“Fuck, ya smell s’good,” I murmur against her neck and open my mouth to suck on the spot behind her ear. I’ve got her pinned high on the wall in the foyer of our hotel room. Her arms and legs are wrapped around me and her dress pushed to her waist. I can’t help myself, I pull the top of her dress down and one of her tits is hanging out…she looks fucking delicious. I hoist her up higher so I can free a hand, “I can smell ma cunt.” She gasps in mock shock…she pretends to be scandalized by my dirty talk, but I know that she just got wetter from my words. “Don’ pretend ta be shocked, Jezebel, ya ‘no ‘s only somethin’ I can recognize…’s somethin’ only a lover knows,” I whisper in her ear as I run my fingers down her panty covered pussy. “Panties are wet, baby…saw ya dancin’ tanigh’ in this…thin’ tha’s sup’osed ta be a dress, made it really hard fo’ me ta work tanigh’ bu’ ya ‘new tha’ dinna ya? Las’ nigh’ an ‘m tryna do a good job an’ ya teasin’ me…ya ‘no how bad it is when I ge’ hard on stage…” I slip my finger in the side of her panties and just go for it, two fingers in all the way to my palm.
She gasps and swallows a gulp of air when I push them in, but she squirms her hips and opens her legs that much more when I curl them. She moans, “Mmm, Harrryy….”
I fuckin’ love that noise. I fight to get deeper, goddamn panties in the way.
“Take them off,” she says barely able to catch her breath as she kisses my neck.
I love the feel of her soft lips on my sweet spot, makes my dick hard and my balls draw up. I pull my fingers out only long enough to fist the wet cotton and lace. Riiiippp; I need them off and this is the fastest way to get her bare.
“Harry!” She shrieks softly.
It’s like she thinks that’s a warning…as if I give two fucks about those panties, I’ll buy a million more if I need to, I need access and I need it now.
“I love you so much, d-d-didn’t mean to distract you,” she stutters as I push my fingers back in, “You started it!” she says panting. “You looked at me when you put your hand on your throat during Keep Driving and you know what that does to me.”
She’s right, I DO know what it does to her. I know that a million memories of my hand on her throat come to mind. I know she just likes the feel, no pressure, just the feel, especially when she’s about to cum for me. I know it grounds her, reminds her I’m here and I won’t let anything happen to her. That I’ve got her. She’s the most vulnerable when she cums for me and I get all her orgasms…all of them…they’re mine. Selfish bastard, I know, but I get that part of her…and I don’t share. She’s groaning at the feel of my fingers inside her. She’s so warm and wet, her pussy’s so soft and slick, she’s already contracting around my fingers. She’s losing control and I’m doing it to her. I open my mouth to devour hers, I want to taste her breath as she cums and I’m gonna make her cum. “Baby…,” I say pulling back and resting my forehead on hers. She’s not with me, so lost in passion…gotta get her back with me. “Lily…babe, gotta cum fo’ me, then ‘m gonna fuck ya righ’ ‘ere against this wall…’s gonna be fas’ an’ ‘ard, promise ‘ll take ya slow an’ easy later, jus’ stay ‘ere wi’ me, yeah? Wha’s ya safeword?”
“R-r-rainbow,” she says opening her doe eyes to look at me. I curl my fingers a little sharper to show her how proud I am of her.
“Good girl. Ya’ok?”
“Mm-hmm,” she nods with her mouth open. She’s begging for my kiss and I’m a fucking menace enough to make her beg for it. I pull back with my mouth open, and she does just what I want, she chases my movement. But she gives as good as she takes, because when I finally go in for a taste, she pulls back. Her bum and hips are pressed against the wall…two fingers deep inside her. With my other hand I reach up and caress her neck, holding her steady so I can get her mouth. I dart my tongue to the roof of her mouth. It’s so sensitive and she closes and sucks my tongue in. My cock swells and I feel the blood rush making me harder. Pulling back I look into her beautiful green eyes, they’re watery and I know she’s barely hanging on. “Let go, baby, jus’ let it go…” I encourage. I see it in her eyes before I feel it on my fingers. Her head hits back against the wall as the contractions hit her strong, her g-spot ripples and her cum leaks around my knuckles. Haven’t had time to even take my rings off…goddamn, I love having her honey on them. It’s all too much, I can’t be bothered to wait for her to finish. I pull my fingers from her so I can get my cock out and she whines in protest. “Sorry, love, need ta be inside…stay wi’ me, yeah? Stay wi’ me.” She can’t help it, she has to look down. Propped against the wall, legs tight around my waist, barely upright and she still needs to look. “Can ya see?” I ask her with a smug grin.
She nods with a shy smile like a kid caught looking at a dirty magazine for the first time. “’S fuckin’ sexy, hmm? Watch this,” I say and push my thumb on the head of my cock as I run it down her clit to her hole. One slight buck of my hips and I’m pushing in.
Her eyes flutter as she takes it in and she swallows hard.
Fucking her is like a new experience every goddamn time. Once I’m balls deep, she looks up and tightens her arms around me, kissing and sucking on my lips. Fuck, I love when she sucks on my lips. I groan as she tightens on me and I begin to grind my hips. Back and forth, slow, deep. She’s with me all the way, for every grind of my hips she pushes down and clamps down on my dick. “Feel s’ good, Jezebel…perfect fo’ me,” I say kissing her chin. I’m tryna keep my wits about me, but I want her…I’ll chase her orgasm with her. I’m dying to fuck her harder.
“Harder,” she says as if she read my mind. She’s so good for me. I pick up the pace and fuck up into her over and over, harder and harder. She’s whining and crying out…she’s so close and I am too.
“’m close baby, touch ya clit fo’ me,” I whisper against her lips as she slides her hand down my shoulder, my chest, through the nest of my pubes until she reaches her little pearl. She circles it and I feel her body shudder…it’s uncontrolled the way her body shatters for me.
“Cumming…Cumming… Awwww, fuck, Lily…I’m cumming,” I cry out the sound of my voice strained as my cock spurts cum in her wet, warm cunt.
“Ahhh, Hahhh, Ahhh, Hahh,” she cries out with each spasm. She orgasms on my cock hard, the pressure almost painful. I rest my head on her shoulder and try to control my breathing.
She’s completely lax and pulsing occasionally from aftershocks.
“Lemme get us ta the bed, angel. God, I love ya s’much. I. Love. You.” I say panting and trying to catch my breath and flex my biceps so I can carry her to the bedroom.
I manage to get her to the bed, where I ingloriously drop down with her. My cock accidentally slips out and she squeezes her arms and legs harder around me.
“Here, baby, lemme get this dress off,” I say as I pull the dress over her head. She’s totally fucked out. The look of bliss is beautiful on her face. She’s glowing…I did that to her. Me, my body. “Fucked ya good, hmm?” I say with my signature smirk.
“It’s not polite to brag,” she says returning my smile, “but yeah, you did.”
I chuckle as she giggles and then shivers. She’s cold. She’s always so cold after she cums that hard. I need to get her under the duvet. “C’mere,” I say pulling her up and off the bed, then I pick her up one arm under her shoulders one arm under her knees and carry her around to the head of the bed. She pulls back the duvet and crawls in.
“Lemme ge’ somethin’ ta clean us up an’ we can ‘ave a cuddle,” I say rubbing my nose on hers and kissing her lips. She smiles softly and simply nods as she turns her head toward me. As I walk away, I feel her nails on my bum. I grab her hand and hold on until I can’t on my way to the bathroom.
In the bathroom, I turn the water on and wait for it to turn warm. Looking at my reflection, my lips are stained from her lipstick. Instinctively, I rub my lips together as if rubbing the lipstick in will keep her kisses with me always. I’m so excited for the upcoming week. On the 17th we’ll have officially been together as a couple for one year and oh, what a year it’s been, both professionally and personally. It’s the personally part that has astounded me the most. She WAS interested in me. All that time, I wanted her…I thought she wasn’t interested in me and my crazy life. She was thinking of me. Fuck knows I was thinking of her. She’s been with me every step of the way this crazy year and I sure hope she loves the gift I have for her as much I loved making it for her. She has no idea where we’re going for the week, or even that we’ll be gone for a week, she thinks she’s getting a date, but I’m giving her a week. Flight leaves first thing in the morning and thank goodness, Bella got her packed and the luggage waiting in the car. I fuckin’ hope she found some skimpy bikinis. My cock jumps at the thought. Yeah Malibu, the beach house with the private beach, stocked kitchen. I just wanna lock us away and just “be”… it’s well deserved.
I wring the warm wash rag out and head into the bedroom. There she is. The most beautiful girl in the world, sound asleep. One knee lying open to the side, one hand on her tummy the other up on the pillow. Her lashes rest on her cheeks and she truly is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. Sexy and sweet. Adventurous and kind. I smile at my luck. She’s mine. I walk over and gently run the warm cloth over her sex making sure to get between her lips to wash away our cum. She moans softly and turns her head with a smile. If she’s awake she can’t bring herself to open her eyes. As I finish up I lean down to kiss her knee. “Love you,” I say kissing the spot over and over.
“Hold me,” she mumbles as she turns over, her back to me. Ahhh, she wants to spoon. One of my favorite things to do with her. I run the cloth over my cock and toss it to the floor, “Get it later,” I say out loud to no one in particular. I crawl in behind her and pull the duvet over us both and slide one arm under her head and settle the other hand on her lower tummy. Kissing her shoulder, I settle in for some rest.
I snuggle in closer to her hoping to get some sleep but I can’t. I’m tired from performing but also wired thinking about the week I have planned. I realize that I never took a shower and figure that’s why I can’t sleep. I slip from the bed and walk quickly to the en suite for a quick shower. I turn my face up to the warm spray and sigh. Should’ve done this earlier, I think. It’s part of my post concert ritual and I never skip it. I shut the water off and towel off quickly and gently get back in the bed.
She sighs and snuggles back into me and I can’t help but smile. “A whole year my Jezebel,” I say, pressing my lips to her shoulder. I prop my head up on my hand and my fingers trail down her arm. I can’t help but think about the night I finally made a move and forced a confession out of her. But look at us now, Jezebel, I think. I can’t help but remember the first time I saw her. It was Christmas 2012. I was dating Taylor then but I was curious about her. She was so shy and it intrigued me. How could I have known that she was interested in me even then? All of our mutual pining was over…she’s mine now and I’ve never been happier. I pull the duvet up higher around us both and kiss her temple. Goodnight my sweet Lily, I think.
*****************************
I jerk awake as the alarm goes off and reach for my phone on the nightstand. I pick it up and shut off the alarm, letting it drop back to the nightstand, running my hand down my face. Fuck, it’s early. An early flight sounded like a good idea when I was planning but now I’m regretting it. I look over and see her still hunkered down into the duvet, her back to me and I smile. Only one way to lure my Jezebel out of bed, I think as I grab the phone and call room service to order pretty much the entire breakfast menu. It’s that early.
As soon as the order’s placed I snuggle up next to her and breathe in her scent and smirk. She smells like me, I think, loving it. I’ve been with a lot of girls - it’s not something I’m proud of, it’s just a fact, and even though I loved a few of them, I could never really see a future with them. It was always hazy, but with her, the future is crystal clear. I can see it playing out in front of me like a movie trailer. I breathe her in one last time before pulling her hair back and kissing her neck in an attempt to rouse her.
“Didn’t get enough of me last night?”
I smile against the skin of her shoulder. “Can never ge’ enough of ya, ya know tha’.”
“Is that why you’re waking me up so early?” She says, pushing back on me, bum pushing against my dick.
“Mmmm…I’d love ta, Jezebel bu’ we’ve got plans an’ i jus’ ordered the entire breakfast menu to be delivered. Knew tha’ was the only way ta get ya outta bed,” I says, kissing her neck.
“We’ll you’re right about that,” she says turning to face me and meeting my eyes. “Wait…the entire menu?! Who are you? Edward from Pretty Woman?”
I laugh my breathy little laugh. “I’m cooler than him an’ believe me ya way prettier than Julia,” I say, rubbing my nose against hers. “C’mon. It’ll be here soon.”
She sighs contentedly and throws off the covers and goes to the closet.
“Where’s my suitcase?”
“It’s in the car, babe. We’ve got a plane ta catch here in a bit. Bella packed ya up las’ nigh’ bu’ she left ya something to wear an’ ya toiletries.”
“What’re you up to, Styles?” She says, standing in the door jamb naked as a jaybird.
I chuckle, looking her up and down. “Gonna hafta get dressed ta find out, aren’ ya?”
She shakes her head and giggles, finally finding the clothes Bella left for her in the dresser drawer. “This is what she left out for me?!” She cries out, holding up her most ripped up pair of jeans and a tie dye T shirt that she usually bums around in. “Oh, I’m gonna kill her! She’s probably in fits over this!”
She pulls on her clothes quickly and grunts as she looks in the mirror but doesn’t have time to complain anymore because we hear a knock on the door letting us know breakfast has arrived.
I chuckle. “Wouldn’t wan’ ta be Bella righ’ now,” I say, as I open the door with a smile.
The waiter sets up breakfast and I can’t stop looking at her and smiling. She’s clapping her hands as each cloche is opened and it’s so goddamn cute. I hope I make her as happy as carbs do.
After breakfast we head to the tarmac and board the plane. It’s an 8 hour flight and I can already see her trying to keep her eyes open.
“Ya wanna take a nap, Jezebel?” I ask her as we buckle up. She nods.
“As soon as we’re up in the air, we can go ta the bedroom back there.”
I watch as she swivels in her seat and looks back at it longingly.
*****8 hours later****
We deplane and Cal’s already waiting for us at the tiny private airport in Malibu. He kisses Lily on both cheeks and I smile at their interaction. Cal took to her right away and they have a special bond and I love to see that. She doesn’t let everyone in, but once you’re in, she’s fiercely loyal. She has a magnetism about her and she isn’t even aware of it.
“I still don’t know what you’re up to,” she says as she lays her head on my shoulder in the car.
I smile and kiss the top of her head.
“It’s all very mysterious,” she says.
I know she’s trying to get me to spill so I just don’t say anything. My lips curl up in a smile when she realizes I’m not giving in and she snuggles in closer.
Cal pulls into the long driveway and she gasps as she sees the house. My mouth falls open too. The pictures really don’t do it justice.
“Harry!”
I smile. “This place is ours fo’ the next few weeks. Happy Anniversary ma Jezebel,” I say kissing her temple.
“We’re staying here? For our anniversary and your residency?!”
“Yep.”
“It’s gorgeous! Thank you so much!” And then she leans in to kiss me.
Cal opens the door and clears his throat and she giggles and lets him help her out of the Rover. He grabs our bags and follows us up the path.
“There you are!” Luis yells from the front door. I smile happy to see him. Lord knows I couldn’t have set this up without his help. He hands me the keys and I unlock the front door and we step inside, Lily’s mouth in a perfect O. I try not to think about her mouth like that as she’s going down on me but I’m failing.
