A/N: This is probably the longest chapter I've ever written! A full 5764 words! Proud of myself! This took a lot of time and effort to put up, and it was supposed to be longer, but yall have been waiting to long, so I thought, 'What the hell?' and posted it anyway. There are probably grammatical and spelling errors, please bear with me. I'm not too great at editing. So without further ado, the next chapter! :D

WARNING: THIS CONTENT CONTAINS MATERIAL NOT INTENDED FOR YOUNG READERS...Enjoy ;)

I looked myself over speculatively in the mirror. Somehow, Alicia had managed yet again to do something to my hair that by myself, I could never accomplish, and my eyes were made up in a slight smoky eye, giving me a sultry look without the over-exaggeration. But even more surprisingly, after her little dress-up play, I actually liked the outfit she put me in. I was wearing her favorite pleather leggings, which I was informed my life would in danger if I damaged or stained, my own oversized grey sweater, and a hipster-looking long-chained gold locket that hung between my breasts, a gift that I discovered Alicia had bought in one of the shops today without my knowing. I turned around, studying my sweater-covered ass. Honestly, it was massive. I could see Alicia's point on that, but it was just fatty. And talking about fat...I subconsciously tugged my sweater down in the front, my palm lying flat against my stomach. I was anything but perfect. Harry's fans seemed to think I was a hideous pig. I was beginning to feel myself physically weaken and I massaged my temples, a headache coming on. I needed another cigarette.

Reaching for my purse to dig for my tobacco source, a familiar voice broke the silence. "Girl what would you wanna stay, if I were to saaaay..." It took me a full thirty seconds before I realized the voice was coming from my own vibrating phone on the counter. "I wanna be last, yeah, baby let me be your, let me your last-" Alicia had to have changed my damn ringtone. I groaned, reaching for it, and read the screen.

Harry's name caught me off guard. I checked the time in the top right corner before answering; 7:05. Shit! I was supposed to be down stairs five minutes ago. Hesitantly now, I put the phone to my to me ear. "Um, hey?"

I heard his gruff giggle from the other end, and I could almost hear the smile in his voice. "Hey babe. Where are you?"

I sighed, my face lighting up as I leaned into the countertop, giving myself a last once-over before turning towards the exit of the bathroom. "I-We'll I lost track of time." I said, balancing the phone to my ear as I braced myself against the wall to slip on my new Chucks, tucking the laces inside. "I'm still up in my room. I can be down in just a sec." I signed a thumbs up to Alicia who was busy texting away on her Blackberry, while the t.v. played forgotten in front of her. She wasn't paying attention and couldn't care less, so I turned away.

"No need. Just open your door."

I stuttered on my next words, and my hand fumbled to grasp the heavy metal door handle. Opening it, my breath caught in my throat. Harry stood in front of me, dressed in a sexy, faded denim shirt, covered mostly by his open black pea coat, and a tight pair of blue skinny jeans, a single white rose clutched in his outstretched hand. "H-Hey."

He smirked, but I didn't miss the tiny flush of his dimpled cheeks as he did so. "Hey," He said back, motioning to the rose. "This is for you. Uh, Liam insisted on it. But if you don't like it-"

I grinned, taking the flower from his hand. "Harry. It's beautiful."

He looked away, a hand reaching back to nervously scratch the back of his head. I stepped out of the door way, sweeping my hand back, silently communicating for him to come inside. I closed the door behind him.

"Hey, Al." I heard him say as I went into the bathroom for a water glass to stick my rose in. "How's it going?"

Alicia said something back, and I couldn't hear it, but I suspected the way that Harry's short "Oh." sounded, that it had to do with Louis. Fuck. That was something else I still had to deal with. I quickly made my way from the bathroom, leaving the flower in a disposable coffee cup half-full with water, breaking the one-sided tension that had swiftly clogged the atmosphere in the room.

"Hey Haz, let's get going then, eh?" I nervously grasped onto his firm arm, pulling him backwards with me. My good luck of the day let itself be seen as he only grunted and turned with me. I barely heard Alicia's goodbye call before I shut the door on the tense situation.

