Hey Jude I & II
Lazy Lovin' <3
A driver awaits us right outside the entrance, allowing us an effortless transition. He takes us to another location where Harry's car is parked and we change vehicles. It's a little after one in the morning, so much for the night being young because I'm beat. All I have are pleasant smiles for my emotionally exhausted state. Harry is quiet but reciprocates the same expressions.
We walk up the steps to his place and I feel his hand on my back, guiding me to the door. He takes out his keys and hands them to me, I shoot him a questionable glance, but he gives no further explanation. Stumped, I try guessing which of the five keys pertain to the lock. Looking over at him for help, all he does is grin at me and then he leans against the wall.
"You're enjoying this aren't you? It's not like its cold out here or past midnight or anything," I titter.
"I like seeing you handle my keys."
Harry's stare is different. There's a mystery and a playfulness but its strange how he's studying me right now. Unlocking the door on the second try, we step into the warm darkness. Its sad how this feels like home to me now and I'm so close to leaving.
He switches on the kitchen light, yawning with a growl towards the end. It's been such a long day for him, even if I was looking forward to the shag, as they call it here, I much rather do something sweet for him. A massage sounds like a brilliant idea.
Like a bad habit, I scan through my twitter, to see if by chance that picture taken earlier tonight with that girl is up. Out of nowhere something, or should I say someone, pokes my bum. I shriek and turn around to see Harry holding a banana in front of his crotch. I should punch his arm but I laugh instead, his grin is so cheeky, begging for trouble.
"You and your bananas!"
Harry pokes me again with a subtle thrust to my hip. At first I giggle, but then I raise my brows and point my finger at him as a final warning. After a couple of steps he stops to peel the banana and devours it with a mocking grin.
"You liked it, don't deny it. You wouldn't be blushing otherwise," his teeth shine bright through his smile.
"I think its time for bed."
"My thoughts exactly."
"Easy, I have something else in mind," I smirk and take his hand to the bedroom.
"Another surprise?" He asks, I shrug for suspense. "Will we both be naked?"
Typical boy with his typical fantasies. I encourage him to sit on the edge of the bed as I slip out of my shoes.
"I'm going to give you a full body massage."
"That almost sounds even better than what I was thinking . . do I get to return the favor?"
"Tomorrow. I want you to relax and fall asleep if you can."
"That won't be a problem, but first . . ." Harry makes me sit on his knee.
He guides my chin to his lips and I sigh into his mouth, cupping his face. I feel his other hand unzipping my dress from behind, his fingers tracing my spine all the way down to where my zipper allows. It isn't long then till Harry's arms fold around me, holding me still. And we just breathe each other in for a moment.
When he eases his grip, I stand up between his legs, giving him the chance to finish undressing me. I step out of the crumbled fabric and Harry swoops me on to the bed, trapping me once again. His hand travels side to side, across my stomach, leaving every inch of my skin in flames.
He likes to grip my love handles, which isn't too often that I'm fond of them. And when he squeezes my hip, his bottom lip slips from between his teeth, crimson and swollen. Then Harry plants little kisses over and under my collarbone like a radiant necklace of jewels that sparkle from the invisible wet marks.
“Are you sure you don't want to go first?” Harry's voice is muffled against my neck.
“No, let me get the cream.”
“Cream?” Harry looks impressed and I roll him off to fetch it.
When I return from the bathroom, Harry is still standing there with his hands at his hips.
“I thought you'd strip down by now.”
Harry closes his eyes and shakes his head, pointing his finger at me rather. With stars in my eyes that I can't hide, I pull off his shirt, like my own Ken doll, and drag my hands down to his buckle. I should say the similarities between the two figures are almost accurate, Harry being the perfected model. After I unzip him, he plops on the bed so I can tug off his pants. Its a struggle he seems to find quite amusing, hearing him laugh quietly. Last pieces to go are his socks and underwear, unfortunately for Harry, H Jr. won't be getting much attention tonight.
“Lay down,” I order him kindly.
“I'm excited for this now. Its really sweet of you.”
I'm excited too, don't worry. I sit on his butt but he begins to wiggle.
“The point is to relax, Harry, so spread your arms out a little and lay still.”
