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Summertime & Butterflies

Fifteen

Despite her abhorrence over losing, Olivia let out a laugh as Harry tugged on her dress strap, allowing herself to be pulled towards him. “Loser?” she scoffed against his lips, feeling his mouth break into a grin. “I told you, I let you win!”

“Ohhh, I know you did, sweetheart,” Harry cooed, appeasing Olivia as he gently weaved his hands through her hair. “Thank you for being such a terrible Scrabble player…” he murmured, wrapping her legs around her seated body. “I mean… such a great fibber, so I’m able to do whatever I want to you…”

“That’s exactly why,” agreed Olivia, stretching her legs out and wrapping them around Harry’s body, intertwining herself to him. She’d never had someone make her forget about losing a game so easily, but as Harry’s lips pressed against Olivia’s, delicately grazing her tongue with his own, she wasn’t surprised she couldn’t think of the game any longer. She drank him in, her hands wandering up his back as his mouth danced across her skin, his lips finding a cozy home against her neck.

“Come here, love,” he urged quietly, lifting his body onto the couch behind him and pulling Olivia up after him. She scooted onto the soft sofa, settling herself against the armrest as Harry crawled himself up her body. His beautiful face – lustful, yet shy – hovered above hers, smiling softly.

“You really are beautiful, you know,” Harry hummed, his lips dipping low and capturing Olivia’s before she could respond. “Is this… okay?” he asked, pulling away from Olivia and sounding hesitant.

She snickered at him. “No, it’s awful,” she joked, putting her hands on his shoulders and pushing gently. “Like, can you not?” Cooties…” she added teasingly before brushing her lips against his. He responded by lightly parting his lips, allowing Olivia’s tongue to tease against them before pulling away again.

“Just, uhm… don’t think this is all I’m about, okay,” he asked, clearly recalling her comment from earlier. “Just cause I can’t keep my hands off you,” he added with a bashful grin.

Olivia crinkled her face sheepishly. “I don’t think that,” she assured him, feeling guilty that she’d even said it. “I was… kind of just being a girl, and… wanting you to say what I wanted to hear,” she confessed to him. “Promise,” she added for good measure.

Harry grinned, seeming relieved. “Good,” he determined, dropping a sweet kiss against the tip of her nose before settling on her lips. He kissed her lightly, holding her close as his tongue flicked softly against hers. Gripping her hips, his kisses began to intensify with passion, hungrily devouring Olivia’s eager mouth. Greedily, she arched her back, rocking her hips against Harry’s, feeling his thriving arousal against hers.

His hands moved up from her hips, aggressively pushing her dress up over her stomach, exposing her breasts. He massaged his hands against her chest, igniting a raspy moan from Olivia’s throat. Her back arched again, pushing her full chest against his hands. Leaning down, he traced light kisses along her throat and collarbone, his lips delicately dancing down her chest and into the valley of her breasts. Her skin tingled, feeling goosebumps rise along her arm as her fingers entwined in his hair. Her nipples hardened, anticipating Harry’s mouth against them.

Pulling the first swollen nub between his lips he sucked gently, pulling her into his mouth. Olivia let out a moan in reply, her grip in his hair tightening. His teeth scraped lightly across the sensitive flesh, eliciting a sensual groan from her. He continued to play and tease, shifting between teeth and tongue and alternating rhythm and speed to keep her off guard.

Olivia writhed under him, arching and stretching against his body, as though she couldn’t get herself close enough to him. Her breath hitched in her throat as his lips ventured from her breasts down her stomach, tugging off her panties as he covered her soft tummy with his lips. Insecure of her torso, Olivia nearly pushed Harry away, but reminded herself he wouldn’t be intimate with her stomach if he was disgusted by it. Olivia whimpered out a moan as Harry grasped her hips, stretching out on his stomach as his teasing tongue traced lightly along her pelvis. Her hips bucked, causing Harry to look up from between her legs, giving Olivia a cheeky smirk.

“Not so bad being the loser, is it?” he teased, his breath bouncing off Olivia’s thighs. She let out a chuckle, thick with lust, and pulled on his hair as she directed him to her mound.

“We’ll see,” she quipped, bending her knees and wiggling her hips against Harry’s grin. He snickered at her enthusiasm, wrapping his arms around her legs and softly kissing her thighs, tauntingly avoiding Olivia’s libidinous folds. She let out an impatient moan, bordering on a whine as she squirmed against Harry’s mouth, urging him to her sensitive lips.

