Renleigh Kensington

For the weekend, it very much felt like I was a mother of two plus a dog all whilst being married. I swear at some point, people did think that was the case. Which at the time didn't really bother me but now as I thought about it all, I began to just overthink the whole situation.

I was strangely convinced to tag along the whole weekend by none other than Olivia and Mason. Harry didn't seem to have a problem with it so as far as he was concerned, the final decision was up to me. At first, I was a bit wary because I knew he barely got to spend time with his siblings lately and there was no way I would have wanted to interrupt. But then all three of them gave me the puppy eyes and when two pairs of green eyes and one pair of brown eyes did that to me right until I left at ten pm on Friday, I couldn't say no.

That was how I ended up back at Harry's house on Saturday morning with McDonald's breakfast in my hands. I thought I would have trouble getting through the main gate, but the man sitting in his little box already seemed to recognise me so he let me right in. I decided to call Harry once I was outside of his door and I swear the things his sleepy look made me feel were far too much for someone like me.

My heart thumped in my chest at his sleepy eyes and messy hair, his shirt wrinkled and his pyjama bottoms slipped up on his shins. He seemed surprised that morning and I still heard the way he chuckled in my head days later.

The same day, I was further convinced by the Styles to stay the night. So, much like everyone expected it—I gave in. I stayed the night after a day of fun on Saturday. I genuinely haven't had as much fun as I did then and the following day. Since Mason and Olivia had to go back home on Sunday night, Harry decided we should cook together before they have to go and so we had a roast. It had actually been a while since I had the meal myself and it was perhaps the best I have ever had.

The goodbyes to the younger ones felt a bit bitter-sweet. They really did grow on me during the three days we spent together, maybe much more than they did before. I genuinely felt accepted by them—all three of them—and like they enjoyed being in my company. I even dare to say that I think I got more attention from Mason and Olivia than Harry did. He played fake hurt and offended but it was all clear that he wasn't serious.

Now, it was Monday morning and I was still at Harry's place. I decided to sit outside, wrapped up in just Harry's clothes. His joggers and hoodies were much more comfortable than mine. Plus, they smelled like him. And I have grown to like his scent—the mix of his washing detergent and his Tom Ford cologne was a unique pairing.

I was actually freezing my arse off outside with the hood on my head and knees pulled up to my chest. I tried to cuddle myself up into a ball as I sat on one of the sunloungers and just watched as the wind moved the water inside the swimming pool. According to Harry, it was a heated pool and that intrigued me. Believe it or not, I have not had the chance to be in one.

Dax almost fell in it at one point. Yes, the dog was out with me. He looked at me as he sat by my feet before I opened the sliding doors as he waited for me to let us out. And then when I did, he just ran around and did his business. Eventually, he came back and sat on the end of the chair since I only took up the top half of it.

We may have stayed out for an hour before we went back, the dog straight to his bed and curled up on the soft pillow. My heart felt for it so I draped the blanket that was on the floor over it then petted his head a little. He was a good dog when he didn't attack you right as he saw you.

"What are you doing down here?" I heard Harry's voice out of nowhere. It was still so deep and thick from sleep. Perhaps this was the first thing he said this morning.

"Trying to hide a body," I replied and he rolled his eyes at me before his arms wrapped around my waist and he tucked his head in my neck. "I need to go and do it before it starts to smell."

"I'll help," he mumbled as he tightened his hold on me. His words were spoken into my skin and his breathing brought along the goose bumps that formed on my body. I felt his lips press against my neck from time to time until he eventually let his hands slide down my ass and he squeezed it.

"Oi, your dog is present," I pushed him away with a grin and he chuckled. He grabbed my hands and placed one around his neck whilst he held the other one and he put his free one on my waist.

"This is how we're gonna dance at our wedding," he mumbled as he began to sway from one leg to the other and he dragged me along with him. "In this scenario, we're having a summer wedding with pink and white flowers as décor. There's this soft music playing in the background..." he explained in a soft voice and I actually allowed myself to imagine it for once. There was no harm in that, right? "And then I lean you back-," he said as he actually followed through with the action. "-then you come back and I kiss you," again, he did as he said. It made me chuckle and he smiled down at me. "And you laugh just like that. All pretty and happy and mine. My stunning wife."

"Do we have kids in this scenario or were you only able to convince me of marriage at this point?"

"Just the marriage right now," he nodded as he thought about it some more. "I'd like to think our month-long honeymoon would bring us a baby."

