This is the second update today, so if you haven't read the first one (Chapter 62 featuring Sara Sampaio) please read that first!

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Neither of us said anything, but stared into each others eyes for a moment, before Harry leaned forward again, brushing his lips delicately against mine, his other hand resting casually on my upper thigh. We kissed a couple of times and his hand crept slowly higher, albeit over my dress rather than under it, but I was forced to rest my hand on top of his to prevent him from taking things any further in full view of Paul and Dale. He smiled against my lips and squeezed my thigh enticingly with his fingertips, sending another pang of longing from the pit of my stomach to the heat between my legs.

I let out a tiny breath and he stroked his thumb across the fabric of my dress at the top of my thigh in response. He knew he was turning me on, and he knew that I knew he knew. He glanced at Dale and Paul out of the corner of his eye, but they were deep in conversation about idiot paparazzi, and so he silently pressed his palm flat against my right leg, pushing it open and away from my left by a few inches, and then dropped his hand down again to my calf. My pulse began to race as his lips brushed mine again with the same pressure as his fingertips (that had slipped underneath the hem of my dress and were now stroking my leg.) They skated deftly higher, up to my knee, and drew small circles there for a few seconds while his tongue slid slowly against mine, warm and sweet yet at the same time teasing. I lifted my hand to the back of his neck, threading my fingers into his curls and pulling gently at the roots, letting him know he was driving me steadily crazy.

His other hand left my cheek momentarily, the tips of his fingers trailing down my neck, over my collarbone and down my chest to brush my nipple through my dress. I dug my fingers into the back of his neck hard, and once again I felt his lips curl into a smile against mine as he acknowledged my frustration and pleasure. He stroked it a few times as it hardened beneath his hand, and then he pulled away from the kiss briefly to cast another glance at the front seat. Paul and Dale were still engrossed in swapping pap stories, oblivious to what was taking place behind them, and Harry seemed to take this as a green light to push his luck, and let his hand wander up my inside thigh, his lips pressing harder against mine and shifting his body around to hide what we were doing.

I knew I should stop him, but I physically ached for him. I adjusted my position slightly in my seat, opening my legs further to let him do what he wanted, and I pulled impatiently on the hair at the back of his neck again as he gently teased his fingers against the skin of my inside thigh, drawing a figure of eight over and over, working his way slowly higher and higher, closer to where I wanted him to be.

I waited, holding my breath in anticipation, and finally his finger brushed against me, finding me already wet for him with nothing to prevent him access. His eyes widened as he drew back from me and looked into my eyes questioningly, no doubt wondering why I wasn't wearing any underwear, and I smiled back mischievously and gave him the briefest eyebrow flash. His lips were on mine again immediately, pushing his finger slowly inside me before withdrawing it and adding a second. I bit down on his bottom lip as I felt myself clenching his fingers involuntarily, understanding the need to keep completely silent to avoid drawing attention to ourselves, but struggling not to cry out in pleasure at the feel of him inside me.

I dropped my left hand to his crotch to find him rock hard and straining against his trousers, but as soon as I applied pressure to his erection he broke the kiss and breathed hard against my cheek as he pulled my hand away with his free hand. I looked into his eyes again as he pushed his fingers in and out of me, agonisingly slowly at first, but with gradually increasing speed. I maintained the eye contact as I felt the tension building within me, the thrill of potentially being caught at any moment intensifying the pleasure. As I neared the edge I felt my eyes closing, and I pulled Harry's face down to mine as I started to come, crashing our lips together and fighting to control my breathing and stay silent. His fingers pushed deep inside me as I tightened around them in continuous waves, my tongue pushing into his mouth and my fingertips digging into the back of his neck.

His hand dropped back to my chest and he gently pinched my nipple through my dress again, and I pushed my hips down in my seat onto his hand to drag out every last second of this feeling. His fingers slowed, and eventually came to a stop but stayed inside me while my pulsing faded. I relaxed my grip on his hair and he pulled away from my lips to plant a quick kiss on my nose, smiling at me before withdrawing his fingers completely.

The car slowed, and I realised we were up in the hills and approaching Harry's gates. I hastily straightened my seatbelt and tried to look demure, while my heart rate slowed and the flush in my cheeks still burned with intensity. Dale and Paul paused their pap-bashing long enough to say goodnight as we got out of the car, and Harry let us in the front door and into the hallway.

"Well that was an interesting eve-" he began, closing the door behind us, but I cut him off by pushing him hard against the wall and pressing my lips fiercely to his. His hands snaked around my waist and crushed my body against his chest, and he murmured against my lips, "Oh, baby yeah..."