“What could you possibly be wanting, hmm?” asked Harry teasingly, gently pushing her knees further apart as he wiggled himself closer to her warm centre. He lifted a finger, softly massaging against her lips, feeling her anticipation. Olivia jumped suddenly in response, not expecting to feel his digit enter her body. She felt herself flush, Harry’s closeness to her causing her to feel vulnerable and hot all over. But as his lips fluttered along her inner thigh, the feeling of pleasure washed away any feeling of trepidation and she gasped out a hitched breath.

“Relax, love,” Harry urged Olivia in a soft voice, his fingers twisting within and hitting a spot that made her entire body shudder. Her back arched with pleasure as she mewled out a low groan, her body humming with bliss. Harry matched her groan with an appreciative sound of his own, his tongue finding Olivia’s sensitive nub.

“God…” she moaned out as his tongue traced circles around her, her fingers tightly gripping Harry’s hair, ensuring he kept his positioning. He let his tongue wander along her lips, savoring her taste and alternating his motions. He crooked his finger inside of her, as though he was gesturing for her to come closer, and gently plucked against the rough texturing of her upper walls. Olivia’s hips bucked at the sensation, her knees trembling against Harry’s shoulders.

His free hand ventured up her body, settling against her breast and gently massaging his fingers against her nipple. Olivia let out another satisfied sigh, her inner muscles tightening around his finger. She bore down on him, the exhilaration she was feeling making it impossible for her to not move against Harry. She rotated her hips slowly against his mouth, covering his hand with her own as he tweaked her nipple, pushing her chest into his palm.

As his fingers worked their magic on her, Olivia’s hips began to sway erratically, feeling the pressure build. The ache was nearly unbearable – while she was euphoric with pleasure, she longed to feel him inside of her. But she was the loser, and knew he wouldn’t budge on the terms of the deal. Her breath caught in her throat as he flattened his tongue against her, changing up his technique as Olivia’s culmination drew closer.

“Shi…” she panted, her body rocking beneath Harry. “That’s… don’t stop…” she instructed him breathlessly, her words nearly incomprehensible. She gripped the fabric on the back of the sofa, her weak legs collapsing against Harry, unable to keep her shaky knees bent.

“Not until you get where you’re going, sweetheart,” Harry assured her before returning to his task at hand. He kept his lips wrapped around Olivia’s clit, sucking urgently as she writhed against him, moaning out unintelligible words. She gripped his hand with hers, squeezing tightly as her sheath contracted on his finger. “That’s it, honey…” Harry purred, bringing his middle finger to join his index inside of Olivia.

Her shoulder blades pressed into the sofa, her hips grinding into Harry as she constricted his fingers with her muscles. His tongue swirled ravenously around her swollen bud, flicking against it. Her hand moved from the back of the sofa to his head, smothering him between her legs.

With each wiggle of his fingers and flick of his tongue, she felt herself slipping closer and closer to her flood tide. Her muscles tensed, each one of them yearning for the end result. Finally, with a convulse of her body and a burst of pleasure, she peaked.

“Oh, God!” she cried out, quivering as she gripped Harry’s body between her legs, her hips rolling urgently, attempting to squeeze out the last bits of pleasure from deep within her. Harry didn’t stop; his fingers continuing to drive into her dewy canal. She gasped a final time, her limp body melting against the couch. She panted, attempting to catch her breath as she found Harry’s hand again. She gave it a light squeeze, her languished muscles unable to exert strength, before closing her eyes briefly.

Harry’s lips immediately found Olivia’s, the feathery connection causing her eyes to open. She smiled at him, wrapping her arms around his neck as their tongues danced playfully, her tangy juices evident against his lips. She sighed happily, keeping Harry pulled tight to her. She could feel his own arousal pressed against her leg and despite still being high from her own climax, the bulge aroused her.

“Well… I’ve never said this before, but… I kinda think I like losing,” Olivia teased, letting her hands lazily run down Harry’s back.

Harry laughed. “Good,” he affirmed. “Then you can just lose all the time. I mean, might as well, right?” he asked innocently, flashing Olivia a charming grin as he tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. His lips followed, planting soft kisses along her jawline.

“Let’s not get carried away,” Olivia countered with a snicker, touching Harry’s cheek and directing him back to her lips. She flicked his lips apart with her tongue, their breaths mingling together. The caress of his lips was incredibly gentle considering the situation he’d found himself in. She gripped both of his dimpled cheeks, exaggerating a pucker as she loudly smacked him a kiss.

“So… what about that gold medal ceremony?” wondered Olivia, bumping her knee gently against his arousal. Harry grinned at Olivia but looked surprised by her suggestion.

“Yeah?” he questioned, biting his lower lip through his grin. Olivia laughed at his surprise, pushing Harry off of her as she pulled herself into a seated position. Her dress fell back down, covering herself as she straddled his lap, settling herself against his hardness.

