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Too Much

Chapter 50


Harry’s hands cupped my cheeks while he just stared at me with that gaze that made my stomach burn with anticipation. He took my hand and led me towards the couch a few steps away, and even though I had wanted to go to his room, I didn’t object. Slowly, he brought my face down to his and brushed my lips with his once, then twice, before pressing them firmly against my own. And just like the first time, I had the overwhelming feeling that I was exactly where I belonged.

Pulling away, he looked at me for a few heavy moments. “I’ve missed you so much. Are you sure you’re ready to do this again?” He asked and I knew he was referring to Friday when I forced him off of me because I was too scared. Now that I was on birth control, I felt less anxious about the whole process.

Hoping my actions would be answer enough, I lowered myself until I was sitting on his lap, his growing erection pressed firmly against my already-aching core, and I almost moaned as I captured his mouth. Our lips moved against each other, and quickly enough his tongue was torturing mine in the sweetest way possible. I rocked against him, and the goose bumps came back full force when he moaned into my mouth. His hands left my cheeks, slowly sliding down my neck and my chest, his thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples before continuing down until he was grabbing my hips and pressing us closer together.

“Fuck, Addie.” He groaned loudly when I pressed my hips against his to feel his desire through his jeans. At first I reveled in the fact that I could get such a reaction from him with so little contact, but then a panic ran through me.

“Harry, is your mom home?” I whispered into his ear feeling embarrassed. Crap, if she was home, my life would probably be over.

“No, she’s running errands baby. We’re all alone, so you can be as loud as you want.” He smirked and leaned forward to reconnect our bodies.

Our kisses started getting rougher, our breathing heavier as I continued to rock my hips against him. The sexiest growl I’ve ever heard worked its way from Harry's chest, and his hands left my hips to slip under the bottom of the shirt I was wearing. I lifted myself off his lap and his warm hands moved up my thighs, over my hips, and to my butt, where they stilled momentarily before quickly going back to my hips.

“Harry . . .” I pulled his head back to press my lips to his and pleaded, “Touch me.” God, I don’t even care how desperate I sound. I’m aching for his touch, and it’s been far too long since the last time he has.

The hand on my thigh slowly trailed over and up but continued to stay just on the inside of my thigh. I started to lower myself, but the hand on my butt flew to my hip, and both hands squeezed to keep me where I was. An aggravated groan left me, and Harry laughed softly against my mouth. “Be patient.”

He released his hold and I didn’t move as he dipped his head to suck on my breast through my shirt. The hand on the inside of my thigh went back to making lazy circles, each one bringing him closer to where I was aching for him. My breathing was getting rapid and I had to grab on to the back of the couch for support as he continued to tease me. I thought I would die if he didn’t touch me soon. Each circle on my thigh and teasing bite to my hard nipples had the heat in my stomach growing. My whole body was buzzing and I was so turned on I was afraid I’d fall apart the second he finally did touch me.

Just when I was about to start begging again, his fingers trailed against my core, his thumb stopping on the sensitive are as his fingers teased my opening before he slid one inside me.

“Fuck,” He growled and smashed our mouths together. “My girls ready for me, isn’t she?”

I kissed him with everything I had as an answer and whimpered when he added a second finger. The desire in my stomach tightened and I pressed harder into his hand as his fingers started going faster. I was so close. I broke off our kiss and tilted my head back as I rode his hand. Just before I went over the edge, his hand was gone and my head snapped forward.

“Wha—” I broke off when I saw that devilish grin again. “Why . . . stop teasing me!”

“Baby, I’m nowhere near done teasing you,” he said softly, and pressed his lips to mine. I wanted it rough. I wanted his hand back on me, in me.

“Hold on.” He spoke around my lips and kissed me once before lifting me off him and standing up.

“Wait. . . what?!”

With a wink, he turned and walked up the stairs towards his room. I was going to kill him. As much as I loved this playful side of Harry, it was such a contrast to his behavior just minutes ago.

I stood up and went after him; I need him now more than ever. Before I made it to his door, his arms were suddenly on me, turning me around and pushing me up against the wall. His mouth slammed down on mine and he pressed his hips into me. His hard-on against my stomach had my knees going weak again. But before I could get lost in the feelings he stirred up in me, I pushed against his chest and turned my head.

“Harry—”

“You want to see what a little patience will do?” He asked huskily as his fingers trailed against me before he slid two back inside me.