“Imma show Cal to the bedroom for your bags and then I’ll be right back,” Luis informs us.
“Do ya like it?” I ask her.
She wraps her arms around my neck. “No. I love it and I love you.”
I chuckle. “An’ I love you, Lily Rose.”
She blushes but I can tell she’s pleased.
Luis and Cal come back down the hallway. “Everything’s set up, H just like you asked. Do you need anything else?”
I shake my head no.
“Sick. Cal and I are right down the road so let us know if you need anything.”
“Will do. Thank ya fo’ settin’ this up fo’ us an Cal fo’ drivin’.”
“You’re welcome,” they both say at the same time and then look at each other.
“Oooohhhh-Kay. On that note, were outta here.” Luis says.
We all laugh and then they’re gone.
I wrap my arms around her from behind. “Ya wanna take the tour, Jezebel?”
She turns her head to nuzzle my face. “Mmmm hmmm.”
The living room is spacious with a huge white sectional, fireplace, rustic coffee tables, and huge folding doors leading outside. The kitchen is gorgeous in black, white and gold with even more seating behind the dining room with more folding doors. The main bedroom is decorated in white with beige accents and again those massive folding doors to the beach. It reminds me of my old house in LA in that it’s quintessentially LA decor and design. I watch as she ooohhhs and ahhhs over everything but she hasn’t seen the en-suite yet so I lead her there and watch her expression. Her eyes go big and her mouth falls open.
“Oh my god!” She says gripping my forearm.
She’s right. It’s an amazing space. A huge soaker tub, long double vanity and a floor to ceiling glass shower with two gold rain shower heads.
I grab her hand because while this is amazing, I have something even better to show her. She lets me tug her back through the house and out the folding doors to the deck and the gorgeous view of the Pacific Ocean. Loungers and a huge umbrella sit next to a hot tub all hemmed in with a glass railing so the view isn’t interrupted.
“This is gorgeous! I’m…I don’t know what I was expecting but it wasn’t this,” she says going to the railing.
I wrap my arms around her from behind. “There’s a hot tub here.”
She nods and turns her head to look at it.
“First time ya ever came fo’ me was in a hot tub, remember?”
She sighs and nods. “I remember.”
“First time I ever saw ya naked too.”
“Mmmm…that’s true.”
“Clothing’s optional here yanno. This is a private beach,” I say, lips curling into a smirk against her forehead.
She surprises me by turning around and pulling off that awful tie dye T shirt and unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans and shimmying them off her legs. “Why waste time then?” She says sliding her panties down and moving past me to step into the hot tub. “Happy anniversary Harry,” she says seductively curling her index finger for me to join her and how can I resist?
I quickly strip, one of my favorite things to do, I may be stylish, but clothes seem so fuckin’ unnecessary, especially around my Jezebel. Cock can hardly breath around her and pants just make it worse. She’s already tits deep and groaning at the warmth. Jesus is there anything sexier than that sound? Just like a song. A song just for me. She’s pulling her hair up and wrapping it around her fingers before she realizes she doesn’t have a clip. Chuckling, I reach up and grab mine from my hair and stretch my hand out to give it to her, “Here ya go.” She takes the clip with a soft thank you and I push my mess of hair back because it’s always flopped over in my eyes. I step down into the warm water and understand why she’s groaning. Eight hours on a plane is tough on the limbs. As soon as I settle into the corner, she moves over between my legs and rests her back to my chest. She knows instinctively how we fit best and I’m feeling such a sense of peace knowing she’s here…not just in this hot tub with me, but here…in my life as my future wife…my lover…my partner in this life we’re building together.
“You’re awfully quiet, mister. Makes me nervous when you get quiet,” she says running her hands along my arms as I tighten mine around her tummy.
“Nothin’ ta be nervous abou’, baby. Jus’ thinkin’ abou’ how lucky I am. I mean, ya here…ya really here an’ not jus’ me cravin’ ya like I did fo’ s’long. I need ta send Gemma an anniversary card.”
“Huh?” she asks turning her face toward mine and raising her eyebrows.
I look in her eyes, run my nose next to hers, “Need ta thank her fo’ spillin’ the beans…thank her fo’ the kick start, if she hadn’t tha’ nigh’, tha’ party…was the best night of ma life.”
“Harry, I love you for saying that, but we both know of a pretty spectacular night back when a certain audition sealed your destiny.”
I hate when she discounts herself. “Lily, would ya love me ‘f I never sang ‘nother note or ‘f I never had sung a note ta begin wi’?”
“H, you know I don’t care about any of that other than the fact that it makes you so happy,” she says resting her head back against my shoulder.
“Tha’ was jus’ a chance I took, wasn’t afraid ‘f it failed,” I kiss her nose, “You, on the other ‘and, were a chance I was terrified ’d fail at… wan’ed ya so fuckin’ much, even ‘f we could only be friends, I‘da hated tha’ bu’ it woulda been bet-tah than nothin’. Then, tha’ nigh’,” I stop to pull her face in for a kiss, “…got a taste of ya, an’ no’ jus’ ya lips…,” I say shaking my head. “No, was a taste of tha’ delicate point of view, wrote tha’ line tha’ night, ya know… jus’ ya kind an’ gentle way, the part of ya I saw – the part ya let me see… I wan’ed an’ I wan’ed more an’ more of. Still do…always will…we were always meant ta be an' I sure dinna wanna fuck tha’ up.”
“I wanted you so much too…thought I was too old, too plain, too alone in this world…was just the girl hangin’ around with Gemma with my nose stuck in a true crime mystery. Inside I was longing…then there were the other girls, so I just tried to forget you. Dated a little bit hut none of them could compare to you. Except for Tom…he was the only one I could see a future with, but then even he couldn’t measure up in the end. I thought I’d made you into so much more in my head than you really were…you really were more…and even more than that, in fact. You wanted me…I couldn’t believe it, H,” she says running her hand up my arm before looking far out to sea, “Still can’t, I mean surely you realize you could have anyone you want, right?”
I can’t help the way my head shakes, “’Ave the anyone I wan’, righ’ here.” I wrap my legs around hers pulling her closer to me, her dainty little bum nestled against my semi-hard cock. I smooth my hand over her slightly rounded tummy, my god, this tummy, the hips between my thighs…she’s so soft and so lush…and all woman. “Lily, I love ya an’ am grateful fo’ the life we’re makin’ tagether…I don’ take any of it fo’ gran’ed.”
Her wet body slips around in my arms to where she’s facing me and I slide my hands down to cup her arse as she wraps her legs around me. “Me either, H…I don’t take a single minute of our time together for granted…I just want to make you happy… just wanna make a difference in this world and have a life with you. I love you so much.”
“You do angel, you do,” I whisper against her forehead and kiss her softly. She pushes her body up and opens for my kiss. I want inside her mouth, fuck, I want inside her body, I just can’t get enough of her. I trace her front top teeth with my tongue, and dart my tongue in to caress the roof of her mouth. Her tongue licks the bottom of mine. She does it just like she does when she’s licking the underside of my cockhead and, Jesus, if that doesn’t send blood straight to my shaft. She runs her fingers up into my the hair on the back of my head and fists it. Fuuuuck! I love that, but she deserves more than a quick fuck in the hot tub or for me to finger fuck her to orgasm…nope, not when I want her on me. I need to feed her proper, know we had a big brekkie, but she’s only had apples an’ peanut butter since then. As if the universe was reading my mind, she shivers. I pull away and kiss her nose. “Darlin’ sun’s goin’ down, wind off tha ocean’s cold an’ I need ta feed ya.” She pouts her bottom lip and blinks her lashes at me. Just makes me wanna turn her over and bury myself inside her until she screams, but goddamn, if someone doesn’t need to have a little sense here, I need to get her warmed up. “Let’s go in, I’ll fix us somethin’ ta eat.”
Her eyes get round with excitement. “No! Let me! I took a sneak peek earlier and there’s a nice piece of halibut and some veggies in there. I watched a youtube video on how to cook the halibut with a poached egg to crack on top. I think there’s some fresh greenbeans too!” she says animatedly.
Now, deep down I know that’s quite a meal to put together, halibut isn’t an easy fish to cook, but who am I to doubt her enthusiasm and joy. “Are ya sure, baby? I mean…we can jus’ order summat in an’ relax.”
“No, it’s no problem, there’s a big screen in the kitchen and I can play and pause as I cook. It’ll be easy,” she says as she plants a big smacking kiss to my lips. She moves to the steps and works her way out, her body covered in goosebumps.
I can’t stand to see her shiver dripping with no towel or robe close by, so I use my t-shirt to dry her off and put that hideous tie-dyed shirt over her head. “Let’s go get a quick shower an’ get warmed up.”
Two hours later and I’m pacing in the living room. I hear the pots and pans in the kitchen, but have been “sequestered” to the living area so I “don’t ruin the surprise”, although I’m trying to remember what’s so surprising about a meal I know she’s making for me. I chuckle to myself at her adorable enthusiasm. I am, however, starting to get concerned, I hear the clanking of pots and pans and, as of the last thirty minutes, the occasional slur of curse words. Suddenly, there’s a large crash from the kitchen followed by a “Fuck!” I start to march toward the kitchen area, when she pops out with a towel over her shoulder and her hand up in the air in a stop stance. Here eyes are red, but she smiles, “I’m ok! Everything is fine! Pan was just hot!”
“Fuck, baby d’ya burn yaself?”
“Nah, I’m good…everything is good! Just a few more minutes.” She’s been saying that for the last hour and a half.
She’s sobbing and apologizing and I’m starving and know she is too. I wrap my arms around her and pull her close to me. “Shhhh, shhh, shhhh. S’ok Jezebel, s’ok.”
She hugs me tighter. “I’m sorry about the kitchen. It’s a disaster in there,” she says pulling back to see my face.
I can’t help but chuckle and then she starts to giggle too and she looks so cute. I can’t be mad about it…she really was trying to do something sweet for me. “S’ok baby. I already texted Luis and he’s sending over the housekeeper first thing tomorrow morning.”
She bursts into another fit of giggles. “She’s gonna think a bomb went off in there!”
“Gonna charge me triple, she is.”
She leans her forehead onto mine. “I really am sorry. I made a mess, it stinks in here, and I’m fucking starving,” she says, shaking her head.
I can’t help but laugh. “Memorable, tha’s fo’ sure,” I say smiling at her and watch as her head falls back on her shoulders.
“It’s the thought that counts, right?”
“It is. C’mon, let’s order some food. Italian?”
“Anything but fish. I can’t look at fish for a while.”
I can’t help but laugh. I love that we can laugh even through the crazy moments. “Fair ‘nough, Jezebel.”
The food comes and we eat on pillows in front of the fireplace, our cheeks rosy with the heat from the fire and the wine. We laugh and talk and eat too much pasta and bread but it feels good. She’s put her engagement ring back on her finger and I smile and grab her ring finger, admiring the way it looks on her and she has the softest smile on her face. I grab the dishes, putting them by the sink, and put the leftovers away. When I come back into the living room, I can tell she’s fading. “C’mon Jezebel. Let’s take a shower and go to bed, yeah?”
She nods and holds her hands out to me and I pull her up. We walk into the bedroom and find out toilette bags and take them into the en-suite. It’s just as beautiful as it was earlier and we smile at each other as we brush our teeth. I move to the shower and hop inside to turn the shower heads on. It takes only a few seconds for it get warm. I step out and take off my clothes and watch her strip. I hold out my hand and pull her into the shower with me. We have a good time soaping each other up and washing our hair, just enjoying touching each other. She’s so soft and perfect and I can’t keep my hands off of her. I dry her off and we get into bed facing each other and just giggle and talk over her dinner incident. “I’m no’ marrying ya fo’ ya cookin’, tha’s fo’ sure,” I tease her, kissing her nose.
She rolls her eyes. “Neither one of us are marrying each other for that,” she teases me back.
“Heyyyy…” I say, mock offended just to hear her giggle.
“I love you, Harry.”
“I love ya too, Lily Rose.”
“I like how you say my name.”
I press my lips to hers. “Goodnight, Jezebel.”
“Goodnight.”
She rolls over and I snuggle up next to her, happy to just hold her close to me.
I feel her shiver and pull at the duvet around 1 a.m. Shit, I forgot we left the sliding door to the beach open slightly. Thank fuck the house is gated in and the floor our bedroom is on is inaccessible from the private beach. Can’t do shit like that, not to mention is gets really cold at night and we both went to bed with wet hair. I softly slip from the bed and step over to the glass wall to close the door and lock it. I stop to take in the view of the ocean and the moon reflecting off it. It’s really beautiful here, I’m so glad we’ll be here for a while. Maybe we should think of buying a place on the beach for L.A. get-aways? There’s a gas fireplace in the bedroom, so I walk over and flip the switch and the flames burst on the ceramic logs and it flickers in the shadows of the dark room. Lily rustles and turns over causing the duvet to slide off the bed. Walking over to the bed, I can’t help but take in the view of her body on display, relaxed, content…mine. That wild head of hair looks like spun gold and her skin is dewy and soft. She always puts this lavender and vanilla lotion on after a shower and it makes her skin like silk and smell like…well, to me, it’s like home. It’s comforting, but then, honestly, it’s all of her that’s comforting to me. She doesn’t have an idea how perfect she is for me, but I intend to spend the rest of my days proving it to her. She sighs deeply and rests one hand on her tummy and the other stays up by her head. I really should cover her up…shouldn’t I? The fire is warming the room…suddenly my ring flickers in the fire light. That’s my ring, the one that she’s gonna wear for the rest of her life to show the world she’s mine. I shouldn’t be such a possessive arsehole, but the fact of the matter is, I love knowing she’s mine to care for, to love and protect. And I know that, although she’s strong and independent, she likes knowing we belong to each other. I’ve stood there a good fifteen minutes, stood like a creep at the foot of the bed peeking at her. I close my eyes and then flutter them open slightly. She looks up at the ceiling and then down to where I stand. She smiles and raises up to her elbows, “Harry?”
I take two steps in and prop my knee on the edge of the bed and lean down to kiss the top of her foot just over the arch. I hear her inhale a breath and slowly let it out through her nose, a silent gasp. “Yellow?” I say kissing her big toe referring to her polish. She nods and smiles following the movement of my lips. “Lily…love ya body…,” I say running my finger up the arch of her foot and chuckling as she pulls it away with a soft moan and sigh. “Tickle?”
“A little…”
I lean down and kiss the ball of her left and then her right foot as I hold them together and pull them up off the bed and prop them on my chest. “Ya warm enough, baby?” She nods and bites her bottom lip, the fire light glittering off her wet berry colored lips.
