Harry Styles: One night only

Her lip might as well be covered in her favorite red lipstick for all the abuse it's taking. Sylvia knew she was a bit of a mess getting out the door, it had been one of those mornings at the end of a holiday where the country they were in seemed finished with them. They'd gotten lost, gotten fined and she'd even got hit by a car, gently but- still.

It was time to leave, but with locking their key cards in their suite and the restaurant they'd dined at seemingly having a single person kitchen and a 100 person dining room, she was so ready for bed and overwhelmed she did not do her normal before bed check of her wallet and passport, nor did she plan her airport outfit to
Maximize comfort and minimize time at security.

All of her time went to propping her eyelids open, a la a looney tunes character while supervising her family packing once they'd finally eaten some food and made it back home.

These were the only excuses she could come up with as to why she left her pocketbook with everything at the hotel.

The flight was early, she might be able to beat housekeeping.

"Amor," Sylvia's voice carried the alarm she was feeling like the tornado sirens she found shrill when they visited Chicago once. "I've left my pocketbook."

Her husband looked up from His laptop unbothered in the airport Lounge, "phone the hotel. We can have it sent."

What. "What?" Her voice went up an octave. Her daughter gave her the don't embarrass me eyes and her husband's lips thinned into a grim line. The country may have wanted her out, but at the moment, she wasn't happy with her traveling companions. No one seemed to feel the fire in her
Circumstances.

"It's ok. We are valued clients." He rubbed the back of her hand. His attempt to placate her didn't work, she was not soothed.

"No, no, it will not do, I can't be without my cards and license, I have to be at school this week. I'll head to the hotel and retrieve it and meet you all tomorrow morning. May I have my passport?"

Sylvia could tell he wanted to slow her down, change her mind, but years of marriage had assured him of how unlikely he would be to give her a new destination when her mind was set on a path.

He handed over the passport with a sweet buss to her lips and a "see you at home, love you, and I hope you have a boring flight, mi amor."

She barely remembered the taxi ride to the airport, her knee bouncing, catching her nail on the door handle, ripping it, filing it on the cross grain of her jeans when she realized her glass file was packed in a bag on its way to Miami.

The front desk was helpful, as helpful as they could be. "I'm sorry Senora, but someone is already in the suite."

"Well, could I at least go knock on the door?"

"I'm sorry, Sra. but the new occupant isn't to be disturbed." The young lady at the counter looked sympathetic, but unmoved. She wasn't going to get Sylvia to the penthouse floors.

Which is how she found herself on the elevator behind someone else with the golden key that indicated they could access the exclusive floor her suite had been on. The couple paid her no mind as they seemed completely caught up in each other, luckily.

They went opposite directions and by the giggling and fast feet on the floor Sylvia was sure they paid her not a thought more. She found herself in a fit of nerves right before she knocked on the door. Who could be behind it? The hotel staff had been so cagey, but giddy. At the time, she'd just been annoyed, now she was puzzled.

Who could be behind the door, Bolsanaro? Some other political asshat, Brad Pitt here for a scout location, Dua Lipa on a quick holiday?

It was only her fatigue and sudden wish to be home that gave her the will to hit her knuckles upon the door.

She checked her watch, it was 11, surely the person inside wouldn't be to pissed at being disturbed.

Pissed wasn't the condition of the man who opened the door, bedraggled in a louche, sensual way was more accurate.

Sylvia felt her mouth go dry.

His hair looked like 100 hands had been raked through it, his lips looked swollen and reddened from affection and his shirt was non existent.

His briefs were minor and a nearly see through white.

The major thing of note though was he was Harry Styles.

"Cono!" Sylvia blushed and quickly found a new tongue. "Sorry, sorry, I'm here for my wallet!"

"What?" He rubbed his eye, and it might have been boyishly endearing if not for her severe attraction to him, and her long standing crush.

Sylvia was a big fan.

She loved his music. She'd seriously considered asking to stay a few more nights to catch his concert, but it hadn't fit in with her husband's work  schedule.

