Enola sat on the sofa alone. I disliked that she felt the need to keep herself distant from everyone else. Yes, things were strange at the moment. Everyone knew she was married but they also knew that I wanted her to stay. I smiled a little when I saw her pick up her sketchbook. She grinned as she opened the book. I wondered what she had seen in her own drawings that made her smile. I kept my eyes on her as I watched her flip the pages in her book then pull her feet onto the sofa. Her eyes scanned the room quickly then she smiled once again. Her pencil met the paper only a second later.
I rested my head on my fist as I watched Enola concentrate. She looked so involved in what she was doing. Her brows furrowed and her lips pursed. Her hand moved steadily as she led the pencil across the paper. I wondered what she was drawing as her eyes flicked up from the page for a brief moment. Once her eyes dropped, the pensive expression returned to her beautiful face. My stomach jumped a bit when she bit her bottom lip. How could the simplest of actions make her so stunning? My mind began to drift as I watched her. Was there a time when her husband would watch her draw the way I did? Would he look at her with all of the love in his heart, wondering what she was thinking the way I did? Did he want to see the world through her eyes like I did? The thoughts plagued me as Enola's brow furrowed while drawing. I shook the thoughts away. It didn't matter what he thought about her. He didn't treat her the way he should anymore and she was going to be in my arms when she went to sleep, not his. She thought about me when she wasn't with me. She thought about me when she was with him in anyway. Enola loved me and was happy with me. Not him.
I stood from the chair that I was in. Zayn looked at me curiously but let me walk over to Enola. I had an idea that would make her day a lot better. As I reached her, she didn't move her eyes from her sketchbook.
"Baby." I murmured. She smiled up at me then flipped her book so I could see it. My shoulders sagged as I smiled brightly. She had drawn my sister and my mother.
"I got bored. And you can have it if you want it." Enola nearly whispered as I moved even closer to her.
I held my hand out to her, "Come with me." She dropped her feet from the sofa and nodded. She placed her hand in mine as she stood.
"Where are we going?" Enola asked quietly.
"Grab your book." I stated brushing off her question. She turned and grabbed her sketchbook and pencil like I had asked. "Come on." I tugged her arm gently. I led her out of the room slowly and without anyone noticing.
"Harry, where are we going?" Enola asked once more as we stepped onto the hotel elevator. I didn't reply. I just smiled and kissed her hair. Enola then pushed me against the elevator wall. "You are acting funny. What is going on?" She asked with concern.
I pulled her body closer to mine, wrapping my arms around her waist, "You're the most beautiful person I have ever met in my life." She still looked worried but she smiled anyway. "I just want to show you something." I added when she relaxed against me.
"Aren't Paul and Dale going to be worried? You didn't tell them we were leaving." Enola murmured after a few moments of quiet.
I laughed, "I'll deal with them later. You are what's on my mind right now." She chuckled and shook her head. She knew how much trouble I was going to be in for leaving without saying a word to anyone. Finally, the elevator dinged and the doors opened. I took Enola's hand once again then led her out of the elevator. She looked around curiously. "Come on. Just a few more flights." I stated pulling her towards the stairwell. She followed me closely.
I opened the door to the level that I wanted to be at. I looked back at Enola with a smile. She seemed intrigued by all of my secrecy. I pulled her out the door gently. She smiled when the warm, fresh air hit her face. Sunlight flooded her skin. I got lost in her celestial glow. She was amazing to look at. Every centimeter of her was gorgeous, even the parts that she hated.
"Harry. What did you want to show me?" Enola asked with a giggle, snapping me out of my trance like state. I beamed at her, taking her hand once more. I dragged her over to the edge of the rooftop. Enola gasped. The entire city, clear out to the ocean could be seen. "Wow, this is amazing, Harry." She breathed. Enola looked up at me as I wound my arms around her waist from behind.
"I thought that this might make you relax. Just you, me and a view, the way it started." I murmured into her ear. She leaned into me and rested her hands over mine. I put my chin on her shoulder and she laid her head against mine. "I love you, Noli." I whispered to her.
