Second part of today's double update :)

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(No Control - 62. Little Things, second part)

By the time we get back, dinner is almost ready. Gemma is helping Mum plate everything up, so Jess and I sit down at the table with Robin.

"So are you going to any of the boys' concerts, Jess?" Mum asks as she finally sits down and we begin to eat.

"Um, yes, Cardiff and London," Jess replies.

"Have you been before?" Robin asks.

"Yes, twice," Jess nods, and tells the story of how she first became a fan of One Direction.

"What do your parents do?" Mum asks.

"My dad is an accountant and my mum works part time at a primary school in the office," she replies.

"So you get your passion for numbers from your dad then?" Mum asks.

"Um... yes, I suppose so," she says uncertainly.

"Harry said you're a bit of a whizz with figures," Mum explains, smiling at me, and I feel myself turning pink at this revelation. I'd told her that months ago after I'd first stayed over at Jess's flat. As if she remembered.

Once everyone has finished, Gemma helps Mum clear the plates and I lead Jess back into the lounge and set up the Scrabble board. Gemma joins us not long after, and then Mum and Robin bring some wine through.

Jess seems to have relaxed a bit now, and this makes me relaxed. I enjoy taking the piss out of Gemma for most of the evening, and the moment I lay down 'zebra' on a triple letter and double word score is possibly one of the finest of my life.

"That will be... oh yes, seventy-two points to me," I gloat as Robin writes my score down. "See that, Gem? Seventy-two points. That's more than you've scored this whole game."

"Harry, stop gloating," Mum says, but she's smiling at me as she says it.

"What's that?" I say, cupping my hand behind my ear. "You all wish you were as good as me? Well, you've either got it or you haven't."

"Got what, an over-inflated ego?" Gemma replies. "Yes, you definitely have that."

"Tut tut, jealousy is an ugly emotion," I scold Gemma, wagging my finger at her.

"Go and plait your hair or something," she says, rolling her eyes, and Jess giggles.

I win the game, and Jess comes last.

"Tales," I remark, studying the board with an exaggerated expression of interest. "That was one of yours wasn't it, baby? Six points... well done."

"Harry, fuck off," Gemma mutters in an undertone.

"Muuummmm, Gemma swore at me," I call to Mum loudly, as she comes back into the room with a new bottle of wine and tops up everyone's drinks.

"And why did she swear at you, Harry?" Mum asks.

"I don't know!" I say, sadly. "I was just sitting here, talking about how much I miss you all when I'm away from you for such long periods of time, and she just started swearing and shouting."

Mum shakes her head and Gemma rolls her eyes.

"No, what actually happened, was Harry was gloating over his Scrabble win," Gemma explains. "So I stuck up for Jess, because he was taking the piss out of one of her words."

"See?!" I exclaim. "There she goes again with her foul language!"

Everyone ignores me.

"I think Jess had her mind on other things," Mum smiles at Jess, who smiles shyly back.

"What other things?" I ask, confused, but no one offers any further explanation.

We snuggle up on the sofa and watch a Denzel Washington film, and I play with Jess's hair as she lays against me. She keeps nodding off, and so do I. I am awoken by her kissing me softly on the lips, and when I look around the room there's only Gemma in the armchair playing on her phone.

"Sorry," I say sleepily.

"What for?" Jess asks.

"Falling asleep and ignoring you," I murmur, pulling her tighter against my chest.

"Don't be silly," she whispers. "Do you want to go to bed?"

"Yeah," I mumble, and we head upstairs. My boner is making an appearance already.

Just before we get into bed, I slide my arms around Jess's waist and leave a couple of soft kisses on her neck. I feel her skin break out in goosebumps, and knowing her nipples are hard almost makes me lose control. But instead I move away from her and grab a little band from my holdall and use it to pull my hair back off my face. It has the desired effect.

She looks at me with a slightly glazed expression as I scoot under the covers, and as soon as she slides into bed next to me I launch my attack.

I roll over and kiss her for a couple of seconds, just long enough to get her a bit hot and bothered, and then I pull away.

"Hi," I say, and she echoes my greeting.

"You're beautiful," I whisper softly, and she gives this cute little nervous laugh. Immediately I know I've got under her skin.

I kiss her again, with more passion this time, and I run my hand down her side, stroking her skin gently, and then hook her leg under my arm and pull it up to my waist. Her tongue slips in my mouth and I hear myself moan as her fingers caress the back of my neck. Her hips press against mine, as if reacting to the sound, and I smirk into our kiss, knowing I've succeeded in turning her on.

I pull away and look into her eyes. I can feel her heart pounding. To be fair, mine is too. She's fucking amazing.