Sylvia shook her head and closed her eyes to find the right words to explain, her tongue tangled over the translation that usually came second nature between her brain and her mouth. She took a breath. "I'm sorry, let me try to explain. I need to come in. I was staying in this room last night, and I left my wallet in the bedside table. I sent my family on ahead, they must be headed to Miami by now, because I'll need it for the week, so I was hoping to get into your room to check. I'm sorry to be an imposition, but May I look?"

"You want to check out my drawers?" He dimpled, clearly waking up enough to find some cheek.

Drawers? That was slang for..

Sylvia's eyes dropped to his, underpants, for just a second. "Um, yes. Im so sorry to disturb you Mr. Styles."

His eyes opened a little, maybe because she had admitted to recognizing him, and he looked
Down, where her eyes had jsut been, and said. "You've seen me almost naked, I think you can call me Harry." And he stepped back to allow her in.

Well, Sylvia thought, this was the most in the flesh time she'd seen him naked, but she'd seen more of him in photo shoots. She shook those
Recollections from her head and thanked him going straight for the bedroom, pointedly not looking at the rumpled bedding he slept in, let alone sitting on it to rifle through the bedside table.

"!Gloria!" She exclaimed when she located her monogrammed pocketbook and opened it. She squeezed it to her chest when she found all her cash and cards including her Florida driver's license in place.

"Good news then?" Harry had found a shirt she was loathe to notice and was leaning against a door frame.

She could make out the Brasil tattoo on his high thigh. His knees were a safer place to look, until she noticed the little Italian words she'd forgotten were inked there. He was so distracting, she had to get out of there.

"Yes! Thank you! So much, I'm so sorry for rudely waking you up. I should go, try to catch up to my flight. Maybe I can get out of Chile today." Her mind was already running through contingency plans if not.

"Hmmm, that's too bad, I was going to insist you come out to my show tonight as my guest, since I was rude enough to take over your room before they were even able to clear it enough to have your pocketbook at lost property."

oh!"oh!" Sylvia said. She'd love to go to his show... but "I should probably get back." She would really like to see his show. "Or at least I need to check and see if I can manage a flight even." Did he offer tickets to everyone he even slightly inconvenienced or met?

"Please, make yourself comfortable" he motioned toward the bed, but Sylvia made her way to the couch to find a seat and open her phone.

She cursed under her breath and was thankful she had a carry on with necessities.

"Any luck?" He was right on her left, over her shoulder and the back of the couch. Sylvia could feel his heat and see his tattoos, both in her mind's eye and in her periphery.

"No luck. The next flight I can get on is about this time tomorrow." She allowed her eyes to meet his.

He pursed his lips and shrugged one shoulder. "Ah well, let's call the front desk and get you a room." He came and sat next to her, his shorts riding up high, exposing his lean long thighs, to reach over and pick up the phone. "Id offer the couch, but it's become sort of the unofficial after party spot."

"I thought you went to bed early and didn't party on tour?" She may as well be wearing a t- shirt with his face on it.

He smirked knowingly and pressed down on the hotel phones hang up button. "Well, usually. But have you tried to go to bed in Chile, or anywhere in South America?"

She could feel the smile on her lips creeping yup her face despite her best efforts to control it.

"Stupid question." He laughed like a hammer trigger had been tripped and he couldn't stop the honk he made from issuing forth.

"I grew up here, so I did a fair job going to bed for 18 years or so."

"Even when you were 16-18?" he raised his perfect eyebrows at her.

"No, I suppose it was difficult to go to bed a time or two when I was around that age." Unless there was someone waiting in a bed for her.

"But, it's hard for me to go out, anywhere, but here I get..."

Mobbed, she knew, the streets could flow with people not water. It was a wonderful and wary thing. So she just nodded.

"In any case, once you get your flight sorted and a place to sleep secured, you should come to the show, for your trouble, and if you like, come back here for the after party, you know your way about the place." He nudged her shoulder smiling.

God his dimples were stunning, she was so happy to have left her wallet. This felt like the beginning of one of her fantasies about this man.

She shook that thought out of her head. That was too unlikely to entertain. Now she just had to wait until Jaime made it home to explain her predicament, and plans to make the most of it, to him."

"Well," she found herself saying two hours later. "I'm already stuck here, so I would like to see him." Naked.

