Was she in Heaven? She wasn’t sure. All she knew was, in her mind, Harry Styles could walk on water and then turn it into wine.
His lips were on her and his hands were on her hips, pushing up the hem of her sweatshirt. Her back was pressed against the wall as his hardness dug into her pelvic area – oh, god.
Harry Styles wanted her – he wanted her.
“Oh my god, Harry,” Maggie moaned as his kisses trailed down the expanse of her neck.
“Mm,” he hummed against her heated skin.
She told herself she wanted Harry to truly want her and to be able to remember wanting her in the morning, but Dear God, when his lips were on her like that and his thumbs were rubbing circles against her hip bones – damn it, she was lost.
Maggie broke away from him only to grab at the hem of her shirt and sweatshirt, pulling them over her head in one fell swoop. Harry’s eyes stayed steady on her, before moving them down to take in the view of her bra-clad chest.
“You are so beautiful, Maggie,” Harry breathed as his hands came up to cup her breasts.
“Mm,” she moaned as Harry’s lips met hers again.
She wanted this. She wanted this so bad. It had been two years since she’d been touched by a man. Two lonely years and she was ready – she was ready for Harry.
“Maggie. Oh, God,” Harry breathed restlessly.
“Harry,” she moaned as she pulled off his jacket.
Seconds later, his mouth and hands left her body and he turned his back to her. Wha-what?
“Hop on,” he said, smirking over his shoulder at her. Maggie let a large grin spread across her face before she jumped on his back for another piggyback ride.
He walked them up the stairs and down the hallway to his bedroom. And there she was, finally in the confines of his sanctuary – the room she wondered so much about. There was a large king-sized bed with dark grey sheets and black blankets. The walls were mostly bare, with just a large picture of a black and white winter tree above his bed. It was his inner sanctum and Maggie was invited in.
He backed up to the bed and dropped her down onto it. She giggled when her back hit the mattress.
“You are so goofy,” Harry said, looking down at her.
“Am not,” she giggled drunkly.
“Are too,” he smiled as he pulled off his shirt, revealing all of his tattoos to her. She’d give anything to study them – to know the meaning behind them all.
Maggie’s smile faded as she was immediately rushed back to the situation at hand. She was about to have sex with Harry Styles. It was her fantasy for the past five months and it almost scared her. She took a sharp breath in and he noticed.
“Are you alright?” He asked, looking at her concerned.
“Perfect,” she said, smiling up at him.
“You are perfect,” he said, lowering himself down to kiss her.
“Baby, I’m perfect. Perfect for you…” Maggie sang another snippet of a One Direction song.
Harry laughed out loud as Maggie let her fingers dance across the taut muscles of his abdomen. He leaned in and she smiled against his lips before they met with hers.
A moment later, Maggie pushed against his chest. Harry sat down to the side of her, giving her a questioning look as she stood up and began unbuckling his belt. Immediately a grin formed on his face. His hand found the small of her back and pulled her to him. Maggie’s efforts to rid him of his pants were fruitless against his advances. He began undoing her jeans instead, pulling them down over her hips, stopping once her panty-clad backside was hanging out. His hands greedily grasp handfuls of it, causing Maggie to smile. He’d definitely checked it out often enough. It was like he was coming full circle, finally being able to touch it.
“Gorgeous,” he breathed, squeezing the flesh between his fingertips.
He was on a sexploration like he was God damn Christopher Columbus. One hand held onto her ass and the other came around the front, rubbing against her pelvic area just above her panty line before he dipped his hand down cupping her mound.
“Mmm,” Maggie breathed as her head fell backwards. Magic hands, definitely magic hands.
Then in an instant his hands went back to ridding her of her jeans, pulling them down her long slender legs. She had to grab hold of his shoulder blades to steady herself as he helped her step out of the pants. Had she known she would be having sex, she would have at least matched her bra and panties. But alas, she was standing in front of him in an electric blue bra and pale pink panties.
Note to self: buy new sexy undergarments.
His eyes didn’t seem to mind though. He looked on with great amazement.
Feeling the undeniable twinge of self-consciousness, Maggie went back to unbuttoning his jeans. She wanted to see him. Harry’s hands snaked up, groping at her breasts as she worked his zipper down. His horny little hands were making it hard to undress him.
“Lie back,” she commanded, maneuvering him onto the bed. He smirked, but did as he was told.
He sat back on his elbows, still easily looking at her. Her fingers grasped onto his jeans and pulled them down off of him as he lifted his hips for her. His erection was jutting out his boxer briefs in the sexiest of ways and it only made the excitement in the pit of her stomach increase.
Maggie pulled his boxers off next, not wanting to be denied any longer of the opportunity to see him stark naked. Her eyes raked over his proportions and she wondered how on earth this man had been blessed with damn near everything in his life. Dear God, he left her breathless.
Instead of standing there staring at him like a voyeur, Maggie sank to her knees in front of him. He sat up instantaneously, looking down at her.
“Maggie…” He breathed, but she didn’t stop. She grabbed onto him and let her mouth close around the head of his penis.
“Christ,” he breathed, letting his upper weight fall back onto his elbows.
Her mouth bobbed on his shaft gracefully – her tongue licking up and down and around the head, causing Harry to let out a guttural moan. She moved her mouth and hand up and down on his shaft for many synchronized successions before he was gripping at her shoulder to stop her.
