His eager hands slide down from my waist, over the curve of my hips and come to splay flat against the sides of my thighs. Hasty fingers bunch the white lace of my dress up into his palms and when fingertips reach my bare flesh they tickle coarsely against my skin. The brashness of his touch alone causes me to gasp in a quick breath. As my mouth opens, he bites my bottom lip between his teeth and I yelp in painful pleasure.

All the time Harry's stare never wavers from me. His dangerously arousing eyes watch my every reaction with palpable intensity.

I place my hands over his and push my fingers through his gaps, dragging them and the material further up my legs. He kisses me deeply and mumbles something against my mouth about being keen but I don't care. I am not going to hide that I am desperate for him.

With no warning, I am suddenly held in his arms. My legs automatically encircle his waist and cross at the back. I snake my arms around his shoulders and my fingers coil themselves in his soft curls at the nape of his neck.   Warm hands slide beneath my panties and grab hard onto my ass cheeks. My reaction is to buck fiercely against his bulging crotch. He sucks in a deep breath before reconnecting his mouth with mine to absorb each other once more. His hold on me is effortless as he strides out of the kitchen, clearly impatient to move upstairs.

When we reach the double doors of the master bedroom, he kicks it open with his foot then once inside he turns and pushes my back against it to shut the door. The day is still light outside but the room is quite dimly lit as the curtains are not fully open.

I release my legs from around him and my feet gently come to rest on the carpet. He steps away from me, spins me around and pulls me sharply back into him. His kisses on my neck are hungry as he gently guides the zip open on my dress. In one swift motion, the fabric is peeling away from my shoulders and sliding down my body, landing in a pool at my feet. He follows the path of the fabric, his hands skimming my arms, thumbs brushing against the sides of my breasts before fingers feather over my stomach. His caress of my skin is invigorating my heart rate and arousing my senses. My head lolls back against his shoulder and he peppers repeated soft kisses against my cheek.

We are sandwiched together, my back to his front, as his fingers tease the top of my panties. His strokes against the material cause me to shiver in delectation. He whips me back around to face him and with my heels on I almost match his height. His darkened eyes lustfully tear themselves away from mine as he surveys me up and down before reaching for my hips and yanking me towards him, smashing our cores together again. My arms wrap loosely around his neck as his nostrils flare and he breaths in deeply.

"Sheer white lace, you sure know how to torture me Lily."

His hands rest flat across the small of my back as he guides me over to the bed and pushes down lightly on my shoulders to sit me on the edge. He kneels down in front of me and spreads my legs. His tongue pokes out of his mouth to moisten his lips.  As he gazes up at me, his emeralds fiercely sparkle with longing.

This is sexually intense Harry. No joking, no laughing, just sheer passion fuelled desire. My whole body is slowly surrendering to his mercy. He is in complete control and I am speechless with apprehension about what is to come.

He deftly unbuckles both sandals and discards them. His hands land on my waist and he lifts and launches me up the bed, pushing me back to lie down. I pull him with me as my head sinks into the pillows. Still full clothed, he sits astride me as I lay beneath him in only my underwear.

He stares cravingly at my breasts and drinks them in. I sit up, my chest meeting his and grab the front of his shirt. The soft flowing black silk sweeps against my skin as my fingers undo the buttons one by one.  It flaps open and my needy hands slide over his torso relishing the smoothness beneath my palms. When I move to the button on his jeans both his hands grip my wrists to stop me. He shakes his head and pushes me back to lie down. He rests his whole body up on his elbows, hovering over me.

"Pre-dinner drinks are all about you and only you." The word 'drinks' flows lasciviously from his lips. He gathers each of my hands in one of his and places them above my head.

"Leave these here, if you move them I will have to begin again. Understand?" His low rasp is hypnotically demanding and erotic pangs shoot deep between my legs. I can only muster a nod as my breathing is so ragged I couldn't speak even if I wanted too.

He begins. His fingers tangle into my hair on either side of my head. A small kiss plants against my forehead. The tip of his tongue slides down the length of my nose. His plump pink lips press hard onto mine, pushing his tongue into my mouth. He grips my tongue in between his teeth and pulls hard. I moan into his mouth before he releases his bite and more kisses pepper along one jawline before moving across to the other.

My eyes close at his seduction and my mouth falls slightly open at the feel of him all over me. His teeth find my ear and he nips at the soft lobe, his heavy breaths echo into my ear as he then tugs it hard in his mouth. I wail and throw my chin back in sheer delight. He has purposely done it to expose my neck to him and he wastes no time in engulfing my skin with his lips, grazing his teeth along its surface. He easily locates my sweetspot on my collarbone and laps against it.

My hands tangle in his hair but he pulls away, moving his face up parallel with mine and raising his eyebrows.

"Tut, tut Lily, you moved. What did I say?" He tone is commandingly mocking. "Up they go, keep them there."

I do as I am told as he starts his descent down my body all over again, following the exact same route. He is still holding his body over mine, resting on his elbows. His strength at his core is unbelievable and I lift my hips and thrust repeatedly knocking against his. A growl emits from his throat and he pins me down under him regaining control once again. I can feel him rock hard against my thigh.

He reaches the valley of my breasts and rubs in nose between them. I arch my back up and he reaches to flip the clasp undone, tearing the bra from my body and throwing it across the room.