She'd tried to quell the excitement in her voice when she told Roberto about Harry staying in their room, sharing the bed they'd fucked in, but he already knew. She tried to keep her slight obsession normal. To act like she was a normal fan with a normal amount of interest in a musical artist, but her Google alert and compulsive need to buy whatever magazine cover he was on betrayed her.

Her husband knew her, or at the very least shared a home with her.

"Do you have an outfit for it?" He finally asked, and she knew that was his tacit approval, and why she loved him, he knew to ask the important questions.

"Not yet, I have a back up option among my things, but" she checked her watch, she should have time.

"You're gonna go shop a bit?" He asked with a audible smile.

"Si." She laughed with him.

His laugh had always been her favorite. She was a lucky woman.

"Well, don't do to much damage, youll only wear it for a Short time."

Her mind shot to Harry taking it off her, but she couldn't imagine that's what her husband meant.

"Well, since I'm his guest, I'll need to make an impression."

"His guest? Where are you sitting?"

She wasn't sure. "His assistant is getting in touch, I don't know the details."

Even she was shocked when her phone rang and it was Harry's assistant. Apparently she was going with his small entourage to the stadium, a few hours early. She was glad her shopping had been successful and quick. Harry wasn't among those traveling to the venue, not the bands whose faces she was familiar with, they must have went much earlier for sound Check.

Rather than the nosebleeds. Or maybe the suite she had been expecting, Sylvia found herself backstage. The place was a bit like a carnival and street fair all in one. There were instruments here, food and drink there, and Harry Styles everywhere.

He encouraged her to come watch his opener with him, after he'd made her a plate and made sure to find her drink of choice.

She was a little rusty as it had been many years, but it felt like a really weird date. Since she'd arrived he'd paid her a lot of specific attention. Her eyes drifted down to her wedding ring, and he caught it, while they watched Koffee working the crowd.

"What does your husband do?" He leaned back against the speaker he was standing next to.

"He's a journalist?" It wasn't a question, but she was looking into his eyes and they were so green she was a bit overcome.

He seemed to skip over her faux pas.

"And do you work outside the home?"

"I used to, but, we have been traveling a lot and my daughter's schedule kept filling up, so lately I've just been running her from engagement to appointment." It was so much more
Complicated Than that. But she had a nice life, no one wanted to hear her complain.

His eyes narrowed for just a second, and then softened before he asked, "do you miss it?"

And she was honest, with herself even, "yea, everyday." But she knew it would be a few years before she could justify working because she wanted to.

Harry just nodded, leaned a little closer. "Need another?" He gestured to her caipirinha.

She loved them, but those things were deadly. Best to tread lightly. "Not yet."

He nodded and his hair didn't bounce the way she wished it would, bound up in his cute little clip.

She was having a lovely time, even talking about her family, her lost dreams. He seemed to be genuinely interested in hearing her talk, in fetching her drinks, in meeting her needs. There were so many people around them he could be focusing on, his job to do coming upon them as well, but she couldn't help but feel like a really good date.

It wasn't, but if it was, this would be a first date she didn't come home from. In her younger years, she would t even feel bad about it.

Jaime was her last date, and she went home from that one, but only because she knew, somehow, that soon her address and last name would be his.

Sylvia relaxed into the moment and found herself dancing side stage. The rhythms were not exactly her own, but the overlap caught her hips in a twirl. Another drink found her hands and Harry danced a little to, she taught him a step, and his hands on her hips once he picked it up all too quickly were warm at their point of contact and hot between.

He excused himself to get ready by the time she was breathless and ready for another drink or whatever else he had to offer.

That meant she shouldn't have it, and she was happy for that decision when he came onstage. She didn't want to forget this, watching her favorite current artist from an intimate location among the traveling circus he was ring master of was an experience to savor.

The light show from the fans had her holding back tears, and his beautiful cover song, one she only vauguely remembered hearing a time or two in her life, had her feelings all over her cheeks. Her fingers snatched them away along with her sense of right and wrong, even propriety.

So when Harry asked her to come to the after party at his suite, the only answer was yes.

When she called her husband to explain her predicament, she found herself passing the phone to her new found, friend.

