Infatuated (hsau)

chapter 49.

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Oh baby, don't you know I suffer?
Oh baby, can you hear me moan?
You caught me under false pretenses
How long before you let me go?
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Harlow Dean

Well, that didn't go to plan.

I stopped moving my hips and Harry stopped kissing me, touching me and everything else so I decided to just start moving them again, for my own benefit of course. The second I did Harry let out a breathy moan against my collarbone which sent shivers down my spine.

Am I going crazy? Because there is so much sinful thoughts running through my head and I don't think I've ever had these before.

I am going crazy aren't I?

I slipped myself backwards off Harry's lap, meaning I'm now crouched down in front of him. My fingers drew a line along the top of his boxers which were peeking up from above the jeans he's wearing and Harry's face wears nothing but a look with the words 'what the fuck' written all over it.

"Harlow...get back up here and kiss me before you do something you'll regret." Harry tells me, speaking through a little moan he didn't realise I heard.

Definitely going crazy.

"I don't wanna do something you don't want me to do, Harry." I smirk back at him, continuing to tease my fingers along his waistband.

The idea of doing this to someone never really appealed to because with Owen, I didn't really have much choice. Harry makes things feel different though, he makes me feel like he cares about me and Owen never did that once. Not that I should be comparing people, but the first time Harry and I ever did something sexual he didn't care about what he got out of it. When me and Owen did things like this, it was always me who had to learn not to care about getting something out of it.

Intimacy still scares me, I won't even hide it however intimacy feels a little less scary when I'm experiencing it with somebody who seems like they're actually interested in me.

Whether he is interested or not is a different story, I hope he is.

"You know just as well as I do that I want this, I just don't want you doing anything because you feel you have to birdy." He says, lifting my head up to face him with his finger hooked under my chin.

The fact he cares really makes all the difference. Never in my life did I think I'd be asking to do this for someone but when it comes to Harry, I quite liked it when he was enjoying himself when we had sex so hopefully he'll enjoy this. Hopefully being the key word.

With a gentle nod back to him to say that I understood, unbutton his jeans and pull them down so that I'm left with just a thin layer of cotton concealing his dick. The usual pit of nerves In feeling in a sexual setting like this are yet to show up and the fact Harry's chest has started to rise and fall at a quicker pace, is definitely giving me a little confidence.

When I do pull his boxers down I wrap my fingers around him and slowly pump up and down, to which Harry brings his hand up to his mouth, placing his index finger between his teeth to bite down on the knuckle.

And when I finally wrapped my lips around his tip and was sick slightly, Harry sat up straight and let out a breathy 'jesus fucking christ' as I did so.

"You look pretty like that." He says whilst taking my hair into one of his hands at the left side of my head. "So fucking- fuck!"

Harry was interrupted by my sudden movement of bringing my head down, taking him further into my mouth while I worked my tongue on him too. When I brought my head back up and looked at Harry, he was sitting there with his mouth hung open in an 'o' shape and his brows raised.