"I love you, Harry." She smiled at me. She then turned in my arms, making me stand up right. I pressed my forehead to hers as she meshed the rest of her body to mine. Enola pressed her lips to mine softly. I felt her body soften even more as I deepened the kiss. Her hand slipped up the back of my t-shirt and she traced the waistline of my jeans. It was the one thing she always did when she wanted to make love. I gripped her dress just above her bum tightly. I wanted her as much as she wanted me. I chuckled when she grabbed the button of my jeans gently.
"This is not where I expected this to go." I stated against her swollen lips.
"I know. But I need you." She replied breathlessly. I lifted her dress even more and spread her legs to press my pelvis into hers. I gripped her bum tightly to keep her close. She moaned into my lips as I began to move my hips against hers. She gripped my jeans once again and unbuttoned them with ease. I lifted her dress even more and removed her underwear slowly. She began to tremble in my arms already. There was something she wasn't saying.
"Noli, talk to me, baby. Tell me what you're thinking." I sighed into her ear as her hand slipped into my jeans. She carefully slid my jeans away from my hips. I knew I wasn't going to get her to talk until after she was softened and exhausted from lovemaking. I tried again anyway, "Noli, baby, tell me what's going on in your head."
"Just let me show you." It almost sounded like a whimper. My eyes snapped open to see her hope filled eyes. I just nodded. It was an expression I'd never seen on her before. She slowly kissed down my clothed chest and abs before dropping to her knees. Enola then wrapped her lips around my half hardened dick. My head fell back from the intense, pleasurable feeling. I buried my hands in her hair much like she did to me when the position was reversed. I looked down at Enola with lust filled eyes. Nothing felt as good as her.
"We are going to get in so much trouble if we get caught." I groaned as she took me deeper into her mouth. "We need to move." I murmured, pulling her up from her knees. I pulled my jeans back up around my hips. Enola slipped her hand into mine and led me away from our very out in the open position. She stopped near the entrance to the stairwell. She leaned against the side of the building with a small smile. I looked around as she pulled me closer by my hips. We were no longer in direct view of the surrounding buildings. Someone would have to be straining their eyes to see us. Enola wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her forehead to mine. She gazed into my eyes lovingly before placing her mouth over mine. Enola gently pulled her fingers through my hair. I melted into her kiss. It was an odd feeling. Normally, well with my other girlfriends, they'd lean against me. They would want my touch if I wasn't giving it. But with Enola, we melted together. Everything we did, we did as one. When her knees began to buckle mine did as well. Our bodies were perfectly in sync.
I lifted Enola's dress slightly as she brought her leg around mine. I smiled into her kiss when she held me tighter. I wrapped my arms around her waist and lifted her feet from the ground. She squealed quietly then wound her legs around my waist. Keeping one arm around her, I pushed my jeans off my hips and pulled her dress up around her hips. I then placed my free hand on the building, pushing Enola's back against it as well. Enola bit down on her bottom lip after asking me so softly, "Make love to me?" I pushed my hips forward upon her request. I moved inside of her slowly. I didn't want to rush it. There was something in the way she was looking at me that said this had to be a slow, passionate moment. I knew that we were never going to hear the end of it when we got back down to the hotel room. The boys and I had an interview but I knew that I was going to miss it. In all honesty, I didn't give a damn. Enola moaned quietly and her head dropped back onto the stone of the wall. I began to move my hips in a slow, steady rhythm. I wanted every moment to last as long as it could. I smiled when Enola buried her hands in my hair. Hands always in my hair.
Enola writhed against me as I moved my hips in a fast but gentle motion. She was nearing her moment of bliss and there was no way I was stopping until she got there. I grunted into her neck as I thrust a bit harder to get her to her peak. Enola breathed deeply and exhaled my name. I buried my hand in her long waves. I moaned quietly myself, the feeling of her straining muscles and quivering body were pushing me to my own climax. The power of my thrusts increased again, but I was careful not to hurt her. Enola breathed out my name again as she shuddered in my arms, her body clenching around me. My breath was taken away by the strength of her climax. Enola's body sagged against mine but only for a moment. She dropped her legs from my waist then set her feet on the stone of the rooftop.
