Sinner's Place {h.s}

twenty-four.

It really felt like we couldn't get back to the apartment's quick enough. The minute that Harry had put up the picnic basket into the backseat, he had me pinned against the car while his large hand wrapped itself around my neck to tip my head back before smashing his lips against mine.

I told myself I would take it slow, and god, I've let myself down again. But if this is what letting yourself down feels like, I wanna feel this over and over again. Our lips clashed messily against each other as my hands went to his hips to pull him to me.

"My bella, my bella Anna," He rasped into my ear hotly as his lips messily kissed the shell of my ear as his fingers slowly traced up and down my neck. His Italian was good, but not better than mine. He had the accent down beautifully though, I would give him that.

We had ripped apart from each other long enough to at least get inside of the car, but the moment we had gotten into the car we couldn't stop touching each other again. This reminded me of teenage angst movies and I was falling in love with the feeling of it. It was something that I had never got to feel when I was a teenager, and I thought I would never get a taste of it.

But there I was, feeling it. Every second of it.

It was beautiful and freeing.

Harry roared the car to life with his keys as he looked over at me with his swollen red lips as he smirked, "Just wait till we get home," He told me as he threw the car into reverse to turn the car around.

"Making me wait? This feels all too familiar," I teased him with a smile as I looked out the window to watch us speed down the steep hill. I heard him lightly chuckle before I felt his hand reach other to my leg.

I couldn't help but look down to see his fingers digging into my skin and when I looked up at him, he had his eyes on the road as if his digits weren't slowly crawling up my thigh to my core. I praised myself for the first time in a while for having the great idea of wearing a black dress as I let my legs fall apart.

"Eager, are we? Tell me, Anna," He glanced over towards me, then looked down at his ring cladded fingers, "Tell me how you want me to touch you. I want to hear it come from your lips."

I let out a huff, the feeling of embarrassment coming over me. Talking like this was never my thing, really. I took a shot in the dark the first time we had sex, but I never really talked dirty. He must've known, it was written all over my face.

"What do you mean? I--" I gulped down, shaking my head, "I want...you to rub me."

"Where?" He immediately shot back at me. His fingers started disappear from under my dress, making my breath hitch as I felt his fingers start to prod at my sopping panties. It was embarrassing how wet I was already.

"My...clit?" I whispered out shyly. Again, I really felt stupid talking like this. I couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh as I looked away from him. My cheeks felt like they were on fire as I tried to breathe through the awkward situation.