"A month-long honeymoon?" I asked curiously. "Who's gonna pay for that?"

"Our parents. This will be their wedding present to us."

"Good luck getting my dads to pay for us," I laughed.

"Yeah, I'm not sure my parents would be down to pay for it," he added and so we just both stood there, in the same position and chuckled.

Once we got over our failed one-month long honeymoon, we actually sat down and ate some breakfast. I felt like not going to work today which was genuinely a first for me. Harry seemed rather surprised when I actually gave a voice to my thoughts but then his mood quickly changed when we lost our clothes and got tangled under the sheets.

Just after round one, he decided he wanted a drink if we were going to do nothing but each other for the remainder of the day and so he disappeared for literally two minutes.

"I thought you needed a drink," I commented as I put my phone down and glanced at him. He had a glass full of ice in his hands and a dirty smirk on his face.

"Yes, and I did drink," he hummed as he got back on the bed but placed the glass on the side. He climbed over me, the sheet being the only thing that separated us. "Now I'm back here," he said quietly as he mushed his lips into mine, his tongue swept across my bottom lip before it found mine.

"Wait," I pushed him back. "Am I thinking of the right thing right now?"

"Is it me going down on you?" he questioned. "Because if so, then yes. You most definitely are."

"Okay. But ice involved, right?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out," he smirked and kissed me again.

This time, his mouth went further than before. Right down my neck to my collarbones then all the way to my breasts. There were already at least three love bites on each of them but he still found an empty spot to cover.

"Probably my favourite place to leave my mark," he mumbled as he glanced up at me and I bit down on my lip at the sight of his flushed cheeks, green eyes and messy hair combo. He kissed his way back up to my mouth before he reached for the glass. I watched as he stuck his fingers in it and tried to get the ice out but the whole glass just tilted and all its content went everywhere. "Bloody hell!"

"You're so lame," I chuckled as I waited for him to put it all back.

"Shut up," he told me with a smile.

"Make me," I replied right away which caught his attention. He licked his lips as he hummed and nodded his head a little bit whilst the words processed in his mind.

Harry was quick to lean to me and press a kiss to my lips with the ice in his mouth. It felt cold and it excited me. He kept the cube between his pink lips and it slightly poked out and ran across the skin of my neck. It was so cold yet it turned my body into a firey mess.

He was slow and torturous with his moves and it killed me to wait for the incredible contrast of his warm lips and the cold ice. My breathing pattern changed when he dragged it along the fresh bruises on my breasts then swirled it around my nipples. The act caused them to harden almost instantly and a restrained moan escaped my lips as I slowly opened my eyes.

I was greeted by a head full of hair, the strands hung and covered his forehead. I pushed my fingers through his loose curls which made him look at me for a quick second then he turned back to my stomach. My skin soaked in the water that the ice left behind.

"Hurry, please," I moaned and it made him chuckle. I was already a wet mess so we didn't even need this whole foreplay section. Then again, the anticipation that it built up made it that much hotter.

I never got a response back from him in the form of words. Instead, he pulled the sheet that covered my body away from me until he found his way under it and disappeared. An embarrassingly loud moan escaped my lips as he dragged the ice between my legs but not quite where I needed him to be. I shuddered as his fingers deepened into my skin and his hands kept my thighs from closing.

"Baby," he poked his head out from under as he looked at me. My head snapped downwards to look at him and he looked so cute with his rosy cheeks.

"So, no orgasm today?"

"Well... this is gonna kill the mood but I need more ice," he admitted and I smirked.

"You ate it?"

"Just give me the ice," he groaned and I laughed as I turned on my side a bit and fished for an ice cube. "We're using bloody candles next time. These fuckers are too annoying."

"That would be hot."

"Pun intended," he smirked and winked at me before he took the ice away from me with his teeth and went back under the sheet.

I did not expect him to draw the ice right between my legs. Wet was not the right word to describe my state by this time, I was probably more soaked than before. The feel of his warm lips as he kissed me quickly turned cold as he pushed the ice out and dragged it across me.

"Harry... don't tease," I moaned as he moved the ice cube around. He dragged it down the sides of my lips and onto the inside of both of my thighs.

"Mmm," he hummed in a warning tone. My legs kept closing and I assumed he didn't like it. But I didn't like being teased, I wanted to feel good.

That's a lie.

