth; he looked perfect and completely lost in the moment.

I gripped the fabric of the bedding behind me as I felt myself come apart under him, back arching as I begged him not to slow down or stop. My whole body tingled and years of frustration exited me in waves, the orgasm wrecking me over and over until it finally sent Harry over the edge too.

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