“Yes, dear.”
I squeeze some cream on my palm and immediately apply the cool substance to the center of his back. Harry hisses but then the tension in his body subsides. I take my time rubbing the cream all over his broad back and shoulders. The runway of his back is endless, it goes for miles it seems. Then I begin to massage his traps and neck, moving down to his lats and lower back. He moans the entire time, once in a while he even sounds like he's purring.
Continuing with his arms, I dig into his biceps, forearms and all the way to his hands and fingertips. Lastly, I shift to the side of him and rub his long muscular legs. At this point there’s complete silence, leading me to believe the boy is asleep. My job is done. I get up to put the cream away, turn off the light and crawl into bed. The minute I cover our bodies under the blanket, I hear Harry mumble.
“Shhhh, go back to sleep,” I whisper.
“Lay naked with me,” Harry mutters, his accent is the thickest when he's drowsy.
“Okay.”
Tossing both undergarments to the floor, I do as he says and turn on my side. I stare at him for as long as I can till I fall asleep. Shortly after I awaken to a snort. Harry is mumbling something again but I either can't understand or am too tired to interpret whatever it is that he's saying. Luckily I'm able to fall right back into the same dream.
My eyes open slowly, almost on command, to find Harry watching me with an honest smile.
“How long have you been up?” I stretch modestly.
“Not long. . . you look so beautiful when you sleep,” his voice is incredibly raspy.
“As opposed to the monster I am now,” I smirk.
“Never.”
“Do you normally talk in your sleep?”
“Sometimes, why did I do that last night?”
“I think so.”
“Hmmm. . . I quite liked that massage. But I think I'm ready for some breakfast.”
Not knowing how one thing has to do with the other, until Harry dives head first under the covers. The shape of his body burrowing away, pulling down the white blanket with him.
“Harry?”
His head pops from under the covers and he says, “I'm returning you the favor.”
The fact that I can't see his head is even more liberating, because now I can react as I please without being watched. I stare at the ceiling, feeling his hands divide my legs, and quickly reach for his pillow to claw. The anticipation of his tongue is worth the torture, for that first lengthy lick is too much for my sleepy body to contain. His name slips from my lips with a few silent swearwords, the ones he uses so generously when receiving pleasure from me. There's something different about the way he's handling me.
How can such a flexible organ made of soft tissues cause such stimulation? Or better yet, how can Harry be so skilled and wicked with that thing? Tongues have such wonderful talents! And the way he continues to take his time with each slothful stroke, allowing me to study its texture. I'm the one imitating cats now as my whole body arches under his control. Awake and lazy, I squirm at Harry's next technique provoking a rattling sensation.
His head pops out again, licking his lips and smiling gleefully.
“Come here.”
“Not yet, love. I've hardly started.”
Harry yanks the blanket off us and crawls back till he's standing on the edge of the bed. Unexpectedly, he grabs my ankles and pulls me all the way down to the border as well, I forget how strong his arms are as they remain flexed. My rear is balancing off the the rim of the mattress, feeling a bit awkward as my legs dangle like a spider in distress. Just then Harry kneels and places my legs over his shoulders. Oh, God.
His eyes are closed as he latches on to my entrance. He looks as content as a boy going down on a slice of watermelon on a hot summer's day. I got lost in his appearance, thinking it was safe to stare at him, when suddenly his eyes meet mine. My heart skips as I'm slain with those green razors. At the same time, my stomach turns as it actually feels like he's sucking the life out of me, in the best possible way. I can do nothing but fight for air and try to wriggle myself free, but its unlikely with his arms pinning me down.
Every stab of his tongue is draining me from energy. I don't even notice how loud my moans and whimpers have grown. Harry seems to enjoy the sound effects, learning to read what things I like. My head keeps rising and crashing back; tingles turning into icy hot currents. I can't wait to feel the alleviation from this massive buildup. My panting increases and Harry accelerates those tiny thrusts, refusing to leave my sensitive nub alone. I finally seek his soft tresses to grip, surrendering to this pleasurable defeat.