It was. I loved being teased. And he was really good at it. He made me so wet that whenever my legs could close a little bit more, I felt how slick I was. And the thought of that made me even hornier which left me no other choice but to drag my hands over my stomach until my hands were wrapped around my breasts. My nipples were hard and erect from what he had done to them minutes ago and they were still slightly wet from the ice.

I hissed in pleasure, loudly, when he parted my lower lips and attacked my clit with a kiss. Again, it provided me with the satisfaction of his warm lips but cold ice. The simple feel of them was enough to make me moan like I hadn't been touched in weeks and the way his fingers grabbed my thighs to keep them apart gave just enough roughness to tease me further.

My hips moved off of the mattress underneath me when his fingers slid back to my throbbing centre to keep my lips apart so that he could use up the rest of the frozen water in his mouth. I was now wet from the way he made me feel and the ice and I couldn't wait to have his spit in me, too. He made so many dirty thoughts develop in my brain but thankfully, he was skilled and excited enough to make them all become reality.

"God, eat me out now!" I groaned as I ripped off of the sheet so I could see him. His hair was a mess as I pushed my fingers through his curls and fisted it and pulled on it in pleasure. His breath hit me as he chuckled and I couldn't believe he found it amusing. "I'm gonna do it myself."

"Be my guest," he said and I suddenly stopped breathing.

My eyes that were screwed shut, popped open. My mouth agape. I heard the way my heart thumped in my ear and my blood was boiling in my veins.

"Don't," I warned him.

"No. Do it," he smirked as he got up. "I want to see how you get off."

"This is not the time, Styles," I said. Everything in me, on me, within me was throbbing which was his fault and now I had to take care of it myself?

"Oh, but it is," he grinned smugly whilst he got off of the bed and walked towards the white armchair he had in his room. Usually, it was filled with his clothes and whatnot but now, it was empty. Until he sat in it. "Go on then," he instructed as he placed his arms on the two sides and his legs apart. He had a semi-hard on and that alone caused me to bite down on my lip and want him more. "Get yourself off for me."

"I hate you so much," I replied and it only made him smirk more.

But this was a challenge. It sounded like one. And I was never one to pull out and leave as the sore loser. So, I got comfortable on his bed after I stacked up the pillows a bit and reached for an ice cube. When I glanced at him, his stare was already set on me, intense.

That's why I kept the eye contact as I placed the ice cube in my mouth then slowly pushed it out. I dragged it down my neck with my right hand as I leaned my head back on the pillow. All I heard was the beat of my heart in my ears and eventually, I completely zoned out. My body was covered in goosebumps from the coldness that soon reached my nipples. I swirled the ice around them before I dragged it down the centre of my stomach.

My legs were up, bent by my knees as I played with myself. One of my hands stayed on my breast whilst the other one reached between my legs and ran the ice cube over my clit.

"Oh, Harry," I moaned as my eyes closed then I quickly remembered he sat in the room. That was kind of a natural reaction. He lived in my brain when I was by myself pretty much all the time. As I looked at him, I smirked when I saw his cock move but he did not touch himself. That was such a turn on. "Wish you were here," I breathed.

"Go on," he said. And fuck me. His voice dropped lower. Like. He was pure rasping the words. "Feel yourself the way I would."

"Mhm," I hummed as I swapped the ice for my fingers. I was so cold and wet, my fingers contrasted the feeling and made my head spin. And he was watching me on top of that. "Your stubble would feel so nice."

My finger slipped inside me and swirled around the wetness that pooled between my lips. I brought my fingers back up to my clit and began to move them around it which instantly ignited the fire in the pit of my stomach. The way my slick fingers rolled around my bundle of nerves I thought I was going to explode right then and there.

But that would have been too easy.

I slipped two fingers inside of me as I kept my eyes on Harry. He slowly grabbed a hold of himself and spread the pre-cum that leaked out of his tip all over his shaft. He watched me and I watched him. It was so hot. Being watched brought along a completely new feeling, being exposed to someone was just different.

My knees parted even more once my fingers began to move in and out of me at a much faster pace. I was soaked and the sounds of my fingers slapping in and out of me and against myself mixed with my breathy moans was all I heard. I clenched around my fingers as I moaned Harry's name and felt my heart rate change to a much more rapid beat. I couldn't swallow my moans and sighs, the way I whined was making Harry's hand moved faster as he tugged on his erect penis.

"C'mere," I moaned. "Please, baby."

