Love is full of many unexpectations.

April 28, 2012
The Dahm Mansion


I shoved a handful of popcorn in my mouth before washing it down by tipping up my bottle of Rum. What’s wrong with drinking on a rainy day like today? I mean, it’s been storming non-stop, and all I’ve been hearing for the past three hours is tapping noises and thunder.

So I’m stuck here watching a movie on cassette. I had nothing else to watch, so I picked the movie Care Bears. Ain’t nothing better, right? Right? Fucking wrong. I ate another handful of popcorn, washing it down with Rum again. The yellow bear got made fun of so he ran away, and apparently now he’s some king of a joke town. That’s a joke. And that’s hilarious.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when there was a loud knock on the door. But it wasn’t just one knock, it was three thousand knocks.

“Oh my God! I’m coming!” I yelled, standing up and walking over to the door. But I stopped and looked down at my clothes. I was wearing some black, calf socks and my blue track shorts. I had a loose grey tank on and my hair was in a ratty messy bun. Eh, screw it.

I went to open the door, but I shuffled back to the couch and grabbed another handful of popcorn before grabbing my bottle of Rum. I took a drink of it and nearly screamed when the knocking came again.

“Shit!” I yelled and the knocking stopped. I huffed and walked to the door, slamming it open. “What?” I snapped, but then the bottle in my hand immediately dropped to the floor and I was at loss of words. Then I was pulled out the way so that he could walk in and shut the door. “You’re soaking wet,” my voice cracked.

“I know…” he muttered before looking at me. I was still too shocked to even do anything. “You’re drunk?” I swallowed and he nodded his head, “Great. Well, I’m going to change my clothes.”

“You can’t stay here, Harry,” I spat out and he snapped his body towards mine, making me jump back.

“Oh yeah? And who’s going to make me leave?” he threw at me and I bit my tongue, “That’s what I thought. I’m going to change.”

As he padded up the stairs, I stumbled after him and huffed. “Harry,” I called after him but he still didn’t turn around. “Harry,” I repeated and as soon as we reached the top of the stairs, I grabbed his arm and he sharply turned his heel to the left, making my body hit the wall with a thud.

He put his hands on either sides of my head and stared me down. “What do you want that’s so important?” he towered over me, and his wet hair left water droplets on my forehead. “Hmm…” he muttered before running his hands down my arms and turning to the left and into a spare bedroom.

I stood there for a minute and sighed. I ran my fingers over my lips and smiled.. Oh how it felt to kiss him…

I cracked open the door that he closed to see him taking his wet shirt off, walking over to the dresser by the door to grab a dry one. But then all I saw was his inked torso through the crack of the door and looked up to see him staring right down at me.

“Come here,” he whispered, opening the door all the way and holding out his hand. I chewed on my lip, debating. But then I put my hand in his and he pulled me into the room, shutting the door behind him.

The rain hitting the house sounded like a symphony, and it was so mesmerizing. But then there was a loud crackle of thunder and I cringed. I then realized that I was still standing in front of Harry. I swallowed and another droplet of water from his hair fell on my cheek, making me smirk. I walked into the bathroom and grabbed a towel, walking back into the room and tossing it over his head.

He brought his hands to the towel and rubbed them on it, drying his hair. When he pulled the towel from his head, his hair was still damp but it wasn’t dripping. I put my hand on his chest and smiled, tracing the birds on his collarbone. But then his large finger wrapped around my wrist and I looked at him. He put his free hand on my cheek and ran his thumb under my eye. Then ever so slowly, he leaned down and he kissed me.

Gentle at first, probably testing to see if I would push him away. But the moment he realized I wasn’t going to, he rested his hands on my back and pulled my body into his. His skin was warm and damp; so soft, so sweet. He shuddered out a breath before letting me run my hands down his chest and pulling off his soaking wet jeans.

Once our lips met again, he placed his hands on my thighs, lifting me up and walking me over to the bed. He gently laid me down at the top of the bed and then hovered over me, kissing every inch of my neck. He put his hands on my sides and ran his hands up my torso, up my chest and over my shoulders. He made sure that my shirt was off.

He slipped my socks off and smiled at me before kissing me again. I ran my hands firmly down his back and he gripped my thighs, making me breathe out in his mouth. He slid his warm tongue in my mouth, flicking it so desperately against mine. I tangled my fingers through his damp hair and his bare chest touched mine, making him shudder out again.

I could tell that he missed me…

His hands landed on my breasts, massaging them softly before planting kisses on them. He kissed the tops of them, sucking on the skin gently. Then he began licking, sending wicked flicks all over. That was when I quickly became a hot mess. He put his hands on my waist and pushed them down, taking my shorts and my panties with them.

I was completely naked.

I parted my lips when he slipped off his underwear before sending more kisses down my torso. He lingered his lips over my skin, his hot breath sending chills down my back. When his mouth traveled farther down, my breaths became shallow and I began to breathe rapidly. I fisted the sheets in my hands and he looked up at me.

“Do you want me to kiss you, here, Anastasia?” he rasped, his voice heavy and filled with lust. I nodded my head and threw it back on the pillow, “What do you want?”

“I want you to kiss me,” I gasped and he smiled at me before kissing the inside of my thighs. My chest began to quickly move up and down as his kisses moved farther up my legs. His lips then met my core and I covered my mouth with the back of my hand. He puckered his lips and sucked, making me buck my hips. He used his hands to hold my hips down, and he added his tongue to his kisses.

“Damn. You are so wet for me, bébé,” he cooed and I threw my head back onto the pillow again. Soon enough, he almost made me come undone, but he brought his face back to mine before I could. He let my breathing slow before doing anything else, and he put his hands on my cheeks.

He kissed me softly before pressing into me, and I groaned in his mouth. He lifted himself up on his knees and slowly started to move in and out of me. It was slow; timid at first, and I loved it. I placed my hands on his shoulders as he moved slow, and I breathed slowly on his neck.

He took my hands and locked fingers with me, pushing my hands back onto the bed. But then he began to pick up speed. “Fuck..” he growled, burying his face in my neck. I brought my knees up so that he could move slicker, and he put his hands on the top of the post above us to get better leverage.

He moved quicker; hotter with every thrust. I groaned so loudly in his ear that he squeezed my body in between his knees, thrusting harder into me. We had never made love like this and I knew that we were both enjoying it.

He loved my groans, I could tell. Because every time I groaned or made a noise, he would move faster. “Fuck,” he repeated, only lower. I dug my palms onto the bed and arched my back so that our chests would touch, making the skin contact countless. He began sucking on the skin just below my collarbone and I raked my fingers through his hair, gasping for air.

At this point, he was pounding so quickly into me that we were bouncing back onto the bed with every thrust he made, our wicked groans and yells filling the room. The pain was so satisfying and I began to arch my back again, making him grab the ponytail in my hair and pull it loose. He grabbed a fist full of my hair and pressed himself farther into me, reaching my climax.

“Yes…” I groaned loudly and he uncontrollably whispered French in my ear, using both of his hands to pull my hair, my chest meeting his again as I arched my back one last time.

“I’m so close to you, Anastasia.. never been so fucking close...” he whispered, making me nod my head. My legs stiffened as I found my release, and he whispered my name again after he found his. And that was it, I had come undone.

He collapsed on top of me and I muffled my breaths. He laid down beside me and pulled me closer to him, making me bury my head in his chest. I brought my knees up to his chest and he wrapped his arms around me.

And without saying a word, both of us exhausted, we fell asleep listening to our rapid breaths and the constant rain outside.

Notes

Bet you weren't expecting that.
I wasn't expecting that.

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