"Lie down, baby." Enola instructed me as my member slipped from her body. I did as she asked. I laid down on the rooftop. Enola dropped to her knees beside me but only for a moment. She then swung one leg over me. She carefully straddled me, positioning her body over my dick. Enola pressed her forehead to mine as she slid down on me, her hand guiding the movement.I wrapped my arms around her gently. Enola chewed on her bottom lip as she began to lift her hips then drop them slowly. I kissed her hard. I loved the way she felt on top of me. There was something about the concentration on her face as she dropped her body down on mine. I wondered if she loved the looks I made while we were making love. I groaned when I felt a tug in my lower stomach. I needed the release that she was working so hard toward. I gripped her hips and helped her lift herself. She placed her hands on my face and pressed her forehead to mine. I stared into her glowing, blue eyes, moaning in pleasure. She still chewed on her own lips, trying to hold in the moans and screams she wanted to release so badly. Enola's brow furrowed when my body twitched slightly. My legs trembled as did hers. I pulled her hips toward me. I made her go from bouncing in my lap to rocking back and forth. We would both climax faster and at the same time if she did. My eyes closed as I felt the very familiar pitting in my stomach.
"I love you, Harry." Enola whispered touching her chest to mine. I opened my eyes to see her gazing down at me with loving eyes.
"I love you, Noli. I love you." I replied beginning to feel the extreme pleasure. Enola gripped my hands tightly. I released her hips and laced our fingers. Enola's legs began to shake once more as she tightened around me. She threw her head back and nearly screamed with pleasure. I then held her hips down on mine so I could feel her contracting all around me. I groaned loudly as I released inside of her. Enola collapsed on my chest, breathing heavily against my shirt. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tightly. She gripped the side of my shirt and closed her eyes. Her breathing was erratic and her body was spent for the moment. "Can you talk to me now?" I asked, trying to breathe normally myself.
Enola chuckled, "I just don't know what came over me. I just needed it."
I stared at her blankly, "Bullshit. What are you thinking?" I stared at her, urging her to speak.I was wanted an answer.
"I love you. No one has ever worried about the little things before but you do. And even though it's just the small things, stupid things that don't matter in the long run, you treat them like...like everything rides on them." She stated quietly, almost like she was embarrassed.
"What little things?" I asked, wanting to know exactly what moments had led her to sex on a rooftop.
She blushed a bit, "The little messages you send me, just to let me know you're thinking about me." I smiled; I sent her little texts like: “I love you”, “have a good day”, or “you're beautiful”, every once in a while to make her day. "And you tried to get my favorites last night at dinner. You hold me tighter after a long day. You do small romantic things like this, bringing me up to the rooftop so I can see the view, so I could draw. You always ask about my art." She giggled, "Even when it's obvious you want something else." I chuckled as well thinking of the times I had called her, complete wound and needing release. She placed her hands on my face again, stroking my cheek gently with her thumb, "You're a good man, Harry." Enola kissed my lips softly. Her lips barely touched mine before she said, "You deserve so much better than this." I quickly flipped our bodies, pinning her to the ground.
"I don't want anyone else. I want you. I don't care if there a hundred girls who aren't married or don't have a past that want me. They aren't you. They don't make me feel the way you do." I spoke with a deeper voice, so I knew she was listening.
"But Harry..." She began. I cut her off with a kiss.
I pulled back and kept my deep tone, "Stop saying things like that. I love you. I'm not going anywhere. I don't have a choice. No one will ever mean as much or be as much as you. STOP saying that there is better because there never will be, baby." Enola's bottom lip quivered as she nodded. I pressed my lips to hers passionately, sliding my hips back between her legs. "We're going to be in so much trouble." I grumbled when I heard her gasp.