Pure Seduction

Imagine it’s somewhere right before sunset for you, but when Harry’s face comes into view on the pixelated webcam image, it’s masked in shadow. It’s the middle of the night where he is, and he’d sent you a text asking if you were available for a skype call. You were pretty sure what he wanted to skype with you for, so you let your slouchy shirt hang off your shoulder and reveal a peek of your lace bra when you signed on, and didn’t bother putting on any pants.
He’s clearly tired, his eyes a little sunken and dark, hair messy, but he looks beautiful as always, and very happy to see your face. He waves at you and you smile at him, and you don’t miss the way his eyes roam over the screen and take in what you’re wearing, or lack thereof.
"You look so good, baby," he all but rasps, his voice full of lust and longing to be home with you. You give him a sweet but enticing smile.
"Thank you. So do you." He’s not wearing a shirt, and when he leans back, the cross on his necklace rests on his bare, smooth skin just between the sparrows. "Did you want anything in particular?" Harry’s fingers play with that necklace, his lip tucking between his teeth.
"Yeah. I miss you. I want you." He lets his lip slide from between his teeth, shiny and full. "Let me see more of you, babe." You happily oblige his request, pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it away, looking at him as he takes in a deep breath and lets one hand settle over his groin. "Take off the bra too." Again you do as asked, cupping your breasts and pushing them up and together, the way he does when he’s with you. You hear his sigh, see his arm move as he palms himself, and you rub your thighs together in need.
"Harry…" you whisper, thumbs stroking over your nipples. It’s amazing how worked up he can get you when you’ve barely done anything.
"I know, love. I want you so bad, God…" As you continue to massage your breasts for him, he tugs on his sweats and pulls his cock out until it rests in his hand, hard and flushed dark pink and leaking from the tip. Your mouth all but waters at the sight of it, missing it in your hands and buried inside you, the taste of it on your tongue. You tell him that, how good you’d be to his cock if he was there with you, and despite your hunger for him, it gives you a swell of power when Harry begins to lose himself in your words and his own hand.
"I wish you were here to fuck me, Harry." You watch his hand slide down and back up, giving a little twist at the head. "I wish you could fill me up." Harry moans your name, his eyes dark and heavy lidded, fixed on the sight of your hand sliding down into your thin panties to feel yourself.
"Are you wet?" His voice is so deep it makes you clench. "Tell me how you feel, baby."
"I’m so fucking wet," you gasp, massaging your clit at the same maddening pace that Harry is stroking himself with. "I’m so ready for you, baby, fuck…" You lean your head back for a moment and hear him panting through the speakers.
"Wish I was there. I’d eat you out ‘til you forgot your name, you know I would, right kitten?" You nod, moaning your agreement, your back arching at the memory of how good his tongue feels between your legs. “Take those off,” he orders suddenly, and you open your eyes to see him dragging his palm up the length of his cock. “Take ‘em off so I can see your pretty pussy.” You wiggle out of your panties, taking a moment to adjust the camera and yourself so he can get a good view when you spread your legs, and you know you’ve got the right angle when Harry lets out a groan that you feel in your clit. “God damn it, you’re so wet.”
He’s pumping himself hard now, his hips rising into his hand. You go back to your clit, rubbing and circling it until your hips are bucking off of your computer chair.
"I wanna see you cum, baby," you tell him, moaning as you slide two fingers inside yourself.
"Need you to cum first," he grunts, and his eyes follow your movement when you remove your fingers from yourself and suck them into your mouth. Harry’s hips twitch, and you know he’s close. You reach back down and spread your lips open so he can see you, your swollen clit, how wet you are for him, and he lets out a pleading moan. "Fuck, look at you, so fucking wet. All pink and open for me…"
Unable to take it anymore, you return your fingers to yourself, sliding them in and hooking them in the same way that he does so expertly when he’s here. It’s a poor substitute, but your thighs begin to tremble anyway, and when you reach your other hand down to join its partner, rubbing your clit in slippery circles, you cry out his name. Harry’s pace has slowed considerably in an attempt to wait for you, stroking himself once every few seconds, and when your breath starts to gasp out of you and your body begins to convulse, he goes back to fucking himself into his hand with fervor.
You cum hard and fast, like a tidal wave breaking over you, and as you moan and shudder and coat your fingers with the gush of your own juices you manage to keep your eyes open enough to watch Harry’s cock throb in his hand and spurt white ribbons of cum onto his belly and chest. When both of you have collapsed against your respective backrests, panting and grinning at each other, the insides of your thighs are sticky and Harry’s torso is striped with cum. He cleans himself off with tissues that he grabs off camera, breathing in a deep sigh and looking at you fondly.
"Thank you. I love you."
"You’re welcome and thank you. I love you more.” Harry shakes his head at your claim, interrupted by a huge yawn. You laugh. “You should go to bed, babe.” He nods sleepily, gives you a kiss through the screen, and promises to call as soon as he can. You blow him a kiss right back that he catches and holds to his heart, and with that cheesy gesture the two of you end the call, separated but sated for the time being.

Notes

SYN ROZE

Did you all like the short jock fic i posted a few chapers back??

COME ONE GIVE ME SOME FEEDBACK, NOT JUST REQUESTS PEOPLE

Seriously considering a haitus
Xx Bye Fam :)*