I lean all the way over her, switch the lamp off that's on her side of the bed, and give her a chaste kiss on the lips.

"Night, baby," I say casually, and I roll away from her onto my side. I grin into the darkness. I can almost hear her thoughts - What the fuck?

She doesn't move for a moment, and I wait.

She slides across the bed and spoons me - I can't fucking resist this - and lays her arm across my waist. I slide my fingers between hers, and with my other hand I reach behind me and gently stroke her leg. I feel her hips press against my back as she kisses my shoulder blades, and her fingers break away from mine and stroke my stomach. I give a soft sigh. I'm hard as a fucking rock. But I haven't finished teasing her yet.

I roll back towards her and we start kissing again, harder this time. She pulls me on top of her and gives a firm thrust of her hips against mine.

It takes everything I have to pull away, but I manage it. I give her a soft peck, and then roll back over to my side.

"Where are you going?" she asks in a strangled voice, and I hold in my laugh.

"To sleep," I reply, as if this should be obvious.

"Wh...?" she trails off, and I feel bad. I don't want her to think I don't want her. But I'm not going to make this any easier on her.

I quickly turn over to look at her.

"You said you wouldn't feel comfortable doing anything here," I breathe, making sure my lips are almost touching hers, and my gaze is fixed firmly on her. "I respect that, baby. I'm not going to pressure you," I add, for extra brownie points.

"Wh...? No, really, it's fine. Really," she says, and reaches for me again.

I pull back.

"Jess I don't want you to feel you have to," I murmur, and then I look down at her lips and run my tongue over mine, before looking back into her eyes.

I know exactly what I'm doing to her.

"I don't feel I have to," she protests. "I want to. I want you."

Funny, you seemed to enjoy promising me you wouldn't feel comfortable earlier. Don't kid a kidder, Jess.

"I mean, I have got condoms," I say, slowly and seriously, and I watch as her face drops to an expression of longing. "But maybe you're right, we're at my mum's," I say, quickly. "We probably shouldn't."

"You've got condoms?" she pants, and her nails dig into my skin as she speaks. She's literally gagging for it.

"Yeah I've got some in my drawer here," I tell her. "But you were right.. it wouldn't feel right..."

She cuts me off with a, "Shut up, Harry," and kisses me hard. I pin her to the bed as her tongue slips in my mouth again and our kissing becomes more urgent. Her leg wraps around my waist, pulling my body harder against hers, and as my dick presses against her gently I let out a little groan.

I need to make her beg for it. I have to see this through.

"I don't know if this is a good idea," I whisper between kisses, and she suddenly pulls back and stares at me, annoyed.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"What's the matter?" I ask, desperately trying to keep my face straight.

"Stop teasing me!" she snaps.

"What do you mean?"

"I need you, Harry," she pleads. "I don't get why you're so reluctant."

This is fucking comedy gold. I should win an Oscar for this.

"I'm not reluctant. I just don't know if you're doing this for the right reasons," I tell her.

"What?" she hisses. "I'm so hot for you right now - what other reason could there be?"

"Well, I feel like I pressured you before," I whisper. "I just don't want you to feel like you have to."

"Stop overthinking!" she scolds. "I want you - come oonnnnn," she begs.

Does this count as begging? I feel like I need to hear her plead for me.

"Please," she says, as if she can read my mind.

Yessssss!

"Please what?" I murmur.

"I want you," she says, softly.

"You want me to what?" I whisper, trying out a sultry look as I gaze into her eyes, and it must work, because she replies,

"I want you to fuck me, right here in this bed."

Jesus fucking Christ, OK OK. I'm there.

I press my lips onto hers and shift on top of her so I am lying between her legs, my erection pressing hard against her. I move my head to glide my tongue across her neck.

"Finally," she says breathlessly, pressing her hips to mine again. "I thought I was going to have to beg..."

I grin at her words, and she gasps and snaps her head up to look at me.

"I think you'll find you did," I wink.

One-nil to Styles.

"Did you... were you...," she stutters. "Is that why you were saying no?!That was all an act?!"

I grin delightedly at her, and kiss her again.

"Oh my fucking God, Harry," she snaps, and I moan at her fury, ready to channel her frustration into something fucking amazing.

"You make me so hot when you talk dirty," I murmur into her neck, and then lift up her pyjama top and brush my lips against her stomach. I'm rewarded by tiny goosebumps appearing all the way up her chest. Her nipples are rock hard, just like my dick, and I literally can not wait to be inside her.

"You... you...," she splutters, furiously.

"Yeah, yeah," I grin. "You love it, I know."