I needed him to touch me. This was torture. He was too close and he didn't do anything to me.

"Ride your fingers, darling," he told me in a stern voice. "Show me how you look when you are riding mine."

"You feel so much better," I told him honestly. His fingers were so much nicer. I loved them inside of me. "I want to ride you. Please."

"Not this time, sweetheart."

"I need to. Harry," I whined as I lifted my hips and bit down harshly on my lips.

"Stop touching yourself," he demanded but I didn't listen. I couldn't care less what he had to say. He wasn't going to make me cum so I was. "I said stop. touching yourself."

"No," I breathed. "Feels so good—so close, my godness. I'm so close, Harry," I said. "I wish you were the one touching me and tasting me like you did before."

"I said stop touching yourself," this time, his voice came from so much closer. From right next to me. My eyes popped open as he grabbed my hand by my wrist and looked at me with dark green eyes. "When I tell you to do something, you listen. Am I clear?"

"When I tell you to do something, you listen!" I fought him back. The ache and throbbing between my legs were torture. The sight of him erect and up against his stomach made my mouth water. I wanted nothing more than his taste in my mouth, on my tongue and down my throat. His silky feel on my lips and in my mouth as he would moan and beg for a release.

"Do not talk to me like that," he groaned. He was unhappy with me. But I was unhappy with him.

"Eat me out then," I ordered. "Make me cum. Make me feel so good—the only way you can."

"No. You misbehaved," he said seriously with my wrist still in his hand. My fingers were glossy from me and I smirked as I looked at them before I glanced at his pink coloured lips. "You will get yourself off when I allow you to."

"Shhh," I smiled smugly as I pushed my fingers towards his mouth and he was quick to wrap his lips around them. My own mouth parted a little as he began to suck on them and tasted me. His eyes closed and he seemed to enjoy it. So, I quickly pulled it out. "You could have more if you would help me."

"I said no, Kensington," he called me by my surname and I swear to god I would have been able to explode right then and there.

"I'm so wet," I pouted. "For you."

He bit down on the inside of his lip as he looked at me with his pupils dilated. He looked so fucking sexy. And he knew it.

God, did he know it?

He then moved from next to the bed and got on it, his hands pushed my legs apart. I watched him watch me as he slightly touched me with his fingers. Both of his index fingers pulled me apart and he let out the quietest moan.

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed as he suddenly leaned down and licked into me. But just as fast as that one move came, it went away at the same pace. "No. Nononono. No. Come back here. Now."

It didn't matter how I ordered him to get back between my legs, he didn't budge. He smirked and threw a pillow at me.

"You're a pillow princess, aren't you?" he winked as he sat back down on his seat. "You also said you needed to ride my fingers—well, how about that?"

"This is just all of your dirty fantasies coming true, isn't it?" I looked at him frustrated. Sexually frustrated.

"Cannot deny or confirm."

But I knew the answer and it was yes. I couldn't lie, however. Temperature play and being watched were some of mine and he made them come true. I couldn't complain or moan—well, I could moan. And he wanted me to.

So I sit closer to him on the bed as I pushed the pillow around so it fit perfectly between my thighs. The edge against my clit was the most amazing feeling ever. As I moved my body, it hit me at the perfect places. I moaned as I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, my fingers pinched my nipple.

"Gosh... You are stunning," Harry mumbled through it but I didn't care. He made me suffer for so long. He could have given me three orgasms by now. I haven't had one yet. "Tell me, is it as good as my fingers, darling?"

"Better," I groaned.

"Is that so?"

"Yes," I breathed as I moved myself faster and faster. I needed to cum. I really fucking needed to cum.

"Why is that, sweetheart?"

"Because I can actually feel it," I spat. And just like I expected, I couldn't get off. Riding a pillow was only good for edging and quite frankly, that was not what I wanted. "Fuck," I said as I pulled it away from me and sat down with my legs apart.

Before I had the chance to actually touch myself again and this time finally reach an orgasm, Harry was down on his knees with his hands on mine and lips between my legs.

"Fucking finally—ah. Yes- yes, fuck, you stupid bitch ass. You made me- made me wait," my body lost all its control and power as I fell back on the bed and let him eat me out. His warm lips felt so fucking nice as well as his lips did around my clit when he sucked it in his mouth. I saw stars behind my closed eyelids and my toes curled.

The feeling was so close.

So close.

And then it hit me.

All over.

