Insecure

Fingertips puttin' on a show*

Slow Hands - Niall Horan

"What kind of therapy?" I ask innocently as Harry pulls into his driveway.

"You'll see." He says winking before jumping out of the car and running around to my side.

"Why don't you have your own place Harry?" I question and Harry shrugs.

"I don't like living alone, my best friend lives here too along with two other mates." He says as he opens the door into the house. "Want something to drink?"

"What do you have?" I ask.

"Pepsi, beer, wine, water... Pretty much anything and everything."

"Do you have apple juice?" I ask and immediately feel stupid.

"I do actually." He says smiling before leading me up to his bedroom. Harry closes the door behind us and walks over to a small fridge next to his desk before grabbing out two bottles of apple juice as I look at him questioningly. "I love apple juice, the guys give me shit for it and I was sick of it." He says shrugging.

Harry walks across the room and settles onto his bed after kicking off his shoes. His shirt is still left unbuttoned, begging for me to just rip it off and explore his supple inked skin. "Come on." He says as he holds out his arms, I go to sit next to him but he pulls me into his lap and trails his fingers down my legs before unbuckling my heels and sliding them off. "He didn't touch you did he?" Harry asks referring back to creepy Sterling.

"No, I was just very uncomfortable. Thank you for saving me even though you scared the shit out of me with the brother thing." I retort and he huffs.

"Yea sorry about that, I just wanted to get to you.." He says softly.

"I'm only complaining because you're torturing me with this." I reply as I turn towards him straddling him and run my hands down his bare chest while biting my lip.

"Oh you like that huh?" He teases as his grasps my hips softly.

"I'd like it a whole lot better on the floor." I whisper as I slide his shirt off and toss it to the ground. My fingertips trace the black inkings scattered across his physique as I lick my lips.

Harry grips my hips firmly and crashes his lips against mine. My fingers tangle in his hair earning a throaty grunt as I feel him harden underneath me. He swallows my moan as my core brushes against his arousal. "Fuck Sara." He whispers before reattaching our lips.

I've never wanted anyone as badly as I want him right now, I want to feel all of him. Inside me, on top of me, underneath me, against me, between me.

The whole shebang.

I'll be the she he bangs.

Harry takes control, flipping us so I'm on my back and he's leaning between my legs. His hand trails from my hip down my ass to the back of my thigh, Harry's fingertips dance up under my skirt and I throw my head back as he attaches his lips to my throat.

"I want to give you something." He whispers and looks up at me as I look down.

"You don't have to get me anything Harry." I reply with an assuring smile.

"It's not really "a thing" per-say, more like a feeling." He says biting his lips as his fingertips trail to my clothed core.

"You can do whatever you want?" I whisper.

"What about what you want?" He asks and my mind is blown.

Could he and Michael be any more different?

"I want you." I state simply. "I don't care about your money or your cars, I just want you.... And that motorcycle." I add smirking.

"You got it baby." He whispers before reconnecting our lips. His fingertips trace my folds over my panties as my head becomes hazy with want.

"Please Harry." I plead weekly against his lips, Harry smirks against mine as he pushes my panties aside exposing my now soaken core.

"So fucking wet." He whispers as he runs his finger up my slit. I cry out as he slides his ring clad finger into my core before circling my sensitive bud. "Am I the first one to touch you like this?" He asks, his voice deep with lust.

I knew what he meant, yes I've never been touched so lovingly.

So passionately.

Michael was raw and unbridled, it felt good when we were together but never brought me to my undoing. Harry has me to that point already and he's barely touched me.

"Yes." I whisper, Harry adds a second finger and slides them into me rhythmically as he reattaches our lips.He swallows my moans as he massages my clit with his thumb, I arch my back in pleasure as I cry out and he takes the opportunity to attach his lips to my neck.

My left hand tangles in his hair while the other grips his pleasure causing arm, I feel his muscles ripple under my fingers with every sinful movement. I can feel my end growing nearer and nearer as Harry detaches his lips from me and gazes down on me. "Come undone for me baby." He whispers.

"Oh my fuck.... Harry!" I cry out as the wave of pressure comes crashing down and I feel a slight gushing sensation. My eyes widen as Harry looks down at my now ruined panties and his eyes grow dark.

"Holy shit." He mumbles before kissing me with even more passion then ever as he tugs at my skirt pulling it from my body. "That was so fucking hot." He says, breaking our kiss and leaning his forehead against me.

"What was? I ask innocently.

"You're a squirter love." He smirks before kissing me again, my hands run down the soft skin of his chest to his belt . I quickly undo it and start tugging his pants down when a car horn sounds from outside.

"Shit what time is it?" I ask.

"3:10, fuck that's Emily huh?" Harry asks, his voice still dripping with want and now disappointment.

"Yea it is."