(No Control | Holding Me Ransom - 63 - Let Me Touch You)

I shift along the seat closer towards her, as far as my seatbelt will allow. My hand rests on her thigh, my lips press against hers. As we kiss I slowly slide my hand up her inside leg, giving her plenty of opportunity to stop me if she feels uncomfortable. To my disappointment, she does, but not before she meets my gaze with her own, and I'm left in no doubt that she's just as turned on as I am right now. I pause for a few seconds, squeezing her thigh with my fingertips before casting a surreptitious glance at Paul and Dale in the front seat. As I suspected, they are absorbed in their own conversation and taking no notice of what is happening in the back.

I turn my gaze back to Jess and slowly push her leg open. She puts up no resistance. Dropping my fingertips beneath the hem of her dress, I run my fingers over her skin, making my way slowly higher as I slip my tongue into her mouth and tease her softly. Her fingers pull at the roots of my hair at the base of my neck, and I brush the backs of my fingers of my other hand over the front of her dress, her nipple hardening at my touch. She makes the tiniest squeak into my mouth, inaudible to anyone else.

Dale and Paul are still chatting away, and I know we're still a good fifteen minutes from home. More than enough time to make her come. As my fingers trail carefully higher she opens her legs further for me, inviting me to touch her. I deliberately take my time, knowing that the longer I make her wait, the better it will feel when I do. 

Eventually my fingers are at the top of her thigh, but instead of brushing against the fabric of her knickers, I brush against nothing but flesh and moisture - fucking hell she's not wearing any underwear. I pull away from her in surprise and she gives me a mischievous, enticing look in return. I can't resist any longer, and kiss her deeply, sliding one finger slowly inside her as she squirms in pleasure.

It's so warm and wet - Jesus Christ. Her fingers roam over the front of my pants - I'm rock hard - and even through my trousers it feels fucking amazing. I move my finger in and out slowly, then add another as she gives another squeak into my mouth and pulls at my hair again.

I pull her hand away from my crotch and gently pinch her nipple through her dress, increasing the speed of my fingers inside her as her hips start to twitch involuntarily and I know the rhythm is getting her close. I pull away from her kiss and stare into her eyes, watching her struggle not to make a sound or contort her face to show her enjoyment. She's so tight around my fingers now; I know her peak isn't far off. I wait, maintaining the smooth movement of my hand and a few seconds later she pulls me down into a kiss and I feel her contracting, her breathing laboured but still silent. She's doing well to stay so quiet - I'm not sure I would have been able to if this were the other way round. 

Knowing she's coming is driving me crazy, and as I'm discreetly stroking her breast I'm imagining doing this while she is on top of me, riding me fast as I pinch her nipples and make her moan like she did on the private jet. 

When she eventually relaxes I gently withdraw my fingers and kiss her on the tip of her nose, feeling rather pleased with myself. We're almost home now, thank Christ because I'm still rock hard and really hoping she'll do something about it once we're safely inside the house.

Once we've pulled into the driveway we say a hurried goodnight to Paul and Dale, chuck our things in the hallway and shut the door behind us. 

"Well that was an interesting evening," I start to say, but am cut off mid-sentence by Jess pushing me harshly against the wall and pressing her entire body (including her lips) to mine. "Oh baby, yeah," I murmur longingly as she thrusts her hips forward, pressing against my erection and sending a sting of desire through my groin. I pull up her dress to her waist and squeeze her naked arse cheeks as she fumbles with the buttons on my shirt. Looks like we're doing it here, which is absolutely fine by me. I reach behind her to unzip her dress, letting it collapse onto the floor around her ankles. One twist of my fingers has her bra undone, and once this is cast aside too I pull back to stare at the beauty that is her naked form, all curves and softness, and everything in the world that I want right now.

"Your clothes seem to have fallen off," I remark softly.

"How unfortunate," she whispers, a smirk pulling at the corners of her mouth.

She's still wearing her heels - some sort of silver strappy affairs that wrap around her feet and look extremely uncomfortable, but God damn it they're fucking sexy. I moan under my breath as I sweep her hair forward over her shoulder and then lean down to take her nipple in my mouth as she slips my shirt off my shoulders and lets her head fall back with a soft moan of her own. Her fingers are straight to the zip of my trousers and I breathe hard as she slips her hand inside and squeezes me gently. I'm so turned on, I'm ready to explode.