After Harry's compliment, he'd called her incredible and congratulated her husband on his lucky match while looking in her eyes and his voice was deep and powerful enough to fill every mile between her and her family and responsibilities, she almost didn't need her husband's sanction.

She was sure Jaime had made it before the show in jest, but hearing Harry's voice say her name and talk about her in a tone that resonated between her thighs like a guitar string plucked by his expert fingers, it wasn't a joke to her anymore.

It was a prophecy.

"oh god... well, if you get the chance to fuck him you have my blessing. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity" Jaime had said, with a chuckle, but they'd been married long enough for her to hear the worry, the anxiety about her actually taking her chance. But, he'd said the words hours ago when only the invitation had been extended, when the possibility was remote, and she was just selfish enough, looking at Harry's long lean body, his tattooed arms and chest, fine boned, long fingers wrapped entirely around his caiparinha, to ignore the false note in his benediction.

If Harry came on to her, Sylvia would spread her legs willingly.

Her pussy was already throbbing at the mere thought of tracing his newly revealed muscles with her fingertips and tongue. She'd always found him beautiful, from the first time she came across his long haired self singing a vibrato she felt everywhere, but now, everything about him was sharpened, refined, hewn, like he'd been baked.

He looked delicious.

Sylvia was sure her pupils were blown, nipples hard, and pulse visible when Harry seemed to feel her reckless stare just after she'd disconnected the call and he'd been summoned away from her to another part of the room. His eyes caught hers and his narrowed for just a second, he breathed out his nose and cleared his throat, she saw it happen, before he let his eyes drop to her mouth, breasts, lower. She didn't avert her stare, and his answering smirk tightened her lower belly along with her resolve.

She was going to fuck Harry Styles and do it with no compunction or inhibition. She'd only have him for one night.

Sylvia intend to milk it, the experience, the fantasy, his cock, for all it was worth.

Once her decision was made, she'd decided to put away any guilt about it, she began nursing her drinks, she'd be damned if she'd forget this whole night, one second of it.

Across the room, for the next hour or so as the party thinned and thinned, she and Harry would catch each others eye, share a smile or smoldering glance.

He seemed as resolved as she was.

When the party had dwindled to just 5 or so people, Harry and herself included, Sylvia nearly didn't noticec she'd been teaching one of the last remaining ladies the skirt flounces of the marinera to the reaggaeton beat the party had settled into. Her dress was really to short for it, but she could feel Harry's eyes on her thighs, so the flashes of her thong, wet down the middle whether he could see or not, and the cool air on her bare ass every once in a while fueled her
Fire.

She'd just decided to have a bit of water, walking away still laughing with her dance partner who remained on the makeshift dance floor, when Harry slipped behind her, his body heat immediately quieted her giggles while her cheeks warmed. He smelled so good, she almost leaned her head back on his chest to get a whiff, and remembered her promise to herself for the night, to take this all the way and do it like it wasn't their first time, but instead like it was their only.

So she lay her head back on his rounded chest and tilted her chin just enough to take a healthy whiff.

His arm slipped around her waist quickly, behind the small bar where she'd gone to find the water. Luckily the low wall was enough to block their lower bodies. He pressed himself against her and murmured, "did you just smell me?"

Sylvia's eyes looked up though her lashes quickly, "yes." She whispered back, letting her alcohol tinged breath waft over his perfect pink mouth.

He bit his lip then, pressed his warm firm erection against her ass and said, "hmmm, do you need a night cap?"

Sylvia shook her head, she was more than ready to get drunk on him. "No, but I'd like to drink you in, if you'd like."

He closed his eyes briefly and nodded, "Head on into my bedroom while I get rid of everybody, ok?"

She appreciated the bid for consent, though since their eye contact earlier, both of their intentions here had been transparent.

Sylvia wasn't in the bedroom long, just long enough to find herself at the window, looking out at the cityscape she herself had enjoyed from this room for several days.

She heard the door close, a shotgun to her races, and would have turned to him, had he not taken both of her hands and pressed her palms to the glass, her whole body compressed between him, hot and hard behind her and the cool glass igniting her front.

"Harry!" She moaned.

