(No Control | Holding Me Ransom - 50 - Everything Else Just Fades Away)

I am so engrossed in us, in our kiss, that I barely notice the cold brick against my back as Jess pushes me against the wall. Her hands are on the back of my neck, then gliding down my chest, then pressing gently but firmly against the front of my jeans which are now painfully tight thanks to my hard-on. Her lips slide deliciously over mine, her tongue dips into my mouth, and her fingertips leave my crotch to curl enticingly over the top of my pants. They are cool against my flushed skin, and I hear myself let out a moan of longing at how close they are to where I want them to be. I need her, and I don't know if I can wait.

I press my hips against hers, enjoying the jolt of pleasure that travels through my groin as the tip of my dick pushes against her stomach through our clothes, and I let my hands creep beneath her top, inching slowly higher until they reach the curve of her breast. I am just about to cup them in my hands when we are blinded by a cold white light as the security light is activated by someone walking around the corner. I mutter a disbelieving "fuck!", only to hear an unmistakably familiar gasp in return. I pull my hands away from Jess in horror to see my sister frozen to the spot with her hand over her eyes, shielding us from her view.

"Oh, s-sorry," she mutters as I push myself away from the wall and discreetly adjust my erection in my jeans: it is about as obvious as this damn fluorescent light. Realising there is no hiding it, I resort instead to pulling Jess a few inches to her right to stand in front of me, covering my crotch from Gemma's view. "People were asking where you were," Gemma adds, still with her eyes covered.

"I just came outside for some fresh air," Jess replies, in her high-pitched squeak that she only uses when she is either embarrassed, or has been caught off guard. In this instance it is both.

"And I came to find her," I offer, my own voice sounding a little husky. I clear my throat casually.

We're clearly fooling no one. Gemma lets her hand drop slightly and peeps at us over her fingers, and then breaks into a beaming smile.

"Are you back together?" she shrieks. 

"Um, yeah," I mutter, a little embarrassed to have been caught with my hands up my girlfriend's top by my older sister, literally twenty seconds into Take Two of our relationship.

"That's fantastic!" Gemma squeals delightedly. "I'd come over there and hug you - "

Oh Jesus Christ, please don't, not with my raging boner!

"but I think it would be rather inappropriate considering what you were just doing," she reasons, and I feel a flush of embarrassment. "So, uh, I'll just say an awkward Congratulations and leave you to it."

"We're coming back in now," Jess calls to Gemma's retreating form, and I frown in disapproval.

"Are we?" 

"Yes," she says firmly, straightening her top and fluffing her hair with her fingers. She looks flushed, and glowing. It suits her. "Everyone will be looking for us, and they're all here to celebrate the end of the tour with you."

Ugh. As much as I hate to admit it, she's right. And I don't want to seem rude or ungrateful to my family and friends for supporting me. But I would really much rather be butt naked with her legs wrapped around me, her nails digging into my back while she screams my name.

Oh God this hard-on is never going to go away, is it?

I sigh resolutely, and then hold my hand out towards her in a formal handshake.

"Well, I'm glad we got everything sorted out," I say stuffily, and she smirks at me, taking my hand to shake it. But instead I give her arm a hard tug, yanking her towards me to she loses her balance and falls against my chest. I hold her there with my left arm around her waist, and can't contain my triumphant grin, or resist puffing my chest out a little.

"Still got it," I remark, and even though she rolls her eyes I catch the briefest tremor pass over her lips and I know I've got to her.

"You fancy yourself a bit, don't you?" she retorts, in a deliberately bored tone.

She's fooling no one. I can read her like a book.

I lean down towards her as though I am going to kiss her and she instantly submits, tilting her head up as she waits for my lips to touch hers. But instead I pause, half an inch away from her, and her eyes open again uncertainly.

"Not half as much as you do," I breathe, and her breath catches in her throat just before I close the gap between us and press my mouth to hers, proving that I am, of course, absolutely right.

