Dirty Harry - Aiming for six
*NOT MINE, FROM TUMBLR*
It had taken less than half an hour for Harry to have the entirety of your loved ones, friends and family alike, to be eating out of the palm of both of his hands. The moment he showed up to a Sunday dinner at your mother’s house, a rare occasion where relatives and siblings and old friends had managed to show up in order to crowd themselves around each other to reminisce and get a glimpse of you and your new popstar boyfriend that you can’t shut up about, flowers in hand and dimples on show, there was not a doubt that he had won everyone over. You had hardly gotten a chance to speak to him the entire night, everyone was so taken by his charm and the sweetness of his smile and his slow way of talking as he told dorky little stories and jokes and how he shamelessly played with your cousin’s 4 year old daughter.
And of course it was clear to anyone with any of the five senses that he was beyond in love with you.
So now, several months later, it’s not a problem at all to be huddled up with Harry on the couch sharing a blanket and watching a movie with your parents in the room. You’re nestled between his legs, back against his solid chest, even sharing the occasional kiss or nuzzle and your parents think nothing of it other than teasing you for being such ‘lovebirds’. Originally your sister had been joining you with her friend, but had retired early claiming she didn’t feel well.
"You think we could duck out early too?" Harry’s voice rumbles quietly in your ear and you turn your head to blink at him in the dim light.
"Why? Are you feeling sick?" His hands are a heavy warmth on your body under the blanket, unseen by your parents as they roam from their place on your waist to your hips and settling just underneath your top.
"No…just restless." You hum and adjust a little in his lap when he glides his thumbs over your hipbones in long sweeps. Your father excuses himself to the bathroom and your mother is thoroughly engrossed in the on screen happenings, so you don’t worry too much that Harry has started peppering kisses down the back of your neck. "I can’t focus on the movie."
"Hmm…well, it won’t be on for much longer." Your eyes drift shut as he continues his slight but sensual treatment of you, plush lips drifting over your neck and jawline and hands exploring the dips and rises of your hips and lower abdomen. "What’s wrong?"
"My mind keeps going to other things." He finds a ticklish spot and exploits it, you feel his smile against your shoulder when you squirm against him.
"Like what?"
"Like how many times I made you cum last night." Your eyes pop open wide and you try to sit up but his arms tighten around you, and you choke on your breath when one agile hand slides under the waistband of the comfy pants you had thrown on earlier to come here. "It was four, wasn’t it? Or was it five?" His voice is coming in hot whispered pants against your ear, and you keep your wide eyes on your mother’s profile, watching to make sure she doesn’t suddenly turn her head to see your flushed, pained looking face. Harry’s hand is cupping your heat through your panties, and when he gives you a little squeeze you jump and bite your lip hard to keep from hopelessly moaning his name like you want to. "Hmm?"
"Five," you whisper back shakily, slumping low under the blanket and against his chest. His middle finger begins stroking a line back and forth over your slit through the cotton.
"Right, five. You were dripping down my chin by the time I stopped licking you, you know that, love?"
"H-Harry…" You grip onto the fabric of his pants tightly, squeezing his thigh as you fight the urge to spread your legs for him, buck up into his hands, shamelessly open yourself up for him to pleasure like you always do. He breathes in sharply when he pushes the thin fabric of your panties aside and feels your wetness, massages your clit through the hood of it until your foot kicks out under the blanket.
"You want me down there again, don’t you, kitten?" You nod because of course you want his mouth on you, his talented tongue reaching all the spots that make you see stars. "I wonder if we could try for six tonight-"
"Anyone want another soda? Or some peanuts? They’re fresh sea salt!" You jolt as your dad pops his head into the room from the kitchen and is staring directly at you, your vision a little blurry and your body humming from pleasure even though Harry has yanked his hand from down your pants.
"No, thanks, Dad." Harry answers for you, being able to tell you’re currently unable to form words. "Not hungry. For that, at least," he adds in a low tone, managing to casually slide the tips of his fingers into his mouth to taste you while you watch him and squeeze your thighs together.
The movie ends mercifully quickly, and Harry holds his jacket strategically in front of his groin while goodbye’s and it was nice to see you’s and come back soon’s are exchanged.
"What the hell was that about?!” you half screech as soon as you’re safely in the car. Harry chuckles as he turns onto the main road.
"Are you saying you didn’t like it?" You cross your arms.
"That’s not the point. My parents were right there, what if they’d known what was going on?” He shrugs.
"Then they would’ve known how crazy their daughter makes me." You rolls your eyes and look out the window, and both of you are silent for a few moments. "I was serious earlier though."
"About what?"
"I wanna aim for six tonight."
