***Warning adult content. Not recommended for young readers. Another note, if you don't like it don't read it. Just move along. For the rest of you, enjoy the rebooted version of this chapter***

Fumbling with the key card, he manages to open the door. I'm startled by the sudden slap on my ass as I'm walking under the threshold of the door frame, he's awfully playful. The door quietly closes behind us and he locks the deadbolt to make sure we're not interrupted. He's staring me up and down, committing everything to memory and making plans for what he'll do with me.

Without a warning he snatches me by my waist, his eyes are wild and hungry. I'm caught in his trap, there is no escaping this. He teases me by lightly tracing his tongue on my lips and I'm melting. The intensity of his kiss is something much more intense than anything I've felt before.

Harry pauses to catch his breath, the warmth coming from his mouth is softly caressing my cheek as his forehead rests on mine. Quietly my name is rolling off his tongue.

"Willow, can you do me a favor for my birthday?"

I nod in agreement which creates a menacing smile on his face.

"I want those beautiful lips on my cock."

My tongue sensually licks my upper lip preparing to give the man what he wants. Sitting him down on the large chaise lounge, I unbutton his pants slow and purposefully. I'm pleasantly surprised with what my exploration reveals.

The man doesn't wear underwear, his size is impressive to say the least, and everything is cleanly groomed including a beautiful happy trail directly below his navel. In my opinion men that don't wear underwear are more confident and unashamed of their bodies. I find it extremely attractive and my need for him becomes even greater because of it.

I'm kneeling on the floor with my fingertips gracefully dancing up his thick thighs after I've completely removed his jeans. He disposes of his own shirt throwing over his shoulder.

"I'm going to take such good care of you." I flirtatiously whisper. "I only have one rule; you're not allowed to touch me until I say so. I want you to try and keep your hands to yourself."

Obediently, he laces his fingers and places his hands behind his head.

"Thank you for being a good boy, you follow directions very well."

I wink and pause before touching him again, I'm finding it rather enjoyable teasing him just a bit, I've never been able to do this before.

"Will, don't tease...I'm going mad here. Please baby."

I put my finger on his lips to shush him. I want my mouth all over his entire body, so I start from the top and work my way down to his center. My fingers twist in his long curls as I nibble on his ear and continue down his neck. I'm making calculated tender kisses down his chest and stomach which is where I linger for a moment.

"Baby please! You're torturing me...I'm dying here."

His emerald green eyes plead for my torment to stop.

"I promise to make this worth the wait."

I grab the shaft of his dick with my right hand and begin to rub his entire length. His head tilts back, each breath is short and pointed. I whisper his name, lowering my eyes commanding him to watch me.

He looks positively delightful. I can't handle this much longer, at this point I'm torturing myself as well. I place the tip of my tongue at his base and slowly trace it to his swollen head. His eyes widen, he's panting, and humming. When I reach the tip, I lick his head all the way around including the dripping pre-cum making his body tremble.

Harry unclenches his hands, eagerly trying to grab my hair as leverage to force himself inside my mouth. I stop and scold him.

"I said no touching. If you keep being naughty, I'll tie your hands up."

"Darling please let me touch your body."

"Not yet...I want you to tell me one more time what you want for your birthday Harry."

"I want my dick in your mouth...now."

Well he's more than ready and I'm satisfied with his answer. I begin to slide every bit of him along my tongue then I wrap my lips around him perfectly. My tongue performs curling tricks up one side and down the other. I spend most of my time on the areas that seem hypersensitive.

"You are fucking amazing, please don't stop."

He bellows, over enunciating every word. I want him to explode in my mouth. I've already tasted his pre-cum and I'm hungry for more. I'm becoming needy for his touch, but I'm not giving in to that desire quite yet. This is about pleasing him, not me.

I pull him out of my mouth for just moment to gaze at him pleadingly.

"I want to taste you Harry, cum for me now."

I put him deep into my throat again, my tempo increases significantly. He raises his hips off the couch forcing himself deeper.

"I'm so close, don't stop doing that with your tongue. I'm losing my fucking mind."

The muscles in his body tense, he's almost ready to release.

"Shit, here it comes. Take it all for me baby. Oh my god, ohhh fuck."

His dick throbs and his cum shoots down my throat. His orgasm lasts longer than I expected but I refuse to pull him out until he's finished. After his body's final jerk, I swallow every bit of it, and he tastes spectacular.

"How'd you like the no touching rule, it makes it more exciting doesn't it?"

He nods joyfully. He's still swollen, I playfully grab him and wrap my tongue all the way around his head one more time, give him a quick suck and a kiss.

"Where did you fucking learn to do that? That was amazing and most definitely the best birthday present I've ever received."

"I'm not finished gift giving my love, not even close. You never know what else you'll get."

I command him to lay on his back. He obeys, waiting with his cock still partially hardened. Damn I'm a lucky bitch, he's mine for the rest of the night.

I seductively remove all my clothes except for my black lace underwear and matching bra. I straddle him with my chest hovering over his, I want to kiss his gorgeous lips again. I feel like a feral animal waiting to attack her prey.

Maybe older women are called cougars because of how aggressively they take charge in bed. Wait am I cougar? What age difference exactly qualifies you as being a cougar? Shit, why am I always overthinking things in the most inopportune moments? Shut up Willow, move along.

I passionately kiss his lips, rubbing the warmth from my panties along his length repeatedly. I'm running my fingers through his curled hair slightly tugging, this is my silent plea for any and all physical touch he's willing to give me.

Our tongues are playfully working together, and small groans escape us, filling the room with the exotic sounds of our need for each other. As the intensity increases so does the glistening of sweat on our skin.