"I want you," she whispers seductively, and oh Christ I don't know how I am controlling myself. I kiss her hard, and with urgency, her hands yanking my trousers and then my boxers down my legs. I kick them away impatiently. She breaks the kiss for a second and bends down to fiddle with the strap of her shoes, but I grab her hand.

"Leave them on," I beg, and she doesn't argue as I take her breasts in my hands again, pressing my lips to hers and my erection between her legs. She whimpers softly, and I turn us both around so she is now leaning back against the wall. Her legs wrap around my waist and I push forward slowly, slipping inside her and letting out a grunt of satisfaction. I can feel the heels of her shoes digging into the flesh of my buttocks as I start thrusting in and out of her; the pain is weirdly pleasurable. I'm aware I'm being more vocal than usual, maybe thanks to the alcohol I've consumed tonight and the empty house with no one to overhear us. It's liberating. Jess isn't holding back either, and the sounds of her enjoyment coupled with the knowledge that she's wearing those shoes is getting me close. She's moving her hips in rhythm with mine, and just as I'm right on the edge, driving myself so deep inside her that my legs are wobbling, she cries out and it tips me over. 

It's intense. It's always fucking brilliant with Jess but this feels more powerful, maybe because I've been building up to this since the backseat of the car. Or maybe because she's wearing those strappy heels, or maybe because we didn't even make it past the hallway, or maybe because we've proved tonight that we can survive anything. Or maybe because she's The One. I squeeze my eyes closed, allowing my peak to consume me entirely, concentrating on how she feels from the inside. 

Eventually, I let her back down onto the floor again, pulling out of her but refusing to let her go. I rest my head on her shoulder, staring blankly down at the floor while my pulse slows, and then as my vision comes properly into focus I catch sight of her feet in those fucking sandals. I chuckle softly to myself. "Those shoes, though," I murmur throatily, and she gives a low chuckle too.

"You liked me keeping them on, then?"

"Um, yeah, just a bit." I grin. "For the record, any time you want to seduce me in just a pair of heels is absolutely fine with me."

"Duly noted," she smiles, and she reaches down to the floor to pick up her clothes that I so carelessly dropped there a few minutes ago. I can't resist smacking her pert little backside as she does it, and she laughs.

I pick up my own clothes too, and suggest we have a cup of tea in bed (I love a good cuddle with a brew). 

"Does this mean I get to watch you making me a cup of tea in your kitchen naked?" she wants to know, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

"No," I answer, with a completely straight face. "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?" 

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

I mean, it might be ten minutes (or maybe twenty) before I'm ready to go again, so a brew will make a nice decoy to kill some time.

"I do love a challenge," she grins wickedly.

I hand her my clothes and then strut with my elbows sticking out (I probably look like a chicken or something, but it makes her laugh) through to the kitchen, completely starkers. I lean over and switch the kettle on with an extravagant flick, and fetch the various bits required to make a cup of tea, overacting every motion so that she is laughing constantly, leaning on the doorframe and watching me. Once the brews are ready she carries our clothes upstairs and I follow with the cups, setting them down on the nightstand and bouncing onto the bed.

"You'd better be naked under there," I warn, lifting up the duvet to peek at her. 

"Of course," she replies, and I can't help feeling a new tingle in my groin at the sight of her with nothing on, lying in my bed waiting for me. I could get used to this.

I wriggle over to her, slipping one leg between hers and pressing my body up against her as I kiss her softly on the lips.

"I hope you're not planning on much sleep tonight," I remark, and I feel her cheeks pull into a smile as I kiss her jawline and then her neck gently, my fingertips caressing her arm.

It's already the early hours of the morning but although I feel tired, I don't feel ready to sleep. The urgency from the hallway has faded, and both of us are content just to lie in each other's arms, kissing gently and stroking each other. There's no need to rush into anything; I don't even know if I would be able to come again so soon after the intensity of the last one, but I still want to enjoy touching Jess. I love the feel of her skin against mine, the softness of it and the scent. I love the silkiness of her hair, I love how it trickles through my fingers and slips over my skin. I love the feel of her lips touching mine, the warmth of her tongue, the taste of her breath. 

