Over Again
Chapter 17
Chapter seventeen
We were all on the same floor in the hotel, our rooms all adjoined; something that I was exceptionally pleased with. At the end of the hallway was mine and Harry’s room. In front of us was Louis and Eleanor’s, beside us was Liam and Danielle’s. Across from them was Zayn and Perrie’s room with Niall beside them. In conclusion, we were all very accessible to each other. After the agonizing flight however, I was not exactly in a mood that required companionship. I flopped down on the massive bed in our room, shoes and everything. L.A was hot, and my cable sweater I’d been so proud of myself for wearing now seemed extremely out of place and ridiculous. I attempted to peel it off while still remaining horizontal. Harry was leaning in the door frame and I heard him laugh. I looked up from the tangled mess that was my sweater, containing me at its centre.
“Need help, love?” he asked with a cheeky smirk. My body went limp in defeat, no longer containing the energy to continue.
“That would be nice,” I sighed. Harry continued to laugh as he approached. His hands began pulling at the hem of the sweater, tugging it upwards until it freed my head. He then turned his attention to my arms, which he soon released from the sleeves. Finally free of the sweater, he tossed it on the floor leaving me lying beside him in my bra. He snuggled closer to me, nuzzling my neck with his nose as his hands explored my exposed torso. I could feel things stirring in me, my exhaustion fading away into a pure, insatiable need. I turned my face towards him and his lips claimed mine immediately. My hands reached up to cup his face, dragging it closer to mine as his hands toyed with the waistline of my pants, his fingers slipping beneath it, slowly and infinitesimally pulling my trousers down. His lips parted with mine and began trailing across my collarbone, Goosebumps appearing under his touch. His lips continued with their sweet caresses as his hands began to pull at my pants with a stronger fervour. My body was now pinned beneath his; my hands unable to stroke his chiseled chest or pull at his trousers; my lips itching to be pressed against his. I let out a sigh, ridden with angst. Sensing my growing frustration, Harry laughed cheekily, continuing with his tantalizing endeavors.
Harry’s mouth finally reached my naval, teasing his way down. His thumb slipped under the waistline of my pants, inching it further down, more forcibly than before. In an effort to assist him in this task, I began wiggling free of my pants beneath him causing pulsating sensations to no doubt rip through his chiseled frame. I felt him shudder on top of me, a low moan escaping his pleasure-ridden lips. His eyes met mine and instantaneously his mouth captured mine in a wet, passionate kiss. I kissed him back with all of my might, my fingernails digging into his back in my futile attempts to pull his body even closer to mine. I bit down gently on his lower lip, dragging another moan from him. Unable to continue his teasing game any longer, Harry grabbed my hips, lifting them from the bed, and tore my pants from my body sending them flying across the room. I wrapped my freed legs around his waist, grinding in to him to make his need grow stronger. Another moan escaped his lips and he began removing his own pants as well. I grabbed his hands, and under my soft touch they stilled. His eyes, filled with an insatiable fire sought out mine.
“Let me,” was all I said to him. I released him from my legs that held him in a vice grip and lowered my mouth down. My tongue first traced his precious v-lines as my hands pushed down gently on his pecks, forcing him to lie down against the downy pillows. I undid his belt mainly with my teeth before inching his pants down. Once I’d gotten his pants down to around his ankles, he kicked them off leaving him lying there in only his black boxer briefs. I slid up the length of his legs, entwining our feet and resting my head at the waistline of his underwear. I met his eyes as I gripped the front of his boxers with my teeth, encouraged by the way that his eyes popped at my actions. With a newfound gleam in my eye, I began inching that final garment down, never breaking eye contact. As I finally allowed Harry to spring free, I repaid him for his earlier torments by taking extra time to finish my work. Harry reached up, grasping at the pillows as I moved my way back up, again lowering my mouth to his v-lines. His moans were un-stifled, no attempt made to conceal his ecstasy as I teased him with my mouth; the more he moaned, the more turned on I felt. Unable take any more, Harry sat up suddenly, his arms encircling me as his mouth claimed mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist as I felt his finger fiddling with the back clasp on my bra. He quickly unlatched it and threw it to the ground; his mouth promptly freed mine as he explored my breasts with his tongue. I leaned my head back, my long hair tickling the small of my back, to give him better access to my ample bosom. I let out a little gasp as I felt his mouth gently graze my nipple, arching my back in pleasure, sending it deeper into his mouth.
Just as suddenly as he’d sat up, he rolled up over, pressing me into the fluffy, down comforter. He hovered over me, his face a mask of passion, as his right hand began to remove the last piece of lace that stood between us. He slid the black fabric down past my knees and swiftly pulled it the rest of the way down, freeing me from it entirely. His right hand then travelled back up, tracing the inner contours of my leg until he reached his destination. His fingers began to dance inside me, precise and unrelenting; my body followed his rhythm, unable to remain unmoving beneath his touch. I pushed my hips upwards, forcing his fingers to explore my hidden depths. Harry raised his drenched fingers to his lips after my release, gently and articulately placing them on his tongue, a gesture far beyond intimate. He smiled down at me, lowering his face to mine to plant a soft kiss, a playful caress, on my awaiting lips.
“I love you,” he breathed the words into me. It felt like the first time I’d heard those words; gave me the kind of release one might feel after being under water for too long, aching for a breath, and the indescribable relief of when that breath finally comes. It made me realize that, although he was just as filled with passion as I was, every move, every touch, every kiss was so beyond gentle; everything he did, he did not for his own pleasure, but for mine. With a vigour and unprecedented amount of emotion, I whispered back with the unbelievable intensity mirrored in his countenance: “I love you.”
