Follow Your Heart

Harry barely got the door shut before Nichole pushed him against it, her lips attached to his. He responded immediately with a groan as their tongues slid over each other’s. Nichole’s coat fell to the floor as she shrugged it off. He pulled out of the kiss to immediately start trailing kisses down her neck and behind her ear.

“Fuck, Harry…” she moaned as she unbuckled his belt and started on the buttons of his jeans. She could feel his grin against her neck.

“Eager, beautiful?”

“Oh baby, you have no idea.” She said just as her hand slid into his boxers. He threw his head back against the wall as she took his cock in her hand, stroking it slowly.

“Nichole…” he moaned. She stilled her movements, releasing him from her grasp. He looked at her as she grasped the waistband of his jeans. She smirked at him and without another word, dropped down to the floor pulling his jeans and boxers down just enough to release his cock. As it sprung forward, she had to take a moment to just admire him. She looked up to find him staring down at her, his jaw tightened and a look of pure lust and anticipation on his face. With a grin, she pumped him in her hand a couple times before licking a single stripe from the base all the way to the head. A groan of “Fucking hell, Nichole…” fell from his mouth and his head rested against the wall again. She took the time to lick every glorious inch of him before taking him in her mouth, keeping a firm grip at the base, stroking what she wouldn’t fit.

Harry looked down at her, wrapping her hair in his hand as she began to move, bobbing her head back and forth, swirling her tongue around the head. He let out another deep guttural moan and muttered.

“Beautiful, dirty girl…”

The sounds coming from him as she sucked and licked him were encouraging her; the feeling she got just knowing that she was giving him such pleasure was empowering. She took him into her mouth as far as she could, loving the feeling of him at the back of her throat. It wasn’t long before she could feel him swell even more in her mouth, his grip on her hair got tighter and his breathing started to become labored.

“Nichole…babes, I’m so close…if you don’t…Fuck, babes…” he moaned out, warning her.
Nichole slid her hand up his body and grasping his free hand, squeezing it. It wasn’t long before he reached his peak, cursing her name and she tasted the warm saltiness of his release in her mouth. She slowly sucked and licked until there was nothing left and released him, looking up at him with a smile. Immediately he was on his knees in front of her, his lips on her, his tongue pushing into her mouth, moaning, tasting himself on her tongue. His hand slipped under her dress, quickly slipping into her panties. He ran his finger up her dripping slit, causing her to shiver against him.

“So damn good…” he moaned into her neck. “Need you, beautiful.”

“Harry, baby…” she said, pushing him away a bit, “not here, darlin’”

He chuckled and stood up, holding out his hand to her, helping her off of the floor. As she stood up, he pulled her to him quickly, his hands grabbing her face and kissing her roughly. He turned towards the stairs, taking her hand, leading her.

“This way, beautiful.”

Somewhere along the two flights of stairs Nichole lost her panties and shoes and Harry lost his shirt and boots. By the time they reached his bedroom Nichole was so ready, but he wasn’t having it. He wanted to take his time, she took charge downstairs, but in the bedroom, he took control.

He sat on the bed, pulling her to him. She stood in front of him, between his legs. He was quietly admiring her body, worshiping her with his eyes. Slowly he drug his index finger up her thigh, barely touching her where she needed him the most and slid the same finger down the other thigh. She whimpered softly,

“Take the dress off.” His voice was so deep and full of lust Nichole felt like she could’ve come right then. She stepped back to unzip the dress and pull it over her head, letting drop next to her on the floor. He groaned at the sight of her naked standing in front of him. He needed her right then more than he needed air to breathe, needed to feel her body touching his. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into his lap so she was straddling him. They kissed sweetly, and then pulled away slightly, leaving their foreheads touching.

“God, you are so beautiful, Nichole.” He murmured, his fingers running through her hair, watching it tumble over her shoulders. Then with one quick movement, she was on her back on the bed and he was on top of her and his lips were on her again, traveling from her mouth, across her jawline and to her neck, his hand slipped down her body, slowly. Her body stiffened in anticipation, as his lips followed the fiery path his fingers left.

“Harry…” she whined, “Please…stop teasing….” He smirked against the skin of her thigh, as his fingers found her dripping core. His finger entered her and he couldn’t help but groan at how wet she was.

“Oh beautiful,” he rasped, his voice dripping with lust, “so wet…who made you this wet, Nichole? Hmm?”

“You know, Harry…you know,” she groaned.

“Tell me, Nichole.” He looked up at her, gazing at her flushed body, her bottom lip pulled into her mouth. He bit and sucked her thigh, bruising it slightly, loving her little whimpers and cries. “Tell me.”

