Save and Pursue

After a while, I start to get uncomfortable sitting in Harry’s lap. Something mindless is playing on the TV and I’m not paying attention. I squirm, trying to get more comfortable on Harry. Suddenly, he sucks in a sharp breath and his hands fly to my hips, holding me still. I pause, not sure what just happen. Then he buries his head in my neck and lets out a small moan. Now I understand. Harry’s lap had become uncomfortable from a now noticeable and significant bulge straining at the confines of his jeans. A slow grin grows across my face. I grind my hips down against the restraint of his hands and he moans again, louder.

“Casey,” he breaths, my name close and hot against my ear. A fire blooms inside me, I feel like I have some form of power over this gorgeous man. But that thought is gone in an instant as he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me down against him. I can feel him throbbing through his jeans, desperate for pressure and friction. He’s breathing hard.

Wanting some semblance of control back over this situation, I gently touch his wrists and lift them away from him. Despite Harry’s desperate urges, he complies. Looking completely forlorn as I stand and turn to face him.

I take him by surprise when I plant a knee on either side of his waist, straddling him. A lustful and hopeful look glints in his eyes and I lower myself again onto his lap, making him breathe in sharply. He rests his forehead against mine, looking into my eyes and letting our hot breaths mingle. We’re a second away from kissing when I duck my head and instead lay a bite on his neck.

I don’t bite hard but I take him by surprise. He gasps before I cover the spot with a kiss. I bring my hands to his back of his neck and let one tangle his soft curls. I kiss a sensitive spot behind his ear, earning a moan from him before I progress down to his collarbones. His hands are one my hips begging my body to work against him, which it does, but only slightly. Instead of getting relief, Harry is only getting more and more sexually frustrated and I smile to myself internally. We haven’t even kissed yet and I’m driving him insane.

After a moment Harry lets out a fierce growl, he’s had enough. He puts his hands behind my back and lifts my while standing up himself. He places me back on the couch gently, so I’m laying on my back and I almost giggle at the look in his eyes. He wants me badly, and yet he’s still being so careful with me, not even stealing a kiss. He kneels between my legs and lowers himself so that he’s hovering over me, supported by his forearms on either side of my head. I almost let out a sigh, my moment of power is over, he’s taking control now.

Instead of kissing me right away like I expected him too, he seems to recognise my game of delaying a kiss and instead goes for my neck. And instead of ravaging it, he kisses softly, lingeringly. My core inflames at his tenderness and my hearts gives a painfully hard beat, he is so kind. He is treating me so well and respecting me. I haven’t felt this cared for in a long time and he’s practically a stranger.

Harry lightly nips my neck and I let out a small giggle at the tickling sensation. He raises his head and grins at me. His eyes are bright and sparkling, and for a minute, I think he’s lost his lustful edge. Frowning slightly, I hook my feet around his hips and force his crotch down to mine. His desire for me is still plainly evident and I smile again as he squeezes his eyes shut and collapses on top of me, burying his face in my neck.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he mumbles, his lips close to my ear. I laugh and start to struggle under his weight.

“You’re crushing me,” I get out through a laugh and gasping for breath.

He props himself on his forearms again, lifting his weight from by chest and letting me breath again.

Harry places a chaste kiss on my forehead before moving his lips to my ear, “I mean it,” he says. “You’re unbelievably sexy and it’s driving me mad.”

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