“I’m… I’m gonna…” He breathed as his body stiffened, trying not to come too soon.
Maggie pulled her mouth up and off of his penis, resting her hands on his bare thighs, but still knelt between his legs.
“That was… Oh, God,” Harry said, running his fingers through his wild hair. Maggie smiled up at him, pleased that she could make him feel so good.
“Most definitely ‘the blow job queen’,” Harry quipped and Maggie burst out laughing.
“Ah-ha-ha. Oh my god,” she laughed.
“Come here,” he said, helping her up toward him.
Once she was standing between his legs, her hands snaked back behind her and unlatched her bra, letting it fall forward. She removed it from her body and tossed it on his bedroom floor. She watched as his eyes washed over her breasts before he sat forward, cupping them in his hands. He was so gentle and his skin was so soft against hers. Harry licked his lips before his mouth wrapped hungrily around her right nipple and all her peaceful thoughts were stripped away, replaced with a carnal desire deep down inside her.
“Oh, Harry,” she moaned.
His hand kneaded her breast as his tongue worked over the rapidly hardening nipple. Maggie wondered how much of it was instinct and how much of it was learned behavior, because he sure as hell knew what he was doing. Making an effort not to play favorites, Harry moved on to her neglected left nipple, causing her to moan again.
“Oh, please, Harry. Please,” Maggie begged.
His hands tickled down her sides to rest on her hips as his mouth finished its dance around her nipples. Without hesitation, his fingers gripped at the sides of her panties and pulled them down her legs. She casually stepped out of them and kicked them aside as he now had a full view of her naked body. She was grateful that she kept up on regular grooming, even though she hadn’t had sex in years.
Harry kissed both her hips and then just below her belly button before slipping his fingers between her legs – once, and then again. Maggie moaned wanting much more than that.
Harry grabbed her by the hips and lifted her on top of his lap on the bed – her legs straddling over his. Wrapping her arms around his neck, her lips met with his once again, kissing him deeply – causing Harry to drop back onto the bed, taking her down with him.
They were so close – so fucking close. Maggie could feel his hardness as she lay atop him. She moved her hips against him, causing the sexiest kind of friction. The way she was moving on top of him was rubbing her in the most perfect way, she almost didn’t want to stop.
“Oh my god,” she breathed, her mouth going dry.
“The real thing is much better, love,” Harry told her, causing her to stop her movements.
“Then give it to me,” she breathed out boldly. She almost didn’t recognize her own voice.
“The sexiest words I’ve ever heard,” Harry said, lifting her up by her hips and setting her back down on the bed.
Harry got up out of bed and went into the bathroom, leaving her all alone. Wha—? Moments later, he emerged, properly suited with a condom on. Maggie couldn’t help but watch him strut back to her. He was so fucking unbelievable. She patted the bed for him to lie down next to her and he did. She slid herself back on top of him, straddling her leg over him once again.
“Are you ready?” She asked confidently.
“Mm-hmm,” he hummed, gripping onto her hips.
Maggie slowly guided herself on top of him – sliding down, feeling the amazement as he entered her. A gasp left Harry’s mouth as she slid down all the way.
“Mm,” Maggie moaned once he was fully inside of her.
Maggie made a point to open her eyes and look down at him before she made any movements. He was looking back at her with wonder in his eyes, masked by unadulterated lust. Her eyes stayed on his as she began moving her hips up and down him. His breathing hitched in his throat, but he kept his eyes trained on hers. The feeling of him inside of her sent shockwaves straight to her core. It was like an adrenaline shot straight to her heart. She had OD’d on Harry Styles and she didn’t know if she would find her way back out of oblivion.
Steadying herself by placing her hands on his chest, she began pumping faster, squeezing herself tightly around him.
“Oh, fuck. That’s good,” Harry groaned. Maggie moaned in response, unable to vocalize the pleasure she was feeling.
“Oh, Maggie. God damn it,” Harry continued to groan as his hands gripped her hips, helping to guide her along.
When he couldn’t take it anymore, when the pleasure was too unbearable, he grabbed on tightly to her hips and flipped her onto her back – careful as to not pull out in the process. It was one of the slickest, stealthiest moves she’d ever seen in the bedroom.
Harry began pumping hard into her, sending pleasure racing through all her extremities.
“Oh, Harry. Oh my god,” Maggie gasped for air. He was godly – so in tuned.
“Maggie, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he breathed.
Her heart raced and her nerves heightened, but before she could wrap her mind around what he just said, her orgasm was ripping through her with fervor. Her body shook all over for him.
“Oh, oh. Ohhh, Harry,” she moaned loudly.
The only thing she could think of beside the pleasure engulfing her was, if she was sleeping on the other side of the wall, she would have woken up from all the noises she was making. She now completely understood Kendall’s inability to keep quiet during sex with Harry.
Harry buried his face in the nap of her neck just as his body began to clench and ride out his own orgasm. He let out a low groan as he came.
“Oh my god,” Maggie breathed once Harry had collapsed on top of her.
“Jesus Christ,” Harry followed, still breathing heavily against her sensitive neck.
So. Fucking. Amazing.
Harry laid on top of her until their breathing evened out and then some. They were completely comfortable in each other’s arms and Maggie was so happy for it.

Notes

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