HARRY E. STYLES
January, 2021

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Loving her through the night was simply not enough. I loved her beyond that.

Keeping my eyes on her bare chest, the goose bumps rising on her skin as my lips wandered all over her body, exploring every inch. She whimpered under my mouth, hissing as my teeth deepened into her flesh, sucking a love bite onto her tender breast. Pulling away to admire the creation, it matched the ones on her neck, adoring her delicate skin. The gold necklace rolling down the side as I nudged it out of the way, caught my eyes, making me bite down on my lip as I glimpsed at her flushed cheeks, parted mouth and furrowed brows.

"Harry," she moaned, sounding desperate for my touch and attention as she laid breathlessly. Moving my hips against hers as I reached further up on her body, tucking my face in the crook of her neck, I felt her fingers crawl up my sides before she deepened her nails in the skin of my back, dragging it down the same time I kissed into her. I lost my breath at the jolt of pain from her touch, my hips falling against hers. "Fuck," she muttered in my ear, her voice failing to remain audible as she gave in to the feeling of my nibbles on her skin.

"What is it, princess? Hm?" I whispered the words, dragging my tongue over each of the love marks left behind. "Sounds like you need something, don't you?"

"Yes," Griffin sighed. She pushed her chest against mine, her legs hooking around my waist as she placed her fingers in my hair, inching up from the nape of my neck. "I do," she started. "Need you."

A chesty growl erupted from my throat as she grinded herself against my cock, easing the ache buried in the tip. Placing my hand on her hip, I pushed her down onto the bed and she whined, my own heartbeat accelerating at the loss of contact. It felt so fucking good but I wanted to bury myself inside of her and come that way, rather than get off with our underwear still in the way.

Mumbling a quiet 'is that so?' as I kissed my way down her stomach was enough to get her breathing going. She was heaving under me, to the point where my ego had run out of stretch. A single touch of my lips on her skin was enough to turn her on, almost like her body just knew what to do the second it came in contact with mine. Just as I dragged my tongue along the line of her underwear, my index finger curled under the material, pulling it back then letting it snap against her skin.

Hands pushing her thighs apart and moving her legs further up, I could easily fit myself between them. Teasing her with gentle kisses from the inside of her knee, up until her thigh and close to her underwear, caused the most angelic sounds to leave her pretty lips.

"Harry," she huffed, her hands dropping by her side as I caught her gripping the duvet beneath her. My mouth hovered over her clothed pussy, breathing down the material and allowing the hot air to fan over her. She whined and lifted her hips from the bed, making me push two of my fingers between her legs. The material was damp as it stuck to her core, forming a small gap amongst her lips. Using it as a little path, I moved my fingers up and down, making Griffin moan at the feeling and whisper, "Yes," when I pressed a little harder on where her clit was hiding. Slotting my tongue where my fingers had been caused her to stretch her legs out and whimper, the air becoming thicker with tension as my eyes closed and I indulged in her smell.

Once she started getting into a rhythm, I slowly shifted closer to her, moulding our lips in a sensual kiss before she sucked my tongue in her mouth. I groaned in pleasure, feeling her fingers tug on my hair at the same time.

"I wanna make love to you," she whispered, bringing my face closer to hers. Glancing from one of her eyes into the other, I swear I fell in love all over again. The glimmer from the gentle lights that lit up the whole room, came from under the bed. She loved the idea at my place and decided to do the same here. It set the mood and brought comfort for the both of us. My heart missed a beat then picked up as her teeth tugged on my bottom lip, wondering if I'd entertain the idea of us kissing for a lifetime.

Feeling hot as my chest burst from love, the only thing I could do was nod, before the words slid past my lips, "Make love to me... please."

It only took a matter of moments until we were both without underwear, feeling nothing but each other's skin. The second those last words left my mouth, Griffin kissed me so hard, our teeth clinked and we couldn't help but chuckle. Eyes smiling as my hands pushed her legs apart once more, I was careful to kiss her deeply, tasting her with my tongue almost immediately. She gasped and mumbled my name, making it sound like the most wonderful word ever created. Though it wasn't until enough saliva gathered in my mouth that I pulled back, spitting it right on her aroused pussy. Watching it trickle down onto her clit and between her lips, the tiniest whine left my mouth at the erotic sight. Bringing my fingers over to rub her in circles, her thighs instantly closed up and it made moving my fingers difficult.

"Open your legs, princess," I instructed, using a soft but firm tone to get her to obey. She pushed them apart, taking in deep breaths of air. "That's my good girl. Gonna continue to be good for me, right?"