“Happy Anniversary, princess,” I say with a smile. I stare into her sleepy eyes, “Baby, wanna kiss every inch of ya…let me make love ta ya?”
“God, yes….please, Harry.”
“Yeah?”
She bites her lip and nods again as my hands slide up her legs, pushing them apart. I lean down and press a kiss to her soft tummy and then trail kisses down her belly to her beautiful mound. Her hands sink into my hair, tugging my curls just like she knows I like. I groan against her skin and push her knees up, kissing the inside of her thighs. “God, ya smell s’good, Jezebel,” I say, nuzzling the soft skin and breathing her in. I hear her sharp intake of breath as I place a trail of open mouthed kisses down her slit.
“Fuck,” she breathes out above me.
“Love you,” I whisper against her clit as I look up into her eyes. “Wan’ed ya like this fo’ so long…wan’ed ya s’ much tha’ night, was happy ta ‘ave ya kisses, bu’ I won’t lie, wan’ed more…this taste,” I run my thumb up her slit and pull one side open. She’s weepy, but not wet enough yet, her body’s still waking up for me. Her tits jiggle with a shiver as her back arches. I wish she’d grab them, I fuckin’ love it when she takes control of her own pleasure. As much as I love her hands in my hair, I smooth my hands up her arm and pull one to her tummy and slip it up to her tit. I don’t even have to say a word, she immediately caresses and pinches her nipple. I can’t stand it, I need my mouth on it. Sliding up her body knowing I’ll get back to her pussy, I open my mouth and lave the nipple that’s between her thumb and forefinger. She lets go of her nipple and traces my lip with her thumb as I latch on to the hard point. She cups her flesh and offers it to my mouth…and I feel the blood surge through my hard cock. Jesus, I love it when she offers herself, gives me her pleasure…the offer is her way of telling me what she wants…what she likes. “So sexy, Jezebel…ya s’ sexy…I love the way we are tagether. I love pleasin’ ya…knowin’ ya like this…tha’ ya wan’ me as much as I wan’ ya.” I kiss from one nipple to the other and treat it with a nip and tug while I watch her fingers pull on the other one. I know she’s getting wetter because of the way she pulls her legs up and opens wide. I know her cunt, like I know my own body. The more aroused she is the wider her legs get and the sharper her back arches. It’s like she’s trying to be as open as she can be and get as close as possible. She oozes sexuality, freedom, and openness with me, she gives her body freely to me and I do my damndest to honor that gift. I kiss down her sternum to her tummy and pull back as I look at her beautiful soft belly. That freckle just to the right of her navel, it’s mine, first I lick it and then kiss the spot that I’m so familiar with. The soft peachfuzz that leads to her mound. It’s clean and freshly waxed, not that I give a fuck. I love her with or without hair, she always keeps it trimmed and neat. It tickles my nose, but I love her honey too much to give a fuck.
Her hands fly back to my hair as I lick a hard stripe up her slit. I hear the soft exhale of my name as the tip of my tongue circles her swollen clit. My arms circle her thighs and I pull her closer to me, loving all the breathy noises she’s making above me. She has no idea how much it turns me on. My mouth slides down and my tongue dips into her wet entrance and I can feel her wetness on my chin and I fucking love it. I kiss my way back up to her clit and suck it in my mouth, tongue working against her sensitive flesh, alternating between fast and slow. I pop off and look up at her, chest heaving and head thrown back into the pillow. She pulls her head up and meets my eyes, biting her lip. “Ya ready ta cum, Jezebel?”
She nods and I bend my head and suck her clit back in my mouth, tongue working hard against it. Her back arches and her breathing gets heavier, hands pulling hard at my hair. Oh, she’s ready to cum for me, I think as I yank her closer to me and move my tongue faster. Her legs start shaking and try and close around my head and I hear her hoarse cry of my name as she cums for me. I pop off of her clit but keep licking her to work her through it. I look up at her heaving chest and I smile as I kiss her swollen lips and kiss my way up her body to her mouth.
“Ya ok?” I ask as she tries to catch her breath. She smiles and nods, “Mm-hm.”
I smile in return. We look at each other smiling like the goddamn lovesick fools we are. “Ya ‘ave no fuckin’ idea how much I love makin’ ya smile like tha’. Mouth open… breathless.” I kiss first one cheek and then the other, then her chin. I wanna spoil her rotten with orgasms…
“Feels so good, H,” she says as I kiss to her ear.
“Tell me…” I whisper as I kiss she shell of her ear. “Tell me wha’ it feels like…tell me wha’ ya wan’…”
“Feels like I’ve lost control of my body…like you’re touching every spot that feels good at once…it’s tight…it’s squeezing…my muscles burn with you.”
“And wha’ else?” I say grinding my cock against her core until I feel my shaft sliding up and down between her pussy lips.
“It’s wet…I can’ feel myself getting wetter and wetter with every muscle spasm.”
“Fuck!” Her breathy words just… “Killin’ me, baby…I’m so hard.” I pull back and close my eyes trying to get control. I’m trying to take it slow…
She grabs my face and squares her eyes and boldly says “Don’t hold back, wanna feel you inside Harry, please.”
I close my eyes one last time and swallow my pill of patience. I grab one of her hands, thread my fingers with hers and press it into the mattress next to her head. I reach down and put my thumb on top of my cock and slide it through her slit to her wet hole. Then push my hips forward just enough to get my head inside. “Ready?” I say wanting to hear her…needing to hear her.
She nods with her mouth agape, “Inside…please…” she whimpers and I feel my balls draw up.
I push my hips in and groan as my cock slides in with no resistance. She’s so wet. She’s wet and warm and it’s the most wonderful feeling ever. My eyes roll back and my throat dries instantly. I try to swallow to quiet my hoarse grunt. It’s animalistic in sound, but her gasp in reply is indelicate and rawly sexual. She grunts as I fill her up. Her body pushes against me as it grips my cock hard. Her body recognizes my invasion and knows I’m gonna make it good for her.
“Ya good, baby?” I ask as I thrust deep and hold still.
“Mmmm, Hahhh!” she breathes out next to my ear. “Jesus, Harry!” Her thighs tighten on my hips. The way her body cradles me…the way her thighs hold me close. “Loveyouloveyouloveyou…” she chants as I fuck into her. Truly, l’m tryna take is slow…I truly am trying to give her a slow, long orgasm…but she’s holding me so tight.
“Shh, babe, Shh, babe, relax fo’ me, yeah?” I whisper trying to slow this down. I’m not sure this is a battle I’m gonna win. It feels so good…feels so right…
“No, more! I want more…faster…faster…” she pants next to my ear.
“Ya sure? Tryna go slow, baby…”
“Just don’t stop, please don’t stop…” she’s keening her desire.
I wrap my arms around her body, “Hold on ta me, angel.”
She tightens her hold on me and I abruptly roll over pulling her on top of me. I want her in control now, I want her to take us where she wants us to go because I just wanna take it all in…wanna watch, wanna make sure she gets what she needs. “Take wha’ ya need, love. Please take wha’ ya need.”
“B..But, I want you to get what you need too.” She says fingering her hair behind her ear.
I smirk at her. “Baby, I ‘ave ya, tha’s exactly wha’ I need…wha I wan’…”
“I’m so close,” she whines.
I reach down and circle her clit over and over quickly, “I jus’ wan’ ya orgasm, Lily…wan’ ya ta cum fo’ me.”
“You too…” she says throwing her head back. Her body grinds back and forth as I stimulate her clit and then, she’s gone. It’s like a blinding sight of the most beautiful passionate vulnerability. She’s at the most raw she’s ever been - this exact moment. Our moment… My moment… The sounds of her wetness on my dick is the most incredible sounds of sexy pleasure I’ve ever heard. It almost hurts as I cum deep inside her.
She falls forward with a thud, her hair a curtain on my face. I can’t help but smile even as I blow that hair from my face. She so lax, so warm on me. I can feel her body contracting with strong aftershocks.
My hands slide up from her hips to her back and I wrap my arms around her and hold her to me as we both come down. She sighs and pulls her head from my neck, pushing her hair back, smiling at me. I love that smile. It’s the smile I get after I’ve satisfied her. I remember the first time I saw that smile. I don’t even think she realizes she does it. I smile back at her and lean up to press a kiss to her lips and gently roll her over onto her side. She runs her hands back through my hair and my eyes flutter closed.
“I wanted you that night you kissed me to, you know. I…well, I knew we had to take it slow, but…” her eyes drop to my chest as her finger circles my nipple, “that didn’t stop me from wanting you.” Her eyes flutter closed. “I’d thought about it so many times over the years.”
“Fuck, me ta, Jezebel. Though’ abou’ ya underneath me, buried deep inside ya, abou’ eatin’ ya…all of it.”
“Mmmm…can’t believe it sometimes but here I am in bed with you.”
“I’m never lettin’ ya go, Lily Rose, so believe it.”
She giggles, “ok.”
“Lemme get us cleaned up an’ I’ll cuddle ya.”
When I come back into the bedroom from the en-suite my beautiful Jezebel is already sound asleep. I move her as gently as I can and clean her up. She sighs but never wakes up. I toss the washcloth in the hamper and get back in bed, kissing her temple before pulling the duvet up over us and going to sleep.
I wake up before her and look at the time on my phone. It’s getting late; I need to get moving. I’ve got plans for our anniversary and it starts right now. I slip out of bed and text Luis and impatiently wait for his reply. He texts back a thumbs up and I chuckle as I walk down the hall to the living room to wait for the delivery. After a few minutes, I hear the knock on the door and get up to grab the breakfast Luis ordered. My phone pings and I see another text from him. The housekeeper is on the way and will be here shortly. Not wanting to be in the way when they arrive, I put the bakery box on a tray and carry it back to the bedroom. I set the tray down and shut the door and go to the bed to wake my Jezebel. “Lily? Lily, wake up.”
“Mmmm,” she says, stretching her arms up and opening her eyes.
“Good morning. Happy anniversary, ma love.”
She smiles and it’s the most beautiful thing. “Good morning. Happy anniversary.”
“Hungry?”
She nods her head yes so I place the tray over her lap and crawl in next to her.
She opens the pink bakery box and I watch as her face lights up. “Maple bacon cronut? My favorite! Oh my god, thank you,” she says leaning over to kiss me.
I chuckle and grab my own cronut from the box taking a bite. I set the pastry down and lick my fingers. “Ya were righ’, Jezebel. These’re amazin’.”
I don’t even think she heard what I said as she takes a huge bite and sighs. I shake my head and keep eating, just letting her enjoy her treat. I get through about half of it and then get up and go to my luggage and pull out a card and come back to the bed, carefully placing the card in front of the box.
She looks down and then back at me before placing what’s left of her cronut down and picking up the card. “What’s this?”
“It’s a clue abou’ ya gift so ya migh’ wanna open it.”
She licks her fingers and my eyes flutter…she’s so unintentionally sexy.
I watch as she breaks the seal and pulls out a folded piece of paper. She reads it and then reads it again.
“My dearest Jezebel: I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to solve the puzzle of who you are, but here on our first anniversary, you must call the five people listed below and obtain the words they give you in order to receive my present. Cal will be waiting for your instruction and will take you at 4 pm.
Mitch
Gemma
Helen
Milena
Bella
Yours forever, H
She looks at the paper and cocks her head to the side, then looks at me… “Wh..? I mean…How…? Just, what…,” she bursts into the happiest expression with that million dollar smile. She throws her arms around my neck, the pink pastry box in her lap forgotten, she kisses all over my cheeks and I can’t help but chuckle. “I dunno, what you’ve done, mister, but I’m so excited to find out.”
“Well, d’ya understand wha’ ta do?”
She giggles and picks up the paper to study it. “Umm…well, not really….am I just supposed to call these people and they’ll tell me what to do?”
“Sorta, when ya call ‘em they’ll give ya a word. When ya get all the words, ya put ‘em tagether ta make a sentence an’ tha’ll tell ya wha’ ta do.”
“Oh, H! You know just how much I love a mystery. I can’t believe you went to all this trouble.”
I grin. That’s all I can do. I’m not smug…I just feel nervous, I sure hope this is as special for her as it was for me to make it.
“Wait! You’re leaving’ me!” she pulls back leaving her arms on my shoulders but looking crestfallen.
“Jus’ fo’ a lit-ull bit, I promise. Baby, need ta go get thin’s ready… Promise, it won’ be long…an’ we’re gon’ ‘ave the week tagether.” I’m trying to convince her…I was worried that she’d be disappointed, but I need ta get to the theater and get the file to the guy who’s gonna make sure this comes off flawlessly. Luis said he’d do all this for me, but I just couldn’t…this is MY job and I want the honor of doing for her. Even if it means we’re separated for a couple of hours. “Trust me, darling, jus’ make the calls.” I lean forward and place a soft kiss on her lips.
“I do trust you.” She smiles that smile that tells me she’s curious about this mystery that she’s having a hard time focusing on anything else right now. This time my smile is smug. I know exactly how to get to her.
“Ya dyin’ ta figure this out…hmm? It’s all ova ya face.” She sucks in her lips and nods while her eyes gleam. I kiss her nose. “I’m glad ya like it…Listen, I’m gonna pop ou’ now an’ run some errands.” I start to pull away then remember the other part of her gift. “Oh, yeah! In the closet is a box wi’ somethin’ fo’ ya to wear tanigh’. I hope ya like it.”
She’s looking at the paper again, the mystery drawing her in, then she looks up and shakes her head slightly, “Hmm? What?”
I can’t help my laugh. “I said, there’s a box in the closet wi’ somethin’ special fo’ ya ta wear tanigh’.”
She grins, “I can’t wait to see it.”
I take in the sight before me. She so fucking beautiful. Tits round and voluptuous, nipples dusty pink against the white duvet. My initials on her neck…the bee. God, I love her honey… I shake my head trying to get ahold of myself willing my cock to cooperate. Later buddy, later. “I love ya, Lily.”
“I love you too Harry.”
Lily’s POV:
He slips into some joggers and grabs a bag before he heads out the door. I miss him before he’s even had a chance to be gone. I’m so excited to get started on this mystery. Feeling awkward calling friends naked, I hop up to grab a t-shirt and then search my backpack for a pencil and notepad.
I grab my phone and crawl back into bed. Looking over at the pastry box, I bite my bottom lip. “Just one more bite,” I say to the room. Grabbing the box, I reach in and pull out the delectable pastry, take a bite and savor every sinful morsel.
Mitch is first on the list so I locate his and Sarah’s number and hit the call button.
“Hello…,” Mitch answers.
“Uh, Hi, Mitch…it’s Lily, how’re you doing?”
“Oh, hey, Lily, we’re great. Uh…Sarah’s been expecting you to call, hold on. Oh, and Happy Anniversary!” He pulls the phone away and I hear, “Saaarrrahhhh! It’s Lily…think she’s callin’ about that word thing for H.” I hear her reply from far away, “OH YAY! Umm… can ya come watch the baby? He’s got my sticks an’ I don’ wan’ him ta beat up ev’rthin’.” Mitch chuckles, “Sure…” then I hear him hand the phone to Sarah.