I was right about his hands; they feel incredible traveling all over my body. Each delicate touch is pure ecstasy.

"Baby girl you're soaking wet, I can feel it all over me. You want me inside of you, don't you?"

"Fuck yes, you have no idea."

Anxiously my breath catches anticipating his next move. He wraps his arms around my waist and rolls on top of me, we land on the floor all in one swift motion. He tears off my underwear and bra and flings them across the room.

"It's my turn to have some fun with you beautiful."

He smiles deviously, as he grabs his cock and lines his tip with my entrance. He rubs himself up and down over my lips never once entering me.

"This is what you get for being a tease."

The wrath of his payback may prove to be more than I can handle, he's forcing me to beg for mercy.

"Please Harry give it to me. I need you so bad."

A prevailing smile crosses his pursed lips.

"How about a little role-playing love?" I nod my head. "Why don't you call me Daddy? I'm in charge now."

My chest quickly rises and falls.

"Daddy, I want your cock inside me. Please, I promise I'll be a good girl."

My voice purrs into his ear.

"Mmm, I like the sound of that. Keep going princess."

My body is trembling, I'm starving for him. My mind is kind of a mess, but I choke out a few words to appease him and his Daddy fantasy.

"You can do whatever you want with me. I'm all yours Daddy."

He lifts me up by my hips and slaps my ass.

"Damn right you're mine. I'm gonna fuck you until you can't walk. Are you ready for me baby girl?"

I pathetically nod waiting for him to give me what I need the most. What is it that I need the most you ask? I need Harry inside my body, and I need it more than I ever imagined possible.

Finally, he eases himself into my warmth, I feel like my whole body is crying out in relief. He surveys me, contemplating what he wants to do next. There's just a hint of discomfort because of his size. Without a doubt the pleasure he's giving me outweighs the pain, I forget the ache almost immediately. I grab him by his ass begging him to push deeper inside.

He wags his finger at me as a reminder that I'm not the one in control anymore.

"Tsk, tsk young lady, don't forget that I make the rules and control the tempo."

"I'm sorry Daddy. Maybe you should teach me a lesson."

He responds by forcefully driving himself as deep as he can. The effort he puts into the initial insertion makes my head spin.

"Again...please."

He analyzes my reaction and decides that I'm tough enough to take it.

"Harry, please don't fucking stop."

"It's Daddy."

He grabs both of my legs and places them over his shoulders, intensifying my punishment his thrusts become harder and faster.

My body is writhing, hurried breaths and cries of Daddy escape my mouth.

"I'm sorry for calling you Harry, I'm begging you please don't fucking stop."

He doesn't disappoint, he grants my request. I think my expression tells him that he's found my spot.

"That's the spot isn't it princess?"

I purr in response, I'm unable to speak because my breathing is so out of control. The two of us moan loudly making commands and exasperations including some of the most colorful words in the English language.

"Princess, you're so fucking tight this is incredible. I want you to cum all over my dick, get me messy baby."

He smiles as he grinds his hips against my clit which makes me moan even louder.

"I'm so close. Fuck...oh my god...holy shit I'm cumming."

My body quakes, I'm trying to survive this exhilarating orgasm. It's like a tsunami of ecstasy has brought me to my knees. The pleasure is coming in waves that overtake me completely.

Pleasing me pushes him closer to his own peak, he's standing right on the ledge. I've seen this expression on his face a million times. He makes the same face when he passionately sings on stage. I know I'll never be able to watch him sing that way again without getting desperately turned on.

Harry leans his head back moaning my name as he starts riding out his climax. I lay underneath his body with one hand wrapped around his waist, I'm lightly tracing his skin with the other.

He's still throbbing inside me which pleases me to no end. There's a bit of satisfaction you get knowing you're responsible for someone else's intense sexual gratification. Hands down that was the best orgasm I've ever had. He's a master at his techniques, they're just the right mixture of compassion and ferocity.

"That was incredible, I've never came that hard in my life."

Harry leans in to kiss me softly on my lips and cups my chin with the palm of his hands.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"Damnit Harry where have you been my entire life, you're so sweet and that was the best sex I've ever had. I don't know if I'll ever recover from a one-night stand with The Mr. Harry Styles."

I giggle nervously, which seems to make Harry uncomfortable and mildly frustrated.

"Willow, look at me." He waits until he has my full attention. "That wasn't just great sex. You don't feel that intensity without a serious connection with someone. I'm drawn to you; I want to learn more about you. Look me in the eye and tell me you didn't feel that spark when I touched your hand earlier."

"I did feel it, but I tried ignoring it. I didn't come here tonight looking for a relationship and I couldn't imagine you experiencing the same butterflies I've had in my stomach since the moment I first saw you. And you know the paps will harass you for dating a woman my age, everyone will. They'll turn it into a spectacle. and that'll only complicate your life even further."

"I don't fucking care. Everyone already gives me shit for being attracted to older women and none of that shit matters to me if I'm happy. I never get to be happy; I always have to do what everyone expects of me. But I'm happy right now, I've been happier tonight than I can ever remember."

He brushes a few wavy curls from my forehead and smiles.

"You're crazy, you know that?"

I'm holding his face studying his deep green eyes looking for any bit of insincerity. Happily, I can't find a spec of dishonesty within him.

"Harry, you're splendidly pure, and you make it impossible to turn you down."

I give him a giddy childlike smile when he kisses my nose then my forehead.

"I was hoping you'd say that."

Harry's brilliant smile won't stop, which is great because I don't want it to anyway. I linger a tender kiss on his mouth.

"Happy birthday love."