Infatuation
C O I T I O N
They’d become a stumbling mess of kisses and giggles, as they drunkenly struggled to take each other’s clothes of. Harry desperately pulled at her top, while she had a fight with the buttons of his shirt. Once the unwanted fabric was off, Joselyn forcefully pushed Harry on the bed and straddled him, kissing him passionately and touching every inch of him she could reach. Harry kissed her back eagerly, his tongue touching unexplored places in her mouth, drawing quiet moans from her. His hands roamed all over her body, lingering on the meatier bits, like her covered breasts and skirted bottom.
When his hand met her heated center for the first time, she moaned loudly and squirmed at his touch. Her underwear was soaked, making Harry want to taste her more than ever. He kept touching here there, finding the source of her most intense pleasure and focusing on it. He had her losing control now, her legs shaking a little and her grip on his hair weakening. When he stopped, she complained, but he shut her up with a kiss and proceeded to get rid of her last pieces of clothing. She helped him eagerly, desperate to have him touch her again. He didn’t, though. He pushed her off him and hovered over her, kissing her on the lips and trailing wet kisses all the way down her body, slowly, enjoying every second of it, every reaction.
“Harry… oh my god…”
He was completely lost in her as soon as his lips reached his most desired place. Expertly, he used his tongue to bring her the most wonderful of pleasures. Her excitement aroused him more than anything before, her taste and scent so good they dulled his senses. He just wanted to keep tasting her, smelling her, hearing her pleasured sounds as she came over and over in his mouth. He felt like his member would explode any minute.
After getting enough of her, for today, he crawled back up to meet her lips once more. She tasted herself in his mouth, which unbelievably turned her on even more. She began to grab at his pants, trying to pull them down as quickly as possible. She wanted to feel him, and she wanted it now. When the last barrier between them was gone, he positioned himself, ready to dive into the most precious treasure he’d ever found. However, she wasn’t having it. She wanted to return the favor.
“Please let me taste you first, Harry,” she pleaded, almost inaudibly as her voice had become tired from the loud noises it had produced only a few minutes ago. He understood, though, and lay on the bed next to her, a playful smile on his lips. Like he did to her, she teased him first by tortuously biting and licking her way down his body, admiring every tattoo, every muscle that covered his gorgeous figure.
Finally making it to where she wanted to be, she took a minute to admire his magnificent length. She then licked him, with the same agonizing slowness, making him groan and fumble, his hips lifting involuntarily from the bed. It was a glorious sight. After a while of enjoying this, she put his tip in her mouth, and circled it with her tongue a few times, before taking him in as deep as he would go. His moan took over her senses and drove her to go deeper, faster. She was so turned on she had to touch herself, which produced moans to come out as vibrations through her throat, which gave him even more pleasure. She could tell he was close by the way his member had started twitching, so she stopped her ministrations, only to straddle him and take him deep inside her core.
Neither of them moved. It was indescribable, the feeling of being connected this way. They were both flushed, looking at each other, probably thinking the same thing; they would never get enough of each other.
Joselyn lowered down to kiss Harry. And as they kissed, she began to move, slowly, adoringly, until the need took over and her body acted on its own, moving faster and moaning louder every time she sheathed him. He grabbed at her hips and rose his to meet hers, making each thrust even deeper. He admired her body, how beautiful her curves were. How unbelievably perfect she looked on top of him, moaning his name.
He flipped them over, taking control, and went for it eagerly, hard. He could barely hold it anymore, the feeling of her being too intense to not explode. “Come for me, dear, please,” he pleaded, not wanting to release before she did. He could feel she was close, her walls had tightened around him, her moans had become even louder, her hold on his back a little painful.
“Oh fuck,” she exclaimed as she reached her high again, the pleasure crashing over her strongly wave after wave. She couldn’t control her body, it was too strong. It was perfect. Her entire being shook with a pleasure she never thought existed.
Harry couldn’t hold it any longer, so he let go, and cursed and cried her name as he came inside her. The feelings were so intense, he was in bliss. He’d never felt something like this before. He couldn’t bring himself to separate from her body.
“Holy shit,” were Joselyn’s first words after she finally caught her breath.
“I know,” he replied simply. He rolled off her and pulled her to his chest after he’d accommodated himself comfortably beside her. There were no words to express what had just happened between them, so neither of them said anything. They just let sleep slowly take them away.
It was still dark outside when she woke up, she couldn’t have slept more than 2 hours. To her surprise, Harry was already awake and lovingly running his fingers through her hair. She didn’t know what to think about the events that occurred a few hours ago, but right now, she wouldn’t care about it.
“Hey,” she greeted, smiling.
“Hey yourself,” he smirked. He was twirling her hair around his fingers, and sometimes paused to touch her face softly. She smiled or blushed every time he did so.
“What time is it?” She asked after a little while.
“6:03.”
“Crap!” She got up hurriedly and started putting on her clothes. “My grandma’s gonna kill me if she wakes up and I’m not there.”
“What time does she usually wake up?” He wondered, as he got up to help her find her last piece of clothing.
“6:00 a.m. I’m so screwed.” Harry threw her the top she had lost, she quickly put it on and rushed to the door.
“Will I see you later?” He asked, hopeful, as he ran to the door behind her, stopping at the threshold.
“Obviously!” She yelled from the end of the hallway.
He waited for her in his room for what felt like forever. He kept checking his phone, to see if she’d messaged him, but she hadn’t, so he decided to message her himself. After ordering room service, only able to pick out a few things form the menu that were included with his hotel fee, he opened WhatsApp, taking advantage of the free WiFi since the roaming was ridiculously expensive, and contacted his new favorite person.
Hey, hope you’re having a wondrous day. Miss you.
He didn’t receive a reply. Later, at night, around the time they met before, he sent her another message. He was starting to worry that last night’s events had ruined what they had.
Hope everything’s alright, darling.
Fortunately, this time she did reply. However, the news weren’t happy ones.
Hey, sorry, I can’t go tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow, have a good night. x
Things were definitely not alright.