-

Reluctantly I follow her back into the house through the patio doors, and I busy myself with pouring us some drinks which distracts me from my filthy thoughts and finally gets rid of my boner. Gemma is in the kitchen with Matty, Ben and Ella, my cousins, so Jess and I join them for a bit chatting about the months that have passed since we were last all together, and catching up on each other's news. I watch Jess out of the corner of my eye when she doesn't know I am looking, and observe the way her eyes flick from one person to the next, following the conversation. I watch how her mouth creeps involuntarily into a smile as she anticipates the punchline of a joke; how her hair rests delicately in the curve of her neck, her collarbone just visible above the neckline of her top; how her body is angled towards mine even when I am not speaking, seemingly gravitating towards me as though we are connected by an invisible rope. I can't quite believe she is standing here with me, in the bosom of my family, exactly where she should be. It doesn't seem real, yet at the same time it feels so right, as though the last few months have never happened and we've been together this whole time. She is mine again, and this time it's for keeps. I will never fuck this up again.

I try not to invade her personal space but I cannot resist touching her while I am this close to her, even if it is just my fingertips against the palm of her hand. The closer she gets towards me, the more of my body I need to be in contact with hers. It is so gradual that I almost don't notice it happening; my hand moves from her palm to her back, around her waist. My chest touches her back, the top of her head brushes against my jaw, her soft hair tickling my face as I lean forward and rest my chin on her shoulder. My arm wraps around her stomach, and I find myself pushing my fingers through the belt loops of her jeans, slowly becoming aware of how close I am to a very intimate part of her, and feeling a flush of heat in my own jeans as I allow my mind to drift way from the conversation, to a place where we are completely alone but standing in this same position, and instead of talking about the end of the One Child Policy in China, I am brushing Jess's hair aside, pressing my lips against her neck and sliding my hand down the front of her jeans, finding her warm and wet and coaxing a soft moan from her lips. My fucking boner is back with a vengeance. 

The sight of my mother in the doorway quickly snaps me out of this dirty fantasy and I catch her eye and give her a sheepish grin as her eyes flick from my arm around Jess's waist and my head on her shoulder. She smiles down at the wine bottles she is carrying as she gracefully leaves the room, and I know she will be happy with what she has seen. I'm just thankful she can't read my mind.

"I think everyone's onto us," I whisper in Jess's ear as I also notice Ella looking at us with a knowing smile, and she turns her head so she is looking at me, her face inches from mine.

"We're not exactly keeping it low-key, are we?" she points out.

"Does that bother you?" 

"Not with your family," she replies. "I'm not bothered who in our private life knows."

I can't help smiling at this, and kissing the side of her head as I wrap both arms around her, pulling her back against my chest. "Good. Because I don't want to hide the fact that I am madly in love with you."

Her hands stoke my forearms, and she rests her head back against my shoulder and whispers, "Me neither."

My heart feels like it's going to burst with happiness. Until an image of Calvin, her psycho older brother, flashes through my mind.

"Is your brother going to kick my head in?" I ask jokingly, but it's actually a serious question. 

"He'll probably threaten it, repeatedly," she says casually, and I feel myself swallow hard. "He's not exactly your biggest fan. But he'll get used to it. He'll have to."

Yes. He will have to. And I have no problem being brave when he is safely down in London or wherever the hell he lives, and not standing over me with that vein in his temple twitching.

I squeeze her a little more tightly, and drop a gentle kiss on her neck like I fantasised about earlier. Big mistake. The second my lips make contact with her skin I am transported in my mind back to my reverie, and my dick shows no signs of softening so I push my hips forward discreetly, nudging her back and letting her know where my thoughts are.

Before she has time to respond, my Uncle Mike appears in the doorway and grins at us. "Not your girlfriend, huh?" 

Jess starts to take a step away from me, but I maintain my grip around her. If she moves now she will expose the shape of my boner through my jeans, and let's face it, none of my family deserve to see that.

"Stay where you are, just for a minute," I mutter in Jess's ear, and out loud to Uncle Mike I reply, "Things may have changed slightly since you last asked me."

He gives us a knowing wink. "Don't look like they've changed one bit. Dee and I are heading up to bed. We're pretty beat. See you in the morning, all."

"Night," we reply, and exchange barely-contained hysterical looks as he exits the room. It is now the small hours of the morning and once the first person makes a move to leave, it usually means the rest will follow suit, and this in turn means I can take Jess up to my room and undress her slowly, one piece of clothing at a time until she is lying on my bed with not a stitch on, reaching for my erection with her warm hand, her lips finding mine and -

"I'm going to turn in, too," Gemma interrupts my daydream and I clear my throat and pull myself back to the here and now for what feels like the millionth time tonight. By the time we get upstairs I swear to God my balls will be blue.