“Well, sure,” she told him innocently, tickling her lips along his sharp jawline. “I mean… the flag’s already up, so…” She giggled against his ear, delicately nibbling on his earlobe as she wiggled her hips playfully, provoking a low groan from Harry’s throat.

“It’s… definitely not half-mast,” he answered, chuckling as he grazed his hands up Olivia’s torso, squeezing the sides of her breasts. He leaned his head back against the sofa, closing his eyes as Olivia kept her lips against his jaw, her delicate kisses punctuated by her gyrating hips pressing into his throbbing manhood. She looked at Harry out of the corner of her eye, watching as his forehead crinkled with every kiss she gave, how his lips would purse together and then pucker out as she rocked against him. Oddly, he was ridiculous sexy and childishly adorable at the same time. Just watching him react to her touch sent a tingle throughout her body.

“Guess it’s time for the anthem then,” Olivia gibed, giving Harry’s pants a tug. He smirked at her, shifting his hips to allow her easier access. She shimmied down his lap, about to pull his pants off, when she had another idea. She smiled coyly at Harry before standing up, taking his hand.

“Come with me,” she told him simply, tugging him off the couch and leading him towards the stairs. She felt like a movie seductress, directing the leading man to do whatever she wanted him to do. It was exhilarating and erotic, leading the unknowing but completely willing.

“What are you doing?” he wondered with a grin, though obediently following her up the stairs. “Actually… this isn’t so bad,” he added cheekily, giving Olivia’s bottom a squeeze. She looked over her shoulder, giving Harry a flirtatious grin, though not answering his question. At the top of the stairs, she turned to face him, massaging her hands along his chest.

“You… are terribly, terribly dirty…” she commented slowly, pausing between words to nuzzle her mouth along his neck. She took his hands in hers, maintaining her painfully slow movements as she placed his hands against her breasts.

“And I…,” she began, rubbing her hands against his, as though to jump-start his massaging, but, of course, he was already doing so, “am just filthy…”

“Mm-hmm…” he grunted out in agreeance, moving one hand from her breast to her bottom, aggressively grabbing at her and urging her hips closer to his. Olivia giggled, shaking her head at Harry and taking his hand, placing it back on her breast. She shook her head again, attempting to look serious.

“Gold medal ceremony, remember?” she told him, her voice husky. She allowed him a moment or two longer on her breasts, sighing out a quiet moan before taking his hand again and leading him into the master bedroom.

“Now… as I was saying,” she told him over her shoulder, pulling him through the bedroom and into the master bathroom. “You’re filthy…”

“I thought you were the filthy one, love,” Harry teased her, twirling Olivia under his arm before pining her against the wall. “And you are…” he told her, covering her mouth with a hungry kiss, breaking apart only to pull Olivia’s sundress over her head. She was pleased the lighting in the bathroom was especially flattering. “Especially these…” he added, cupping her breasts as he crushed his lips against hers, though his touch was still gentle. “What should we do about it, do you think?”

Olivia pressed a finger against Harry’s full lips. “Shhh…” she directed him, maneuvering herself out of his arms and pushing him to her place against the wall. “What part of gold medal ceremony don’t you get?” she asked him teasingly, tugging his shirt over his head and tossing it to join her dress.

“I have team spirit, what can I say?” Harry shrugged, attempting to wrap his arms around Olivia’s naked waist, but she quickly intercepted and gripped his wrists. He laughed, dropping a kiss on her forehead before she nudged him towards the shower. Their lips firmly together, Olivia blindly pushed on Harry’s pants, attempting to get them off of him without letting go. He wiggled his hips, assisting Olivia before kicking his pants towards the pile of clothes.

Fumbling with the shower door, Olivia managed to pull it open without breaking apart from Harry. She stumbled into the tiled shower, her hands feeling along the wall for the tap. Finally, she broke away from him, her brow furrowing as she spun slowly in search of the tap.

“How do I turn it on?” she wondered, her voice taking on a whiny tone. Harry chuckled and leaned back against the wall, his arousal clearly on display for her to see.

“I don’t know, you figured it out for me,” he told her cheekily, crossing his arms across his chest. “Besides, I thought this was your show! I’m not allowed to do anything!”

“Oh!” Olivia huffed, mimicking his crossed arms and scowling at his sassy face. She stepped closer to him, wrapping her arms around Harry and pressing her chest against him. She could feel him hard against her leg and knew she still had the upper hand, even if he was being a brat.

“I thought you’d want to see me all wet,” she pouted, softly tickling kisses along his chest.

