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Hey Jude I & II

Balcony Romance 2 <3



“What?” I smile.


“Your dress . . . I can see your boobs.”

His words slip and I feel as though I’m under a spotlight. Tucking my dank hair behind my ears, I look down and blush at the sight of my chest. The light from our room reflects off my sheer dress and reveals two hardened areolas; happy to be noticed. Harry takes a step closer, eyes enchanted with my upper body as he begins to delicately trace both circles with his finger; one at a time. Surprisingly, the fabric adds to the stimulation.

Bowing down, parted lips brush over my sensitive peaks while hot breaths coat their surface. I slowly back up against the rail with my hands gripping for support. Harry kneels and though I’m aware of the risky scene, it’s all too alluring. Cool hands crawl up the sides of my legs like a roaming insect. There’s a task at hand, this I’m sure of. Feeling my panties loosen, intertwined in his fingers, I’m soon left bottomless.

Harry’s eyes sparkle just as much as his white smile. Stretching my thong with his fingers, he slingshots the piece over my head. My mouth drops and curves from the shock. He has some nerve! His evil grin is worth a thousand words; even his dimples glow in the dark. Masculine brows wiggle once again, adorned in sexy arrogance that only he can get away with, and I’m blushing harder than before. In a second’s time, I face his dominating height while his hands grab my shoulders to turn me around.

A breeze tickles my face the moment I’m confronted with the lit streets. It’s a calming visual, yet my nerves are hanging off the ledge. Harry gathers my hair to the side, gripping my pony tail in one hand while the other glides over my neck curve. The pads of his fingertips press lightly, like feathers, drawing inkless lines across my skin. I shiver at the pressing of his warm lips upon my shoulder. One after the other, they are carefully placed. I separate the distinct sound of his suctioning lips from the cars in the background, focusing all my senses on Harry alone.

Wet kisses continue numbing the area as his wandering hand slithers over my abdomen. Tiny lightning bolts strike my core, awakening my sleepy tunnels. Humidity is all around and within me, it’s different and I like it. I’m enjoying our pace and though the city lights shine enthusiastically, they’re too distracting. My eyes find rest in the starry night sky as it caters to this out of body experience. Harry has a way of making me feel like I’m ten feet off the ground.

“Har-ry . . . “ I moan.

“Hmm?”

“The light.”

He groans, peeling his mouth off, and for a moment I’m free. This is not what my body wants, leaving me in goose bumps from the displeasure. Our room is now dark and out comes Harry carrying a chair. I shoot him a quizzical scowl, who knows what he’s up to.

“What’s that for?”

“A prop,” he answers coyly, placing it at the other end of the balcony. “Sit . . . please.”

My head leans to the side, eyeing him suspiciously while my mouth flirts in a grin. Taking my hand, he guides me to sit back. There are no armrests for support this time, so I awkwardly lay my hands on my lap.

“Relaaax,” Harry instructs.

His scent impacts me before his knees touch the ground. The shadows of his muscles are evident amidst the darkness, flexing and begging to be clawed. Large hands press on my thighs, covering my tattoo, and slowly pushing them apart. I’m mesmerized by the black butterfly fluttering before me and the pair of sparrows eager to peck at my chest as Harry leans in.

“Kiss me,” he demands and I immediately sit up.

My hands finally know what to do, diving into his curls, a place they know too well. His luscious mouth traps mine, tugging and sucking mercilessly. Every action is making me liquefy; Harry will be thrilled at the realization. My heart palpitates with such speed and fervor, igniting every cell and craving more endorphins. I’ve never fantasized with having sex on a balcony before. . . Linda will be so proud.

I could orgasm with Harry’s kiss alone as his tongue caresses the roof of my mouth, occasionally plunging in so deep I could swallow it. Oh what an untamable thing! His hand meets the starting point of my navel, gliding its way down and under my night gown. His hand shifts to cup my swelling labials and I watch the steam rise between us. Our kiss may have broken but our mouths linger over each other, licking and exhaling as we please.

The grin smearing across his face is one of grand satisfaction, like I predicted, due to my dampness. His middle finger cuts me open and rubs straight over my clit producing an uncontrollable quiver. A moan proceeds from my mouth along with his name, and he does it again. After the third stroke, Harry begins to circle over my throbbing area, exciting me until he pulls away.

My heart races faster and a knot forms in my throat when his face descends. Meanwhile his hand gently pushes me so that I fall back, ready to watch. I’m desperate to endure his every move, tickled by dirty intrigue. The first brush of his tongue seduces me for more guilty sensations. I try to remain calm and not lose myself but I’m afraid if I close my eyes I’ll miss the greater experience.

Harry’s cat-like eyes hold mine captive, neither one of us looking away. His tongue snakes through every crevice of my divot, tasting me completely. For some odd reason, my thighs begin to tremble and I have no way of stopping this. Harry shifts speeds from subtle flicks to wide licks and I feel my blood begin to thin. His strong arms hold my thighs down and pull me to the edge of the seat. My trembling hasn’t ceased but neither has the pleasure.

