Infatuated (hsau)

chapter 71.

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She says "oxygen's overrated
I don't even need to breathe"
She's got a tank full of highs and a mind that never sleeps
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Harlow Dean

Driving back home with Harry felt like a scene from a movie. The scene where the two love interests finally confess their love and then become untouchable, because right now I feel like Harry and I are untouchable.

He had his hand on my thigh, fiddling with the ring he got me that matches his one. I love it so much, it's one of the best gifts anyone has ever gotten me.

Although the second we turned onto the road leading to my house, Harry edged his hand up higher on my bare thigh, and he knew exactly what he was doing. That smirk he gave me had me clenching my thighs together but of course Harry pulled them back apart with that smirk.

Surprisingly I actually made it home in one piece, and also with plenty of time before I need to shower and start getting ready for tonight. So the second that door shut and we both kicked off our shoes, I turned around and latched my lips onto his.

Harry returned the kiss with the same level of desperation and slowly we stumbled back until my back hit the kitchen counter. That's when Harry instructed me to jump up, so I did and he deepened the kiss the second I sat on the countertop.

His hands roam down my back and bunch my dress up around my hips as my hands thread through his hair and tug on the roots. The moans falling into eachothers mouths are heavenly and the feeling of our tongues overlapping feels like I've never kissed a man in my life before.

He moves his hips forward which lets me feel just how hard he is and both of us groan at that much needed friction between us. His lips started trailing down my neck, sucking gently on the sweet stop below my jaw and I tugged harder on the roots of his hair.

Using his hands he grabbed me by the hips and pulled my closer against him and his strained bulge which caused us to choke out another louder moan. He then hooks my legs around his waist and lifts his head to place a kiss on my lips.

"Fuck, I love you." His voice is so full of lust, yet the words he just spoke were so sweet and pure.

Before I was even given the opportunity to respond Harry picked me up off the counter and carried me over to the living room couch where he placed me down. Harry kicked his jeans off and then crouched back down in his boxers, bunching my dress back up around my waist as he leaned in to kiss me so passionately once again.

"I love you too," I mumbled against his lips, which caused him to pull back and smile so innocently.

His hands hooked into the waistline of my underwear and with that seductive smirk of his he pulled them down my legs, lifting up my legs as he did so and delicately kissing my knee in the process before placing them either side of where he's knelt down.

Usually I'd feel so nervous like this, fully exposed in broad daylight but Harry has made me feel like I don't have to be nervous in front of him. He makes me feel so comfortable and I've never felt like that with a man before.

"Are you okay?" He asks me as I pull the scarf I had tied round my head off, "we can go upstairs and turn the blinds if it makes-"

"I'm okay, promise." I interrupt reassuringly.

Harry nods, leaning forward to passionately press out mouths together and then press his fingers against my most sensitive part, causing me to choke out a breathy moan into Harry's mouth.

He pulled back, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth and then leaning forward again, only this time leaving a trail of kisses down my stomach. He reaches my pubic bone as his eyes gloss over with darkness and lust before teasingly running a finger through my folds.