“Hey, Lily! Happy Anniversary! Our word for you is “Cinerama”.”
“What? That’s weird? Can you spell it for me?” I ask her tapping the pencil against my chin.
“C I N E R A M A,” Sarah spells out.
I write it down in large letters on a entire sheet of notepad paper and rip it from the pad and lay it out on the bed. “Well, that’s interesting,” I mutter. “Sarah, do y….”
“Nope, don’ even ask, Lil. We’ve been sworn to secrecy. Have a nice night…!” she says in a sing-song voice before the phone clicks off.
I pull back and look at the phone, giggling. H must’ve threatened her within an inch of her life! I find Gemma’s name and call her.
“Hiiiii Lily. Been expecting your call. Happy anniversary!”
“Thank you, Gem. Do you have a word for me?”
Gemma giggles and says, “two, actually. ‘At the.”
“At the?”
“That’s all I’m allowed to say.”
“I can hear your eye roll, Gems.”
She laughs. “He was quite adamant about it, so goodbye!”
“Bye,” I say and end the call. “Ok, so who’s next,” I mumble to myself as I pick up his instructions and see Helen’s up next.
“Lily, sweet girl! How are ya?”
“I’m great, mum. How’re you?”
“Right as rain, sweet girl. Tell Harry thanks again for my hives! The bees’re busy and I’m loving it! So,” she says with a happy sigh, “Happy anniversary! I’m told ya tell ya ‘dome.”
“Thank you. Dome? D-O-M-E?”
“Yeah, tha’s the word. Ronnie! Careful of those bees! Lily, darling, I gotta go! Talk to you soon!”
And then she’s gone. You shake your head and smile. Since Harry delivered those hives for her, she’s become obsessed with everything honey. “Sounds like Harry…” you mumble under your breath on a giggle.
Milena’s next…she might tell me, you think excitedly pushing the call button.
“Hiya watermelon sugar…he still giving it to ya good?”
I giggle. “Hi Milena and yes, I’ve no complaints.”
“I imagine not with that tongue on ya constantly.”
I blush. “Lord woman. Do you have a word for me?”
“Plenty but the one I’ve been told is ‘me.’”
“Ok, got it. Come see me soon, yeah?”
“You book me a flight watermelon sugar an’ I’m there.”
I giggle. “You’re crazy but I love you,” I say through my laughter.
“Love you too watermelon sugar. Mwah.”
“Mwah.”
“One more to go,” I say looking at my notes. Ive already solved it and I’m pretty sure I know Bella’s word.
“Hi Lily. Happy anniversary!”
“Thank you. I really enjoyed the outfit you chose for me.”
Bella breaks out into a fit of giggles. “You’re not- you’re not mad…are you?” But she’s still laughing.
“Not mad, no. I’m currently plotting revenge.”
“Just remember how long we’ve known each other and how much i love you.”
“Mmm hmmm. Do you have a word for me?” I say sweetly.
“Yes. It’s ‘meet.’”
“I knew it!”
“Sometime soon I do need to talk to you about that message from South America…”
“Oh, that’s right. Yes, I’ll text you later this week about that.”
“Good. I think you’ll be interested. Ok, I’m going now.”
“Bye.”
“Meet me at the Cinerama Dome…what’ve you got planned, then hmmm?” I get up and go to the closet to find the outfit I’m supposed to wear. I open the box to find a beautiful blue dress and a pair of matching sandals. I pull up the dress and admire it. It’s beautiful but he has excellent taste. Underneath the dress is a note that I have a full spa treatment with hair and makeup included and Cal is outside waiting for me. That man, I think. That wonderful, gorgeous man, I think as I grab my new clothes and change into jeans and a T shirt to go and find Cal.
Harry’s POV:
I really wanted to drive myself today, but Luis reminded me that no one knows I’m here in LA already and if I wanted to keep it that way, I should opt for a driver and a dark car. I wanted to take Lily for a drive in the Porsche, but Luis is right, keeping my whereabouts secret is more beneficial for the week. I want as much privacy as possible while we spend some down time together. My driver, Dan’s, a nice fella. Ha! He’s “Driver Dan”… that’s something to remember. I look over to the seat next to me and smile at the roses, lilies and the special hydrangeas I had shipped in. The flower shop did a fuckin’ awesome job of putting them all together to look beautiful. I fist my hand and then straighten my fingers over and over. Fidgeting with my rings, I’m a little shocked as to why the fuck I’m so nervous. I know she’s gonna love this… Jesus, I love her so much. The palm trees pass along the drive and I pull out the velvet necklace box and flip it open just to double check that it’s there. Cool it, Styles, for fuck’s sake. I might share my music with millions of people, but this is something I’ll only share with her and her loving it is as personal to me as anything I’ve ever shared with her.
I get to the Cinerama Dome and I have just enough time, I think as I check the time on my phone. I set the flowers next to her seat and go up the stairs to the sound booth to talk to the sound person. I want to do a test run to make sure that this thing works. I blow out a breath and knock on the door.
“Harry?”
“Yeah, ya Charlie, righ’?”
“I am. Nice to meet ya.”
“Nice ta meet ya ta.”
Charlie smiles and I relax a little bit. “Ya wanna check this little device out. Make sure it works?”
“Yeah, I really fuckin’ do,” I say chuckling.
Charlie let’s out a loud guffaw. I like this guy already. “Alright. Let’s go down and give it a go, ok?”
I nod and we leave the booth and down into the theatre. I pull out my phone and scan the QR code and Charlie and I both wait and then the video starts. I let it play all the way through…I’m really not sure how to turn it off but I’m smiling the whole time. It turned out even better than I ever could’ve expected.
“Wow…that’s really good stuff, Harry. I know your girl’s gonna love this.”
“Thanks, I appreciate tha’,” I say, shaking his hand.
“I’ll be in the booth if you need me.”
“Thanks again.”
He walks slowly back up the stairs. My phone pings and I check it. It’s a text from Luis letting me know she’s on the way. I wipe my hands down my pants and breathe out a breath. “Lets do this Jezebel.” I know it’s gonna take a good forty-five minutes for her to get here, so I get stuck in my head. I’ve never been good with static time, but having her on my mind is definitely not a hardship. My Lily is so beautiful…so perfect for me. I wanna give her the world, but more than anything I wanna give her a chance to see herself through my eyes. I want her to know every minute of the day, just how happy she makes me…she makes so many people happy. I pace in front of the big screen, grab the flowers and move us a few rows back from the front, I want her to have the best view. Thankfully they’ve refurbished the theater with reclining seats and arms that raise up out of the way. I wanna hold her close while it plays. I push the arm up between two seats making it more like a love seat. I turn on the seat warmer, I know she’s gonna be cold in here, especially since that dress doesn’t cover much. My cock twitches at that thought. Not now, buddy. We’ll get to her later, but now is not the time. Fidgeting, I pull up the 360 app and see that she’s only ten minutes away. I wonder if she’s nervous? I watch every stop light along the way on the app and see when she arrives out front. Gulping a swallow, I watch the double doors waiting for her to slip inside. Soon, the right door cracks and slowly opens. She peeks her head in. Goddamn. Her hair is down in waves and is draped on her shoulders with tendrils lying on the swells of her breasts. But that smile. Jesus fucking Christ, that smile.
“Hello?” she calls to the room blinking trying to focus her eyes in the dim light.
“Jezebel.” Her head jerks as her eyes find me. “Hi baby.”
“Hiii,” is all she says as she slips inside the door and stands still holding a little purse. I know it has her phone, some lip gloss, and tissues in it…she never leaves home without them. Fuck! She’s so fuckin’ beautiful. The dress fits her like a glove and shows off her incredible body. “Whatcha doin’ here at the theater, mister?” She asks biting her bottom lip and smirking at the same time. I wonder if she knows what she’s doing…that she’s slays me every fucking time? Does she do it on purpose?
I slip my hands in my pockets and smile. “Look beautiful, darlin’. C’mere.”
She walks up the stairs to the row I’m in and then she’s in front of me. I pick up the flowers and hand them to her. I can tell she’s blushing even in the dim light.
“I missed you,” she says, finger circling the button on my shirt and it’s unintentionally sexy. I grab her hand and pull her flush to me, my other hand pushing her hair behind her ear. “I missed ya ta, Jezebel. C’mere.” I slant my lips over hers and press a kiss to her lips. “Happy Anniversary, Lily.”
She sighs, her breath hitting my lips and it tickles. “Happy Anniversary, Harry,” she says quietly.
I can tell she’s a little anxious about all of this. “Are ya ready?”
“Yes, I’m ready.”
“Ok, have a seat,” I say, raising my hand high in the air for Charlie. Just then, the house lights come up and we both blink quickly. “Sorry ‘bout tha’,” I say chuckling. I pull the necklace box out and put it in her hand.
She smiles and opens it slowly, pulling out the flat gold bar, her eyes flicking to me for explanation.
“It’s a charm fo’ ya necklace, bu’ it has a secret. Ya wanna see?”
She nods so I open my phone and scan the little bar and then the screen goes black and the lights go down. “Watch the screen, Jezebel,” I say, placing my hand on her thigh. She grips my hand and then gasps as I appear on the screen in my dressing room at The Garden.
“Hi, ma Jezebel. Though’ long an’ hard abou’ the perfect gift fo’ ya…wha’ can I get ta ya let ya know how much ya mean ta me? So I decided to do this an’ (big beautiful smile) an’ I hope ya like it, Jezebel.”
She looks at me real quick and our eyes before we both turn back to the screen and we watch as I walk down the long hallways of MSG. I have to say it’s shot beautifully in black and white. I smile. She loves me in black and white. I get to the stage and there’s my band, smiling. I see Sarah give a little wave and I chuckle. When the chords to Little Freak start up, she gasps and her hand tightens on mine. Her other hand immediately goes to cover her mouth and as much as I try to look back and forth from the screen to her, I can’t focus on anything but her face. Her eyes well with unshed tears, but she hardly dares to blink…like she’s afraid she might miss something. The screen light is reflected in her eyes and the stone on her engagement ring. Both shine brightly. She’s my everything. It wasn’t hard making the arrangements to shoot the music video. A few phone calls and some brainstorming and a day to shoot. I sure as fuck didn’t care about the cost, hardest thing I had to do was find the time for everyone and then keep it a secret from her. She leans forward, taking in the words and scene as I stand there pouring my heart out for her… the camera capturing every nuance, every expression. Was the easiest video I’ve ever done, if I’m honest, when you have a purpose as strong as this one, when there’s an ease to the words…the sincerity and authenticity is natural. It’s probably one of the best music video’s I’ve ever done. The song closes and I smile into the camera then turn around and give the band a thumbs up. They’re all smiling and clapping…I’m so glad that was included in the video. This was their surprise too. They don’t do anything that they don’t pour their heart into it as well. As Elin said, “Love this, H…we’re doin’ it all for love, there’s no better reason.” And she’s right.
Lily, turns to me and buries her head in my shoulder sobbing. I cradle her head and kiss the top smoothing her hair. Suddenly she pulls back, looking up into my eyes. “Oh, Harry…it’s so beautiful. It’s just comfortable and so natural. When’re you gonna release it?” she says pulling out a tissue from her purse. I smile. I KNEW she had one in there!
I search her eyes and purse my lips. “I’m not. Baby, this is only yours. Did this jus’ fo’ you. It’s saved on an encrypted server…ya ‘ave the only code on ya necklace. Wheneva ya wanna watch it, ya jus’ scan the QR code, type in the PIN number, ‘s 1017…”
“Our anniversary date!” she interjects.
I nod my head, “Yup, our anniversary date… type tha’ in an’ it’ll play on any media player. Jezebel, the band hasn’t even seen it… jus’ tha video editor, Mitch, Jeffrey, Mum and Charlie.”
“Wait, who’s Charlie?”
I point up and behind me. “Charlie is upstairs…he helped make all this possible. Made ‘im sign a non-disclosure an’ he ‘ad ta lock his phone away.”
“Oh, H, that’s crazy…” she scolds, but I see the pride behind her eyes though, she secretly loves that this is for her eyes only.
I smirk at her expression. “‘m serious abou’ keepin’ it safe, it’s personal,” I sit forward and smooth her cheek looking deep into her eyes. “Look, I see it this way, share my music with millions of people…even shared Little Freak…but this…well, this…’m no’ sharin’. ‘S between me an’ you. D’ya like it?”
“Baby, that’s like asking if I like to breathe… I love it so much and I-I just can’t believe you did this for me. It’s the ultimate gift and, I’m gonna be very selfish about keeping it for myself. I’m still a little shocked. I mean…was that The Garden?”
I slowly nod my head, “Mm-hmm.”
“I have a music video for Little Freak made in a empty Madison Square Garden…” she says it like she needs to say it out loud to believe it.
“Yeah, ‘f ya look in the background, ma banner is hangin’ up. There’s s’much I love abou’ it…god, it was hard ta do wi’out ya findin’ out.”
“I’m-I- I just… Can we watch it again, please…?” she pleads.
I pull her in close and kiss her softly. Must look like one smug bastard at the moment because I can’t stop the grin that breaks out on my face. “’Course we can…” I pull her close…then over into my lap and wrap my arms around her. “Le’s get this on ya chain real quick.” I unhook the clasp on the necklace with my initials and the bee then slip the bar onto the chain. Hooking the clasp back on her neck, she touches the charms reverently, lifts it to her lips and places a soft kiss. Turns me inside out to see her caress her neck and cherish her gifts. I cuddle her back against me, kiss her sweet spot and hold my phone up for her to scan the charm. She types in the PIN and the screen projects up to the front.
She shakes her head and giggles, “That’s so cool!” She leans her head back on my shoulder and I smooth my arms along hers and thread our fingers.
“I love you,” I whisper kissing her neck.
“I love you, H. So so much,” she whispers back.
The video begins to play and this time I watch over her shoulder. Goddamn, it’s good. The sound is incredible in the empty arena, and everyone is on point. She shifts on my lap; her bum feels so fucking good on my dick. “Careful, love…” I murmur against the skin on her neck. She squirms and arches her back slightly giving me quite a view of her beautiful tits. I place open mouth kisses along her neck and shoulder as the song plays and she hums along. She smells so sexy.
The song closes and darkness falls over the theater again. She turns her head toward me. “Kiss me.”