"Get used to saying that." He groaned out, nipping at her jaw, nudging with his nose to gain access to her neck. On a shiver, she turned her head enough to catch his eye. "Give me your mouth." His lips tingled against Hers and she obeyed. Her pout met his, and the edges of her consciousness blurred, between the sensations of his warm body, full lips and wet tongue, she was panting. "Are you sure?" He asked. "What about your husband?"

She really thought she'd covered this, she'd "jokingly" mentioned backstage at the venue that he was her hall Pass and her husband had given the green light not two hours before.

Sylvia turned in his arms, "hall pass, yes?" He looked a little unsure, so she slipped her hands up his chest, caressing the sides of his neck, and into the ends of his curly hair. When his eyes closed, she knew she had him. "I don't see anybody here but you and I." His eyes fluttered open and Sylvia gave a tug to his thick locks.

They didn't close but they darkened.

His eyelids did fall when he buttoned their lips together. She knew her eyes had gotten heavy with his gravity too. The simple lip locks were lovely, but when his tongue slithered out to wet her lips, she felt an accompanying swelling in her panties.

She loved slippery kisses. Her mouth opened to him and welcomed his sliding, slipping muscle. The kiss was promising. If he set her to tingling like this from minor contact...

When he reached beneath her ass and lifted her effortlessly onto his hips her head fell back. His mouth moved to her neck and she lost herself to the sensation until he dropped her into the bed, she might have bounced had his body not caught her reverb. He pressed her back just a bit and deepened the kiss he'd initiated as soon as he reconnected their lips.

"Mmm" he gave her the sexiest set of dimples, "what do you like?" His hand came up, his thumb twitching back and forth over the nipple pressing through the thin material of her dress.

She liked that. Her moan might have been enough, but she was thinking he need words. "I'm thinking I'll like anything you do to me." It was true, he turned her on just being him.

His lips pursed, "well then," his voice was low and dark, he pinched her nipple this time and she lost her breath. "That's better. What do you love?"

God, what did she love? Should she be super honest? Her hand came up over his on her tit and gave it a strong squeeze. He got the mesage, copying her pressure and was a quick study when her took over.

"What else?" He asked those words against her mouth. And started licking her neck.

"I like sucking and bites on my neck." He immediately switched his game up. "I prefer hands to mouth on my tits." He pinched her nipple at that. "But, you're welcome to suck them if that's what you like. He pulled a tip out and licked it, when he bit she, "Harry!"

"What else?" Her dress was unwrapped at that. His fingers coasted down her stomach and played with the edges of her panties while he ran his mouth down.

"I've always wanted to know what that mouth could do." That was an understatement. She'd fantasized about that too many times to count.

He smiled and picked her legs up, kissing one thigh and biting the other before licking right over where her panties had darkened. "You like to be given head?" He nudged her panties out of the way and took a whiff, groaning while she panted.

"Fuck, yes!"

"How do you like it?" He nosed at her clit.

"I like licking." He obliged and her head fell back. Top to tail, his head worked and her fingers dove into his hair to direct him. His tongue hooked under her hood and caught the bead of pleasure there on each upswing. It had her writhing. He sucked on the point of pleasure he'd found. "Not so hard there." Sylvia cautioned. He licked around her labia and she shivered.

"What else?"

"When you suck, open your mouth more, vacuum like, and lick too." When he complied she nearly lost it, his hand came around her thighs to the bowl of her pelvis and held her down.

"If you keep going, I'm gonna come." She warned.

He looked up, mouth wet with her, slippery with spit and arousal. "Yeah? good!" He was just about to go back at it when she decided to ask for the fantasy playing in her head.

"Can I ride your face?" Fuck, she hadn't done that since, well before she got married. And the idea of looking down at that head and those lips and swiping his beautiful nose like a credit card could have got her off alone.

He made a sound in his throat, slid her panties down her legs with her assitance, and picked her up by her hips, sliding her up the bed and reversing their position, placing her right over his open mouth all in one motion.

Fuck!

"Be my guest.." he let the words blow against her clit and she gulped before pulling her lips apart to sit her clit on his waiting tongue. She got a rhythm going, riding his slick muscle from her sensitive quivering hole to where he labia gathered. She wanted to feel his tongue farther back.
She wanted his fingers there, well, everywhere. She grabbed his hand from beside him and brought it through the bottom of her legs and pressed his hand to her vaginal opening. He slipped two in and pressed against her front wall, finding the textured spot and hooking his fingers forward immediately. "Yes! Now suck." She put her clit right in his mouth squirming when he resumed his work from earlier.