I moaned and my back arched off the wall as my body instantly reacted to his touch. The knot and heat were back and stronger than before, and I couldn’t talk anymore. I could hardly think, only feel. In less than a minute he had me right back to where I’d been on the couch, my body tensed, and I felt like I was suspended in air for torturous seconds before everything in me shattered and I couldn’t help the loud moan that escaped me.

Harry's mouth was back on mine, swallowing my moans as he continued to work me through the most earth-shattering orgasm I’d ever experienced. My knees gave out and he caught me before I could crumple to the floor. Slowly, he pulled his fingers out of me and let them trail back against me; a whimper sounded in my throat when they ran across my overly sensitive area.
I took in a shaky breath and face-planted into his chest.

He laughed out loud and the sound warmed my body. “C’mon, babe.” As he lifted me into his arms, I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and let him walk me toward his bed. When he set me down, he brought my head back, pushed some hair behind my ear, and cupped my cheek. My hands reached for the button on his dark jeans but he twisted away from me. Kissing my lips once, he pulled back again and looked me in the eye.

“I want you . . . I need you.”

“I love you, Harry,” I whispered, and had barely gotten his name out when his mouth was on mine and he was lowering my body onto the bed.

“Adelaide, I can’t begin to explain how in love with you I am.” He spoke through our kiss, and I swear my heart was about to burst.

He slid me closer to the edge of the bed and slowly pulled my shirt off of me and then continued removing the rest of the barriers between us. His breath caught and he lowered me onto the bed as he shamelessly took in my completely naked body. Heat rushed to my cheeks, my legs tried to close even though they were still wrapped around him, and my arms came up to my chest. I felt way too exposed, and it made me sort of nervous.

Harry’s eyes burned as he removed my arms, placing them gently on the bed, and opened my legs back up. “You’re so damn beautiful,” he whispered, and looked back into my eyes. “Don’t cover yourself with me.”

My eyelids fluttered shut when his hands began their slow exploration of my body, and I had to force them back open so I could watch him. He sucked on his lip and looked up at me through hooded eyelids, and my body began burning for him. Sitting up quickly, I grabbed the back of his neck and brought his face to mine. Our kiss was slow and teasing, with soft bites and unhurried tongue strokes. I reached for the bottom of his shirt; he helped me get it off and I let my fingertips trail down his toned chest and stomach. I broke off the kiss to watch the path my hands were taking and only glanced at him for a moment when I began unbuttoning his jeans.

His erection was straining against the zipper, and my eyes widened when I pulled the denim off his hips and the only thing hiding him was a pair of boxer-briefs. Letting the tips of my fingers run along the inside of the briefs’ band before pulling them lower, I bit my lip to hide my smile when his body shuddered. I grabbed his length in my hands and ran them slowly up and down, placed two openmouthed kisses on his chest, and looked up at him. He was breathing heavily, his mouth slightly open, and there was no doubting the look in his eyes.

“God dammit, I’ll never get enough of you.” He breathed with his eyes clenched shut.

I continued to work him with one hand as I pushed his pants and boxer-briefs off the rest of the way. He tilted my head up with his hands around my face, his thumbs brushing my jaw, and kissed me deeply.

“Babe,” he whispered against my lips before pulling back an inch to look into my eyes, “Let me make love to you.”

A lump formed in my throat, but I nodded and squeezed my eyes tightly shut as I kissed him hard. Pushing me farther back on the bed, he stepped out of his pants and tore open one of the foil packets he had taken out from his side table. I watched as he rolled the condom on and reached for him when he finished. He grabbed the outstretched hand, kissed my palm, and intertwined our fingers as he crawled onto the bed and over me. I lay back and let him pull me up higher. When his lips found my throat, I wrapped my legs around his body and whimpered when his length pressed against me. He rolled his hips against me and I thought I would go mad if I didn’t have him soon.

“Please, I don’t want to wait anymore.”

“Neither do I,” He leaned back and positioned himself at my entrance. The hand holding mine gripped tighter and his eyes locked on mine as he slowly pushed inside of me. A breathy moan left me and he groaned as I stretched around him. Harry didn’t move for a few moments as we just felt each other. And with that lazy smile I loved, he pulled almost completely out and pushed back in harder. His name left my mouth and I brought his body down toward mine to capture his lips. Our joined hands were now pinned to the bed, his long fingers still entwined with mine and now clutching the comforter in them as well as we moved together.