I don’t have to be asked twice. I pull her face in close and tease her lips with mine. Open over hers, I brush my lips along hers just breathing in her exhales. As I go in for more of her lips, her back bends into the cradle of my elbow. “Baby…love ya s’much.” I taste her mouth and she’s sweet. I pull my hands from hers and smooth them up her side until my hand is resting on the side of her breast. My thumb runs back and forth over the dress on her side. Honestly, I’m dying to cup her tit…if I’m being super honest, I want her nipple in my mouth. I want her gasp and cry when I do it. BUT, now isn’t the time, so I settle for teasing her…I can kiss her breathless and feel just as content. Besides, soon I’m gonna take her home to where Luis has had a chef preparing a gourmet meal for us to eat out on the deck by moonlight. And, I’m interested in taking her to the media room of the beach house. It’s got a 120-inch screen and couch seating. Maybe we can rendezvous and watch the video again. I’d love to see what she has on under this dress. My thoughts are racing as we kiss and nibble on each other in the darkness. Our breathing has picked up and I can feel her goosebumps. She turns her body and then she’s straddling me, pushing me back against the seat, her hands in my hair, kissing the life out of me. I groan into her mouth. “I wanna (kiss) take ya (kiss) righ’ fuckin’ (kiss) here, Jezebel (kiss) bu’ I can’ (kiss),” I say between kisses, pressing my mouth back to hers, my thumb running over her nipple.
She sighs, her forehead against mine, breath on my face, lips swollen. “Can we watch it one more time and then you’ll take me…” she giggles, “take me at the house?”
I chuckle. “Anythin’ ya wan’, Jezebel. I’ll give ya anythin’.”
She smiles and kisses me again. “One more time?” She asks holding up the little plate and I grab my phone and scan it and punch in the PIN. She carefully turns back around and we watch it together again as she fingers my initials around her neck and I smile at the gesture and kiss her temple.
It ends once again and she gets up and I tell her that I’m gonna go thank Charlie and I’ll be right back. When I come out of the booth she’s already at the door. I chuckle to myself. My Jezebel is ready to go! We leave with a final wave to Charlie in the sound booth and then Cal gets us in the Rover and we’re off to Malibu. We don’t say much on the way back because I can’t stop kissing her. I know she has questions about how I set it up and when we filmed but right now, I just can’t be arsed to answer them. She giggles as I go back in for another kiss as she starts to ask a question and finally gives up, her arms going around me and just letting me enjoy kissing her with no agenda other than I enjoy the way she feels.
I lay her back on the seat and she squeals and giggles but doesn’t protest when I lay my body over hers and keep on kissing her. It’s a trek to Malibu and I’m enjoying the buildup if I’m honest. I want her soaked for me because I have plans for my Jezebel. I sit back up when I hear Cal punching in the gate code and pull her to a sitting position beside me. She smiles and snuggles her head into my neck. I’m content. For the first time ever in my life with her…I finally feel content.
Inside the house, Lily says she needs to run to the loo and freshen up so I decide to investigate what the chef and his staff have set up for us out on the deck. They’ve strung Edison lights and smaller strings of lights everywhere and their light and the candles on the table provide the most beautiful setting for a romantic dinner for two. I know wha’ my girl likes, so I was able to book an incredible local chef who creates incredible fish and aged beef meals which works out perfect for the two of us. Lily will get her NY Strip and mash and I’ll get my lemon pepper Branzino and asparagus. Dessert, if we make it, is an assortment of chocolate truffles and chocolate strawberries. It only takes a moment of thoughtful debate before I decide to just send the staff away. The meals are prepared and in the warmer, the white and red are chilling in the wine cooler…I’ve got this. I know Lily will feel the most comfortable when she doesn’t worry about having people fuss over us. Besides, I want her all to myself, to take care of even during a meal. I’m fidgeting with the silverware on the table when I smell her before I feel her wrap her arms around me.
“Whatcha’ doin’ out here, mister?”
I close my eyes and caress her hand on my chest, “Jus’ thinkin’ abou’ ya.”
“Good thoughts I hope…” she says pressing her cheek to my shoulder blade.
“The best… Hungry?”
Over the next hour we enjoy our meal and talk about anything and everything. I can’t take my eyes off her. Her skin glows and eyes glisten. Her lips are so sensual, the way she enjoys each bite and sip from her wine glass. She’s stunning even in the way she wipes her mouth on her napkin. I’m so fucking crazy about her…I respect and admire her spirit and intellect…her thoughts and ideas are inspiring and I hope to fuck, I can be half as interesting to her as she is to me.
We finish up at the table and I offer to go get the box of chocolate truffles and strawberries. “As much as I want them, I don’t think I can eat another thing right now…maybe later?”
I grin and nod. She grins and nods in reply. She knows me so well, probably knows my mind just flashed with longing. I’d like to eat said truffles off her naked body. My dick surges and I clear my throat. Leaning forward to grab my phone, I connect the Bluetooth to the outside speakers and turn on some music. She smiles as I stand and hold my hand out to her, “Dance wi’ me?” She takes my hand and stands up, barefoot. Sometime during the meal, she kicked off her sandals and they lay discarded under the table. I love those beautiful freshly painted pink tipped toes.
I hit the arrow on my phone and Tennessee Whiskey starts playing and I watch as she smiles and blushes. I pull her into my arms and close to me, burying my head into her hair and just breathe her in. I pull back to look in her eyes and we just look at each other as our song plays. Hopelessly Devoted plays next and she smiles.
“I used to sing this so loud when I was little,” she says, giggling.
“I’d love ta see it if ya have it on video.”
She blushes. “I…might.”
I smile and then suck my lips in. How perfect would it be for me to be Danny Zuko for Harryween? I think to myself. I’m making that happen. I can’t help but sing along to the chorus. “It’s true yanno.”
“What?”
“I’m hopelessly devoted ta ya, Jezebel.”
“And I am hopelessly devoted to you, Harry Styles,” she says pressing her lips to mine.
The kiss starts out sweet and soft but it’s like a switch is flipped and that desire that’s been simmering all evening comes back to hit us full force and then I’m pulling her flush to me by her bum, my tongue invading her mouth and tangling with hers.
My kisses slide down her neck and she tilts her head back to give me full access. “Mmmm…wanna…mmm…watch ya video again?” I ask her in between kisses.
“Yes!”
I pull back and grab her hand and pull her to the media room which I hadn’t even shown her on the tour. I sit down on the oversized couch and pull her onto my lap. I turn the TV on using the remote and she holds her necklace up for me to scan. She snuggles back against me as the video plays yet again, her attention fully focused on the screen. I’m listening to the song I wrote for her but I can’t stop looking at her and it’s not long before my hands are skating down her arms and then over her her collarbone and down her neck, over her breasts and down her stomach to her thighs. All I can think about is getting her naked and tasting my honey. When the screen goes dark, I trail kisses down her neck. “I wan’ ya, Jezebel. Need ta touch ya bare skin,” I breathe out against her skin. “Stand up an’ take off ya clothes.”
She gets up and I use the remote to turn the lights on low because I want to see her. She slowly lifts her dress off and tosses it to the floor and shimmies her panties down her legs.
I hold out my hand and she sits back down in front of me and I hit the button on the chair and it starts reclining. “Put ya legs over mine,” and watch as she does and then I raise my knees slightly and slowly spread our legs. I can hear her breathing pick up in anticipation.
Her hand slides up into my hair and my mouth is right next to her ear. “Look at ya, Jezebel. Body’s s’beautiful, so perfect,” I say, hands moving to cup her breasts, fingers pinching at her nipples. “Are ya wet fo’ me?
“Mmmm…yes,” she says, back arching as I pull her nipples hard.
“I wan’ ya drippin’ fo’ me an’ I’m no’ gonna make ya cum until ya drip ta this leather, understan’?”
She doesn’t respond so my hands slide down her stomach and my fingertips slide just inside her slit, moving up and down slowly and then down her inner thighs. “Do ya understand me Jezebel?” I ask again my hands sliding to her tits and pinching her nipples again, hard.
“Ahhh, oh god, yes! Yes, I understand!”
“Good girl. Gonna keep touchin’ ya now an’ I wan’ ya ta tell me when ya feel yaself drip, yeah?”
“Yes,” she pants out.
I want to just take my time with her and just worship her body. I wanted to do this last night but she needed to cum too bad for me to go slow but tonight…tonight we’re going slow. My hands slide over her soft skin. Both of her hands are in my hair now, her arms bent and I slide my hands down her sensitive inner arms, down over her armpits and the sides of her breasts, then her inner thighs. I slide my fingers up her thighs to the crease of her thighs and she shivers. I run circles on the top of her mound and lower stomach, lightly skating up her torso back to her breasts. I circle them and watch as her nipples harden under my light ministrations. “Love the way ya body responds ta me, Jezebel,” I breathe out, my lips kissing the shell of her ear. I pinch her nipples and she cries out, her hips lifting. I smirk, knowing it won’t be long now. I slide my hands down to her cunt and my fingers move to her clit and I circle slowly.
Her back arches and her hands tighten in my curls. “Ohhh…it happened!”
“Ya did it? Ya dripped ta the chair?”
She nods frantically.
“Good girl. Did s’good fo’ me, Jezebel. Now I have ta thin’ abou’ how ta make ya cum…” Her thighs pull on mine because she wants to close them. Yeah, Jezebel, I bet that would feel better, but I’m not ready for that…I wanna take my time. “Babe, wan’ ya ta listen very carefully, kay?” She nods her head and swallows hard. “No, baby… tanigh’, Imma need ya words, all nigh’… wanna hear ev’rythin’ from ya tanight an’ if it get’s ta be too much ya use our safeword, understan’?”
She sucks in a breath and I feel her nipples crinkle, fuck, if it doesn’t turn me on that it turns her on when we play. “Yes, I understand and if it gets to be too much,” she clears her throat, “I will use our safeword, ‘rainbow’.” Her head has rolled toward mine, her hips are grinding up, searching for something, trying to make me touch her…she’s panting at this point, “Are we going to play tonight, sir.”
My cock surges. Hard. And my hips grind up into her arse. Fuck! I should be ashamed at how it makes me feel when she uses ‘sir’. I wouldn’t ever ask her to address me that way…I don’t get off on dominating her that way, the fact that she does it because she wants to, because it turns her on when we play…makes me so hard. She’s gifting me her will. She’s gifting me her desire for passion and pleasure. And, Jesus, if that isn’t the sexiest thing in the world. Embracing her sexuality is the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed and will ever witness in my life. “Want ya ta sit righ’ here an’ wait fo’ me,” she loosens her grip on my hair, I know she’s disappointed that I’m gonna leave her, “I ‘ave summat tha’ I need ta do upstairs. I’ll try no’ ta take too long. I need ya ta wait fo’ me.” I kiss the side of her lips to soothe her disappointment. “Shh..shh…trus’ me?”
She takes a deep breath and lets it out, “Yes, sir, I trust you.”
“Trus’ me ta make this good fo’ us? Say it.”
“I trust you to make it good for us. You always do.”
“Do ya ‘no I love ya so much?”
“Yes, I know you love me so much.”
I help her stand in front of me, turn her toward me and kiss her tummy. “Tha’s righ’ I love you so much an’ tanigh’ I wan’ nothin’ more than ta show ya how much, I wan’ it all from ya…I wan’ ta make ya so ‘appy.”
“Jesus, Harry, you DO make me happy…but I will never ever turn down a chance to play with you.”
She slays me. Oh, who am I kidding, she OWNS me…and I wouldn’t fuckin’ have it any other way.
I stand and brush her hair behind her ears and kiss her lips. She tries so hard to deepen it, but I won’t have it. Tonight I wanna take her to the edge for a while… I guide her to sit down and place her hands out flat on the leather cushions and open her legs wide with both feet flat on the floor. “Wan’ ya ta stay right here, jus’ like this while I run up an’ ge’ some thin’s set up. Don’ move ya ‘ands or feet…no touchin’, kay?”
She pouts her lips out then looks up from under her lashes, “Yes, sir.”
I can’t help the smirk. She also wants to be a brat at this moment…I fuckin’ know that she wants to talk back. I decide to throw her bone…well, I’m gonna give her a bone soon…stop it Styles… “Wanna watch ya video?”
“Oh, please may I, sir?”
“Fuck, Jezebel…” I mutter under my breath as I inhale, “Killin’ me, baby…Yes, would love fo’ ya ta watch again.” I pull out my phone and reach for her necklace. I smile proudly. “Good girl, dinna move ya ‘ands. Ya deserve a little reward for tha’.” I lean down and suck first one nipple in my mouth and bite down, then kiss over to the other and do the same thing. She gasps and I hear her fingernails scratch on the leather as she closes her fists. I scan the charm and start the video and turn to leave. I turn back just for a second. The blue light from the video flashes on her beautiful soft skin and her eyes are fixed on the screen. Goddamn how lucky am I?
I stride toward the stairs, stop and make a quick detour to grab some bottles of water from the fridge. Might need hydration. Harry you are such a little freak I think to myself as I take the stairs two at a time to get to the bedroom. Luis did a great job setting out all the candles and leaving me a bag of fresh rose petals. Kinda cliché I know, but I don’t give a fuck about that…what we do is so far from cliché. I step into the closet and pull out our black bag. There’re some new things, but tonight I have plans for something I’d had discreetly delivered and wrapped while we were in Chicago. I pull out the long box with the black paper and silver ribbon and bow. I also pull out a bigger box and open it to the pink leather and velvet blanket. I ordered another just like the one we have in the pink room at the cottage. I hurry to lay it out on the bed, add the black gift and rush around lighting all the candles. The room is cast in the most beautiful light and the view from the wall of windows that overlooks the sea is incredible. I take a moment to strip down, shower quickly…I mean, I want her anticipating me, but not to the point of complete frustration. I slip on the black silk lounge pants she loves so much and grab the bag of rose petals. I toss several around the gift box and head out the door dropping a few along the way. When I get to the media room the screen is black, but the lights along the wall give a soft glow. She’s resting her head against the back of the seat, hands and feet still in place. Her eyes are closed until she senses I’m there and they pop open and she whimpers. As I move to stand between her legs, she starts to raise her arms and then stops and looks at me with pleading eyes. I nod my head in approval and reach my arms out for a hug. She reaches up for me as well her expression one of relief. I bend down and wrap her up, fuck her hands are freezing! “Shit, baby…ya cold…”
“No, I’m fine…just…happy you’re back, I missed you and I…I’m…aching for you. Watching the video just made it worse…It’s so good, H. So good. Thank you so much for making it.”
I smile and kiss her nose, “Made it fo’ only you…an’ it was mo’ than ma pleasure ta do it.” Her arms are tight on my neck and she doesn’t show any sign of loosening up. I chuckle and pull back to stand her. “Jump, babe.” She hops up and wraps her legs around my waist and I pull her in close with a hand on each arse cheek. Fuckin’ love her arse so much. I turn and head toward the door. She buries her head in my neck holds on tight. I can feel her wet pussy open and pressed against my abs. As I walk her body shifts and she makes a soft noise. “Gettin’ me wet, baby. Ya ready fo’ me?”