When his thumb brushed her asshole she moaned louder. "Yeah?"

"You can play with me back there." She loved a little finger play and tongue there. He licked his fingers and her eyes rolled back in her head, when he decided just to put his mouth there to really get it wet, she knew she was done for. And so with his mouth open, tight, and working on her clit, his finger against her g spot and his thumb in her back openings it took little riding for her to begin to quiver and pulse.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She screamed along with his name and he pulled his hand free to hold her up when her legs could support her anymore. He licked her through until the aftershocks turned i to to much or not enough. She rolled off his glistening face. "Now you." She yanked him up and got his shirt off and pants open and down. He kicked them away.

"God yes!" She swallowed at his swollen, beautiful dick.

He rubbed it against her swollen lips as she went onto all fours to receive this communion. But before she did, she thought she'd extend him the same wonder he'd given her.

"What do you like?"

He giggled a bit, so becautiful above her, happy and pulsing with need. "I like a little tease, and deep throating. Maybe a little face fucking, but whatever you're comfortable with."

"Yes, to all of that. But, you're bigger than anybody, least since I've known what I'm doing. I'll tap your thigh if I need to breath?"

He nodded and she responded by licking around his top before getting a grip On him and licking from the seam of his very tight sack along the thick ridge up the bottom of his fluted head. He leaked a pearl of precum then and she was torn between licking it or swirling it around, she decided to do both. Spreading his taste around before she took the end of him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around before flicking her it over his head again. He was so hard his fore skin had retracted and she slid it up and over the mushroom a couple times before taking him in to the hilt. She gave herself a few passes before she took a big breath, lay out her tongue and took him to the back of their throat, she relaxed then and pressed it through her tonsils, she held and swallowed, her nose in his groomed thatch.

Sylvia did this three more times, looking up on the last one to make eye contact.

"Ready?" He strained out. She nodded around her mouth full. He pumped in and started shallowly fucking her mouth politely if there was such a thing. He reached over her back and started to play with her wet Pussy then. It was a nice distraction for when he stopped being polite and put some force into his thrusts. She eventually had to tap out and pulled off gasping for breath.

"Cmere,!" He pulled his fingers out of her and when he had her standing on her knees face to face with him he smeared them over her swollen lips before kissing her deeply, rapacious tongue and a little teeth. "I can't decide whether to come in your mouth or get to fucking you."

Sylvia felt herself pulse.

"I want to taste you. If you finish in my mouth, how long until we can fuck?" God, his tongue had loosened Hers.

"Not long, I'm sure there's something else I can come up with to do to you while we wait." He smirked and licked into her lips once more before gently pressing her mouth back to his dick. This time he kept his hand on the back of her head and she opened wide to take him deep and swallowed around him until he filled her throat. She coated her tongue with his spunk for just a second, savoring the moment to commit his flavor to memory.

His hand fitted around her fragile throat like an egg and rose her mouth up to his for a kiss, full tongue to share their mingled flavors before grabbing the inside of her thighs, flipping her onto the mattress, her back meeting the bed with a bounce. That was a move but before she could swoon over it he was talking, "Flip over and move your hair to the side."

God, she liked when he gave orders too. Her long hair fit in the crease of her arm against her torso. She squealed when he opened her knees and pressed down on her low back. Her pussy was exposed to the air and she was so sensitive she could feel the change, it made her clench.

"Oh, you're a needy one." She guessed he'd seen her bodies' talk.

Harry kissed over her back and ran his fingers up and down her from her shoulders to her ass and down to her ankles even tickling her instep. On the way up, he stayed on the lane up her thigh and her moans must have been a green light for him when he reached the center of her body, perched up for access, he played on her wetness and spread it up and over her clit, the rubs there had her writhing but the pinch and slap drew his name.

"I like that." He said and she decided to be a little more liberal with screaming out his name, she'd need to get it out of her system before she went home.

