Underneath

She leads me to the bedroom, glancing over her shoulder, eyes dancing in the low light. It's times like this I forget how young she is.

I have to admit, after that first night with her I picked up a copy of Nabokov’s novel Lolita. Maybe I was trying to temper the otherwise scalding scorn I should pour on myself. Pretend it's somehow literary and honourable? Bad Harry, very bad…he’s taken something he can never give back.

'Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul, Lo-lee-taa: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palette to tap, at three, on the teeth.’

She was Carolina on the dotted line...but in my arms she was always 'girl.'

My girl, naked under her dress. Little virgin girl at the big fancy party. Tempting, delicious...shy, until we found a release. I tried so many times leave her alone, but ended up drowning in loneliness myself. None of this is fault by the way...but I accept full blame…

Sometimes, I imagine us in court. Exhibit A your Honour. Trusting, smart and loving Carolina. Broken into pieces by bad boy Harry Styles. The press gallery twitches to this juicy titbit. Hold the front page, an exclusives coming your way!

She loves me? … Now we're in my bedroom. She pulls off her carefully chosen dress and lassos my neck with it. Playful, giggling, the way I like it. I kiss her soft lips, hot and wet between the horizon. She loves me? …

…I pull her small body in. Feel the scorch of her skin brush against me. I untangle her bra, and free her delicate breasts. An angel, warm and unendingly tempting. I smooth my hands down her rounded flanks, sense the heat underneath…she’s wet. I touch her, slick and hot. She rolls back in my arms, moaning with lust…

Ⓒ SphinxWriter13 2017

Notes

Sorry! Can't resist. Have an urge to summit the popular list! I reckon Harry deserves his final chapter. An XXX from Harrys POV coming next. x