aesthetics for this chapter

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Kiss, suddenly alive
Happiness arrive
Hunger like a storm
How do I begin?

The bikini was on the bed in front of me, and I was debating whether to do this or not.

The bright yellow contrasted even with the white of the sheets. It consisted of a triangle-shaped upper piece and a thonged bottom piece. Quite simple, but equally hot.

I had one hand on my hip and the other on mi chin, not knowing if I should keep my dignity or just fucking do it. If I did, it meant a step forward in what the term 'Harry and I' meant.

So basically I just said fuck it and slipped into the bathing suit, leaving my hair to cascade down my sides. I also made sure to surprise Harry, which I succeeded in doing.

His expression was priceless; eyes wide open and jaw dropped, like he wasn't expecting me to appear like this. What did he think? I wouldn't waste a perfect opportunity to tease him. It had become one of my favourite things to do.

It was cute how he got all grumpy. It only spurred me on, because I knew he was craving for it. Not that I wasn't. In fact, I wanted it just as much.

Sexual attraction. That's it, we were sexually attracted to each other's bodies. Nothing else. That's why his words meant something to me, right?

It made sense, there was no other logical explanation. At least not any explanation that came to my mind. Of course I wasn't used to any of this, but at least I could label it for now. Sexual attraction.

Slowly, I walked down the pool stairs. The blue lights created beautiful patterns on the ceiling, I always wanted to swim during nighttime. Plus, the warmth of the water made everything a hundred times better.

Harry followed my every move with his eyes while I walked towards him, my body half-dipped into the water. He was kneeling, so the water reached his shoulders, and I soon imitated his position.

His jaw was dropped, so I placed my index finger under his chin to close his mouth. He complied, luckily.

Harry's face looked so hot tinted with the blue lights of the water, and something about the atmosphere surrounding us made everything much more intimate.

"What are you doing here?" Harry cleared his throat awkwardly, lowering his gaze to my lips for a split second.

"Thought I'd join you." I flexed my fingers on his collarbone. "You're so tense..."

Immediately, Harry's muscles released all of the tension, and now he looked more unwinded. His curls looked so pretty dampened like this, so I brushed some strands of hair off his forehead.

"You're touchy today." He raised his eyebrows more confidently, staring at my eyes. "Such a tease."

I widened my eyes at his words, smirking lightly. Yes, I was a tease, and I wasn't ashamed to admit it. I liked to sexually provoke people.

"Yeah?" I moved my fingers down to trace his jaw, and it surprised me how sharp it actually was. "I am a tease, in fact..."

"You don't know who you're dealing with, you should be careful," Harry clicked his tongue before booping my nose, which was exactly what I used to do.

"Or?" I watched as a sly smirk creeped up on Harry's face, as if he was waiting for me to ask him that.

"You don't want to know." He formed his lips into a line while he took a step forward. I didn't budge from my place though; I wanted to see how far this could get.

"I do, show me."

And I never felt so thankful of having pronounced such words.

Harry grasped my hips and pushed me towards the wall of the pool, pressing my back against it and making sure to cage me enough so I couldn't escape his grip. His fingers were flexing on my waist while he leaned forward to brush his lips against my jaw, sliding down to my chin.

My stomach already felt pressured and I couldn't start to describe how hot all of this was, especially since we were in a pool - at night.

He then buried his face into the crook of my neck, starting to suck lightly near my collarbone. I was repressing a shaky breath from escaping my lips, but it came out anyways.

"I told you to show me." I decided to tease a bit. "So show me."

"Watch your mouth." He hummed into my skin, making vibrations reverberate all across my body. "You're being disrespectful, that won't help you..."

"Help me with what?" I continued to enjoy the pleasure of Harry sucking bruises on my skin. I never letted people leave hickeys on me, especially since Zayn didn't like it, but something was up with me today.

This time, he answered with actions. He snaked his hands around my thighs and hoisted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. I nearly gasped at his quick movements, but he was already walking towards the pool steps.

I tangled my hands into his hair, enjoying the proximity more than I should. It felt good, he felt good. His lips were doing an amazing job on my skin while I wondered what would happen next.

Harry sat me on the step so now I was kinda taller than him, which gave him perfect access to the swell of my breasts. Of course he had to choose that spot to suck on next, and that part of my body was quite literally my weakness.

And Harry noticed, because an airy moan escaped my mouth and I felt him smirking against my skin. I didn't want to fulfil his ego right now, even though I was dying to moan his name-

"I want to hear you screaming my name," He whispered, moving his hand between my legs.

Holy fucking Christ.