My body stiffens and begins to twitch as I try to hold the convulsion. Just when I think I'm doing a good job, a gush releases from within, sending Harry into a moaning frenzy. When his mouth departs from my throbbing center, I exhale joyfully, enjoying the cool air as it hits my overly stimulated parts.
“Oh Jude, you . . .taste lovely," Harry wipes the corner of his mouth and licks his finger so seductively, It's like I've been reset for more.
Harry helps me back up to the pillows, but I'm still catching my breath while he caresses my dewy chest. It's so unfair how my body constantly craves him. Even after this mind blowing session, I'm ready for what's next but my brain struggles to keep up. What's even more crazy, the way I describe the things that Harry does to me, makes me want to venture into erotic poetry. I am not the same person that left Arizona a week ago.
“I thought I was going to die,” I chuckle nervously.
“Remember I said if you were mine, what I would do?” Harry's voice is still so thick and alluring. “Well, you're mine now.”
His smile, damn that smile. He knows he has me around his finger. Harry's stare is so confident and dominant, I'm melting beneath him. Then he has the nerve to shoot me those dimples. He was right about being a demon in the bed but in the daylight he was nothing but a sweetheart.
“Do I get to make the same claim?”
“Absolutely. . . this is exactly how I picture a perfect day with my girl to be! Just enjoying one another, not really doing anything. Although I do enjoy this lazy lovin',” Harry winks.
“Lazy loving? I do like the sound of that. What is that exactly?”
“Would you like a free demonstration?” Harry flirts with a crafty grin. “Come snuggle first.”
Harry lays behind me, his body is warm against my back, among other things. But this is where he surprises me by simply brushing his fingers through my hair, tucking it between us. He pulls the blanket over my hips and proceeds to strum my sides with his fingertips. I could almost fall back asleep in this sensual idleness. I tuck my hands under my pillow and close my eyes anyway, but I'm startled by Harry's need for conversation.
Questions about my parents and my childhood come up. How I was raised and what were my favorite memories of school. I tell him a bit about my first years in college and how I enjoy my little assignments from Roger. I should have known that the mention of another male in my life would strike a different conversation. I approach it casually as there is nothing there to elaborate, still I like his hints of jealousy.
We talk for almost an hour, spooning without looking at each other. I'm holding Harry's hand against my chest, like I did that first night, and his mouth has found a permanent resting spot on the crook of my neck. We face our first momentary silence. And after Harry squeezes me into his chest, the kisses along my outline commence. His arm slides under my head as he continues to shower me with wet smooches.
My mind tries to erase the moment when I guide Harry's hand between my thighs, a bold move I would have never made before. I like that there is no hurry to this, we are just exploring and playing with each other. Not so much aggression and desperation like other times, though those are fun too. Soon Harry finds his way inside me and I dare say its lovely. Our bodies dancing together, rocking on the bed, and the sound of our breaths echoing in the room.
Luckily, Harry pulls out this time and grabs the first thing he sees off the floor. I laugh the moment I turn to see what it is, my panties, how fitting. He shrugs his shoulders and smiles.
“Hey, it was meant to be,” he grins as he finishes wiping his tip.
I love that he climbs back in with me and cuddles next to me, caressing my face with the back of his hand and giving me pecks on my nose. He looks over me, squinting at the alarm clock I assume. Then he gazes back at me. I feel so treasured by this man, fighting back the urge to say anything with the word love in it. I can't say it first, I won't.
“It's only 9:30, can you believe it?”
“Really, it feels like noon,” I find that surprising.
“I do have to go to work today though, here in a little bit . . . but I want you to come with me,” Harry presses his forehead upon mine, staring at my red stained lips.
“I don't want to be a bother or a distraction. . .”
“Nonsense. You could never be a bother, a distraction maybe,” he smiles wide. “It's just a photo shoot, nothing too serious. You can hang out with Lou and play with Lux. Then we can go make out in a closet somewhere.”
“Harry, I'm not that kind of girl,” I tease.
“Oh yes, you're a naughty girl when you want to be, naughty and nice.”
“No, that's you rubbing off on me,” I poke his chest.
“That's brilliant then! You should be thanking me.”