"Mhm..." she hummed and I pulled my finger away, still connected to her by the mixture of her arousal and my spit. Crying out, she spoke, "Been waiting all day..."

"I know, sweetheart," I cooed, kissing her hip and down her left thigh. "Why don't you tell me what you'd like, hm? My fingers? My tongue? Tell me."

"Both," she burst out saying, making me grin as she continued to move her hips in the air, pushing down on the bed as though she tried to gain some sort of friction. Watching her edge, turned me on immensely, the feeling going straight to my prick. "I want your fingers in my pretty pussy and your lips on my clit and your hand going up my bod—fuck."

Without needing her to finish all her wishes, I acted. Sliding two fingers through her folds before they filled her warm, tight hole, the digits curled inside of her plush walls. Hearing her gasp and move her hips against my movements, it was my lips travelling down her mound and inching closer to her clit that left her begging for more.

"Yes—right there," she breathed as my fingers touched her soft spot, each flick of them receiving the same little gasps from her. My cock was hard and standing between my stomach and the bed. Deciding to grind against it as I harshly sucked her clit in my mouth, her breathing hitched. "Feels so fucking good."

Keeping my eyes closed as I nibbled on her clit and curled my fingers in her pussy, my left hand squeezed her soft breast. My chin was soaking from her wetness as my fingers pinched her nipple, making her jolt suddenly and relax into the feeling as she murmured, "Harder... harder, baby—shit, yes."

"You're so fucking hot, princess," I glanced up at her before I placed her legs on my shoulders. "I want you in my mouth—can I have a taste?" I asked and she pushed her head up, looking at me with burning cheeks and bitten lips. Her eyes were filled with lust. Her hair a mess. How was she mine?

"Yes—always. Please," she begged, keeping her body up on her elbows. My hands slid down her side, holding her ass until I reached close enough to use my thumbs and spread her open. I could feel her eyes on me, watching my every move like she couldn't wait until she felt me on her. Her pussy was soaked, glistening in the dark room and spread before me. Whining as I moved my head closer, my tongue itching to taste her, the sound of her voice stopped me. "Look at me," she whispered and I did. Our eyes met and I pressed my mouth on her. I caught hers rolling to the back of her head for a moment then she placed her attention back on me, enjoying the way my lips tasted hers. Pointing my tongue against her clit and sucking on it, she shivered and grabbed a fistful of my hair. As she grinded her pussy to my face, I moved my wet muscle further down, dipping into her dripping core and moaning into her sweetness. "Good god... you're so good—fuck, I wanna come on your tongue. I do... please."

Eventually, her head rolled back and I could see her throat sticking out. Her chest moving swiftly. Her nipples erect. My mouth salivated at the sight, making her wetter between her thighs as I pushed my tongue into her. Griffin trembled and her back arched as my lips worked on her, my hands grabbing at every part of her.

"Nothing feels like this, I swear," she panted. "Nothing's as good as your tongue making my pussy come," she continued, making me lick her harder and faster, pinching her nipples and twisting them before my right hand flicked the little pebble. Griffin jerked under me as it happened, pushing herself more against my mouth, moaning when I closed my lips around her folds, tugging them back.

"Yeah? Do you touch yourself to the thought of me buried in you?" I wondered, listening to her desperately trying to catch her breath. She was a mess on the bed, all laid out for me to please. "Does it get you off, princess? When you think of my hot tongue, deep in your soaked cunt? Tasting you, licking you, biting you raw? It sure makes my cock hard—hurts sometimes. Do you think about that? Tell me."

"It does—I do... I touch myself to the thought of you all the time," she nodded vigorously. "I wish you'd wake me with you inside me every morning."

"Hmmm," I found myself thinking meanwhile a slow, smug smile curled on my lips. "That can be arranged."

"Please..." she whined, holding onto my arm. She glanced down at me for a second, biting her lip as she saw my hard cock, glistening at the top. Once she sat up, she reached down, her delicate hand wrapping around it, tugging it up and down as she pushed her face in the crook of my neck. Whilst her wrist continued its paced movement, her lips wandered over my skin, starting from the base of my neck and up to my ear. My breath hitched in the back of my throat as the feeling of her touch overwhelmed my sensitive body, eyes fluttering closed as my lips parted, her arousal still sitting on my chin. "I just want you," she whispered, kissing her way back to my neck.

"You didn't come on my tongue yet," I pouted, reaching up to touch the side of her face. Cheeks burning under my touch, I grinned contently, knowing very well that I made her feel so fucking good. "S'my favourite part."

