by Ashley Love
I gasp when he bends down to kiss it, fingers peeling back the elastic of my underwear, his lips smudging my skin lightly before covering me again, his hands moving to push the material of my nighty higher and higher. He bids me to sit up and I do, feeling his hands slide around my ribs before letting the fabric fall and I watch as he takes one long, slender finger and traces it along the low neckline, causing goose bumps to break out over my chest. He leans down, placing kisses on the tops of my breasts and I sigh, letting my head fall back, one arm locking behind me to support my weight, the other hand delving into his mass of curls. His lips move over the thin fabric of the nightie and he licks at my nipple, puckered beneath the fabric. It takes a moment to feel the wetness from his mouth seep through the material, but when it does I groan low in my chest as my belly coils with want.
His hands slip around my back, reaching for the laces of my nighty and tugging until I feel the fabric loosen and his hand is warm against my now bare skin. His fingers walk up my spine, palms pressing flat against my shoulder blades as he parts the fabric more, the thin straps falling from my shoulders. He pulls back slightly, panting as my breasts are exposed to him and he immediately presses his mouth to my breast bone, dragging his lips down and I let my body fall backwards in pleasure as his hands push the fabric down over my hips, thumbs hooking in my panties as he goes.
He sits back, tugging the material from my legs and tossing it aside, leaving me completely exposed to his hungry gaze. He takes my thighs in his hands and opens my legs wide, and I feel a prick of bashfulness as he licks his lips slowly. A slow smirk pulls at his mouth. "I have an idea," he says, and slides off the bed.
"Where are you going?" I ask, slightly alarmed, as he bounces out the French doors.
"Don't move," he calls over his shoulder and I sigh, falling back against the pillows, closing my legs. "Hey, I said don't move."
I look up and find him standing in the doorway, one of the huge bowls of ice cream in his hand, chocolate to be exact, and a spoon in the other. I quirk an eyebrow at him and he grins mischievously at me. He dips the spoon into the ice cream and brings it to his lips, sucking the spoon into his mouth before letting it slide out slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. Suddenly my breathing has gone shallow and all I can possibly think about is him standing in the doorway, jeans low on his slim hips, bare chest glowing in the dim light, sucking on that spoon like... well... damn, is it hot in here?
"You said you wanted ice cream, baby," he says lowly, smirking at me in a giddy way. I bite my lip to contain my smile. His voice is soft, but chiding as he says, "Now, I told you not to move."
I bite my lip again, spreading my legs wantonly and I can't believe I'm actually doing this. He can't either judging by the look on his face. He grins like it's Christmas morning as he approaches the bed, digging the spoon into the bowl and tugging it back out again, a giant mound of ice cream clinging to the end.
"Harry Styles, don't you dare!" I exclaim, trying to scramble backwards as he crawls onto the end of the bed.
"What?" he asks innocently. "I was just gonna feed it to you."
I narrow my eyes at him suspiciously and he grins at me in that charming way that he has, biting his lip as he leans over me, bringing the spoon to my lips but he's not quick enough, a drop of chocolate splashing against my chest, causing me to jump and yelp as the coldness slips over the mound of my breast. Harry watches it for a moment, his wide eyes meeting mine before breaking out into a grin and dipping his head and snaking his tongue out, lapping up the sticky liquid. He licks his lips as he pulls back, his gaze smoldering before he crushes his mouth to mine.
I'm so lost in the kiss that it's a huge shock when he drags the spoon down the valley between my breasts and down my stomach to my belly button. I whine at the coldness, my nipples hardening almost painfully and he grins at me as he sets the bowl next to us on the bed before he dips his head. I gasp as his mouth drags down my body, tongue licking at the sweet stickiness on my skin. My mouth falls open as I watch him flatten his tongue just above my belly button and he watches me as he licks all the way up, not stopping until he reaches the center of my chest where he places a soft kiss.
"You were right," he whispers, licking his lips. "This stuff is good." He leans in to kiss me slowly before leaning back on his knees, brandishing his spoon, rivers of chocolate snaking down his hand and forearm. He smirks at me again as he brings the spoon down, coating my nipple and it's so cold I cry out, whimpering and squirming as he does the same to the other.