She picks her head up and rests her lips on the sweet spot below my ear. She whispers, “Yes, sir. I’m ready for whatever you have planned for us.”
Blood shoots to my cock and I stop at the bottom of the steps and turn to press her against the wall. I slide one hand toward her center and stroke the slit of her pussy and then hook my middle finger at the first knuckle and push it in her hole. Cream leaks around my finger and she grinds down on that finger tip groaning. “Harry…” she breathes.
“Fuck, baby…ya makin’ this hard fo’ me.” I wiggle my finger tip back and forth but don’t move it deeper. I just wanna stimulate her…I want her honey on my finger…on my lips and tongue. Love that it’s smeared on my abs, wanna smear it on my face, proud as fuck, to turn her on like this. I growl at that thought. I pull my finger tip out and slide it back and forth across the skin that leads from her hole to her arse hole. Her arse clenches and she breathes out. It’s taboo…it’s a mystery…it’s intimate…it’s personal…the touch is for a lover…it’s mine…it’s mine to touch. I pull back, press my forehead to hers and look into her eyes. “Tha’ ok, Jezebel?”
She searches my eyes back and forth, “Y..Yes, sir,” she says panting.
Jesus, I want her so much. I slant my head and open my mouth trying to take in as much of her as I can. I want her tongue on mine and she meets it stroke for stroke. I kiss and lick her mouth over and over absorbing her little breaths and sounds. Blood is pounding down into my throbbing cock and the need to fuck is strong. But just to fuck her…the need to fuck only her has me in a strangle hold. I need to bite her. I kiss along her cheek to her ear, down her neck to the place where it meets her shoulder and I suck the skin into my mouth and bite softly. She groans and arches her back. If I don’t get her upstairs soon she’s gonna cum just like this. Not that I fucking mind at all…I’ll take an orgasm from her any time. But I want her to cum for me like she only cums for me. I wanna take her to our lovespace and get a wet, powerful body orgasm from her. I want her cumming over and over. I pull my head back. “Hold on.” She holds me tight and lays her head on my shoulder like a child as I start up the steps.
“I love the rose petals,” she whispers as we reach the bedroom. “I don’t want you to think I didn’t notice them.”
I smile. And that’s my Lily. Noticing all things, even the little ones and thoughtful enough to thank me. Even when she’s blind with arousal, she’s thinking of my feelings. I set her down on her feet at the doors that lead to our bedroom and stop to brush her hair behind her ears. I kiss her again deeply. When I pull away I look into her eyes and smile. Eyes never leaving hers, I run my finger up my abs and gather the honey she’s left behind. Her eyes can’t help but watch my actions as I pull that finger up and put it in my mouth. The taste burst on my tongue, it’s earthy, sweet with a salty taste of sea air. And I’m addicted. Wrote a whole fuckin’ song about what I dreamt her cunt would taste like…she wasn’t mine then, but I write about what I think, dream, hope and experience…and she was a thought, a dream and now I’m making her my forever experience. No more life without her.
Her eyes flit from one to the other of mine and I feel like everything that just ran through my head, she heard. She sucks in her bottom lip and swallows hard as I pull my finger out of my mouth. I run that finger along her top lip and lean down to kiss it away. “I love you, Harry,” she whispers.
“I love you, Lily,” I say looking into her eyes. I open the door and brush my hand along her lower back guiding her into the room. She sucks in a breath and looks around. Her eyes are glassy as the flickering like shines in them. She walks to the bed and I take more than a moment to admire her arse. The way it bounces as she walks.
“Harrrryyy… is…is this the blanket from the pink room? Wha…? Wha…? How…?” she says as she looks around in astonishment.
Grinning smugly, “No, angel, I had another made and sent in…” I suck in both lips and then roll them out, “I, uh, wan’ed ta have the leather… on the bed….”
She blushes and looks down at her toes that have curled into the carpet. I step to her and tuck my knuckle under her chin, lifting her eyes to me. “Wan’ ya s’ much. Don’ hide from me, kay? No’ tanigh’.”
She starts to nod, then corrects herself, “I won’t, Harry.”
“Open ya gift.”
She smiles and her eyes twinkle. I don’t care what anyone says, a gift always brings a twinkle.
She sits on the foot of the bed and I sit next to her as she rips open the long box to a plain box. She opens the lid and I watch her eyes. She has a curious look, then a gulp, then a swallow and her eyebrows raise. She shivers as she pulls out the brass bar with two leather buckle cuffs on either end.
She swallows again, “Wh-What is it, sir?” she asks with a soft sweet voice.
My eyes close and I inhale hoping to get control. “Shall I show ya, love?”
“Yes.”
I lean forward and brush my hand down her cheek. “So sweet fo’ me, hmm? Crawl up on the bed, Jezebel…in the middle.”
She does exactly as she’s told and fuck me if she isn’t sexy even when she’s crawling around on the bed. Once she gets settled, she breathes in deeply and snuggles down on the blanket. “Leather…mmm…” she moans as she smooths her hands along the blanket. She reaches up to the top and slips her hand under to feel the velvet and smiles at me, “It’s just like the one at the cottage. Thank you.”
“Yeah, it’s jus’ like it. Spread ya legs fo’ me, Jezebel.” I grab the spreader bar and buckle both ankles in the cuffs.
“It’s a spreader bar?”
“Yes, baby, it’s a spreader bar…fo’ us…do ya like?”
She giggles and nods animatedly and I, in a rush of judgement, grab the bar with two hands and turn it and her over just enough to expose one side of her arse. Reaching up and I slap her arse. “Words, Jezebel.” I demand.
“Yes, sir, I love it…” she says coyly with her finger in her mouth and a expression of false innocence.
Laying her back over I raise my eyebrows in consternation, “Bet-tah…don’ forget.”
“I won’t forget.”
I hold the bar up raising her legs slightly and slowly, gently slide the bar open spreading her legs wide. Spreading them for me…
Her eyes roll and her hands scratch along the leather.
“This’ll hold ya open fo’ me.”
“Wh-What will you do?”
“Anythin’ I wan’… but first I’m gonna look, then ’m gonna touch, then…’m gonna…”
“Fuck,” she says finishing my sentence.
I capture her stare and she’s just stunning and perfect for me. “Mmm-hmm…then ’m gonna fuck…fo’ tha rest of ma life…spent a lot of time, Jezebel, dreamin’ abou’ bein’ wi’ ya…never dreamed I’d get ta explore this wi’ ya…wanna spend tha rest of ma life findin’ new ways ta show ya how madly in love I am wi’ ya an’ how perfect we are fo’ each other. Tanight, I wanna take ya ta a place where it’s only me an’ you. Wanna see ya surrender ta me…Can ya do tha’ fo’ me? Can ya lemme make ya feel good?”
Her breathing has picked up, “Yes, I wan’ that, please….”
I push the bar up the bed so she bends her knees. My god her pussy is wide open and glistening for me. Her clit is swollen and peeking out from its hood. It’s dying for my tongue and my tongue is dying to suck it. I suck in my lips and bite down on them. When I look up I see that she’s looking at my tented pants. I look down an there’s a wet spot from my precum. The sight makes my cock jump and the head tingle with the feel of the fabric on the sensitive slit.
“You’re leaking,” she says as she bites her bottom lip.
I smile smugly. “So are you…”
“Touche sir.”
“Tell me how ya got s’wet?”
“Your kisses…your words…your touch…your eyes…your body and your expressions…the way you love me, gets me very wet. That video, it touched my heart, my soul, and those things turn me on for you. I get wet with anticipation. I know you’re gonna fuck me in ways I couldn’t imagine ever experiencing and when we play…I get very wet.”
“I wan’ a taste of ma honey, tell me, Jezebel, do you like it when I put my mouth on ya cunt?”
“Your cunt…” she whispers, biting her forefinger and lifting her hips as if she’s offering herself to me.
“Jesus Christ, Jezebel…ya like ta play doncha?”
“Yes, sir…I like bein’ yours. Will you make me yours?”
Changing my mind on her being in the middle of the bed, I grab the bar and pull her down to the foot of the bed. I pull until the bar is up to my chest, her legs in the air and her arse almost to the edge. I rest the bar on my chest and smooth my hands down the sides of her legs. “Ya ARE mine, Lily. Been mine fo’ a long time. Bu’ now I ‘ave ya ‘eart… soul…ya body,” I move to smooth my hands down the insides of her legs, “tanight, I’m gonna remind ya.” I take a deep breath and close my eyes briefly, I cannot believe I have Lily Rose…Lily Rose…here…after all this time.
“Harry, I’m here…take me,” she says laying her arms above her head. Her hair is spread out above her from where I pulled her down the bed. The smell of the leather, the perfume of the candles and the smell of her skin…her pussy.
“Swear ta Christ, ya can read ma mind.” I take a minute to absorb everything…to feel the bar on my chest with her legs spread. That fuckin’ curl at the front of my head flops down as I look her over from head to pussy. Her eyes flit to it…says it turns her own when it falls down. Bugs the fuck outta me. Her pussy is pink and swollen, with her legs in the air I can see her wet hole dripping with her honey. She offers a salacious smile then bites the side of her bottom lip. She slides her hands down between her legs. I fix my eyes on her fingers as she uses them to open her lips further for me. Her head bends back in to the mattress and her lips pout as a long moan of need vibrates through her body.
“Oooo, Harrrryyy…kiss your cunt.”
A bear like growl escapes my lungs and I grab the bar from my chest back handed like when I’m lifting weights for my biceps. “Bend fo’ me Jezebel.” I push the bar down and she rests her feet flat on the mattress the bar resting on the leather spreading her legs wide. She goes one step further and relaxes her knees open, they don’t fall to the bed because of the cuffs, but they open up and she looks like a beautiful flower waiting for me to feast on her. Her tits have slid to the sides and her bee tattoo is peeking out and I see my initials…her body is marked as mine. My eyes skim down to where she’s holding her pussy lips open for me and I see my ring on her finger. That’s another mark of mine. She’s wearing my necklace and my anklet…Jesus, I’ve marked the woman head to toe. Arrogant, maybe…fuck that, she loves everything on her that reminds her she mine. I could fuck her right now. She’s ready…she open…she’s positioned, but I want that orgasm…I want that place where she’s feeling things she’s never felt before…where it’s almost too much. She wants my kiss…I fuckin’ wanna kiss her. I drop to my knees at the foot of the bed, lean forward where her fingers are and kiss first one then the other. Her fingers, like her toes, are painted a Pleasing pink. The shades of pink laid bare for me…I wrap my arms around her thighs and skate them down to her own hands and rest them there running my thumbs back forth over the knuckles. I place a soft kiss on her clit and her hole winks at me with clenched desire. Using my thumb to pull back the hood of her clit, I lick the exposed bundle of nerves and she jumps and raises her head to look down her body. “Sensitive?” I ask with my lips against her fingers.
“Just…it’s so…raw…so open,” she whispers like it’s a secret. It is…it’s our secret.
“Good. Keep ya eyes on me. Wha’ if I do this?” I point my tongue stiff and circle the bud slowly.
She blows out a long breath from pursed lips and then bites the bottom one when she inhales through her nose. “Mmmm,” she hums eyes tearing up from keeping them open to watch. They flit from my eyes to my tongue and back again. I push forward to latch my lips on the hard little pearl. Her tummy is quivering, and her tits shake as she absorbs the sensation. “Hahh…Hahhhh…Ahhh…Ahhh….” Her head and shoulders lift from the bed and her back curls up…”H…H…Haar...Haarry…Fuck…Fuck…Can I cum? Can I cum?”
I pull off with a pop and see just how much she’s dug her fingers into her pussy, “Shh…Shh… Don’ cum, baby…no’ yet.” She shivers and wiggles her hips ever so slightly from side to side. She grimaces with unreleased need…she’s shaking with control as the impending, driving orgasm relaxes and the desire settles deep into her body. “Still feel it?”
“Oh God…y…yes, sir.”
“Stay wi’ it, jus’ hold on, baby, hold on.” I latch on for one more suckle and she almost sits straight up with a scream. I pull back off and she drops to the bed breathing and whimpering.
“I wanna cum, please!”
I smooth her tummy and kiss the crease where her thigh meets her cunt, “Soon…swee’eart.” Standing up, I see her flushed body, she’s pulled her hands up to her tits, cupping them, like they ache. I’m inclined to put her out of her misery, but I know she knows how good this gets with patience. “Are ya comfor’able?”
She pushes herself up the bed just slightly so her knees aren’t bent so severely and then smiles at me. Oh that beautiful smile…she turns me inside out.
“Will you take off your pants?” she asks pushing her tits closer together and running her thumbs over her crinkled nipples. Those little raspberries are hard, kinda like me. She wants to see my cock. “Please, sir?” she pleads further.
I can’t resist her, even when she’s trying to top from the bottom. Her eyes fall down to where my thumbs run inside the waistband of my pants and I pull the elastic and give room for my very hard, very erect cock as I push them and they slide down my legs. I step out of them and kick them to the side. My sweet Lily…my sweet soft Lily…licks her lips…she literally licks her lips as I raise up and give her a full view. She bends her knees inward and tries to rub them together, but it’s a futile effort…the bar has her spread open too far. She sexy as fuck right now. I walk over to the black bag that holds our toys. I had an idea earlier in the night and I’m inclined to play it out. I unzip the black bag and pull out the object of my desire and the small bottle of lube. She gulps when I lay them on the bed just in her view. I step over and place my fingers under her chin to get her attention, “Yes?” I ask with a questioning expression.
She sucks in her lips and starts a nod then thinks better, “Yes, sir…,” she pants, “please…,” she arches her back, “…full,” is all she can manage.
I bend down and she offers her lips; I kiss her deeply. At this angle I can take in all of her mouth. I fist my cock, I’m practicing the utmost control I can manage. When I pull my mouth away, I catch her eyes on my dick as a drop of precum falls to the leather. Unashamed, she reaches over and swipes it up with her finger and pops it in her mouth. My nostrils flare and my jaw flexes, “Jesus, Jezebel….” She pulls her finger out slowly and then rubs it over her nipple all the while eyeing my cock. She moans and it’s the sweetest sound. While she looks on, I pick up the plug and show her the flat end that says “HiS”. “Harry Styles,” I say pointing to the H and S. “Ya mine….”
Then she does the sexiest thing…so unexpected…she picks up the lube and holds it up ready to help. She’s ready…she’s longing… “I love you, Harry.”
My cock surges and jumps. “Love ya s’much, Lily.”
She flips the lid on the lube and holds it ready to squeeze. Swear to god, it’s the sexiest thing ever. As I hold the plug out, she squeezes the lube onto the small bulb. I smooth on the clear gel as she looks up and grins. “Teamwork, huh?” I can’t help but breathe out a laugh and reach down with one hand to smooth the hair from her forehead and place a kiss there. I’m so fuckin’ in love with this woman, she gets me so perfectly.
