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The Only Time

Pour Some Sugar On Me

I wake up late in the afternoon—as I always do since I’m a bartender—and realize what today is. I quick check the calendar I have sitting on my nightstand and sure enough: today is my fifth anniversary with Harry!

I jump out of bed and run to my bathroom, shower and run out, grabbing the beautiful dress Harry bought me a few months ago. I put on a special makeup look and then adorn the dress, slipping into some strappy heels afterward.

I hear the doorbell ring. “Coming,” I shout, putting my second earring through its hole. I jog over to the door and open it to find Harry standing in a tuxedo.

“Hello,” he says with a smirk.

“Hey,” I whisper. Harry takes my hand and leads me to the end of my driveway. “Ooh, a limo!” I say, impressed.

“Only the best for my beautiful Cheyanne!” My boyfriend says, kissing my knuckles and then helping me into the stretched out vehicle.

“So where are we going?” I ask immediately.

“To Mars!” Harry jokes, eyes wide.

I slap his arm playfully. “I’m serious.”

“I have a delightful evening planned; dinner, a night out on the town…”

“Ooh, delightful, indeed.” I grin mischievously, linking my arm with Harry’s.

We arrive at a fancy Italian restaurant downtown. The limousine driver opens the door and Harry takes my hand as we waltz to the entrance.

“Styles,” Harry says to the host as if he’s James Bond.

The host looks at his reservation book and spots my boyfriend’s name. “Right this way, Mr. Styles.” He leads us to the back of the restaurant and then out onto the patio. It’s completely deserted except for an elegant table with lanterns hanging all around and a bottle of champagne on ice.

“Oh, Harry!” I gasp, speechless.

Harry pulls out my chair for me and I sit down. “Like I said: only the best!”

“Well, this is the best!” I gush, putting my hands to my cheeks, trying to hide my blush.
A waiter dressed in a spiffy design comes and gives us out menus. When he attempts to go for the champagne bottle, Harry stops him. Harry stands and pops the cork out of the bottle, a shower of golden liquid flowing out of the spout. I clap joyfully.

We order our meal and while we wait, we discuss small talk.

“You look lovely,” Harry points out.

“Thank you; you do too.” I try to suppress a grin.

We stare longingly into each other eyes but our moment is interrupted by the waiter with our meal; Ravioli de Portobello for Harry and Chicken Parmesano for myself. I dig in, not having eaten much that day since I got up so late.

“So how has work been?” Harry asks as his plate is being taken away.

“It’s been… good. I mean, it’s a job. I don’t want to be bartending forever.” I look down.

Harry takes my hand and I look up at him. “I believe in you, Cheyanne. You can do whatever you want in life.”

“Thanks,” I mumble. I look down and up again. “Do you want to get out of here; head back to my place?”

“That would be lovely,” my boyfriend says, folding his napkin and setting it on the table.

We grab some chocolate gelato to go and climb back into the limousine, on our way back to my house. In the back of vehicle, my hands find their way in between Harry’s thighs, traveling closer to his crotch.

Harry nestles his face in my hair near my ear. “Wait,” he says simply and I obey.

We pull up to my house and the two of us bolt out of the limousine, practically sprinting to the door and making our way to my bedroom. Our lips meet almost violently as he try our best to undress each other; I kick off my shoes and rip Harry’s shirt off. Harry unbuckles his belt and unzips my dress carefully.

We are unclothed and on the bed; myself on top. I scrape my fingertips across Harry’s arms and chest, feeling his strong muscles. Harry grabs my butt and squeezes firmly, causing me to squeal internally.

I break our kiss and Harry looks up at me pleadingly. “Wait right here,” I tell him. I slide off the bed and go to my closet. I pull down a box from the top shelf and pull out a pair of pink and black leopard fuzzy handcuffs. “Are you up for it?” I ask seductively, cocking an eyebrow.

Harry’s eyes widen and his nods slowly. I giggle uncontrollably, relieved on the inside that he did not think I was a total pervert. I walk back over with the box and pull out all four pairs of handcuffs, securing Harry to the bed at the wrists and ankles.

“Do your worst,” Harry growls in a low voice.

I get on my knees between Harry’s legs and lower myself down, gripping his penis with one hand and putting it in my mouth. It is then off to the races. I begin bobbing my head up and down as fast as I can, stroking him as I do so. Harry groans and gasps for air, instinctively attempting to release his arms and legs from the restraints.

Harry is hard and ready to go. I straddle his waist, guiding his member into me, a strike of pain and pleasure rattles through my body. I roll my hips, slow at first but then increasing with speed.

“Oh, fuck, babe!” Harry shouts.

“You like that? You want more?” I tease.

I lean down, balancing myself on my hands against the mattress. I shove my breasts into Harry’s face and he kisses and sucks at them.

“You’ve been a bad boy,” I say, running my finger against Harry’s cheek. “You deserved to be locked up.”

“Yes! Lock me up!” Harry yells.

I sit back up and continue to roll my hips. I scratch my nails down Harry’s chest and twist his nipples, causing him to howl in mix of agony and desire.Harry growls and moans as he begins to reach his climax.

I feel that strange sensation in my muscles as the contract and relax. I squeeze my breasts and nipples as I reach my orgasm. An incredible ache grows in my skull and my hips stiffen. My breathing becomes shallow and quick as my skin is flushed. My brows arch and my thrusting ceases as I cry out. I am finished.

Panting and thrusting a few more times, I lean down and kiss Harry sloppily. I climb off of him and sit down on the edge of my bed. Legs shaking, I stand and unhook the handcuffs from Harry and the bed.

“Wait right there,” Harry orders. I sit back down on the bed as Harry goes to his coat jacket, pulling something out of the pocket. He jogs back over to me and gets down on one knee. I start to grow extremely anxious and excited. “Cheyanne,” he begins, “will you marry me?”

“Yes!” I squeal. I jump up just as Harry stands and I grapple my arms and legs around him.
“Here, let me put the ring on,” Harry chuckles. He takes the huge rock out of its velvet box and places it on my finger.

“It’s beautiful!” I exclaim. “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome. Cheyanne, I love you so much and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“I love you too,” I say, wrapping my arms around Harry for a tight hug.

Notes

I swear those 18 days since I've updated felt like a week. Sorry about that. I've been scrambling to get my grades up. Anyway, hope you all enjoyed this. I have a few more requests to fill after this one so I'll be working on those. :)

Cheyanne's Outfit: http://tinyurl.com/l8z6r4o
Title Credit: "Pour Some Sugar On Me" by Def Leppard

Comments

I love these! You're an amazing writer! (:

Thank you so much I really loved it! Totally worth the wait.

@moonwalker

Sorry but requests are currently closed! I have like five of them to do. Lol.