Before I can respond with another comeback Harry pushes his lips against me and I cave. I like this concept of lazy love, its too bad we have to get up now. At least I get to go with him today, I know that every thing he does is being judged and criticized. The only thing I fear the most are his fans and I know that in order to be with him, I need to get over this.
We walk up the steps to his place and I feel his hand on my back, guiding me to the door. He takes out his keys and hands them to me, I shoot him a questionable glance, but he gives no further explanation. Stumped, I try guessing which of the five keys pertain to the lock. Looking over at him for help, all he does is grin at me and then he leans against the wall.
"You're enjoying this aren't you? It's not like its cold out here or past midnight or anything," I titter.
"I like seeing you handle my keys."
Harry's stare is different. There's a mystery and a playfulness but its strange how he's studying me right now. Unlocking the door on the second try, we step into the warm darkness. Its sad how this feels like home to me now and I'm so close to leaving.
He switches on the kitchen light, yawning with a growl towards the end. It's been such a long day for him, even if I was looking forward to the shag, as they call it here, I much rather do something sweet for him. A massage sounds like a brilliant idea.
Like a bad habit, I scan through my twitter, to see if by chance that picture taken earlier tonight with that girl is up. Out of nowhere something, or should I say someone, pokes my bum. I shriek and turn around to see Harry holding a banana in front of his crotch. I should punch his arm but I laugh instead, his grin is so cheeky, begging for trouble.
"You and your bananas!"
Harry pokes me again with a subtle thrust to my hip. At first I giggle, but then I raise my brows and point my finger at him as a final warning. After a couple of steps he stops to peel the banana and devours it with a mocking grin.
"You liked it, don't deny it. You wouldn't be blushing otherwise," his teeth shine bright through his smile.
"I think its time for bed."
"My thoughts exactly."
"Easy, I have something else in mind," I smirk and take his hand to the bedroom.
"Another surprise?" He asks, I shrug for suspense. "Will we both be naked?"
Typical boy with his typical fantasies. I encourage him to sit on the edge of the bed as I slip out of my shoes.
"I'm going to give you a full body massage."
"That almost sounds even better than what I was thinking . . do I get to return the favor?"
"Tomorrow. I want you to relax and fall asleep if you can."
"That won't be a problem, but first . . ." Harry makes me sit on his knee.
He guides my chin to his lips and I sigh into his mouth, cupping his face. I feel his other hand unzipping my dress from behind, his fingers tracing my spine all the way down to where my zipper allows. It isn't long then till Harry's arms fold around me, holding me still. And we just breathe each other in for a moment.
When he eases his grip, I stand up between his legs, giving him the chance to finish undressing me. I step out of the crumbled fabric and Harry swoops me on to the bed, trapping me once again. His hand travels side to side, across my stomach, leaving every inch of my skin in flames.
He likes to grip my love handles, which isn't too often that I'm fond of them. And when he squeezes my hip, his bottom lip slips from between his teeth, crimson and swollen. Then Harry plants little kisses over and under my collarbone like a radiant necklace of jewels that sparkle from the invisible wet marks.
“Are you sure you don't want to go first?” Harry's voice is muffled against my neck.
“No, let me get the cream.”
“Cream?” Harry looks impressed and I roll him off to fetch it.
When I return from the bathroom, Harry is still standing there with his hands at his hips.
“I thought you'd strip down by now.”
Harry closes his eyes and shakes his head, pointing his finger at me rather. With stars in my eyes that I can't hide, I pull off his shirt, like my own Ken doll, and drag my hands down to his buckle. I should say the similarities between the two figures are almost accurate, Harry being the perfected model. After I unzip him, he plops on the bed so I can tug off his pants. Its a struggle he seems to find quite amusing, hearing him laugh quietly. Last pieces to go are his socks and underwear, unfortunately for Harry, H Jr. won't be getting much attention tonight.
“Lay down,” I order him kindly.
“I'm excited for this now. Its really sweet of you.”
I'm excited too, don't worry. I sit on his butt but he begins to wiggle.
“The point is to relax, Harry, so spread your arms out a little and lay still.”
“Yes, dear.”