"Harry, that's cooooold," I whine as he drops the spoon in the bowl, rubbing his thumbs over my hardened peaks, slick and sticky with the creamy chocolate.
He doesn't respond, just bends down to suck one into his mouth, his tongue flicking it relentlessly and my back arches, pressing my body up against him as pleasure shoots down to my center. I moan his name, fingers digging into his hair as he switches, cupping both my breasts in his hands as he sucks at my nipples, pressing his hips to mine, the denim of his jeans teasing me.
He pulls back from me and I'm panting, tossing my head about and rolling my hips up into him the best I can. The only thing I can concentrate on is the pleasure he gives and the ache in my belly, the need for him. When he doesn't touch me again I open my eyes to find him digging another large scoop of ice cream from the bowl.
"Harry, what are you—" But it's cut off by a sharp yelp as he lets the scoop fall onto my stomach, drops of creamy liquid sliding down my sides, melting instantly against my flushed skin.
"Making a sundae," he smirks, leaning over me and licking at the scoop, and my stomach quivers, my hips twitching restlessly.
He situates his body between my legs, his chest pressing against my center as he laps at the ice cream, flicking his cold tongue against my hip bone every now and then causing me to hiss. And what he does next nearly sends me over the edge. He takes a bite of ice cream, swallows and then disappears between my legs, his cold tongue flicking against my searing flesh. I cry out and writhe in pleasure, begging him for more.
And he is more than happy to oblige, his hands sticky and covered in chocolate, holding my thighs as he laves me gently with his tongue, poking and prodding and driving me insane. I whine as he pulls back up, licking more ice cream from my stomach and then going down again, licking and sucking until I'm so dizzy with pleasure I can barely breathe.
"Harry," I pant, my hands pawing weakly at his shoulders. "Please."
He smirks up at me, bringing one hand away from my thigh and bringing it between my legs, flattening it against my pussy and rubbing slowly. My eyes roll back in my head and I'm so close, my hips grinding against his hand. He pulls back and I whimper but it melts into a low moan as he slips two long fingers into me, my body clutching at them and I need it. I need it right now.
I beg him, my hand sliding down my sticky stomach to nestle in my folds, framing my clit. I nearly hit the ceiling when his lips wrap around that sensitive ball of nerves, sucking sweetly, his fingers curving inside me. I cry out, my body convulsing around him, pleasure curling in my belly and I lick my lips as I come down, panting.
He's kissing my lower belly, tongue slipping out to lap at the melted ice cream still swiped across my skin. I'm a mess, covered in creamy rivers of brown chocolate, all over my chest, stomach and thighs. I giggle, looking down at him and his attention returns to my face, grinning as he clamors back up, hovering over me on braced arms.
He's so gorgeous right now, golden brown hair tousled, curls sticking out wildly in every direction, green eyes practically black with lust, lips swollen and full from...I shiver...and a bit of chocolate smudged on the side of his mouth
"You have chocolate on..." I trail as he looks down at me in that adoring way he does and I smile softly. I love him.
I pull my head up and his eyes slide shut, fully ready for me to kiss him. But I pause, watching him for a moment, his beautiful face peaceful and waiting. I smile as I press my lips to the corner of his mouth, sucki
ng his skin lightly, tasting the sweetness of the ice cream with the sweetness of his mouth. I feel him smile as my tongue flicks out to taste his flesh and he turns his head, kissing me deeply.
I hook my leg around his waist and roll him so that he's on his back. He arches his body because he's rolled onto the bowl of ice cream and I giggle as he pulls it from under him, setting it on the table. His hands are covered in the creamy chocolate and I grab his wrist, bringing his hand to my mouth, sucking his fingers in. I can feel his dick underneath me, twitching inside his pants as he moans softly, watching my every move.
I smirk down at him before slipping off of him and sauntering out into the living area. "Where are you going?!" he calls after me, alarm evident in his voice and I don't even look back as I respond.