His fingers coasted up and two fitted into her body, reaching up and forward. Several strokes had her turning, twisting and murmuring into the pillow she grabbed to bury her face into. A quick slap to her ass and a command to "let me hear you!" Left just her hands clutching the full fabric. He prodded and rubbed until she felt herself balloon inside, god it had been ages since she came like that. Right when she was ready to burst, he lifted her hips enough to slide his head under her, kept up the pressure and applied the flat of his tongue under her clitoral hood over her button and pulsed it against her until the friction and his fingers had her yanking her hips up when the ballon popped. She looked down at him, saw her pleasure running down his face like tears into the hair at his temples and slid her body down his torso. She reached back to be sure he'd been right about his cock getting hard again before she even caught her breath. She was hungry for more, invigorated by his expertise.

He was so hard in her hand, she had to look back to see it. His pulse beat into the head of his dick and was the red of his well used lips.

"Fuck!" She breathed. "Condom, I need to feel that inside me."

He was catching his breath from smothering between her thighs still. "The bedside." She grabbed the gold foil and scooted her wet core leaving a trail of moisture down to his thighs. Sylvia stroked over him a couple times, revealing and hiding the flute of his head a couple times.

"Please!" Harry begged from above her. She'd have to tease with him more during round two.

The condom rolled on, and she lifted herself, Harry instantly brought his hands to her hips, after spitting into his fingers and smearing it over the skinned tip of him.

Sylvia hovered over him and eased herself over the top of him, appreviteing the Audible pop of him as the head made its way through the ring of muscle at her entrance. "Fuck!" They both moaned and grinned at each other. Because the sensation was so pleasing, she backed off and came back over him twice more before easing her way inch by inch down until her thighs met his pelvis.

Her head fell back onto her trapezius and she rolled it side to side before grinding herself back and forth until she opened and it felt wet enough for her to begin riding him at a bounce. She got her legs under her and braced herself with his proffered hand for balance.

"Aw fuck!" Harry said while watching himself appear and disappear within her. She kept up her gallop until she had to hold her horses to stop the burning of her thighs.

Harry sat up at that and braced her at her sacrum, Sylvia swirled her hips against him before putting her hands behind her and pressing through her heels where they were placed behind her. Riding him from base to tip with a circular motion until he was groaning and he was sweating. Once he was sufficiently out of his mind and babbling, she started drawing him most of the way out before powering her hips down to bottom him out.

"Fuck, stop, I'm not ready to come." He said. Lifting her by the neck to his mouth, their lips meeting before their tongues met. "You feel si fucking good, love how filthy you are. It's too much."

"Feel free to get another taste if you need a break."Sylvia raised her eyebrow. "If you like dicked pussy that is."

"My favorite, specially when we're sharing a dick." He breathed.

Sylvia exhaled. Fuck, how was she supposed to be satisfied with tonight if he said shit like that, gave her ideas like that.

Before she could respond though, Harry had pulled out and was liking, sucking, and vacuuming her up. This time when she came, it was calmer, like her body knew this was just a break.

Before she'd caught her breath, he had his dick at her mouth, thighs spread at her chest. "Get me wet."

She took him deep, the preliminaries just previews, and the climax was nigh. She spit on him for good measure before he slid back to lift her legs together, knees up and ankles over his shoulders. He slipped in quick and found a hard deep cadence that hit all her spots.

Sylvia was cursing in Spanish and Harry was begging for more. "Knew when you started speaking Spanish, I'd been doing something right."

When he slid his hands to her ankles and extended them, kissing her ankles before guiding both legs to one side before resuming his heavy long stroke, she lost all words.

It only took a few more strokes before he was groaning. "Come with me!"

His command, her bodies pleasure. "Harry!" It became a chant through her convulsions and he only pushed through her pulsing muscles twice more before he lost his rhythm and gripped her hip so hard she was sure she'd have bruises over his stuttering "uh-uh-uh"

His body collapsed over her and she caressed his back and into his hair until he raised his head and smiled at her. "Shower?"

God his dimples were so beautiful bracketing his gorgeous mouth, even with a sheen of sweat all over him.

She could not wait to see him really wet in the shower. She intended to fuck him until the moment she'd miss her plane if she didn't stop.

She'd make the most of it- it was one night only.