The Enemy [17+]

The car stopped at a small secluded beach. The sun was setting on the water, and there were no tourists in sight. We got out and I frowned.

"I didn't wear my swimsuit." I sighed as Harry led me closer to the water.

"It's fine, we won't need it." He grinned. We walked to the shore and there was a dark structure, it looked like a sunken tank or boat that stood in the water.

"It's a steamboat. Back in the early 1900's it crashed and was left here. Now it's kept because there's an ecosystem around it." Harry said as we stared at the rusted structure.

I kicked off my flip-flops and wet my feet, he kicked off his sandals and did the same. He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, and as much as I wanted to fight it I couldn't. My feelings were growing more and more every day for Harry, and it couldn't be ignored.

"Look at that sunset," Harry said. We both gazed and the golden sun hitting the blue water, illuminating the sky into a purplish-pink color. "They say if you listen closely you can hear the sun boiling the ocean as it sets."

I laughed. "That's impossible, the sun is a body of gas billions of--"

"Shh..." He blew onto my neck. His lips trailed along my neck and my eyes closed, my hands wrested on his arms that were wrapped around my waist. "Not everything has to be literal." He softly said.

When did Harry Styles become so romantic? It got to the point where I remembered my boyfriend but I just didn't care anymore, I was invested in this love affair with the enemy.

I turned my head to get a glimpse at him, and that resulting in him kissing me once again Titanic style.

"This is my favorite position with you." He mumbled. I could feel his cheek getting hot against my forehead. His shorts growing behind my backside.

I rolled my hips backward, he awarded me with a grown. One of his hands slipped from my waist and held onto my hip as I rolled back into him. The other arm still secured me close to his body around my waist.

The ocean seemed to react to our passion, the sand roughly moved below our feet as the tide pulled in and out.

"Tai, I want you to know that I care about you. You're an amazing girl, but I need you... the way I've wanted to have you." Harry whispered in my ear.

"In what way?" I asked and Harry's hand slipped from my hip and to my neck.

"I want to let you let go of control, and maybe sometimes you do the same to me." Harry said, so full of passion that he could barely get the words out.

"Like one of those bdsm movies?" I asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"I don't want to own you, I just want you in the palm up my hand." He said.

"Okay, but I already--"

"Bend over."

"Where?"

"Just do it." He ordered. I bent over and rested my arms on my knees to keep me up. I wore a sundress that day, one that was quickly thrown over my bottom to reveal that I hadn't worn underwear.

"Do you still want me, Tai?" He asked. I couldn't breathe, all I wanted was him to get inside of me.

"Yes." I exhaled and his thumb stroked down my entrance, getting more and more wet as it slide down. He stroked me like a guitar, and then entered me forcibly.

(ill finish this chapter later)

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