“Harry,” I moaned. My body was on fire for him, the heat in my belly growing rapidly. Our breaths were labored and our kisses were changing from slow and passionate to rough and needy. I urged him to move faster as I felt the familiar tightening low in my stomach and cried out when he leaned away and slammed into me. The heat in his eyes held me captive, and I’d never felt as beautiful or wanted as I did right now, in this moment with him. The hand that had been in my hair moved down to where our bodies connected, and the second his fingers rolled around my sensitive area, my body shattered around him and I roughly whispered his name as I lost myself to him.

“A-Addie,” With a few more thrusts, his entire body tensed before shuddering, and he bit down on my collarbone as he groaned out his release. “Oh fuck baby, yes,"

His body was gently shaking when he pushed himself up, and I wrapped my arms around his broad back, bringing him closer to me. Placing a soft kiss where he’d bitten down, he looked up at me and claimed my mouth next. We lay there holding each other for a few moments; the only sound was our heavy breathing as we stared into each other’s eyes. A soft whimper escaped my lips when his body left mine, and he kissed me quickly on the forehead before rolling off the bed and walking into the bathroom.

“That was one for the books, babe.” Harry smirked when he came out of the bathroom. He walked back over to the bed, not bothering with putting his clothes back on (which I didn’t mind) and got back under the covers before pulling me close to him.

“I’ve missed this,” I admitted while I traced the black ink covering his chest. It still fascinates me how he can make something I hated so much at one point in my life look so gorgeous. Let’s be honest though, he could make anything look gorgeous.

“Me too,” He sighed and kissed the top of my head. “Addie, I know you told me to stop. . . but I’m really sorry. Not just for Friday or what I did to Max and Izzy, but for everything I’ve done to hurt you. I’m trying so hard to be the guy you deserve. I just want you to know that I will try harder, and I’m happy you’re giving me another chance even though I know I don’t deserve it.”

I wanted to tell him he didn’t need to apologize yet again, but I was so happy with what he was saying to me. Since day one, that’s all I ever wanted to hear, and now that he was actually showing me how he has evolved, I couldn’t be more thankful. I am so blessed to have found Harry, despite all of the baggage he carries. “You do deserve another chance.” I said quietly. Thank you for understanding why I needed space, but can we please never do that again? I don’t think I’ve ever missed someone that much.” I giggled to lighten the mood; Harry and I were back together, no need to dwell on the clouded past.

“Agreed.” He chuckled and kissed the top of my head. “Hey, Addie. . .”

“Yeah?” I frowned when his tone had changed. It made me nervous to hear him unsure of whatever he was about to say. “What is it Harry? No more secrets, right?” I pushed the hair away from his face.

“I know, it’s um. . . My dad. He wants me to come visit him next weekend.”

I exhaled a sigh of relief when I heard what he had to say. I don’t know why, but I had thought it would be something bad. “That’s great! You haven’t seen him in awhile, right? It’ll be good. . .”

“Yeah.” He agreed, still holding that blank expression on his face.

“What is it? You don’t want to go?” I guessed. Harry doesn’t really talk about his father, but he hasn’t made me believe he doesn’t like him. That’s why I’m so confused at his reaction to this. Maybe he and his dad aren’t on good terms like I was led to believe?

“No, no I do, I’m excited actually. I just, I was wondering if you wanted to come with.”

Oh. Wow. I’ve obviously met Anne, but for some reason this seemed like a big deal. His father lives hours away, and I have no idea what he’s like or what he’ll think of me.

“To London?” Was all I could manage to say.

“Yes, that’s where he lives.” He softly smiled and grabbed my hand to hold. “It’s okay if you don’t, I just thought he’d like to meet you.”

“No, I mean yes. I want to go.” I blurted out. I didn’t know if I really did, but that was mostly because I was terribly nervous. I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t go.

“Really?” He smiled.

“Yeah, I’d love to meet the father of my boyfriend.” I smiled back and tilted my head up to kiss him.
“I have to tell him, he’ll be happy.” Harry grinned like a little boy, a making my heart go crazy. Gosh, I loved this guy.


Notes

Even though it's really just a filler, I like this chapter. . . idk man I just took a lot more time on it than I usually do, so I hope y'all like it too!

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Comments

Love this Story. Have read it 3-4 times now and I still Love it. :)

Lynn Lynn
3/18/18

sorry. sometimes i can replace these names with Tessa, Hardin, Landon, etc. I really liked your style but not too original.. x

Ekaterina Ekaterina
7/4/17

Hi, can i use this story please. Its really good

who the fuck is Blaire?

dukecrazie dukecrazie
9/11/16

Amazing story.
read it all in 1 day, guess you could say l'm a little bit addicted.
can't help it, it was too good :)
xx