"But I want you so badly," she huffed, placing her hands on my shoulders as she moved on top of me. Both of her legs straddling my lap, I could feel how hot and wet she was, making me shiver and moan the moment her pussy grinded against my cock.

"Shit, princess—ah, that feels fucking incredible," I tossed my head back, leaning on my arms, as she continued to roll her hips against mine. "Absolutely soaking my cock... just take me, please. Do it," I encouraged, not caring about anything anymore. The feeling she gave me was beyond this world, practically unexplainable.

"You want this pussy, baby?" she cradled my face, moving it back up to look at me in the eyes. She was stunning, so fucking sexy as she spoke, making it harder for me to breathe. "You wanna come in me? Fill me up like no one has ever done it before?"

"Shit—yes."

Her head tilted to the side, an innocent look in her eyes as she said, "Say please."

"Please," I begged. "Fuck my cock, princess. Please."

Griffin hummed as she leaned over, kissing me on the mouth with her tongue finding mine instantly. Her arms wrapped around my neck and our chests pressed together, the same time she lifted herself higher on the bed and I reached down to help myself into her. We both gasped the second I ran the tip over her slit, teasing the both of us before she made the decision to lower herself down, angling her hips so it was comfortable.

I couldn't bite my moans back as her body moved on top of mine, our hips meeting in the middle. It hit harder for her each time, touching a soft spot that made her head spin. Griffin pushed me onto my back and held herself up by my head as she bounced on my cock, sliding all the way down before she'd move back up. The roll of her movements as she clenched around me started to build the burn in the pit of my stomach, the brush of her breasts against my lips making her moan.

"Mhmm, so good," she grinned with eyes closed. The room was getting hotter and sweatier as I neared my orgasm. I was so turned on by her that I knew I could never last longer than I had to. Wanting to come at the same time, I reached for her tits, bringing one of them to my mouth to suck on her nipple, flicking my tongue over it before giving it a little nip. "More—fuck, give me more, Harry."

"Gonna come on my cock, sweetheart?" I breathed, moving us around so she laid on her back. Her hair flat against the surface and her tits displayed before me, I reached between us to fit myself back into her. Her arousal made it so fucking easy for me to slide my dick in and out of her, filling the room with the filthiest sound as our moans joined soon enough. "C'mon, tell me who's making your pussy clench so good, hm?"

"You," she whimpered. "You're making my pussy clench so good, Harry. I love it."

"That's it, princess. Come for me," I encouraged, touching her clit with my finger to rub it in harsh circles. She gasped for air and arched her back, tugging on her breasts as she continued to cry out. Placing my hand on her face as my hips thrust into her, each time a little faster and harder than before, she took my thumb in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it like it was my cock. "Look at me."

My mind was spinning. I couldn't see properly. She was fucking stunning beneath me, spreading her legs open wide and allowing me to stuff her pretty cunt full with my thick cock. It felt insane. She was so snug and absolutely drenched. I could've lived in her forever.

Taking my hand from her face and wrapping it around her throat, her mouth opened without question. I watched as her eyes rolled back the same time I picked up the pace again, feeling closer and closer to release as did she.

"Wanna come so bad, fuck," she groaned, bringing a hand around my wrist, the other toying with her gorgeous tits. I felt like I could explode right then and there, the thought of coating her soft, wet walls with my thick cum pushing me over the edge.

"Fucking hell," I shuddered, fucking her faster to get her to an orgasm. "Come on, sweetheart. Give it to me."

"So close," she whined as I pushed my hand down on her lower abdomen, still feeling myself fuck into her. Shifting her hand over to where mine laid, she moaned at the feeling, body starting to shake as she finally came to reach her orgasm.

"Feel me in there, sweetheart?" I moaned as my body started to give in, her pussy clenching around me to squeeze every drop of cum out of me. "Fucking you so good, aren't I? Treating you like the princess you are."

"Harry... so good... so good, so fucking good, oh my god," she cried, clinging onto me as her legs wrapped tightly around my body, hitting her hips upwards as she rode through the euphoric feeling. Her eyes were screwed shut and her eyebrows dipped, her lips fell apart as the last words formed into something more of a whisper. She continued to breathe heavily and tremble through the feeling, soaking my soft cock as I gently pulled out of her.

Not having the energy to even sit any longer, I fell beside her, my head hitting a little higher than the pillow which resulted in a loud thud against the wall. Squeezing my eyes and rubbing the back of my head, I slid down the mattress and groaned in slight discomfort.

"Was that your big head?" she teased me, trying her best to laugh properly as she was still out of breath.

"Yeah," I chuckled. "Hurts like a motherfucker."