I squeeze some cream on my palm and immediately apply the cool substance to the center of his back. Harry hisses but then the tension in his body subsides. I take my time rubbing the cream all over his broad back and shoulders. The runway of his back is endless, it goes for miles it seems. Then I begin to massage his traps and neck, moving down to his lats and lower back. He moans the entire time, once in a while he even sounds like he's purring.
Continuing with his arms, I dig into his biceps, forearms and all the way to his hands and fingertips. Lastly, I shift to the side of him and rub his long muscular legs. At this point there’s complete silence, leading me to believe the boy is asleep. My job is done. I get up to put the cream away, turn off the light and crawl into bed. The minute I cover our bodies under the blanket, I hear Harry mumble.
“Shhhh, go back to sleep,” I whisper.
“Lay naked with me,” Harry mutters, his accent is the thickest when he's drowsy.
“Okay.”
Tossing both undergarments to the floor, I do as he says and turn on my side. I stare at him for as long as I can till I fall asleep. Shortly after I awaken to a snort. Harry is mumbling something again but I either can't understand or am too tired to interpret whatever it is that he's saying. Luckily I'm able to fall right back into the same dream.
My eyes open slowly, almost on command, to find Harry watching me with an honest smile.
“How long have you been up?” I stretch modestly.
“Not long. . . you look so beautiful when you sleep,” his voice is incredibly raspy.
“As opposed to the monster I am now,” I smirk.
“Never.”
“Do you normally talk in your sleep?”
“Sometimes, why did I do that last night?”
“I think so.”
“Hmmm. . . I quite liked that massage. But I think I'm ready for some breakfast.”
Not knowing how one thing has to do with the other, until Harry dives head first under the covers. The shape of his body burrowing away, pulling down the white blanket with him.
“Harry?”
His head pops from under the covers and he says, “I'm returning you the favor.”
The fact that I can't see his head is even more liberating, because now I can react as I please without being watched. I stare at the ceiling, feeling his hands divide my legs, and quickly reach for his pillow to claw. The anticipation of his tongue is worth the torture, for that first lengthy lick is too much for my sleepy body to contain. His name slips from my lips with a few silent swearwords, the ones he uses so generously when receiving pleasure from me. There's something different about the way he's handling me.
How can such a flexible organ made of soft tissues cause such stimulation? Or better yet, how can Harry be so skilled and wicked with that thing? Tongues have such wonderful talents! And the way he continues to take his time with each slothful stroke, allowing me to study its texture. I'm the one imitating cats now as my whole body arches under his control. Awake and lazy, I squirm at Harry's next technique provoking a rattling sensation.
His head pops out again, licking his lips and smiling gleefully.
“Come here.”
“Not yet, love. I've hardly started.”
Harry yanks the blanket off us and crawls back till he's standing on the edge of the bed. Unexpectedly, he grabs my ankles and pulls me all the way down to the border as well, I forget how strong his arms are as they remain flexed. My rear is balancing off the the rim of the mattress, feeling a bit awkward as my legs dangle like a spider in distress. Just then Harry kneels and places my legs over his shoulders. Oh, God.
His eyes are closed as he latches on to my entrance. He looks as content as a boy going down on a slice of watermelon on a hot summer's day. I got lost in his appearance, thinking it was safe to stare at him, when suddenly his eyes meet mine. My heart skips as I'm slain with those green razors. At the same time, my stomach turns as it actually feels like he's sucking the life out of me, in the best possible way. I can do nothing but fight for air and try to wriggle myself free, but its unlikely with his arms pinning me down.
Every stab of his tongue is draining me from energy. I don't even notice how loud my moans and whimpers have grown. Harry seems to enjoy the sound effects, learning to read what things I like. My head keeps rising and crashing back; tingles turning into icy hot currents. I can't wait to feel the alleviation from this massive buildup. My panting increases and Harry accelerates those tiny thrusts, refusing to leave my sensitive nub alone. I finally seek his soft tresses to grip, surrendering to this pleasurable defeat.
My body stiffens and begins to twitch as I try to hold the convulsion. Just when I think I'm doing a good job, a gush releases from within, sending Harry into a moaning frenzy. When his mouth departs from my throbbing center, I exhale joyfully, enjoying the cool air as it hits my overly stimulated parts.