I tried to seal my lips from all the guttural noises and pants, but the motherfucker was way too good with his mouth, so I practically had no choice.

"Harry..." I panted in a heavy breath when he slipped his fingers under my bikini, stroking my pubic bone lazily.

Well, if I knew I'd get fingered by him earlier, then I wouldn't have hesitated in coming to the pool.

I screwed my eyes shut in pleasure when his thumb teased my slit, and I was already drenched for him. More than I was willing to admit, yeah.

"Look at you, all wet for me," He flicked his tongue after biting lightly, making me moan louder than I anticipated.

His dirty talk actually surprised me, because he always acted so shy and closed off that I would've never expected him to be like this.

I guess he was full of surprises, and Jesus fuck, I was dying to find them all.

Harry started drawing lazy patterns on my clit with his finger, but all I needed was to feel him inside me. Trust me, I was trying to talk, but his teasing was actually really good.

"You want me to finger you right now, yeah?" He had removed his face from my neck and I knew he was watching me even though I had my eyes closed. "Answer me."

I nodded frantically, deciding to give up on my dignity and just let him do his thing. I needed to come, and I was way too tired to finger myself. This was the best option, I was sure he would forget by tomorrow.

"I need words, Natalie, talk." Harry demanded, and his authority was enough to make me even wetter.

"Yes." I blurted out, right before a strangled moan escaped my lips when Harry added pressure to my clit.

"Yes what?" I could practically hear the smirk on his face.

"Fuck's sake," I huffed in annoyance. "Yes, I want you to fuck me with your fingers."

And well, I guess that spurred him on, because his two fingers immediately slipped between my drenched folds and, without previous warning, he started bobbing them at a relentless pace.

"Fucking hell! Keep going-" I was interrupted by my own moan as I tugged harshly on his hair and kept my eyes closed.

"Say please," Harry started slowing down his pace, and I was surprised he thought I'd actually let him pull away.

"You wish." I said before cupping the back of his hand and introducing my own two fingers together with his.

"Jesus fucking Christ..." I heard Harry under his breath, probably enjoying it as much as I was.

I opened my eyes to see his reaction, and the surprise in his face wasn't even disguised. He actually looked like I had amused the shit out of him, and I couldn't help but smirk.

Everything was so hot, the way I guided his hand inside me to reach the most sensitive spots and how I dictated the pace. I made sure the speed of our hands was quick enough to make my orgasm start building at the bottom of my spine.

The way his rings crashed against my clit every time we moved was sending me over the edge. It felt so fucking good and I didn't need to compare to know this was one of the best finger-fucks I had been given in my entire life.

"Don't stop- fuck!" I moaned the minute I curled our fingers, flawlessly enough to warn me my climax was right around the corner.

I didn't want to come yet though. I wanted to take in this moment and picture it in my brain for as long as I could. Besides being a pain in my ass, Harry was like a greek god, so having him fingering me was so fucking incredible.

"I want to feel you come all over my fingers, c'mon..." Harry whispered into the crook of my neck, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

I tried to hold back my release long enough as I felt Harry's hand gripping my hip harshly, letting me know it would leave marks. I knew he was enjoying it a lot too, because a quick glance between our bodies showed me he was really hard.

Plus, the view was so good. The way our fingers slipped in and out of my drenched folds so easily because of the water was like a painkiller. It had the same effect as drugs and, sadly, I knew a taste would make me addicted.

A wave of euphoria washed all over me as my high hit me. My fingers became lazy while Harry's kept its steady pace, prolonging my climax. My ears were ringing and my whole body felt so relaxed, like I was floating.

For a moment, it was just Harry and me. I couldn't feel my surroundings anymore, not even the water. Everything was gone and the only thing I felt and wanted to feel was Harry.

I opened my eyes just to meet his. The galaxy was still there, so I cupped his face and brushed my thumb over his cheekbone. I didn't move my eyes from his, because the tiny white dots in his pupils were giving me flashbacks from last night.

I still felt so fucking unwinded from my recent climax, and heavy pants were escaping my lips. Harry's green orbs looked a sinful shade of black, and the smile on his lips was making his dimples indent. I knew I had come really hard, because the ringing in my ears didn't stop till some seconds later.

We hadn't even kissed once though.

"You feel so good wrapped around me," He whispered seductively, hovering his lips over mine but not leaning any more further. "So fucking hot."

"I know," I strangled out heavily. "That's why next time, it's my turn."

Can someone, um, give me some
holy water?

By the way, this is the most vanilla smut
in the story, don't think you know what's
to come