Guy’s not even breaking a sweat after holding me up. Meanwhile, I’m wheezing like an Asthmatic at a flower show.
My whole body trembling and jerking. The heat between my legs unbearable now as I start to whimper. Pressing my legs together and wriggling on the spot, which makes Harry very happy.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he rasps. Licking his lip and half closing his eyes, promising to taste the rest of me in the same way as he just kissed me.
“Harry… I- It’s just—” I gasp. Feeling my voice disappear and a fresh, very long, and deep groan takes its place.
Harry has one hand straight up between my legs, the other nimbly unzipping me as I lift my butt and start to buck and grind against his thick fingers.
“Oh, Jesus!” I gasp louder. Harry only becomes more aroused once he sees the effect he has on me.
His eyes are wide and wild, but the curl at the edge of his lip is a man in control. Enjoying me enjoying myself.
And I haven’t even got my pants—
“Offffuck! Haaarrry!” I shriek.
Those pants have been yanked down past my knees which he pushes open with his hands.
Groaning once he sees all of my throbbing sex laid out for him.
He’s dropped to his knees but still towers over me with his height.
My hands claw at the air, reaching for him. Wanting him all over me and deep inside me at the same time. But I think Harry’s having more fun watching me squirm.
For a while at least, until his own need starts to focus on joining mine.
Claiming me properly.
I’m trying to tell him, but like my kissing, I don’t think it’ll take a man of the world like Harry to figure it out.
I’ve never even kissed a boy my own age let alone an older guy like Harry.
And as for everything else?
Everything I know I need him to do right now. Everything I can see for myself his body is primed for…
“Harry… Harry, wait,” I finally manage to get out.
His body goes rigid instantly, but his hand gently strokes my face while the other traces circles from my inner thigh to the edge of my aching pussy.
Making it just a little hard to concentrate, but he needs to know.
“What is it?” he coos. “Cat got your tongue?” he teases me. Making me jump when those fingers brush my swollen clit, twirling the little tuft of blond I have to match the hair on my head.
I claw at his shirt front, pouting a growl before I feel my legs suddenly widen. Harry teases the opening of my quivering hole. Unable to stop himself.
And truth be told, I don’t want him to stop.
“Harry… I’ve never- I’m—” I gasp.
He leans in closer, brushing some stray hair back from my face.
“Never what?” he whispers. Making me feel like the one major hang-up I’ve had since I can remember might just be the words he wants to hear.
“Tell me,” he says calmly, even easing off the throttle which makes me growl again.
That delicious frustration of needing to finish but wanting this to last forever.