"Take your pants off, babe. I'll be back in a sec."
I can hear the rustling of denim and his grunts of frustration as he rids himself of the rest of his clothes and I can't help but grin in anticipation. I snatch my item of choice from the dessert tray and sway back into the bedroom, finding him struggling to kick his boxers and jeans from his ankles.
His eyes meet mine and widen when he sees the bottle of chocolate syrup in my hand, all his movement stopping. He swallows hard, his eyes licking up and down my naked body as I saunter in and crawl over him to straddle his stomach. His eyes don't leave me, watching my every move. I can't help but smirk down at him.
"What's the chocolate syrup for?" he asks, his voice thick and I grin at him.
"Making a sundae," I reply and he moans softly, watching as I undo the cap and turn the bottle upside down over his chest.
He gasps and his back arches as the cool chocolate dribbles across his heated skin. It melts into a moan as I bring my lips down, kissing and sucking the sweetness from his body, the chocolate rich and his skin soft beneath my tongue. He's panting as I pull back and I bite my lip as I survey him, his body laid out beneath me. God, I love him.
I grin at him, sliding back a little and he steels himself as I hover over his aching shaft. He whines when I move back farther, sitting over his thighs, but I shush him gently, holding the bottle over him. He jumps as I drizzle chocolate over his chest, being careful to coat his nipples, all down his abdomen, and finally over his dick which twitches hard when the liquid dribbles over it. His head falls back against the pillows, a low groan bubbling from his chest and a tremor shakes through me as I toss the bottle aside, fully prepared to ravage him.
I lean down and lick at the chocolate on his chest, my tongue flicking over his nipple and he arches against me, moaning my name as I suck him clean before moving to the other. He's trying so hard to brush his dick against me but I'm just out of reach and he's too weak with pleasure to try and force me lower.
I lick down his stomach, enjoying the feeling of his muscles quivering under my lips and tongue and the sound of his moans and whines as he begs me to touch him where he wants me. But I take my time, licking up every trace of chocolate from his skin, tongue dipping into his belly button torturously.
"Scarlett...please," he practically sobs as I sit between his legs, his hips rolling up into the air, precum mixing with the chocolate on the head of his cock.
"What do you want, baby?" I ask, eyeing him and licking my lips slowly and his eyes roll back in his head.
"Please," he whimpers again softly, looking at me through heavy lids, chest heaving, stomach quivering. "Touch me."
My breath catches in my throat at the need in his voice and who am I to deny him? I've never been able to before so why start now? He lets out a choked sob as I wrap both of my hands around his hard dick and stroke him up and down slow, the chocolate making him slick and sticky and he's writhing beneath me, moaning things incoherently. He arches almost completely off the bed when I take the tip into my mouth, sucking sweetly before laving it with my tongue, licking it clean.
I work him into a state of pleasurable delirium, licking up and down his shaft, enjoying the taste of his flesh mixed with the chocolate. His fingers delve into my hair, the strands sticking to his fingers but I don't care because I just want to taste him, to drive him crazy like he had just done to me. I take my time, licking and sucking every drop of chocolate from his flesh, my pussy throbbing with each of his moans.
"Scarlett," he groans, his hands fisting in my hair, trying to tug me back. "Scar, please. I need you. I need to be inside you. Please."
And then it's as if something inside me snaps and I have to have him right now. I climb up over him, pressing my palm to his chest to steady myself as I position him at my entrance. He hisses as I slide the silken head of his dick against me and I can't help the moan that tears from my throat, when I slide him higher, rubbing him against my clit, torturing us both.
His hands reach out to grip my hips, his skin practically adhering to mine from the stickiness of the ice cream and he tugs me forward a little, causing his dick to align with my entrance. He pulls me down and I throw my head back, a guttural groan tearing from my throat as he pierces me and guides me all the way down his shaft, pushing and stretching my body in the most pleasurable way imaginable. He mumbles something that I can't quite decipher.