I hardly got two steps into the hallway before a pair of plump lips were plastered to my own and a strong hand grasped my chin. My back bumped against the wall, and my surprised shriek was muffled by his mouth. The next thing I knew, his tongue was snaking across my teeth, and I was putty in his hands. But all too soon, I was left breathless, gasping for air, whimpering at the loss. I shook my head, trying in vain to clear it.

"What the fuck was that?" I said, sounding more like a moan rather than a question.

"A fucking kiss." He answered, shoving his hands in his pockets and smirking. "You looked like you fucking needed one."

"The park?" I whined playfully, peering out the window of the cab as it pulled to the curb. "But it's February."

He laughed, pulling me by the arm out onto the curb as he tossed the driver a bill. "Suck it up. It's supposed to be romantic, and so help me, you're going to enjoy it."

I groaned sarcastically, grinning even as I drug my feet along the side walk as he pulled me behind him. The sidewalk was crowed as usual, but was yet again, by some magical or, more likely purely coincidental means, no one seemed to notice that a member of the biggest boy band on the planet was in their midst. Finally we stopped, and I smelled what he and brought me to before I even seen it. In front of us, stood the last thing I'd ever imagined Harry Styles of One Direction dragging me across the city in a cramped taxi for. In front of us, stood a portable hot dog stand.

"Hungry?" He turned to me then, his face alit, his dimpled cheek flush red from the cold.

A sarcastic grin spread across my face. "For a hot dog? Really?" I quipped.

His signature smirk flashed on his face, and he answered me. "I figured you'd be a cheap date."

I punched his arm, my grin only widening. "Well that you got right." I gestured for him to go on as I turned and spoke over my shoulder. "I'll wait on the ledge over there...I don't like mustard. I want extra ketchup and pickles on the side."

"Coming right up, babe!" He called after me, his toothy expression splitting his face in two.

I made my way over to the ledge on side of a community garden, plopping my fat ass down onto the cold cement, slipping my cracked phone out of my pocket. Checking my messages, I half expected something from my mom, but of course, there wasn't anything new, just the text from earlier that I had yet to reply to. She was probably out so much she barely noticed my absence, same as always. She was to busy with her own life to pay attention to mine. Our relationship had always been that way.

Once when I was in eighth grade, and most of the girls were cutting, because that's what middle school girls with no sense of reality do, I stole a kitchen knife and tried it myself, slashing a shallow red line into the inner side of my wrist. I really didn't have much of the reason to do it; I just thought that maybe she would notice the scab and we'd have something to talk about. She never did, and I figured it wasn't worth the effort or pain to do it again. Another time, around my ninth grade year, I tried making it obvious that I had started smoking thanks to Noah's influence. I left butts on the back steps, and didn't bother Febreze-ing my bedroom after a smoke upstairs. Still, she was to busy running around with her new man to notice. One time I knew she would catch coming home late after a night at Noah's, and I didn't care. I made no effort to be quiet when I cam in and she was still up, but she was too drunk from her girls night out to give two shits. The next morning I made her a pot strong coffee to nurse the hangover and she said she was proud of me for being such a "good daughter who never went out." Shows how much she knew me.

Sighing, I scrolled through my contacts, slowing when I reached the 'm' section. My thumb touched the screen where I stopped, and a dumb smile graced my lower face when I saw that a thin crack in the glass split the word 'Mom' in two. I should call her, I thought, and I double tapped the screen before putting it up to my ear. I heard the ring, and as I waited for her voice, I bit at my fingernail, scratching bits of black nail polish that was there with my teeth. The high trill of the ring sounded once, twice, three times before being fowarded to voicemail.

"Hey, It's Christine! I'm not able to get to the phone right now-" I pulled the phone away from my ear before the recording could finish and looked up. Harry was finally coming my way, both of his hands full of food. He winked when he saw me staring.

"No mustard, pickle on the side." He handed me my hot dog before taking a seat next to me n the cement ledge. He took no time in digging in to his own and I balanced the iPhone on my knee before following suit and taking a bite. It was the best damn hot dog I'd ever had in my life.

"We still need to get that thing fixed." He mumbled between mouthfuls.

"Huh?" I turned my head and looked at him funny, not understanding what he was getting at.

His brow creased and that corners of his mouth turned up at this. "Your phone? What else?"