He laughed, though she could feel his body stiffen at her touch. “I already did, sweetheart,” he reminded her, nudging Olivia’s chin up, chuckling as he caressed her cheek lovingly. “But… it was lovely,” he mused thoughtfully, flashing her another cheeky grin before capturing her mouth with his, his tongue probing against hers, feverously, as though he was starving and her kiss was the only thing that could satiate him. Olivia groaned under Harry’s kiss, forgetting that she was the one that was to be in charge. She let him push her against the wall, feeling his pulsating shaft against her stomach. Greedily, she ran her hands up his back, gripping him closer to her. Suddenly, the warm water rushed down on her as Harry found the tap, the water splashing over their hot bodies, soothing and yet exciting.

“Come here, sweetheart,” Harry urged, grabbing Olivia’s leg and hoisting her towards him. Despite her arousal, she smirked at him and shook her head.

“Gold medal,” she reminded him simply, keeping her eyes locked on Harry as she slowly dropped to her knees, covering his stomach with her lips. His eyes widened, as though he hadn’t expected her to go through with reciprocating the medal ceremony.

“What?” she asked him coyly, wrapping her hand around his member and slowly pumping her fist, gauging his reaction.

“Just… Jesus…” he groaned, knotting his fingers through Olivia’s wet hair. He braced one hand against the shower wall in order to keep his balance as he watched Olivia squeeze his manhood. She laughed, loving that she was turning him on so much.

“Filthy, filthy…” she chastised, shaking her head at him before enveloping his length in her mouth. Harry groaned loudly as Olivia’s tongue swirled around against his head, her hands working on the parts her mouth couldn’t reach. They broke eye contact as Harry leaned his head back euphorically, gripping Olivia’s hair as she bobbed up and down on his shaft.

“Shit…” Harry moaned as Olivia pulled her mouth off of him with a loud pop as she continued to vigorously pump him. After catching her breath, her tongue found the sensitive underside of his member, sloppily licking the length of it before focusing on his swollen family jewels.

Harry panted out a groan as Olivia wrapped her lips around his stones, her tongue probing against their fullness. He let go of her hair, pressing both of his hands against the shower wall behind her for balance as the lustfulness took over. He moaned out a string of cuss words, muddled by his accent, when Olivia moved her focus back to his hardness. She looked up at his eyes again but they were closed, unable to focus on anything but the pleasure he was feeling.

She bobbed her head faster, keeping his jewels cupped in her hand as she devoured him. His breathing was quickening and his hips were rocking in time with her sucking. He managed to move one hand from the wall, grasping Olivia’s shoulder as his body began to shake.

“God!” he groaned out, suddenly dropping to his knees, unable to keep his balance any longer. Undeterred, Olivia kept her grasp on him, feverously pumping her hand and wanting him to reach the same bliss he’d brought her to. His hand covered hers, as though to assist in the end goal, as he pressed his wet body against Olivia’s. He drove his mouth to hers, licking and nipping at her lips, consuming her completely. Their hands continued to brush up against each other’s as they shared the effort in bringing Harry to his peak.

Suddenly, his body jolted and he broke away from Olivia, his head landing on her shoulder as he grunted loudly. Olivia could feel his body, pressed against her, convulsing as he reached his culmination. He erupted over their joined hands, his seed warmer than the shower water raining over them. She kept her hand against him as the final few strings emitted out of him, feeling his heart pump against her chest.

Harry exhaled loudly as he caught his breath, lifting his head and grinning at Olivia. He gently kissed her, pushing a lock of her wet hair out of her eyes. “You’re just…” he began, trailing off, as though he was unable to find the words.

“Filthy?” she offered cheekily, her eyes crinkling into a smile.

Harry laughed, kissing Olivia again. “Exactly,” he affirmed, matching her grin. “Beautifully filthy.”

Notes

Comments

@Kammy.
Oh I know. It hurt me too. When this idea first came to me, I was like "fuck... Noooooo!" But... I felt it was realistic (and stupid and dumb and dumb and stupid!) too. Sigh.

harambejtrump harambejtrump
4/26/18

this hurts, I'm broken...you have ruined me... (I still love you, but omg does this kill me)
You know I love this story, Olivia is my girl...but my heart hurts now

On that note....the realistic way they ended, wow...I could see this happening in his life easily, poor H...

Kammy. Kammy.
4/26/18

@Prinny1321
Thank you!!

harambejtrump harambejtrump
4/25/18

I'm sad that they didn't get back together but I love how realistic it was <3 I loved this though

Prinny1321 Prinny1321
4/25/18

@morrison_hotel
❤❤❤

harambejtrump harambejtrump
4/25/18