Grabbing a pillow, I move back down to between her legs where I drop the pillow and fall to my knees. No sense in bustin’ my knees while I send my girl to the moon, I’m gonna rock her world. I lean forward and place a kiss on her mound and then down to where her clit is hiding under its hood. She moans and raises her head to look at me. “Pull ya legs up for me,” I place the plug on the bed and grab the bar and push it up until her knees are bent back almost to her sides. “Ya ok?”
She groans and her pussy dribbles down, as she grabs her legs under the knees and holds them back. “Yes, I’m good… sir.”
“Good girl, hold still fo’ me.” I smooth a hand down the back of her thigh and thumb her clit back and forth. Between her legs I can see her face, she’s looking at me in anticipation. I kiss the back of her thigh then run my finger down her slit from clit to hole. I push in my forefinger and pull out her honey then slide the wet finger down to her arse. Her honey has already trickled down, but I gently circle the rosette with the pad of finger. Her pussy weeps more honey. “Feel good?”
“I think it shouldn’t, but it does. Dunno why, but it does Harry, it does,” she pants rolling her head to one side.
I kiss her clit. “Baby, don’ question it…wha’ we do is ours…love the way we make love.” Everything about her body turns me on. The way her clit pokes out and her body melts for me. Feeling braver, I breach the puckered hole to my first knuckle and she arches her back.
“Oh my god…,” she slurs as she arches her back. I lean forward and suck on her clit. I suck hard and she squeals out my name. “Harry! Harrryyyy! Ohgodohgodohgod!”
I pull and suckle and lash at her little pearl and she squirms with my finger part of way inside her. As much as I want her to cum…I wanna get her on the edge and leave her there for a bit before I let her fall. I pop off, “Ready fo’ more, darlin’?”
“Yes! I’m ready…please…” she whimpers and pulls herself up resting on her elbows and watching me.
I put the small bulb of the plug to her bum hole. We’ve only done this once before…in the swing but she did so well. Thumb to her clit once again, I apply enough pressure to push in a little bit. She drops her head and whines. “Eyes baby,” she picks her head up and looks down her body to meet my eyes. “Breathe fo’ me baby, breathe. In…,” I take a deep inhale and she does as well, “Out,” I say as I exhale and push the plug in a little deeper. Her eyes water and she pants out her breath. “Doin’ so good, Jezebel, so good. This time push out a little,” I say as I inhale with her and when she exhales I push in as she pushes out. I circle her clit, she shivers and her body is covered in goosebumps. She grimaces and holds her breath with a whine. “I know, baby, I know…almost there, widest part, one more breath….” She takes in a breath and when she exhales I push it in all the way. It pops past the band of muscle and the base rests against her body. She drops her head back for a moment then pulls it back up to look down at me. I see it in her eyes. They’ve glazed over and she’s…lost… My eyes flit down…The “HiS” on the base is reading sideways, with a smirk, I reach down to turn the base until it reads proper. She falls back with a soft thud and a gasp…the same gasp I get when I fuck her. I fuckin’ love that gasp. I lean back just so I can see my handy work. As much as I love the view, I need to get to her eyes, so I rise and crawl onto the bed next to her. Cuddling in close to her, I brush the hair from her face and kiss her cheek. Her forehead is beaded with sweat, “How ya holdin’ up, angel?” I kiss down her neck to her sternum and shoulder.
Her eyes are heavy lidded, “Ish sho full,” she slurs again.
I slide my hand up her tummy to her tits, cup one and latch onto the nipple and suckle softly.
“Ahh…ahhh…fushck…,” she murmurs with a slack jaw and drops her feet to the bed flat. The action must increase the pressure in some super intense way because she curls her tummy up and whines in a sing song fashion.
I grin on her tit and softly rake my teeth along the sensitive tip.
“Tell me, love, wha’ jus’ happened?”
“Can feeshl it on our shpot. Ish pushin’ tighsht. Feelsh incredishble…floashting…”
I chuckle and kiss her wet mouth. Her bottom lip is red and swollen from biting it. I can’t hold back my desire to touch her again, so I glide my hand down until I reach her clit, I circle it once and then, slither down to the base of the plug and without any warning, I tap it with three fingers…once and then again. Her body jumps and she gasps out each time.
I push up to kiss under her ear. “Ya floatin’ baby…hmm…don’ lose ma voice, kay.” I circle her clit again over and over, “Love it when ya get lost…I need ta make ya cum.” She turns her head toward me and I rub my nose along hers and rest my lips against hers. I plunge my middle finger in her pussy as deep as I can. “Fuck!” The plug rakes along my finger tightly, “Shit, did tha’ hurt?”
Her mouth opens against mine and cups my cheek, “No…itsh, jush preshure…oh, Harry, mmmm…shoo good.”
I smile and she smiles too…I curl my finger and swirl around the spongy spot on her upper wall… “This is my spot, Jezebel. This spot,” I wiggle the pad of my finger against it, “this is Harry’s home, ‘s all swollen, ya full, darlin’, ya gon’ gush ya honey all over me…hmm? Don’ hide it from me…’m beggin’ for ya ta cum like ya only do fo’ me.” I grind my cock against her hip. Her eyes roll back when I pull my finger out and push it back in adding my ring finger. I begin a push and pull with my fingers using the palm of my hand to rub her clit on each push inside. It’s tight, but she’s so wet. The feel of the bulb makes my cock surge wanting to get in on this. Soon, buddy, soon. Her breath is picking up as she slaps her hand back down on the bed. She swallows and shakes her head slightly like she’s getting her wits about herself.
“Oh my god…oh my god…it’s…I..ungh…ungh…I..I…please…,” her hand reaches down to where mine is and then she raises her head to look down. “I…I…I’m…it’s…woah…woah,” she cries out and starts pushing on my hand, “No, no, no…H..Haaarr….” She turns her eyes to mine and I see the tears before they start to fall.
“It’s no’ stoppin’ is it, baby? Don’ stop…don’ stop…cum fo’ me…come on…cum fo’ me…” I’m sliding my fingers in and out at a steady pace and the sounds of her wetness is as sexy as her whining. The balloon burst and she pulls her knees up as I feel the by intense clenching just as the wetness gushes past my fingers.
The look of abandon, ultimate surrender on her face has me griding against her hip. “’M righ’ ‘ere, Lily…ya safe righ’ ‘ere. I love ya, don’ ya dare stop on me.”
“Can’t st..st..op…!”
I pull my fingers out and circle her wet clit over and over and over, then slide them down inside her again. I pulse them and she shrieks and tries to roll her body over with a guttural groan, more wetness leaks from her cunt. God damn that’s hot. I’m a greedy arsehole…I want more…so I thrust them over and over to keep the orgasm rolling. Her tummy is contracting over and over and her thighs are quivering.
“Ungh…Ungh…Ungh…I can’t…I can’t…it’s too much…too much…”
“Ya ready fo’ me, baby?”
“YES! Yes! Please!” she sobs out. I scramble to the foot of the bed and reach for first one buckle on her ankle and then the other. I toss the bar to one side as she stretches her legs out. I kiss the inside of each ankle and rub them softly to soothe where they’ve rubbed her skin. She pulls them away and plants her feet on the bed flat. “Make love to me, Harry…I want you inside me, please.”
I stand between her legs and take in the beautiful sight before me. She’s clenched down on my plug…her pussy is wet and creamy, clit standing out from it’s hood, but it’s her face, she’s flushed, hair wild, lips swollen, eyes bright with arousal and love…
“I need you,” she whimpers breathily reaching for my hands.
I grab her hand and pull her up toward me. I need to get her up on the bed. I can’t fuck her properly from this edge of the bed. She needs me close when she’s like this. She grimaces as I pick her up. “Ya wan’ it out?”
She’s wrapped around me, all arms and legs. “No, leave it, please,” she whispers in my ear. I kiss her shoulder and step to the side of the bed and gently lay her down. She scoots up and I pump my cock as she rests back, her body open and ready for me. I kneel between her legs and drape my body across hers. She coos softly at the feel of my weight on her. “S’beau’iful, baby. Love ya so much. When ya ready pu’ me inside ya.” She slips her hand between our bodies and positions my cock at her entrance. “’ll go slow, tell me ‘f ya need me ta stop. Keep ya eyes on me.”
“Yes, sir,” she says softly.
I start to push in and immediately I feel the hardness from the plug. It drags along the underside of my shaft. “Jesus…fuckin’ hell, Jezebel. My god…ya ok?”
She gasps as I push in the final couple of inches. She’s only been this full one other time. “’m ok…it’s a…lot.”
I kiss her lips then her cheeks, her nose…when I pull back her eyes are closed, I lean down and kiss each eyelid. “Bu’ does it feel good, darlin’?”
She smiles and her doe eyes look into mine, “It…It feel sooo good…I mean, that orgasm has me so sensitive and so…open.”
Resting my forehead to hers I slowly pull out and then push back in. Pull out and push back in. She smooths her hands down my back and on to my arse and she pulls my hips closer to her. “Don’t hold back, Harry, take me.”
I close my eyes at that urging, then open my mouth over hers…I want all of her…I want so much my chest hurts. My tongue plunges in her mouth the way I drive my cock in to her. I rest on my elbows and cup my hands on the top of her head as we move together. Her tits are pressed against my chest. It feels so fucking amazing. SHE feels so fucking amazing. Then she pulls her knees up high on my hips and the next thrust goes even deeper. I can feel that fuckin’ plug base on my balls… “Fuck, Lily…ya feel s’ fuckin’ amazin’.” I thrust and hold deep…we’re both breathing hard against each other’s lips.
“You ok, H?” she says running her fingers through the hair on the back of my head.
“Yeah, jus’ don’ wanna lose it, yet.” I say squeezing my eyes shut and then open. Get your shit together, Styles!
“Kiss me,” she whispers.
Pulling back just a few inches I look into her eyes. I want her to see how much I love her. I see it in her eyes, they shine with love and I’m the lucky arsehole on the receiving end. I’m ravenous for her lips and left breathless with her desire. I need to fuck her. Not just because I need to cum. I need her pleasure on me. I pull back and she furrows her brow and bites the side of her bottom lip. When I push back her eyes roll back and she smiles. “Ahhh…,” she whines, “Don’t stop…”
I pick up a steady pace and we move together so perfectly. A lovers dance. I kiss her cheek to her ear. “Ya so good…we’re so good together.” Her body is so close, her skin smooth and warm against mine. Her breathing has picked up and she’s whimpering. “Ya gon’ cum fo’ me, darlin’? Hmm? Wan’ ya ta cum on my cock.” I stop and grind my hips down and swivel them rubbing her clit with my pelvis. She holds her breath on an inhale and I feel the fluttering before I see it on her face. “There she is…Yesss…Mmmm, baby, yeah…squeeze me. Fuck…Fuck…Fuck…”
“Faster, H…I want more, please,” she rasps as her cunt pulses on me.
I thrust faster and harder my upper body never leaving hers, my mouth over hers breathing her in. Her orgasm barrels through like a freight train that rolls straight from her on to me. My skin feels alive as I feel her fist my hair with one hand and scratch my back with the other. Her body clenches and I’m barely hanging on as I continue to fuck into her.
“Cumming…Cumming…Hahh…Hahhh…HARRY!” she cries out.
“Fuck yeah! Lemme hear it….” God, I love it when she calls out for me. I’m throbbing hard for her as I grit my teeth. I want her on top of me. Now. Straightening my legs, I roll over, much to her surprise. Her knees hit the bed and she immediately begins to fuck herself on me. She hovers over me on her hands and knees. Her fuckin’ tits swaying along my chest. “Don’ wanna cum…wan’ this ta last…”
She presses her lips to mine and whispers, “We can make love all week, H. I need to feel you cum. Just a year ago we ended the night with a kiss, and now look at us…don’t fight it.” She closes her eyes and clenches as she slides up and down on my shaft. When the underside of my cock head is squeezed with that plug, my balls tighten. “Fuck, Harry, I’m cumming again…,” and she’s gone. She’s contracting and quivering and I lose the battle to hang on.
“Grrrrrr….Fuck! Fuck!” I grab her arse and pull her down on me so I’m buried deep. My cock pulses and throbs as my cum fills her up. I’m vibrating and wracked with aftershocks. “God damn, Jezebel!”
She’s kissing me before I have a chance to think. It’s a soft, sweet exchange, before she pulls away only far enough to say, “Best year ever.”
Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her close, “Even bet’tah years ta come, baby.”
I roll he over and lay her out before I gently remove the plug. I kiss her knee once it’s out, “Ya good?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Nah, jus’ Harry, babe.” I rub her knee.
“Yeah, I’m alright, Harry.” She stretches her legs out and I see the flinch and her facial expression reflecting those the sore muscles.
“Baby, ya sore, I see it…Le’s ‘ave a bath, yeah?”
Thirty minutes later we’re soaking in a tub full of lavender vanilla scented bubbles. Lily is sat between my legs, resting back against my chest. There’s a whirl of curls twisted up on top of her head and with little pieces stuck wet to her neck.
Her eyes are closed in drowsy satisfaction. I smile with smug pride.
“Harry?”
“Hmm?” I kiss the side of her head and lean mine gently against hers.
“I have a anniversary gift for you, but…it’s not nearly as spectacular as yours.”
I squeeze her tight, “Jesus, Lily…we aren’t like tha’, okay? I love ya, an’ I jus’ wan’ ya, understand?” I kiss her ear, “Jus’ you, ya life, ya world, ya time…tha’s wha’ I wan’. I’m in love wi’ ya, I wanna build a life wi’ ya…an’ wha’ev’r ya ‘ave ta give ta make tha’ happen, tha’s wha’ I wan’. An’ ‘ll move mountains ‘f I hav’ ta ta build this life, tagether. I jus’ wanna make ya ‘appy.”
She sniffles and turns so she can offer me her lips. Cradling her back in my arms, I happily oblige. Her hand slides up my chest, my neck and into my hair on the back of my head. “I just wanna make you happy too, Harry. You have this great big world of joy and happiness you bring to so many others and they bring to you. I just wanna give you that little escape…a place where you and I get to just be. I don’t come with a family or loads of friends, so all I have to offer is…me.”
I shake my head with furrowed brows as I hold her stare. She just has no idea. SHE is the gift. SHE is what I want. “Ya wha’ I wan’, this,” I point back and forth between us, “is wha’ I wan’…all of it…I wan’ those fuckin’ mismatched fuzzy socks tha’ ya wear ta bed an kick off in tha middle of tha nigh’ then end up leavin’ behind at ev’ry fuckin’ hotel we stay at. I wan’ the crazy police reports strung out on the floor an’ the silly conversations ya ‘ave wi’ yaself when ya focused on a case, I wan’ the way ya can’ keep ya fingers away from ya mouth when ya nervous an’ the way ya skin flushes when ya turned on,” I brush my thumb along her cheekbone, “All of those thin’s are ma gifts.” She shivers and fiddles with the cross on my neck. I break out into a childish grin. “Le’s get outta here swee’eart an’ ya can give me tha’ gift.” What can I say, I’m a sucker for a present.