Instead of rushing to turn her on again, I enjoy the sensuality of this gentle closeness. My fingers skate over her back, her arms, her face, her stomach, her breasts. Her nipples are still hard, and each time I find one beneath my fingertips she gives the tiniest murmur of enjoyment. I don't know how long we lie like this, our hands carefully exploring each other; it could be minutes, it could be hours. Even though this is our last night together, it feels like we have all the time in the world. By the time I slip my hand between her legs again (almost without realising what I'm doing) she is slick, either from her own pleasure or my earlier release, I'm not sure which. My fingers glide beautifully between her thighs, over her clitoris and then inside her. Usually I would begin to build up a pace with my hand, eager to make her come hard and fast. But now I take my time, moving my finger slowly in and around her, exploring every inch of her, enjoying her warmth. Her hips would normally gravitate towards me, but she lies still as I touch her, running her fingertips over my hips, my pelvis and my dick, which is now fully hard again. 

I slide another finger inside her and use my left hand to caress her nipple again as we kiss. My entire hand is wet now from our combined arousal, and as it slides against her slowly in and out, her hands now stroking my erection, she gives a sudden sigh of satisfaction and as I'm pushing my fingers in I can feel her contracting gently. She's coming, and it's even more arousing this way than it was when she was crying out downstairs. I've barely tried this time - I've just been gently touching her in a way that I know she likes, and it's given her another orgasm. This is so fucking hot.

She doesn't stop kissing me all the way through, even long after I can tell she's finished.

"Do you want me to stop?" I whisper, my fingers still deep inside her, but she gives the tiniest shake of her head and whispers, "no."

One of her hands is cupping my balls now while the other is stroking me up and down, and starting to feel like I could possibly come again. I brush her hand gently away from my dick and move my hips towards her a little so my tip is now right where my own hand is, right at her entrance. I push my hips forward an inch or so, sliding myself between her thighs and grunting softly at the friction it creates. I pull back, and repeat the motion, slowly increasing the length of the movement but not entering her, just sliding against her between her thighs. She moans softly into my mouth; this clearly feels good for her, too. We continue this for a minute or so, enjoying the lack of urgency and the slowness of each other's touch. I'm growing harder now, and as I'm pushing forward this time she shifts her hips slightly and the tip of me enters her. She doesn't react; she doesn't even break our kiss. I withdraw and push into her again, so slowly it's barely even happening. Each time I go a little further in, until I am fully inside her again and her leg has curled around my back to allow me in as far as I can go. Still our movements are slow and casual, still I am touching her breasts, still her lips are locked against mine as our bodies slide together. I can barely tell where she ends and I begin; we're melted together, fused in a combination of warm and wet. I'm getting close again, but it takes longer this time as usually I would have speeded up by now instead of taking it agonisingly slowly. By the time I'm on the edge my lips are starting to feel sore from the non stop kissing, but I can't bring myself to pull away from her. I'm holding my breath from the anticipation, and as soon as I start to come I let it out with a sigh, my hips interrupting the smooth movements of the last hour with involuntary jerks. 

Half way through mine she suddenly murmurs into my mouth, "Ahh.. Harry, I'm coming too."

I can only respond with a grunt; I'm too absorbed in this feeling of euphoria to articulate anything coherent. I slip my hand between us, rubbing her softly to intensify her orgasm long past the end of my own. I have slipped out of her by the time she finishes, but I can tell this time she is completely spent. Neither of us moves from our side by side positions, and it's around 3am when I wake, cold from the lack of covers, and switch the light out. 

Some time around five a.m. I'm aware of her hooking her leg over me, and I stir in the darkness. I lean towards her, still half asleep, and find her lips with mine again. I'm not intending to take this further but her kiss brings me further out of consciousness and I find myself squeezing her breast again. Two minutes later our touching has resumed again and within ten minutes I am inside her again, moving in and out while she grips my buttocks with her fingers and I slide my tongue into her mouth. I have never been this insatiable, but something about tonight has made me unable to quell my desire for her. She comes again, calling out my name loud into the darkness, and then one final time just as I am coming too, driving hard into her this time and moaning into her shoulder. 

I know she is leaving in the morning, and it feels as though the whole time we are one like this, we will never have to part.

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I do love insatiable Harry ;)

Well, we're back in lockdown again here in the UK. Schools are closed, with all learning being done remotely and via video calls until the middle of February. A lot of businesses remain open but I am now only working 2 days a week, and one of those days is from home so I am lucky not to be around people for the most part. I'll do my best to get more updates posted (and more chapters written) over the coming weeks. Stay safe, everyone xx