My body folds, my belly dances and my clit burns from the sexual fire Harry’s inducing. Not to mention my sweaty palms and curling toes; I’m only seconds away from coming. Caught off guard, Harry slips in two fingers while his tongue continues to perform vigorously. Doing the trick, he invades my good spot and my body jumps forward at the tingling avalanche. He never lets me go. My body convulses with such sensual aches but Harry refuses to free me, rubbing harder if he can.

I hiss and cry out. The neighbors will surely know of our endeavors. Yearning to stand or escape, Harry’s steady grip makes it impossible. I begin to cool down and my breathing stabilizes but I’m wet beyond measure. Harry slides his fingers out first and unexpectedly presses them on my bottom lip. It’s one thing to taste him but myself, that’s just weird to me.

“Taste.”

He must see my hesitation, but calling on my raunchy thoughts of before, I let him finger me again. They twirl in my mouth as I taste myself, it’s not as bad as I feared. Harry rises to his feet, modeling the prominent erection in his boxers before stripping them off. His hand reaches out for mine, placing it on the rail with my back to him. The pulse between my legs is very aware of him, almost anticipating another explosion.

Harry pushes against me and raises my dress. The moment my bum meets his length, I clench at the possibilities. He feels amazing just rubbing on me. I trust him not to try anything stupid, still this arouses every inch of my skin. Holding on to my hips, his groans chant with every thrust as he carefully guides my body into position. Separating my legs, arching my back and lifting my rear, my body prepares for his intrusion.

He enters effortlessly, even I’m impressed with myself. Gazing out to the city, I see the cars but don’t hear them; I’ve trained my ears to drown out the noise. With little strain, I hear every mumble and sigh that Harry produces, mixed with mine. I remain still as he contours around me, hitting me at slightly different angles at times, but I can tell it’s tiring him.

I squirm away and turn around to face him. He seems a bit startled as I’ve awaken him from his daze. It’s my turn to push him upon the chair and instead of straddling him, I sit upon his lap. Swaying my hips in a circular motion, he pants in my ear as his fingernails dig into my waist.

“You have to lead me,” I whisper.

“O-key,” he utters softly.

I feel the tension in my legs as I squat over him, waiting for him to align us. His hand soothes my lower back and I take that as a clear indication. This time it’s even deeper, my legs remain closed but I feel my walls hugging him so tightly.

“Oh Jude . . . you feel incredible,” he exhales and rests his head on my back.

With his hands attached to my hips, Harry rocks me to his liking. At first I can’t tell if he’s groaning in pain, if it stings or pinches him, but he hasn’t forced me to stop. I remember a tip that Linda had shared with me that left me baffled and almost deaf of hearing. All selfishness aside, it’s Harry’s turn, so I boldly spread my legs. My actions haven’t gone unnoticed as Harry’s thrusts cause me to bounce atop his lap. I’d be lying if I said that it wasn’t triggering another orgasm in me, hoping that at this point we’ll come together.

Breathing faster, check. Bodies clammy, check and check. Frequent yet brief stillness . . . he’s ready. I steady my weight in my thighs and slightly lift enough to where my index finger and thumb can wrap around the very base of his member, assuming our rhythmic thrusts, I keep holding on.

“Oh my gawd, Jude. . . what the . . . fuhhhh-fuhhh,” he gasps towards the end and tenses up.

I’ve never heard Harry groan and grunt so loud as though he were being completely drained of life. The hard muscle in my hand is literally shaking and so is the rest of Harry’s body; covered now in goose bumps from head to toe. This type of cardio isn’t foreign to him, but I turn my head to check on him just in case. His body collapses against the back rest of the chair and his arms stretch over the back of his head. Harry’s smile keeps on growing as he shakes his head in bemusement.

“Where the fuck did you learn how to do that?” he begins to laugh, somewhat regaining the air in his lungs, or so it seems.

“A little birdy told me.”

“I love that bird! . . . Whoooo!” He shouts and sticks his tongue out in silly bliss.

If the neighbors weren’t suspicious of our behavior by this point, Harry surely cleared their doubts now.



Notes

A/N: Chapter Playlist

"Pull Me Down" Mikky Ekko


"Your Body Is A Weapon" The Wombats


And there you have it my friends, a quickie chapter hopefully with the same gratifying results. I hope you enjoyed it. Can't believe the tour is finally starting :) Love you to bits!!! Thank you for the lovely comments and votes.

PS. I'm super happy that some of you like the new cover. :D xoxo

PSS. Be sure and check out my other story Can't Crush The BossI'd love to read your opinions :)

Comments

85............why am i commenting on dirty things!

48 Is really kinky......but im still readidng it

ok so chapter 35 tells me how to cup nuts...ok

woow not even half of the book and there already fucking!! chapter 6 and 5 are the reason i don't have a boyfriend :(

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