I love your writing! And you're a babe! How about girl (me) and whichever guy (Harry) in Paris for a weekend... Just a thought ;)
Anything for you, babe! xx (Thanks for always being so sweet to me!)
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Bustling through the hotel room door, you instantly dropped your luggage at your feet as you scurried over to the balcony door. Stepping out onto the small pad of concrete overlooking the city of Paris, the cool summer air instantly kissed your face. Eyes scanning every inch of the breathtaking view before you, you let out an excited breath. “Harry, you have to come look,” you called over your shoulder, “this view is incredible.” Silently, Harry shuffled out onto the small terrace, emerald eyes trained only on you. “Trust me love, I’m looking at the view right now,” he purred, voice deep and lustful in your ear as he snaked his arms seamlessly around your waist. He held your body close to his, your back pressed flush to his hips as his lips found their way to the curve of your shoulder. His long fingers brushed the hair back off your neck, lips making quick work of colliding with your porcelain skin. He took one slow, hungry breath through his nose, drinking in that sweet scent of shampoo as it mingled with your perfume. Leaving a row of tender kisses, he created a roadmap along your body, his lips setting your skin alight with desire and longing. The friction was unbearable as he rotated his pelvis against your bum. His movements were relentless, and showing no signs of surrendering as he continued his leisurely attack on your neck, biting and sucking the sensitive skin behind your ear. Reaching your hands above your head, your fingers found their way into his soft curls as an unwarranted moan of his name escaped your parted lips. “Harry…” you sighed, breathing becoming increasingly more ragged with every touch of his calloused fingertips, and every collision of his pouty pink lips. “Hmmm,” he moaned, lips never parting from any surface of your skin. His hands roamed over every curve of your body. He’d long since memorized every inch of you, knowing all the ways of pleasing you. “I thought we came to Paris for an adventure,” you managed to speak, voice coming out weaker than anticipated as he slowly led you back into the charming room. He steered you blindly toward the bed, hands guiding you to the king-sized mattress, and within seconds his toned body held you pinned beneath him, aching for more. His movements were rushed and sloppy while he worked his fingers beneath your shirt. As his lips roamed over yours, you felt him smile just before he whispered, “you’re right, babe. We should go see the city.” Just as quickly as he’d come, he was gone, moving in the direction of the door as you lay a desperate and panting mess.