His tongue teases my nipple that rises to a peak as he closes his mouth around it, tugging on it and making me whimper in delight. He squeezes my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger and cups my breast, needing it softly in his hand.

His touch has turned me on so much I know I am practically dripping wet for him. His tongue glides down my stomach and circles around my belly button as he pokes it into the dip. His nose ruffles through the fine hairs above my core and his hands grip my hips, pushing them into the mattress. He kisses one thigh and then my other.

My mind is buzzing with so much pleasure my hands involuntarily move to tangle into his hair and push him towards my centre. Again, he stills and his face appears to mine.

He sighs with a smirk. "You're not very good at this game are you?"

"Harry please." I whine desperately.

"Stop moving then beautiful." He rubs his nose against mine and gives my lips a quick kiss.

I buck my hips up in frustration to meet his and he chuckles to himself. His fingers pull my panties to the side and his middle finger pushes into my core and with one quick swipe his cold ring flicks deliciously up my clit causing me jerk harder against him.

"Move again and you won't get your starter. Actually I know what will stop you moving."

I have visions of him tying my wrists to the headboard but before I get lost in my fantasies with one quick flip I am on my front and he is straddling me.

"Now you can't touch me." His mouth smoothly caresses across my shoulder blades, his tongue follows the ridge of my spine and his hands stroke down my body. His fingers hook inside the top of my panties and he yanks them down my legs, leaving me completely naked. He kisses each of my bum cheeks and needs them in his hands. His mouth then trails down my thighs and calves and he tickles his fingers up each of my soles causing me to giggle and wiggle my feet in the process. Without warning, he flips me back over onto my back causing me to inhale a sharp breath.

He dominant eyes look wild as he moves my hands above my head and starts again. The same routine. He knows he's pissing me off but also that I am so desperate for him to touch me I will succumb to his demands in the end.

He reaches the opening at my thighs but instead of staying where I want him, he skips his kisses down my leg, circles his tongue round my knee, brushing his nose down my calf, kissing my feet then switching to the other leg and working his way back up.  It is as though he is mapping my entire body and I am literally panting in anticipation. If he doesn't touch me soon I will have to touch myself because I am having real difficulty suppressing my needs right now. Fire is coursing through my veins; my nerves are on tender hooks waiting to be satisfied.

In one quick motion, he pushes my legs apart with is forehead and places his tongue flat against my slit. His tongue remains completely still; he just applies pressure along the whole area between my soaking thighs. I start to move my hands but manage to refrain and tangle them in my own hair as I cry out.

"For godsake Harry, please." The wait is now too much and I am aching in frustration.

At last, he answers my prayers as his tongue slowly flicks up and down then the very tip teases around and around. He repeats this over and over applying more pressure each time. The feeling is so unbelievable I can hardly catch my breath.

His thumb and index fingers join in as he pushes his tongue against my opening. I scream out and grapple to grip the bed covers, fisting them tightly.

His lips close around my bud as he suckles it. I am literally tearing my hair out as I writhe around beneath him in absolute heaven at his continual torturing frenzy on my bundle of nerves . He palms push hard onto my hips forcing me into the mattress and effectively halting my movements.

Being unable to move the erotic feeling of pleasure has taken over my entire body as he continues to slowly tease me with his tongue. In delirium, I lose all sense of feeling. The electricity raging through me is uncontrollably delightful. When my moans reach fever pitch he removes his tongue ceasing the euphoria.

I throw my head back and curse expletives at him. His tongue begins its assault again. He is agonisingly leading me to my climax but on his terms. He is making me wait and I know the end result with be exultation but getting there so slowly is excruciating and pleasurable all at the same time.

Each time his tongue laps a little longer and his fingers stroke a little harder. The combination of his thumb and tongue is almost too much. I hold my breath. I can't move my body but my head thrashes from side to side. My back defying his hands on my hips and arching as far as it will go.

Being in total control he has other ideas. He releases his grip on my hips as his tongue now flicks continuously back and forth pushing me higher and higher. I writhe beneath him. Both his hands slide up my body to fondle my breasts and tweak hard on each nipple.

He finally sends me over the edge. I shout out in ecstasy as my whole body stiffens and begins to violently vibrate. My toes curl pushing into his jeans against his calves. I quiver and shake as I crash down so fast and hard, the power of my orgasm rips through me, shredding all my self-control. I grab the pillow from under my head and I pull it over my face to muffle my screams.

The feeling between my legs is so lastingly exquisite that I clamp my thighs together and roll onto my side, curling up into the tightest ball. Harry is immediately my big spoon, wrapping his body around mine and soothing me down from my high. He strokes my skin gently and kisses my shoulder. I continue to quiver and pant as I sink back to normal. One or two jerky body movements continue as the sensation between my legs keeps burning.

"Breathe beautiful, breathe." He whispers against my ear.

I finally slump like a ragdoll and he turns me towards him, pulling me into his side. A cover comes over me to shield my naked body and he holds me too him, caressing his fingers up and down my arm and placing kisses on my forehead. I can hear the steady beat of his heart in his chest. He has satisfied me like I have never been satisfied before and I am absolutely spent, flying on his cloud of sheer sexual contentment.