After (Larry Version)

~*Chapter 86*~

In what feels like a desperate attempt to be closer to me as we kiss, Harry moves a hand to the back of my neck. I can sense all of his anger and frustration being transferred into lust and affection—his mouth is hungry and his kisses sloppy as he walks backward with our lips still attached. He guides me with one hand on my hip and the other behind my head, but I trip over his feet and stumble just as his legs reach the end of his bed, causing both of us to fall back onto it. In an attempt to wrestle control from him, I straddle his torso and pull my sweatshirt and tank top over my head.

I remove his hands from my skin and shake my head. His head tilts in confusion before I climb down his body and unbutton his pants. He helps me tug them down to his knees along with his boxers. My fingers immediately grip his length—he gasps, and when I look at his face his eyes are closed. I pump slowly before dipping down and bravely taking him into my mouth. I try to remember his instructions from last time and repeat the things that I know he liked.

"Fook... Louis," he pants and wraps his hands into my hair. This is the longest he has been silent during any sexual experience we've shared, and I realize much to my own amusement that I missed his dirty words.
I move my body while continuing to please him and end up between his knees.
He sits up and watches me. "You look so sexy like this, with that smart mouth of yours wrapped around me," he says and grips my hair harder.
I feel the heat gathering between my legs and move my head faster, wanting to hear him moan my name again. My tongue laps around the tip of him and he lifts his hips slightly off the bed, pushing himself down my throat. My eyes begin to water and I can barely breathe, but hearing my name fall from his lips over and over again makes it that much better. Seconds later, he removes his hands from my hair and cups my face, stopping me from moving further. The metallic scent of his bloody knuckles hits my nose, but I ignore the reflex to pull away.

"I'm going to come..." he tells me. "So if there is anything else you... you know, want to do before then, you should stop blowing me."
I don't want to speak, to give away how desperate I am to have him make love to me, so I simply stand up and slide my jeans down my legs and step out of them. When I begin to remove my panties Hardin's hand reaches out and stops me.
"I want you to leave these on... for now," he coos. I nod and gulp, anticipation consuming me. "Come here." He gestures and pulls his shirt over his head. Scooting to the edge of the bed, he pulls me onto him.
Our feverish exchange in the beginning has slowed and the angry tension between us has decreased. Harry's chest is flushed and his eyes are wild. The feel feeling of sitting on his lap while he is completely naked and ready—and I am only dressed in panties—is exquisite. He presses the small of my back, the length of his one outstretched hand there holding me in place as his lips meet mine once again.
"I love you," he whispers into my mouth as his fingers move my panties to the side. "I... love you..."
I gasp at the immediate pleasure of the intrusion. He moves his fingers slowly, too slowly, and I instinctively rock back and forth to create a faster pace.
"That's it, baby... fook... You're always so ready for me," he groans and I continue to rock against his hand. My breathing and moans intensify—it still surprises me how quickly my body responds toHarry . He knows every little thing to do and say.
"You are going to listen to me from now on. Am I right?" he says against my neck, gently biting the skin.
What?"

"Tell me you will listen to me or I won't let you come."
He can't be serious. "Harry..." I plea and try to move faster, but he stops me.
"Okay... Okay... just please," I beg and he smirks. I want to slap him for doing this right now. He is using my most vulnerable time against me but I can't find my anger through my need for him. I am all too aware of his bare skin against mine, only my thin panties between us.
"Please," I repeat and he nods.
"Good baby," he says in my ear and guides my hips to move again as his fingers pump in and out.
I feel myself inching closer and closer to the edge in no time at all. Harry whispers filthy things in my ear, the foreign words urging me on in a way that I can't describe. They are completely filthy but welcome, and I grip on to his arms to keep myself from falling off the bed as I come undone under his touch.
"Open your eyes. I want to watch what only I can do to you," he instructs and I do my best to keep them open as my orgasm overtakes me.
Afterward, my head falls onto his chest and my arms wrap under his arms, hugging him tight as I try to catch my breath."