I thrust my hips forward against his and he dropped his hands to my thighs, sliding my dress up my legs until it was bunched up round my waist, and then slipped his arms behind me and squeezed my buttocks. I quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it open as I pushed my tongue into his mouth, then ran my hands down the front of his body and curled my fingers over the waistband of his trousers. I could feel his erection digging into me and a new ache was beginning between my legs again. He pulled his hands away from my bottom and let the hem of my dress fall back into place, and reached behind my neck to pull my zip down. He peeled the front of it away from my chest and let it fall to the floor at my feet, unclipping my bra with one smooth flick and dropping it next to my dress.

"Your clothes seem to have fallen off," he murmured, pulling back to survey my naked body.

"How unfortunate," I said, sadly.

He scooped my hair into his left hand and brought it forward over my right shoulder so it covered my breast, and then gave a soft groan and leaned forward to kiss the left side of my neck. I slipped his shirt off his shoulders while his soft lips brushed my jawline, my collarbone and my shoulder before he bent lower and took my left nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and breathing hard as I dug my nails into his scalp. I left my head fall back and closed my eyes as I unbuttoned his trousers and opened the zip, and then pushed my hand inside to grip his full length through his boxers. He moaned again, his hot breath raising goosebumps on my skin and turning the ache between my legs into a slow burn.

"I want you," I breathed, looking down at him, and he lifted his head and pressed his mouth to mine again as I pulled his trousers down. I squeezed the bulge in his boxers again, and then pulled on the waistband to slide them down his thighs. He kicked everything off impatiently, and I went to remove my heels, but he shot his hand out to stop me.

"Leave them on," he said huskily, and swallowed my murmur of assent with another knee-trembling kiss. He cupped my breasts in his hands, kneading them gently and pressing his erection between my legs where I was still wet and desperate for him.

I draped my arms over his shoulders and he turned us around so my back was flat against the wall and pressed his tip between my thighs, teasingly. I jumped and locked my legs around his waist and with a groan of longing he held me up, pressed his chest against mine and slowly entered me. I cried out softly and kissed him hard, grinding my hips down onto his to create some friction. He grunted in pleasure, and began pushing in and out of me, hard and fast. My moans echoed his as he pounded me, our tongues sliding over each other in the same way as our cores.

I dug my nails into his shoulder blades and whimpered into his mouth as I felt myself tightening again, and he pushed me harder against the wall and bit down on my bottom lip before letting out a loud groan and driving himself deep into me, tipping me over the edge for the second time that night, as he started to come. He gasped repeatedly and I felt his legs wobbling beneath us as I gripped his waist between my thighs and pushed myself against him to deepen the connection.

His movements eventually slowed in rhythm with mine, and he leaned his full weight on me against the wall, breathing hard and fast as he came to a stop. "I love you," he gasped.

I buried my face in his neck, breathing in the scent of his aftershave and planting a gentle kiss on his skin. "I love you too."

He pulled out of me and lowered me back down to let my feet find the floor again, but continued to hold me tightly against him, gently caressing my back and my hair. We stayed locked in an embrace for a few moments, before Harry murmured into my hair, "Those shoes, though."

I giggled into his chest and looked up at him to see him smiling sheepishly at me. "You liked me keeping them on, then?"

He cleared his throat, grinning. "Um, yeah, just a bit." I grinned back, and he added, "For the record, any time you want to seduce me in just a pair of heels is absolutely fine with me."

"Duly noted," I nodded, and as I bent down to retrieve my bra and dress he gave my bum a cheeky smack and I laughed.

"Do you want a brew in bed?" he offered, picking up his clothes too.

"Does this mean I get to watch you making me a cup of tea in your kitchen naked?" I teased.

"No," he answered. "It means you can go upstairs and get into my bed and wait for me, preferably exactly as you are without a stitch on."

"Again, Mr Styles?" I asked in mock astonishment, batting my eyelids at him, and he smirked triumphantly.

"Let's see if we can go for a record."

"I do love a challenge," I breathed, kissing him again as he handed me his clothes, and he threw a cheesy smile over his shoulder as he strutted through to the kitchen, stark naked. I leaned against the door frame and watched him for a minute, giggling as he overexaggerated every action, from reaching up to the cupboard to get the cups with his bum stuck out, to flicking the kettle on with a flourish, with one hand on his hip.

Once the tea was ready I carried our clothes upstairs and got into bed, snuggling under the duvet as I heard Harry climbing the stairs, cursing as he spilt a bit of tea on the carpet. He appeared in the doorway and smiled at me as he carried the cups over to the bed and set them down on the nightstand, and then jumped heavily into bed.

"You'd better be naked under there," he said, lifting the duvet up and scooting closer to me.

"Of course," I replied, sliding my arms around his neck as he rolled on top of me and started kissing me again.

"I hope you're not planning on much sleep tonight," he added, as his lips made their way under my jaw and down my neck, spreading a flush of warmth through my entire body.

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