As I predicted, Mike and Dee leaving has prompted everyone else to do the same, and by four thirty a.m. the house is empty of people. Mum turns to us both after she locks the front door, and pulls us into a massive bear hug.

"I'm so happy you're back together," she beams, and beside me Jess smiles a grateful thanks. We offer to help her and Robin clear up, but she waves us away to bed, and I grab Jess's hand in mine and lead her up the stairs as slowly as I can without looking too eager. 

She pauses outside the guest room for a second. "My stuff's in here," she whispers.

"So put it in my room," I whisper back, and then I suddenly feel sick. I haven't even bothered to check if she wants to stay with me tonight. I've been so wrapped up in my own desires I haven't given a thought to whether she wants to take things to that level straight away. "If you want," I add hastily. So much for not fucking things up again. I want to kick myself.

I watch as she darts inside the room, picks up her bag and returns to me immediately. I'm sure the relief must show on my face as I lead her down the hall to my room, usher her inside and close the door behind us. She heads into the ensuite as I pull the curtains closed and switch on the lamp beside the bed to give us a soft, warm light. I sit down on the bed and am just about to pull off my boots when the bathroom door opens again and she emerges, looking fresh faced and bright-eyed considering it's practically morning and we haven't slept for almost twenty-four hours.

She lets her head fall to one side and gives a soft sigh. 

"Those boots, though."

I chuckle as I feel a flutter of butterflies at her words. I love it when she openly drools over me. 

"You want me to keep them on?" I tease, winking at her and standing up to walk past her into the bathroom. I'm only half joking, but as I'm brushing my teeth I realise it would  be weird to have sex with just these boots on. How would it even work? Would I take my jeans and socks off, and then put the boots back on? Or would I just pull my jeans down to my ankles? I frown at my reflection as I rake my fingers through my tangled hair before smiling to myself as I pull it back into a knot at the back of my head. I know she loves my hair like this, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't want her to go all nervous and squeaky when she sees it. 

When I come back into the bedroom she looks up and immediately grins at me, making me frown in mock confusion.

"You've got a...," she begins, pointing at my mouth before trailing off. I can practically see her trembling.

"A what?" I murmur, deliberately moving closer to her. Her gaze is locked into mine, and her voice has gone all wavery when she replies.

"A bit of toothpaste," she says breathlessly, as I hook my arm around my waist and lean down to kiss her. "Oh God," she whimpers, her minty breath tickling my cheek as I kiss her, cutting off her words. 

"Oh God what?" I whisper, staring deep into her eyes. She's totally at my mercy and I am fucking loving it. I have waited a long time for this moment. Even with toothpaste smeared on the corner of my mouth.

"The mun and the gold boots?" she squeaks. "Come on. Play fair."

I can't suppress my grin as I kiss her again, the toothpaste now forgotten as I pull her body against mine, pulling away a millimetre only to ask, "But where's the fun in that?" 

I feel her mouth curve into a smile against my lips, and her hands brush gently up my chest, over my shirt, before resting on the back of my neck and sending a delicious shiver down my spine.

"Now who's not playing fair?" I murmur against her lips, and she responds by kissing me harder, pulling my face to hers and I pull her hips to mine.

Time seems to slow down as her fingers move down my front, unbuttoning my shirt from top to bottom before pulling it open to trace her fingertips across my chest. I shrug it off impatiently, scrunching her hair in my hands for a second before pulling her top off to reveal a smooth black bra with a lace edge on the cups that rests delicately against her soft skin. I kiss her again, pushing my tongue into her mouth and stroking her back, and then run my hands up her sides to her breasts. I pause for the briefest moment, enjoying the anticipation of how her nipples will feel beneath my fingertips, and then stroke them softly while she moans into my mouth.

If I was hard before, it is nothing compared to now. I feel like I have a lump of lead in my jeans. I move my lips to her neck, allowing myself to indulge the fantasy from earlier in the evening, and tug impatiently at the button of her jeans, desperate to feel her heat from inside, and needing to give her the pleasure I know she craves. 

