espionage [h.s.]

TWENTY NINE

mature content

ROCHELLE

I reciprocate the kiss immediately, already utterly captivated by his lips and the feeling of his mouth moving against mine. Our tongues tangle together amidst our matching racing breaths, the tension between us and the desperation leaking into the kiss causing my skin to grow hot, the temperature in the room rising significantly. His large, warm hands smooth down my shirt to my waist, gently squeezing my hips before he pulls me onto his lap, my knees sinking into the plush leather as they straddle each side of his waist.

His arms circle around my body, pulling me tighter against his chest as he kisses me deeply and passionately, so much hunger and desperation spilling between our lips that it only takes a few moments for me to become breathless. My fingers glide through his soft, brown hair, tugging and pulling on the strands, his low groans providing me with enough evidence that he likes it.

A soundless gasp falls from my lips when he rips his mouth from mine and places kisses down my neck instead, teeth biting, sucking, licking. My body arches further into his, the throbbing between my legs growing more intense with every passing second, the fact that I can feel the bulge growing in his sweatpants not helping much either. His lips brush against my jaw, his slight stubble scratching my heated, rosy cheeks before his lips are back on mine, delving his tongue even deeper into my mouth.

My palms slide down his chest, smoothing over his toned abs before I tug at the hem of his shirt, our lips separating for a few seconds as we both pull the material over his head. My shirt is the next to go, Harry's quick fingers ripping it off me and carelessly tossing it across the living room, clearly having no need for it anymore. His mouth returns to my neck, leaving hot, open mouthed kisses against the warm flesh, although I stop his movements by grabbing hold of his jaw and guiding his lips back to press against my own. Both my hands remain clasped on his face as we continue our fervent kiss, his hands continuing to roam across my hips and my ass, occasionally squeezing the flesh between his palms, causing me to moan softly into his mouth. It's a sound he obviously likes, which is exactly why I begin to slowly grind my hips against his, immediately having him groaning in response.

His hands take hold of my hips, using his grip on them to move me against him at a faster pace, our bodies soon falling into rhythm with one another. It doesn't take long for the movements to cause both of us to become hot and bothered, not to mention extremely turned on, evident in our heavy breathing and soft moans of pleasure. Between our hungry and sloppy kisses, Harry continues to move my core against the now rock-hard bulge in his sweatpants, my mouth dropping open at the feeling and my hand desperately clutching a handful of hair at the nape of his neck.

Blinded by pleasure and my uncontrollable desire to feel even more of it, I begin to pull down the gym leggings I'm wearing, desperately tugging my underwear down along with them. Harry smirks against my lips as he notices my actions, clicking his tongue at me in disapproval before lowly murmuring against my lips, "I think that's my job, angel."

I choose to ignore his comment, rolling my eyes in impatience before suddenly grabbing his hand and guiding it below the band of my underwear, a gasp escaping me the second he makes contact with my aching core. My stomach tightens when he slowly swipes his finger along my centre to collect some of my arousal on the pad of his finger, letting out a deep groan in response.

"Fuck, you're already soaked," he rasps, clearly turned on by how deep his voice has become. He turns his head to the side, his hot breath fanning over my face as he slowly runs his nose up my left cheek. "So wet. All because of me, hmm, baby?"