We were all on the same floor in the hotel, our rooms all adjoined; something that I was exceptionally pleased with. At the end of the hallway was mine and Harry’s room. In front of us was Louis and Eleanor’s, beside us was Liam and Danielle’s. Across from them was Zayn and Perrie’s room with Niall beside them. In conclusion, we were all very accessible to each other. After the agonizing flight however, I was not exactly in a mood that required companionship. I flopped down on the massive bed in our room, shoes and everything. L.A was hot, and my cable sweater I’d been so proud of myself for wearing now seemed extremely out of place and ridiculous. I attempted to peel it off while still remaining horizontal. Harry was leaning in the door frame and I heard him laugh. I looked up from the tangled mess that was my sweater, containing me at its centre.
“Need help, love?” he asked with a cheeky smirk. My body went limp in defeat, no longer containing the energy to continue.
“That would be nice,” I sighed. Harry continued to laugh as he approached. His hands began pulling at the hem of the sweater, tugging it upwards until it freed my head. He then turned his attention to my arms, which he soon released from the sleeves. Finally free of the sweater, he tossed it on the floor leaving me lying beside him in my bra. He snuggled closer to me, nuzzling my neck with his nose as his hands explored my exposed torso. I could feel things stirring in me, my exhaustion fading away into a pure, insatiable need. I turned my face towards him and his lips claimed mine immediately. My hands reached up to cup his face, dragging it closer to mine as his hands toyed with the waistline of my pants, his fingers slipping beneath it, slowly and infinitesimally pulling my trousers down. His lips parted with mine and began trailing across my collarbone, Goosebumps appearing under his touch. His lips continued with their sweet caresses as his hands began to pull at my pants with a stronger fervour. My body was now pinned beneath his; my hands unable to stroke his chiseled chest or pull at his trousers; my lips itching to be pressed against his. I let out a sigh, ridden with angst. Sensing my growing frustration, Harry laughed cheekily, continuing with his tantalizing endeavors.
Harry’s mouth finally reached my naval, teasing his way down. His thumb slipped under the waistline of my pants, inching it further down, more forcibly than before. In an effort to assist him in this task, I began wiggling free of my pants beneath him causing pulsating sensations to no doubt rip through his chiseled frame. I felt him shudder on top of me, a low moan escaping his pleasure-ridden lips. His eyes met mine and instantaneously his mouth captured mine in a wet, passionate kiss. I kissed him back with all of my might, my fingernails digging into his back in my futile attempts to pull his body even closer to mine. I bit down gently on his lower lip, dragging another moan from him. Unable to continue his teasing game any longer, Harry grabbed my hips, lifting them from the bed, and tore my pants from my body sending them flying across the room. I wrapped my freed legs around his waist, grinding in to him to make his need grow stronger. Another moan escaped his lips and he began removing his own pants as well. I grabbed his hands, and under my soft touch they stilled. His eyes, filled with an insatiable fire sought out mine.
“Let me,” was all I said to him. I released him from my legs that held him in a vice grip and lowered my mouth down. My tongue first traced his precious v-lines as my hands pushed down gently on his pecks, forcing him to lie down against the downy pillows. I undid his belt mainly with my teeth before inching his pants down. Once I’d gotten his pants down to around his ankles, he kicked them off leaving him lying there in only his black boxer briefs. I slid up the length of his legs, entwining our feet and resting my head at the waistline of his underwear. I met his eyes as I gripped the front of his boxers with my teeth, encouraged by the way that his eyes popped at my actions. With a newfound gleam in my eye, I began inching that final garment down, never breaking eye contact. As I finally allowed Harry to spring free, I repaid him for his earlier torments by taking extra time to finish my work. Harry reached up, grasping at the pillows as I moved my way back up, again lowering my mouth to his v-lines. His moans were un-stifled, no attempt made to conceal his ecstasy as I teased him with my mouth; the more he moaned, the more turned on I felt. Unable take any more, Harry sat up suddenly, his arms encircling me as his mouth claimed mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist as I felt his finger fiddling with the back clasp on my bra. He quickly unlatched it and threw it to the ground; his mouth promptly freed mine as he explored my breasts with his tongue. I leaned my head back, my long hair tickling the small of my back, to give him better access to my ample bosom. I let out a little gasp as I felt his mouth gently graze my nipple, arching my back in pleasure, sending it deeper into his mouth.
Just as suddenly as he’d sat up, he rolled up over, pressing me into the fluffy, down comforter. He hovered over me, his face a mask of passion, as his right hand began to remove the last piece of lace that stood between us. He slid the black fabric down past my knees and swiftly pulled it the rest of the way down, freeing me from it entirely. His right hand then travelled back up, tracing the inner contours of my leg until he reached his destination. His fingers began to dance inside me, precise and unrelenting; my body followed his rhythm, unable to remain unmoving beneath his touch. I pushed my hips upwards, forcing his fingers to explore my hidden depths. Harry raised his drenched fingers to his lips after my release, gently and articulately placing them on his tongue, a gesture far beyond intimate. He smiled down at me, lowering his face to mine to plant a soft kiss, a playful caress, on my awaiting lips.
“I love you,” he breathed the words into me. It felt like the first time I’d heard those words; gave me the kind of release one might feel after being under water for too long, aching for a breath, and the indescribable relief of when that breath finally comes. It made me realize that, although he was just as filled with passion as I was, every move, every touch, every kiss was so beyond gentle; everything he did, he did not for his own pleasure, but for mine. With a vigour and unprecedented amount of emotion, I whispered back with the unbelievable intensity mirrored in his countenance: “I love you.”
Notes
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Ah!! They're too adorable. Really, they are! And I just have this sneaking suspicion that a proposal is very near in their future. Maybe even at/ after his mom's wedding. I can't wait til the next chapter!! More please!!!
3/16/15