“Oh Jude, you . . .taste lovely," Harry wipes the corner of his mouth and licks his finger so seductively, It's like I've been reset for more.
Harry helps me back up to the pillows, but I'm still catching my breath while he caresses my dewy chest. It's so unfair how my body constantly craves him. Even after this mind blowing session, I'm ready for what's next but my brain struggles to keep up. What's even more crazy, the way I describe the things that Harry does to me, makes me want to venture into erotic poetry. I am not the same person that left Arizona a week ago.
“I thought I was going to die,” I chuckle nervously.
“Remember I said if you were mine, what I would do?” Harry's voice is still so thick and alluring. “Well, you're mine now.”
His smile, damn that smile. He knows he has me around his finger. Harry's stare is so confident and dominant, I'm melting beneath him. Then he has the nerve to shoot me those dimples. He was right about being a demon in the bed but in the daylight he was nothing but a sweetheart.
“Do I get to make the same claim?”
“Absolutely. . . this is exactly how I picture a perfect day with my girl to be! Just enjoying one another, not really doing anything. Although I do enjoy this lazy lovin',” Harry winks.
“Lazy loving? I do like the sound of that. What is that exactly?”
“Would you like a free demonstration?” Harry flirts with a crafty grin. “Come snuggle first.”
Harry lays behind me, his body is warm against my back, among other things. But this is where he surprises me by simply brushing his fingers through my hair, tucking it between us. He pulls the blanket over my hips and proceeds to strum my sides with his fingertips. I could almost fall back asleep in this sensual idleness. I tuck my hands under my pillow and close my eyes anyway, but I'm startled by Harry's need for conversation.
Questions about my parents and my childhood come up. How I was raised and what were my favorite memories of school. I tell him a bit about my first years in college and how I enjoy my little assignments from Roger. I should have known that the mention of another male in my life would strike a different conversation. I approach it casually as there is nothing there to elaborate, still I like his hints of jealousy.
We talk for almost an hour, spooning without looking at each other. I'm holding Harry's hand against my chest, like I did that first night, and his mouth has found a permanent resting spot on the crook of my neck. We face our first momentary silence. And after Harry squeezes me into his chest, the kisses along my outline commence. His arm slides under my head as he continues to shower me with wet smooches.
My mind tries to erase the moment when I guide Harry's hand between my thighs, a bold move I would have never made before. I like that there is no hurry to this, we are just exploring and playing with each other. Not so much aggression and desperation like other times, though those are fun too. Soon Harry finds his way inside me and I dare say its lovely. Our bodies dancing together, rocking on the bed, and the sound of our breaths echoing in the room.
Luckily, Harry pulls out this time and grabs the first thing he sees off the floor. I laugh the moment I turn to see what it is, my panties, how fitting. He shrugs his shoulders and smiles.
“Hey, it was meant to be,” he grins as he finishes wiping his tip.
I love that he climbs back in with me and cuddles next to me, caressing my face with the back of his hand and giving me pecks on my nose. He looks over me, squinting at the alarm clock I assume. Then he gazes back at me. I feel so treasured by this man, fighting back the urge to say anything with the word love in it. I can't say it first, I won't.
“It's only 9:30, can you believe it?”
“Really, it feels like noon,” I find that surprising.
“I do have to go to work today though, here in a little bit . . . but I want you to come with me,” Harry presses his forehead upon mine, staring at my red stained lips.
“I don't want to be a bother or a distraction. . .”
“Nonsense. You could never be a bother, a distraction maybe,” he smiles wide. “It's just a photo shoot, nothing too serious. You can hang out with Lou and play with Lux. Then we can go make out in a closet somewhere.”
“Harry, I'm not that kind of girl,” I tease.
“Oh yes, you're a naughty girl when you want to be, naughty and nice.”
“No, that's you rubbing off on me,” I poke his chest.
“That's brilliant then! You should be thanking me.”
Before I can respond with another comeback Harry pushes his lips against me and I cave. I like this concept of lazy love, its too bad we have to get up now. At least I get to go with him today, I know that every thing he does is being judged and criticized. The only thing I fear the most are his fans and I know that in order to be with him, I need to get over this.
85............why am i commenting on dirty things!
6/15/16