But it doesn't matter when he flicks his wrists and moves me up his dick before relaxing and letting me fall back down flush against him, my clit bumping his hip bone. I gasp, my head hanging forward, fingers digging into his chest. I bite my lip, settling against his lap, feeling him deep inside of me. I'm dizzy from it, from the pleasure and the closeness and I look down at him, watching him watch me. He peels his hands from my hips, reaching up to cup my face and pull me down, tugging my face to his so he can kiss me, his tongue slipping past my lips.
I pull back panting, leaning back and feeling him slide deeper, and we both groan at the sensation. I peel my hand from over his heart and a chocolate handprint is left in its place. I giggle slightly and Harry grins up at me, eyelids fluttering as I rub my hands up and down his chest and stomach, my hips rocking against him slowly.
"Come on, Scar," he pants, tucking his chin against his chest and watching my hips roll. "Give it to me."
I moan in response, spreading my fingers wide over his ribs as I pick my hips up and drop back down onto him, setting a steady pace, his strong hands guiding me. I throw my head back, pleasure buzzing in my veins, whining and moaning, enjoying the feel of his sticky hands traveling up and down my stomach and sides, gripping my breasts. I slam down harder as his fingers roll my nipples and I can feel myself heating up, my mind set on nothing else but the pleasure he's giving me.
My nails claw at his chest as I struggle to make my hips roll faster, to get me there because I'm close and he feels so good inside me, just stretching and pressing and filling me so completely, but I just can't seem to get in the right position. I struggle and whine, hips gyrating, trying to find that spot inside me that he seems to hit so effortlessly.
I hang my head back in frustration, my hips rising and dropping quickly, chasing it, chasingchasingchasing.
And then he growls and I'm being rolled under him swiftly, our sticky torsos suctioning together as he presses his hips hard against mine, raising himself on his hands. He pulls out and rushes back in roughly and I throw my head back, moaning loudly because there it is. He never misses.
And he knows it because he's smirking down at me, panting as he rolls his hips into me over and over again and I raise my legs, feeling him hit me deep and hard. I'm writhing beneath him, saying incoherent things and moaning, hands clawing at his back while he works me so good.
He stops for a second and I whine as he pulls back to sit on his knees. But I growl when he grips my hips, pulling me into his lap, my head sliding off the pillow, my weight resting on my shoulder blades as he rises on his knees and starts to pound into me with such force I think our hips may break.
The groan that forces from his throat sends a shiver down my spine as his hips crash into mine over and over and over again. I love the little sounds he makes; quiet whimpe
rs, quick grunts, breathy moans, every fucking sound he makes brings me closer and closer to the edge.
"Oh god, Harry," I whimper, my hands reaching up to paw at his chest, feeling my body beginning to quake, my pussy on fire.
He growls as he pulls out and he grabs my ankle, pulling my leg out and up, and I hiss because I don't bend that way. But when he slides back into me the pleasure that rips through me is enough to make me scream. Each thrust is so deliciously bittersweet because I seriously don't bend this way, but I can't even tell him to stop. I would never tell him to stop. He can rip my fucking leg off as long as he doesn't stop.
And when it hits me I scream, my throat threatening to rip open from the rawness of it, my body convulsing over and over and over and I can't stop, my head thrashing, wave after wave crashing over me. As the intensity wanes I whine, bringing a hand up to my flushed face. But when he lets go of my leg and falls over me again, his hips rolling hard into mine, it comes back full force and I shout out again. My nails claw down his back as he groans into my hair, his orgasm shaking through him and he's whining and moaning, hips pressing hard and deep into me as I finally come down, my body laying limp under him.
He lets out one last loud groan as his body relaxes, lowering himself over me to lay flush against me. My legs splay on either side of his slim hips, my arms sliding slowly from around his back until my biceps rest against the mattress, my hands running up and down his sides.
He nestles his face in my neck, lips kissing me softly, coming down from his high as I come down from mine, shivering as I feel him go soft inside me. My eyes tear up and this overwhelming wave of emotion hits me. IlovehimIlovehimIlovehim. I wonder if I should tell him...