Her jeans are on the floor, and I kick my boots off as she tugs my skinnies down so we are eventually left in just our underwear. The feel of her against me is ten times more intense when there is barely anything between us and I don't want to let her go for even a second. I need her lips on mine and her hands on my skin. I need to be inside her. I reach behind her to remove her bra, cupping her breast again the second it is free and swiping my thumb across her nipple. Her vocal enjoyment spurs me on, and I do the same to the other one, before lowering my face and taking her nipple in my mouth.

Her hand slips between us to touch my erection through my underwear and I let out my own groan of pleasure. She pulls my boxers down, reaching for me and curling her hand around me, moving steadily up and down. I squeeze my eyes shut and focus on keeping my breathing steady, not wanting to lose control and make a fool out of myself like last time things got heated. My fingers slip between her legs and I gently nudge them against her, testing the water, and she gives a strangled noise, somewhere between a gasp and a moan. I press my palms to her hips, sliding her knickers down her thighs so they fall to the floor next to her jeans, and instead of touching her like I know she wants me to I trace my fingertips lightly up the skin of her inside thigh, and then in slow, deliberate circles, pressing my lips to hers as I do. She returns the kiss, her breathing almost a pant by now and her hips moving forward as though to encourage me to press my fingers against her. I resist, knowing it is driving her crazy and relishing the power of being able to keep her hanging.

"Harry," she begs.

"What do you want?" I murmur. I know what she wants, but this is possibly one of the most erotic moments of my life and I want her to plead with me.

"Touch me," she whispers.

"Where?" 

"You know where." 

I let my hand travel slowly up her leg again, until the very tip of my finger touches her heat. She lets out a tiny whimper.

"Here?" 

She nods, and I can't stop myself from pushing my finger carefully inside her, pushing my tongue into her mouth at the same time. She is deliciously hot and wet, and my dick throbs in her hand as I withdraw my index finger and add another, moving them in and out. Her kisses are hard and urgent as she grips me tightly, and then murmurs into my mouth, "You're so hard."

"You're so wet," I counter, and I pull her body against me, so as much of her skin as possible is touching mine.

"I need you," she whispers as I push her backwards onto the bed and move over her and between her open legs, my erection pressing gently against her before sliding part-way in. We both gasp our approval, and she stares deep into my eyes as I pull back a little and then push fully in, as deep as I can go. 

I lean down to her, still holding her gaze, looking right into her bright, beautiful soul.

"I love you," I whisper.

"I love you too," she whispers back.

Her legs slide up around my waist as I start moving, slowly at first to let her get used to me, and then gradually picking up the pace. Her hands are all over me and her lips don't leave mine, while her hips move in perfect sync with me, rocking gently as I stroke her nipples and push in and out. I'm concentrating so hard on not coming - I don't want this to be over too soon, and the alcohol in my system has certainly helped: I suspect had I been sober, this would have been over in seconds after months of dreaming about, and longing for, this moment. However, I can feel the tension building and I know I can't last forever.

"I can't hold out much longer," I mutter apologetically, and in response her nails grip the flesh of my back and she cries out softly, her back arching off the bed as I realise she has started to come. Thank fuck for that.

I can't stop my own groan escaping at the thought of her clenching me from within, and I begin moving harder and with more purpose, now I know I no longer need to keep my own orgasm at bay. Just as I'm approaching the point of no return I suddenly remember I'm not wearing a condom, and I never thought to ask if I should be. 

"Can I come inside you?" I whisper, praying she is taking some form of contraceptive pill because I really don't want to pull out, and let's face it, the tip of my dick has been wet all evening so the risk would be astronomical. She gives a vague nod, still amidst her pleasure, and I send my silent thanks to the heavens and thrust hard into her, impatient now for my release and giving in to it the second it comes.

It's like nothing I have ever felt before. The months of abstinence and anticipation bring me a peak so high it makes me dizzy. I can feel my hips shuddering jerkily, my legs turn to jelly and the world goes black for a moment, before a million stars burst in front of my eyes. I try to kiss her, craving her taste as I surrender to this euphoria, and I can feel her tongue against mine and her hands pulling at the curls at the base of my neck. My skin buzzes with heat, and by the time I collapse on top of her I am completely spent, dripping with sweat and unable to move. I don't even bother to pull out, but let it happen naturally while she strokes my hair and our hearts beat together in a synchronised rhythm. 

Very rarely is reality better than your wildest dreams. But this right here... this is one of those precious moments. And everything else just fades away.