I almost say "You love me, I know," but I change tack at the very last second, deciding this could change the playful tone of this conversation and I'm quite enjoying it the way it is.

"Now shut up, and let me fuck you, right here in this bed, like you asked," I say firmly, and slide her shorts down her thighs.

"Harry," she protests, but I press my lips against hers in one of my most passionate kisses, and she succumbs, thus letting me know she is completely at my mercy.

Her arms slip around my neck and her fingers tug at my hair as she kisses me, kicking her shorts off properly at the same time. I nestle back between her legs again and nudge her with my erection through the fabric of my shorts. She breathes hard, so I nudge her again and she brings one hand down between us and gently squeezes my dick. 

I mumble a "Mmmm," into her mouth, and she quickly pulls my boxers off, before wrapping her fingers around me and slowly moving up and down. I lean all my weight on my left arm and slide my right hand lightly up her inside thigh, pausing at the top before running one finger gently against her, and she whimpers softly. I groan softly at how wet she is, and slowly slip one, then two fingers inside her.

She gives a quiet moan and I dip my head down and kiss her breasts delicately, moving my fingers in and out of her at an increasing pace. The pace of her hand increases too, and after a minute I have to brush her hand away from me while I continue my rhythm, or else this will be over very quickly. 

"Harry," she gasps, and it's lucky she let go of me because I would probably have come at the sound of her calling my name like that.

I press my lips against hers as she grabs my arm with one hand and squeezes it in her fist as she groans into my mouth. I feel her spasms contracting around my fingers and I slow down to draw it out as long as I can. When I'm certain she's finished I kiss her nose gently and she smiles.

"Bloody hell," she murmurs, and I want to punch the air with my fist. 

I settle instead for a shy smile, and she pulls my face down to hers and kisses me with such feeling it makes my heart constrict.

She wriggles down a bit, and reaches for my erection again, softly running her hand over it, before slowly pumping up and down. I give a grunt of approval, and she gives me a gently tug towards her, so I press my tip against her entrance, and she stops and looks at me.

"We need to use a condom," she whispers.

"I know," I whisper back.

Neither of us moves, and we stare at each other. My heart is pounding, and I'm desperate to just push forward, just to experience that incredible feeling again. I have a suspicion she wouldn't stop me; that she wants to feel me as much as I want to feel her.

Common sense takes over, and I lean over to the drawer beside the bed, and pull out a condom. I rip it open and sit back on my heels to put it on. She sits up too and reaches for my face again, pulling me down to kiss her. I forget the condom for a moment, and lose myself in the kiss. The feel of her lips on mine, the taste of her tongue gently tickling my bottom lip, the brush of her breath against my cheek as she kisses me... I swear to God I could stay like this forever, locked in this embrace, ensconced in this little bubble, just the two of us.

I eventually manage to roll the condom on, and she starts on climb on top of me but I stop her.

"No," I whisper. "You asked me to fuck you, so I'm going to."

A devilish smile creeps across her face.

"OK," she says, "on one condition - do it hard."

I grin as I push her back on the bed again and line myself up. She wraps her legs around me before I've even entered her, and I slowly ease myself in, letting her get used to the feel of me again. It's really tight, and I groan against her lips as I pull back slowly and push forward again.

"That's not hard," she whispers cheekily and I smile as I kiss her again.

She grabs my bum and pulls me sharply into her and we both give a sigh of pleasure. I thrust forward, hard again, and she groans and tightens her legs, arching her back so her stomach presses against me.

Thankfully the bed is built to withstand some force, because I spend the next few minutes pounding hard into her, trying to keep the noise to a minimum (thankfully neither of us are particularly loud in bed anyway), although the headboard bangs against the wall a couple of times and forces us to slow down a bit.

She presses her nails into my skin as she comes for the second time, and I'm milliseconds behind her, pressing my lips hard onto hers as my dick pulses with pleasure and releases all the frustration that wasn't quite spent last night. She bites my lip gently, and then harder, and it's so fucking hot, it intensifies my orgasm. I can't help groaning softly into her mouth and burying myself so deep inside her if I hadn't been lying down my legs would have given way.

Eventually I slow my pace, and then come to a stop and collapse dramatically on top of her.

For a minute neither of us speaks; instead we lay together panting, my face buried in her neck and her fingers softly stroking the top of my head.

I've never felt this close to anyone in this way before. I know I'm not imagining this connection between us. It's not just when we're intimate like this; it's all the time. Everytime she looks at me I have this urge to spill my guts about anything and everything. And I want mine to be the hands she puts her heart in, and the arms that hold her anytime she wants them. I just want to be her everything, like she is mine.

I want to be just Harry.