1D Sexual Frustrations

Harry : wake up kitten

I wake up to the feel of Harry just lightly brushing my hair out of my eyes and off my forehead before he softly kiss it making me nuzzle just a little closer to him and sleepily mumble good morning, barely bothering to open my eyes. My head against his chest with our legs all tangled together, I can feel his heart beat beneath my cheek. Harry’s fingers stroke my hair, and then glide across my cheek before sliding down to my neck. 

I’m awake now, but still very much in that dozing, content, malleable phase of being awake. Where I could be wide awake if I needed to but where I’m content to still let sleep hold me and not fight against anything. Harry’s hand continues to slide over me, over my shoulder, down my arm until it finds the bottom of my T-shirt. Once again Harry softly kisses my forehead and my eyes flutter open to look up at him. My head tilts back to see him and gently his lips find mine. I smile against Harry’s kiss and it deepens, slowly feeding the heat between us. His hand slides up my back, skin against skin. His touch was light, just exploring, caressing. The light grey cotton of my T-shirt rides up as his hand explores, coming around my rib cage to rest just beneath my breasts. Harry nudges me onto my back and frees his other arm from beneath me, where it had been holding me all night. 

The duvet falls away slightly as he props himself up slightly, looking down at me. My T-shirt still just covering my breasts, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide my hardening nipples. Harry’s thumb traces across the underside of my left breast; I softly bite my bottom lip as I look up into his eyes. My heart beating faster as both of his hands go to my sides, pushing my top up over my breasts, not taking it off, just leaving it bunched up and I exposed. Harry softly cupped each breast, gently squeezing, stroking, taking. Making me moan softly as he catches each nipple between his fingers, pinching, not hard enough to hurt, enough to be noticed. My back arches off the bed slightly, my breath catching in my throat. 

"Please…" I whimper, wanting more.

Then the duvet is gone completely as Harry moves himself over me. His hands either side of me, effectively pinning my own arms to my sides as he lowers his face to mine and kisses me once again, hard and deep. He brings his lips to my ear, his breath caressing the side of my neck, making my skin erupt into Goosebumps. 

"Please what, kitten?" Harry whispers. 

"Please Sir…" I moan. “Please, I need you…" I struggle to verbalise just what I need as his teeth graze against the skin of my neck. 

Harry lowers his body pressing down into mine, letting me feel his hardness, knowing he wanted me as badly as I wanted him. For a second I’m distracted by the thought of just how wet I must be making my pyjama bottoms, but Harry pulls me back to him with another bite, this time on my shoulder. I groan loudly as his teeth sink into my soft skin, hard enough this time to make me gasp, and when he pulls away the indents of his teeth remain, marking my flesh.

"What are you thinking?" Harry asks, always able to read me. 

"I’m ruining another pair of pyjamas." I answer with a giggle. “In going to run out of clean ones soon." 

"You could always just sleep naked. Then I could have this body whenever, without anything in my way." 

Harry’s knees presses down between mine, pushing my legs apart. I take the hint, and spread myself wide for him, my pyjama bottoms offering no resistance. Harry’s hand moves from its position at my side and comes to rest between my thighs, his fingertips teasingly close. I feel as though I would explode at the slightest of touches. 

"Tell me what you want, my little kitten." 

"You, Sir. Only you." 

Harry’s fingers brush across the crotch of my pyjamas and a slight smile plays at the corner of his lips. 

"You’re right." he says. “You’ve soaked your pyjamas already." 

I moan softly, Harry’s words adding to the flood. His fingers press a little harder, sinking into the folds of my pussy through the thin bottoms. I cry out as he press against my clit. Already so close before you’ve barely started. I squirm beneath him. 

"Please… Please." I moan. 

"Tell me what you need, my kitten." 

Harry’s finger pressing against my entrance, just the very tip pushing inside me, still taking the fabric with it. 

"Please Sir." I gasp. “Please, I need you inside me." he pushes his fingers deeper. 

"I am inside you." 

"No. No…" I shake my head frantically from side to side. “More… Please Sir." My fingers claw at the sheet beneath me. “Please, please fuck me." 

His hand leaves my pussy, leaving the soaked fabric still clinging to me. Making me moan with frustration, with an edge of despair. But he doesn’t leave me waiting long; soon the pyjama bottoms are gone, leaving me completely exposed to him. My top still bunched up above my breasts. Spread wide and wanting beneath his gaze, beneath his hands. He sits back, positioned between my legs. He reaches down and takes my hands, placing one over my breasts and the other between my legs. 

"Show me." he says. “Show me what you want. Show me what you will give to me. What I can have anytime I want. Show me what you want." 

Propped up on the pillows I can still watch him while he watches me. His hand wrapped around his hard cock, making me wish I had him in my hand… Or my mouth. Slowly I start to play, my right hand caressing and exploring my breasts while my left strokes through the wetness of my pussy, circling my clit with small fast circles. I’m so wet for him; he can hear it with every movement. He watches silently for a moment as my fingers grasp a rock hard nipple and squeeze, pinching the sensitive nub until I gasp with sweet pain. My other hand still circling around my clit. 

"You know I would do more than just tease you, my kitty." Harry says, his voice edged with need. “You can do better." 

My fingertips sink into the soft mass of my breast as I slide two fingers deep into my soaking pussy with a loud moan. Watching him stroke his cock I fuck my fingers in and out of myself. Imagining it was his, imagining him taking his girl, rather than sitting there using his hand. 

"Better." He almost growl. “But you know I’d slap those breasts." I don’t hesitate, my hand lifting from my chest before slapping back down. 

"Thank you, Sir!" I gasp between moans. 

"Mmmm… Good girl." 

"Please Sir…" I pant and moan. “Please… Please let me cum for you?"

I can see in his face how he is getting close, his hands stroking up and down the length of his hardness. He kept me waiting; he makes it build and build. I know I can’t stop, I have to keep going but I can’t let go without permission. 

Finally Harry’s eyes lock onto mine, 

"Cum for me, my girl." he groan as he gives into your own release.

By Zahra

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