My body shuddered and I couldn't keep my voice down as he ate me as I rode out my orgasm. Every inch of me was on fire, my skin was covered in goosebumps. I was finally in a bliss and I felt amazing.

"You are the sexiest damn human being on this planet," he told me as a matter of fact after he climbed up on the bed next to me. I watched him wipe his chin and mouth with the back of his hand before he wiped it in the sheet under us.

The way he said it, made me feel different to other times. It wasn't that he looked at me with sparkly eyes because that was always a given and I learnt to love it more and more. It just processed differently in my brain. It made my heart miss out a beat and my cheeks went crimson red.

"Really?" I asked sheepishly. Which was very out of character. Harry noticed it, too, but didn't say anything about it verbally. He only raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Really. Yes," he nodded as he confirmed. And I blushed again. He lifted his hand and placed his index finger on my cheek then dragged it across my skin. His eyes followed the movement before he bopped my nose. "I thought you knew that already. Was expecting more of a... uh, 'I know, dickhead' reply."

"Well, I guess I do know but it's different coming from someone else."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm," I nodded whilst he drew his finger over the side of my neck and then pulled it away. He leaned down and pecked me on the lips. "You mean it, so..."

"I do," he grinned at me before he grabbed the blanket and put it over us. He then propped his elbow up to keep his head up so he could look at me.

"I know," I answered quietly with my eyes closed and a soft smile on my lips. "Thank you."

"For?"

"Tolerating me, I guess," I replied just above a whisper. This was such a vulnerable state for me. I just wanted to curl up in a ball and hide away from him and my feelings.

"Look at me," he pleaded gently. But I didn't. This was so embarrassing. "Baby..." he knew that one made me melt. He usually called me 'darling' or 'sweetheart' when I wasn't a 'bitch' or whatever he felt like in the moment and he kept 'baby' for softer moments.

Or when I denied him his orgasm. That was pretty fucking hot.

"No," I mumbled as I hid underneath the blanket. That didn't really work because he peeled it off of my head and it made my hair go on my forehead a bit. I pouted when he looked at me with his pretty face. He really was so gorgeous. "Don't."

"I love you so much, okay?" he said honestly. His eyes moved from one of mine to the other as he wanted to make sure I understood him. "I know you don't like me saying it but I do love you and I want you to know that. I don't just tolerate you. You are my absolute world."

"Stop it," I looked away from him as I felt my eyes water up slightly. I was way more emotional than I usually let on. I assumed my monthly was catching up to me finally. The past few months had been rather stressful so I was not surprised I missed it.

"Renleigh. You are fantastic, darling. I have never known anyone as strong and smart as you are. You are like m—someone I have to look up to."

"No. You cannot say that," I laughed as I blinked away my tears. He was so nice to me. I felt like such a bitch for all the times I treated him like shit. It was all so sudden, the way I felt for him. Everything horrible I did to him was making a comeback and I felt bad.

All he ever did was care for me and love me.

"You are. You went through so—so much. And I have no idea how you found the courage... the strength... the power to pull through it. You are here. A little work-crazy but you are here. So strong," he smiled at me. "You are a CEO of a company that makes millions. You are so incredibly smart. You may as well be the smartest businesswoman I have ever met. You are so caring and sweet and you don't allow people to treat you any less than they should or you deserve. I look up to you so much and loving you is probably the best I have ever done."

"Really?" I asked with a weak voice. The knot in my throat was so annoying. The tears in my eyes reflected onto my voice. I hated it. "What about your business? Isn't that the best thing in your life?"

"When I have you?" he chuckled in disbelief. "No way. Absolutely not."

"I come before your business?" I asked in amazement.

"You best bloody believe you do," he smiled. "I love and care for you in ways that cannot be explained. I would be a damn fool to let anyone be more important to me than you."

"You are such a sap," I giggled as I turned on my side and hid my face in his chest. I heard him chuckle as he put his arm around me and he kissed my head. "I don't deserve you."

"Stop that," he pinched my butt which made me squeal and it caused him to laugh. "But anyways. Round—dammit, I lost the count. How many times have we fucked today?"

"One less time than we should have," I grinned as I pulled away so I could look at him.

"You know what? You are so right," he agreed. "Get on top, Ma'am."

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a.n.

bro i thought this was gonna be a different chapter but anyways here we are and henleigh is being sickeningly cute 🤢 how do we feel about it?? o and don't forget to vote xoxo