“You…Harry…,” she whimpered again, grabbing for his hair. “I stay wet for you.”

“Dirty girl…” Harry growled at her admission, his lips attaching to her aching center. She cried out as he sucked her clit into his mouth, his tongue teasing her as he added another finger inside her and curved them, stroking her inner walls perfectly. Nichole was so wound up that it didn’t take long before she came, cursing his name much like he’d cursed hers downstairs. He rose up on his knees, admiring her body laid out before him, her chest heaving as she struggled to come back, her body glistening, her lips swollen and bruised from kissing him and biting them. Her eyes opened slowly and she saw him looking down on her, grinning with his dimples on full display.

“That was not fair, Harold.”

Harry slid his hands up her sides, gliding over her ribs as he descended over her body again. He nipped at her bottom lip, replying cheekily, “Oh beautiful, who said I played fair?”

Nichole grasped the waist band of his jeans, struggling to get the rest of his clothes completely off of him. She needed him naked and inside her and she was losing patience.

“Harry…please.” She begged. He leaned over, his hands on either side of her head. His green eyes were so dark, almost black.

“Please what, Nichole? What do you want?” Their eyes locked together as her hands kept pushing at his jeans and boxers. He sat back up on his knees, “Tell me…say it, Nichole,” he demanded. She shuddered at the forcefulness of his voice; his hands still sliding over body, waiting for her answer.

“Fuck me, Harry.”

He smiled wickedly and stood up, removing the rest of his clothes.

“Turn over,” he said with a wink. She raised an eyebrow at him and turned over slowly. His hands ran over her ass and back. He leaned over and grabbed a pillow, tapping her hips, signaling her to raise her hips up slightly. He slid it under her. “That’s my girl,” he whispered in her ear.

With his body still lying over Nichole’s, he took both of her hands and raised them above her head, placing them on the head board. “Hold on, beautiful.” Nichole shivered at the lust she heard in his voice. She turned her head as she grabbed on to the head board like he told her to.
His lips covered hers, claiming them with a fierce kiss. One hand slid down her side and over her ass. His finger ran up her slit. He loved the way her body shivered at his touch.

“Harry…” she whimpered, “Baby, please.”

“You are so eager.” He teased. Then he lined himself with her body, ready to push inside. “You ready, Nichole? Is this what you want?”

“Yes…” she whimpered out. Her body was shaking in anticipation. His hands slid down to her hips and he grabbed her, digging his fingers into her flesh. Without any other warning, he pushed inside, seating himself fully. She moaned loudly as he hit the deepest part of her. He held still for a moment, letting them both adjust. When she was ready for him to move, she pushed back against his hips. He withdrew almost fully and pushed back inside her harder than before. Nichole cried out loudly, thankful that no one else was in the house.

Harry held nothing back. He was taking her…claiming her with his body. The room filled with the sounds of their flesh coming together, loud curses and moans filling the air. She felt his hand in her hair, gripping tightly and pulling her up so her back met his chest.

“You feel so fucking good, beautiful…is this what you wanted?” he panted out in her ear. His hand came around to her front and found her swollen clit, stroking it quickly. “Feels good, yeah?”

“So damn good…I’m so close, baby…God Harry, don’t stop…” Nichole moaned out.

He pushed her back down in front of him, her face flat on the bed, pulled her hips up higher and pounded into her in a way she had never felt in her life. The most embarrassing, pornographic sounds were coming from her as she begged him to keep going. The angle of his thrusts were hitting her in just the right place. She felt the heat start to coil in her core as the familiar tingling in her limbs started.

“Oh god, baby…I’m coming…Harry…fuck…” and his hand came down with a loud slap on her ass.

“Now…let it go now, Nichole” he ordered, as he smacked her ass again. White lights exploded behind her eyes as the best orgasm of her life took over her body.

The feel of her core convulsing around him is what pulled his orgasm from the very depths of his body.

“Fuuuck…”he growled as his body collapsed over her and he spilled inside her. His lips brushed against her ear and neck as they both came back down to earth.

He rolled off her and she turned over as he pulled her into his arms. He kissed her temple.

“You alright?” He asked, still trying to catch his breath. Nichole rolled over, propping herself up on his chest, looking him in the eyes.

“Um…yeah…why wouldn’t I be?”

He shrugged and his face flushed a little, “Got a bit carried away…a little rough…”

“Oh baby,” She grinned, “I loved it…like that side of you.”

“You do?” he grinned at her, “My beautiful, dirty, kinky girl…”

Nichole giggled and rolled out of bed.

“Where are you going?”

“After that…I need a shower, Harold…you coming?”

Notes

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