I use the handheld to rinse us off and step out, grab a towel and hold it open for her as she steps out. Wrapping the towel and my arms around her I lean in for a kiss.
“Mmm…yumm,” she opens her mouth to suck on my tongue.
“Easy, darling.” I reach down and adjust my semi. She wiggles an arm out of the towel and brushes her fingers through the hair around my cock. Why the fuck is that so god damned sexy, and feel so fucking good? It’s so familiar, so personal.
“My gift will warm us up,” she says as she rises on tip toes to kiss the mole to the side of my mouth. She loves to do that.
“Hmm…interestin’…”
She smirks and says, “But not that way…c’mere and I’ll show ya.” She saunters out of the bathroom discarded towel left behind. Her arse on full display. Jesus, I’ll never get enough of her. In the bedroom she carefully folds down the pink leather and velvet blanket to the white duvet below, then she asks me to get in on the bed and close my eyes, which I happily do.
I hear her unzip a bag in the closet, then her sigh as she walks back into the bedroom. I feel a whoosh of air, and something drops to the duvet below. She’s flitting around the sides of the bed, but I have no idea what for. Apparently satisfied with her work, I hear her take a deep breath. “OK, you can open your eyes.”
I open and laid out is a beautiful crocheted blanket in the colors of the sunset, reds and peaches and oranges. The colors all seem to fade in and out on each other. I brush my hand along the top and pull the edge closest to me up where I can see the individual stitches. I’m astonished. “Lily…d’ya…is this wha’ ya been workin’ on all these weeks?”
“Yeah, I did it in four small pieces so you wouldn’t see me working on it, then I stitched them together to make this bigger blanket…something big enough to cover us both.”
I bite my bottom lip and shake my head from side to side. “Baby, it’s…oh my god, it’s fuckin’ incredible! Ya made this…fo’ me…?!”
She pulls the blanket edge up and crawls under in front of me and looks on with wide eyes. “Yeah, I stitched and learned and had to pull it apart and start over, just about a zillion times, but once I got the hang of it, it became easier and I could experiment on creative ways to stich a row.” She proudly grabs the edge of one side and holds it up for me to see. She so fuckin’ cute my heart swells, “The edges are my own pattern. See it’s a scalloped edge with a little extra stitch in the middle to make it interesting,” she says with infectious pride and excitement.
I grin and smooth my hand over the blanket as she goes on about stitches and hooks and something about a half-double something and a single something and honestly it all sounds like coffee orders to me. But the look on her face is as much the gift as the blanket. I can’t take it anymore. I reach up, cup her cheeks and devour her mouth. She tries to protest, but instead just gives in. I push her over onto her back and lay to the side of her. I pull away for just a moment, “Thank ya, Lily. It’s such a fuckin’ sweet gift an’ I wan’ it wi’ me always.”
“Really?” she asks hopefully.
I smile, so fuckin’ cute. “Yeah, really! It’s fuckin’ awesome, it jus’ needs one thin’…” I smirk and smooth my fingers down to her nipple.
She arches her back and fists the blanket at her sides. “Hahharry…” she moans.
“We need ta make love under it, then wrap up in it an’ have a cuddle.”
She smooths her fingers down the side of my face and I turn my head in to kiss her hand just before I grab it and thread my fingers between hers then pin it to the bed by her head. “These fingers made this fo’ me.”
She offers a sexy smirk and says, “And these fingers have made me cum so many times. Harry, make me cum again.”
“Fuck…babe, ya ta sore fo’ this?” I ask secretly hoping she’s ready for more because I’m hard as a rock.
She shakes her head, “No, I’m not sore…I wan’t more.”
I kiss along her jaw, neck, sternum, between her tits then look up to see a completely blissed out smile on her face. I kiss my way back up to her ear. “Wan’ my tongue, Jezebel?”
Her back arches, pushing her tits against my chest, her hands gripping my shoulders hard. “Yes…your mouth…mmm…I love it…want your mouth…”
I smirk against her ear, push my hard dick against her, and watch as her eyes flutter. “Ya made me hard again, Jezebel. Ya gon’ let me fuck ya again?”
She licks her lips and nods her head. “You know I will, Harry,” she says seductively, against my lips.
“Fucks sake, Lily. Make me crazy, know tha’?”
She smirks and nods.
“Ya minx…” I’m trying to sound exasperated but I know I’m failing as I can’t help but smile. I kiss her chin and then down her neck, making sure to drag my hair across her skin. I know it drives her crazy and I smirk when she moans. I kiss down her neck to her breasts and my hands cup them before I take first one nipple in my mouth and then the other. Her hands tangle in my hair and I swirl my tongue around her nipple and bite down loving the moan that leaves her mouth. “S’soft, ma Jezebel. Skins s’soft…love the way it feels under ma lips.”
She sighs above me and meets my gaze as my kisses trail over her tummy and belly button. “Ya like when I kiss ya tummy?”
She giggles and sighs out a yes.
I grab her ankles and push her legs out and open. “This ok?”
“Yes, I’m good.”
I kiss her inner thighs and the crease of her thigh and down the sides of her swollen pussy lips.
“Harry…”
She’s right…I’ve edged her enough tonight. “‘S’ok Jezebel. Gon’ give ya wha’ ya need,” I breathe out against her skin and she shivers. Licking a stripe up her slit causes her to moan out and pull my hair. My licks are soft and slow, just enjoying her taste and the noises above me. I’m lost in her…so lost that it surprises me when her thighs start shaking around my head and I hear her breathy call of my name. I hold her hips down and keep up my ministrations as she cums for me. My tongue is still gently lapping at her clit when she tugs my hair and shivers again. “Harry….”
“Wha’ do ya need Jezebel?”
“You! Inside me, please!” She begs me, head thrown back, hands pulling my head from her sensitive flesh.
“Anythin’, Jezebel. Give ya anythin’,” I say kissing back up her body and pressing a kiss to her bee tattoo. I lay my body back over hers, pulling her legs up high on my sides, grunting as the underside of my cock brushes against her pussy. “I love ya, Lily Rose. I’ve always loved ya,” I breathe out, my hips rocking against her.
“I love you, Harry. Always,” she says, canting her hips up to meet mine.
“Fuck, Jezebel. Ya ready fo’ me? Can ya take me again?” Hands pushing her hair behind her ears.
She smiles her most beautiful, contented smile. “Can you go slow? I can take you if you go slow.”
“I’ll go slow, baby. Wanna go slow. Wanna make love ta ya,” I say pressing a kiss to her lips as I slide my hand between us and position myself at her entrance. “Lift ya hips, Jezebel. Take me.” I watch her eyes as she lifts her hips and the head of my cock pops in. “Good girl. Ya take me s’well,” as I move my hips flush to hers, bottoming out. I stay still just enjoying the way she feels wrapped around me. I pull back and slowly thrust back in. I can’t take my eyes off of her…the way her mouth opens, her breath warm on my skin.
She circles her hips and we both moan out.
“Keep doin’ tha’, Jezebel.”
She circles her hips again and her head pushes back into the pillow, but she doesn’t break eye contact.
I keep up my slow strokes and she keeps circling, kissing each other with eyes open as we move closer to our releases. This is a dance we’ve done a million times but it never gets old.
She raises her arms above her head and my hands skate up her arms, my fingers entwining with hers. “I’m close…mmm…god…you feel so good…ungh!”
I press my lips to hers and pick up the pace just a little bit. “Cum fo’ me, Jezebel. Give me ya honey.”
We’re panting against each others mouth…both of us close and then her back is arching and she’s pulsing around me. God, she feels so good and I can’t believe I get her like this. “Lily, Lily, Lily!” I cry out as I finally cum and slump against her body, both of us panting. I move off of her as best I can burying my face in her neck. My hands grope to the side of her for her beautiful crocheted blanket and I pull it up over us. I kiss the side of her neck. “Thank ya fo’ ma blanket, Jezebel.”
She giggles and my heart swells with so much love it feels like it’ll burst. I reach my other hand back and tuck the blanket under her, cocooning us. I sigh as her hand pushes my hair back on my forehead and back through my hair, my thoughts running back through our shared history through now. I press a kiss to her neck and breathe in her scent. Lily…my Lily, I think. Wanted ya for so long. I’d given up and then that flicker of hope…and then I bullied a confession out of ya. My eyes flutter closed as her fingers move over my scalp. “I love ya, Lily Rose.”
“I love you, Harry Styles.”
My hand slides from her hip to her breast, thumb rubbing over her nipple gently. Not trying to rile her up, just enjoying the way her skin feels under my fingers as my eyes get heavy and close.
I wake up a few hours later flat on my back, my Jezebel snuggled up next to me and I smile. She’s so perfect for me and she makes me happier than I ever been. I finger her engagement ring, and I can’t wait to make her my wife. The urge gets stronger everyday. I stretch and yawn, looking out the huge glass doors at the ocean, and I think I might go for a swim. I gently get out of bed so as not to wake her and then grab my phone and place an order for cronuts, smiling as I do. I know that’ll make her happy.
I come back in from my swim and chuckle as I dry myself off. She’s still asleep. I check my phone and see the DoorDash has arrived and go to the front door to bring it in and plate it. Just as I get her pastry on the plate, she comes into the kitchen naked as the day she was born. “Good morning, Jezebel.”
“Good morning. Is that breakfast?”
I chuckle. “It is. Your favorite.”
She moves around to the counter and her eyes go wide as she sees the Cronut. “Oh my god, thank you!” She says, grabbing the plate and taking a bite.
“Ya welcome, Jezebel,” I say kissing her quickly.
We sit at the breakfast bar and eat our pastries and sip our coffees.
“Did ya have a good time las’ nigh’, Jezebel?”
She blushes and leans in to kiss me. “I had the best time. Thank you.”
She’s licking her fingers and groaning as she finishes her Cronut and I chuckle. “Ya cute, know tha’.”
“My obsession with breakfast is cute?”
“It’s adorable,” I say kissing her lips.
She blushes and smiles. “What are your plans for today?”
“Hangin’ out wi’ ya. Tha’s it. Ya the only thin’ on my agenda.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
We spend the rest of the day just hanging out. We walk along the beach and hang out by the pool. The ocean is too cold for most people to swim in this time of year. Honestly, I just like spending time with her.
The days came and went no matter how fuckin' hard I tried to keep time from moving along. We deliberately spent the days lounging, talking, playing scrabble, taking walks along the beach and making love just trying to be together. Late thursday afternoon, Lily mentioned a craving for sushi, so I called in a favor and had Nobu brought in for the evening. I’d just gotten off the phone when she comes walking in wearing the white bikini I have come to adore this week. She walks up and lifts on tiptoes to kiss me, "What're you up to mister?"
“Thought we'd 'ave Nobu out on the deck an' watch tha sun set."
Luis brings the Nobu bags in and we watch from the loungers as he sets everything up. I’m lucky to have him. He’s efficient, discreet and doesn’t mind that I like to walk around naked, although right now he can’t tell since I have the most beautiful girl in the world in between my legs, covering up the goods.
“Just text me if you need anything else, boss man.”
“Will do. Thanks for everything.”
“I’ll just let myself out,” Luis says and then he’s down the stairs and gone.
“It’s sexy that they call you boss man,” she says, kissing the edge of my mouth.
I chuckle. “Is it?”
She nods. “It’s sexy watching you control your world, H. You’re polite but know what you want and I dunno…that’s sexy,” she says, turning around in my lap and straddling me and then reaching for the chopsticks. She picks up a salmon roll (my favorite) and I open my mouth but she drops it and we both watch as it rolls down her body and lands on her thigh. I can’t help but laugh at the disgusted look on her face. She throws the chopsticks on the floor of the deck and picks the salmon roll from her thigh and I open my mouth again.
She pops it in my mouth and smiles. “Got it in there this time,” she says, giggling.
“So tell me…are ya still talkin’ ya tha’ girl from Brazil?”
She smiles and feeds me another bite. “Yes! Her name is Sophia and I’ve been researching her case. It’s sad, really. The police there don’t seem to care and it’s pretty apparent that her aunt and uncle are somehow involved in her parent’s death. She’s concerned about her younger sister, Felicity, whose still living with them. I’m not sure how I can help but I’ll try as best I can. We have plans to meet up when we’re there.”
I furrow my brow. I hope she can help her. “Is she coming to my show?”
I watch as she swallows and shakes her head no. “She wants to but money’s tight. Felicity was pretty devastated.”
“She has ta come an’ bring her sistah, Jezebel. They can come as my special guests. It’s the least we can do fo’ them.”
She smiles and pecks a kiss to my lips. “I was going to ask but hadn’t gotten around to it yet, but thank you. This’ll mean the world to them. I like her, H. We’ve gotten close and I want to help.”
“We’ll help her anyway we can. ‘S ya an’ me, Jezebel,” I say kissing her quickly.
We take turns feeding each other and I can’t help but play with the ties on her string bikini. She looks good in it but I want to see her body. She pops another piece in my mouth - a spicy shrimp this time - and I pull the string of her bow on the top and she yelps as the wind blows the top up.
“Take it off, Jezebel. Wanna see ya beautiful body.”
She looks around as if someone is gonna pop up from the sand.
“It’s a private beach, baby. No one’ll see. Please,” I beg her, hands moving to cup her gorgeous tits. “God, I love these tits,” I breathe out.
“Ok,” she says quietly as she pulls the string around her neck and tosses her top to the floor.
“Bottoms now, Jezebel.”
“Really?” She says, eyes wide.
“Yeah, really,” I chuckle out, fingers undoing the ties on either side of her hips. Her poor bikini bottoms are hanging off of her but god, it’s a gorgeous sight. “Lift up.”
She sucks her lips in her mouth but does what I ask and then she gasps as I yank the fabric out from under her and she sighs as she sits back down on me, skin to skin.
My eyes flutter as I feel her warm cunt on my dick. She’s getting wet…I can feel it on my skin. I groan. “Wan’ any more?”
“No, I’m good.”
“Good, because I’m ready fo’ dessert,” I rasp raising her hips and moving her back and forth over my hard cock.
“How abou’ it, Jezebel? Ya wan’ dessert?”
She nods and I press my lips to hers, my tongue licking at her lips. Dessert never tasted so good.
How does Error's realm work, like are you shrunk or are you teleported in there, or MAYBE you are teleported in there, but he is just gigantic.
It's the latter. Once you are taken to the pocket dimension, it is as if you've entered a whole new multiverse. You are the same size, just put into the charm.
If the charm was destroyed, it's like destroying a multiverse.