"That'll be me tomorrow because I already can't feel my lower half. It's all tingly."

"You just had an orgasm," I scoffed, not believing that I had the power to make her unable to walk. Yes, I may have fucked the life out of her for tonight but I was sure she'd be fine by the morning.

"Yes, and your massive cock shoved up into my guts," she countered, making me laugh smugly. Good. That's the only thing she should be thinking about anyway. "If I lose the ability to walk, you better be prepared to coach me through life."

"Wouldn't want it any other way," I sighed.

I felt so worn. We have sex regularly but tonight was different. It felt so fucking good. I wasn't sure what it was. Maybe our feelings? It was so intimate this time around. The eye contact and the kisses and the way we held onto each other. It was everything and more I could've ever asked for, honestly.

Pussy whipped. You are pussy whipped, Harry.

"But you'll be glad to know we have no plans for tomorrow," I told her, lying on my back as my eyes felt heavy and closed.

"You say that now but when tomorrow comes, you'll be telling me to get ready because we have somewhere to be," she mocked me and I mean, she wasn't wrong. I had random ideas sometimes and she was fine with them for the most part. It wasn't even that we had to do something to be with the other, simply, I enjoyed experiencing different things with her.

Wait.

Tomorrow was kind of a big day for me. Yeah, we were definitely not going to do anything. Not until I've done my business in town. Shit. The thought dawning on me was stressing me out a little bit because I've never done anything like this before.

You are picking up a ring. What's so hard about that?

I guess it's more to do with the pressure of it turning out how I imagined it. Not that it's anything world-shaking. It's definitely not the size of what Callum got his girlfriend. In comparison to that, I wondered if it was enough. I always told myself if I ever propose to the love of my life, they'll get the prettiest ring there is in the world. It's something that will only happen once and it needs to go perfectly, it needs to be memorable.

Saying that, Griffin was easily pleased—take the little notes as an example. They were personal and came from me which was enough for her. I caught her rereading them before bed when I'd stay over at her place and though I never mentioned it, seeing her do that, made me so happy. That's why it was clear to me that even though my budget only allowed me to go so high and so wide, she'd love the ring nonetheless. Not to mention, that at the end of the day, it was more to do with my confession of love for her and my intention of being with her forever, than the materialistic side of it.

Aaand you can always propose to her again in the future and buy her another ring when the business picks up. Stop overthinking it, dickhead.

"Come for a shower with me," she nudged me, turning on her side. Peeking at her from behind my closed eyelids, she looked so pretty. She was practically glowing in the neon lights coming from under the bed and I loved how wild her hair looked. Twirling a strand around my finger then watching it fall against her naked shoulder, a sigh erupted from my chest. "What is it?" she wondered, furrowing her eyebrows in worry.

"I'm just thinking about how pretty you are."

"Harry," she tried to bite the smile tugging on her lips as she groaned, hiding her face with her hands. I had no idea how she went from speaking so filthy to me to blushing when I called her pretty.

"What?" I asked.

"Stop saying cute shit like that to me," she huffed, secretly loving it. That's the thing with her, I think. She wants all this cute stuff but then gets so embarrassed about it and calls it cringe. I get a good laugh out of her reaction but every time I tell her, it's the truth.

"Would you rather me say how much I wish you were sitting on my chest with your gorgeous thighs wrapped around my head?" I raised my eyebrow challengingly.

"I'd rather you come take a shower with me before I'm forced to fuck you again."

"That doesn't sound too bad, does it?"

"Stop thinking with your dick and come take a shower with me," she pouted, poking my side repeatedly. "Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Pleas-,"

"Oh my god!" I bit when she wouldn't shut up. "How do you have the energy to be getting on my nerves?"

"I'm getting on your nerves?" she asked, eyes widening as she pulled back.

"That's what I said, didn't I?"

"Get fucked," she mumbled, getting out of bed. I smirked as I caught my hand print on her ass, looking sexy as shit. It covered the whole side of her. Not to mention the faint grip marks on her waist that were also forming slowly. "Stop gawking, you pig!" she turned around and flipped me off, trying her best to keep up the whole act but her eyes were laughing.

As she almost left the room, I gathered all my energy and climbed off the bed then ran after her. Griffin screamed as she shoved the door open, running for the bathroom but she couldn't slam the door shut in time as I threw myself inside.

"Are you insane?" she shouted. "What if I closed the door on you?"

"But you didn't," I shrugged, panting as I turned the shower on. "You coming or what?" I pointed towards the running water then stepped inside, leaving the door open. Soon enough, she appeared before me, closing the glass door on us and I guess the rest was history.