"Oh." I fingered the spider-cracked glass. "You don't need to. It's cool, really. I have a job."

"No, I don't need to. But I want to." He nudged me gently in the ribs, taking another bite, and I couldn't help but smile as I picked mine up again for another taste.

"Oh. My. God. HARRY?!" A high pitched shriek assaulted my ears, and I winced. Stiffening, I looked over to Harry, but to my surprise he seemed cool and collected as he took at the two teenaged girls in front of us.

"Hey, how are you girls doing?" He said, his perfect lips parting in a beam showing off his even, white teeth.

Neither of them answered his question, but instead looked at each other squealing. "My name's Myranda and this is my sister Maya." The brunette exclaimed. "Oh my god, I can't believe this is happening. This can't be real. I'm like so in love with you!"

I inwardly cringed at that the social awkwardness of the girl, she couldn't be any older than fifteen, but Harry talked to her like it happened everyday, which it probably did.

"Hey, how are you girls?"

"Suddenly I felt very out of place and unwelcome and I found myself gnawing on my finger nails once again.

A couple of autographs and a million posed cell phone snapshots later they were still standing there, and I had scuffed all of my leftover nail polish off.

"Are you Cyndi?!" I jumped at the sound of my name. Looking up from my nails, I realized the girls were staring at me.

"Uh," I hesitated, shooting a look of desperation to Curly, who almost immediately wrapped his arm around my shoulders protectively and I smiled awkwardly at the girls. "Yeah. Hi."

The brunette, Myranda, squealed yet again and the girl beside, Maya, slapped her own hand over her mouth. "Oh my god, you are so pretty!"

It took me a second to connect that they had used the word pretty in a sentence involving me, and I could feel the pink rising in my cheeks as I mumbled an answer. "I, uh thanks."

The conversation subject was quickly turned away from me by something Harry said, and I silently thanked him by knocking my knee lightly against his. He knocked back. I hated the attention. A few minutes later he was pulling me up from our seat on the ledge.

"Sorry girls, but we have places to be. Great to meet you!" He waved at them over his shoulder as he dragged me away swiftly down the path. I looked at him quizzically, and he answered my question before I even had the chance to ask it.

"We need to go. Soon everyone will know where we are." His hand slipped from the grasp at my elbow down to my hand, intertwining our fingers, his other hand reaching back to scratch the back of his neck, a habit I recognized in the short time of knowing him as a nervous habit. His next words he mumbled. "It was stupid to bring you here in the first place. Surprised no one noticed us before..."

It was then that I realized that no security had been following us, much like the night at the ice cream parlor. "Harry, where's Paul?"

He laughed. "We can escape them sometimes. It's annoying to have back-up guys follow you everywhere you go."

I nodded at this. "So where are we going?"

At this, his face lit up as he looked me up and down. "I'm not sure yet."

We ended up at, of all places, a bowling alley one the East side, populated only with elderly couples and a few young couples with their kids. Harry was failing miserably, while I kicked his ass with my skill. In other words, I was winning.

"How the hell did you get so good at this?" He groaned as I walked back to my seat after scoring another strike.

I smirked, swaying my hips as I walked by, brushing against him purposely. "Baby, you don't know who you're messing with."

He grumbled something unintelligible under his breath and took another swig of his Pepsi. "Well I quit."

I giggled. "You're only a sore loser."

He looked up at me from behind his curls, and his fingers grasped the edge of the cheap, unstable alley table. He was annoyed, but I could see the edges of his mouth threatening to turn up in amusement. "Am not."

A sly grin spread across my face as leaned across the table between us, resting the upper half of my body on it and propping my head with a crooked arm. I shot him a wink. "Yes you are. You just can't stand the fact that you're getting beat by a girl, and one still in high school at that."

His eyes glinted and he didn't even try to cover up the fact that he was drinking in my body with his eyes. The sexual tension was suddenly thickening. He wanted me, and I was having an odd surge of self confidence.

"I. Am. Not. A. Sore. Loser." He snarled through his teeth, his Adams apple bobbling with every syllable.

I licked my lips, casually twirling a twist of my hair around my fingers as I cocked my head to the side. "Well then! It's just a game, calm down, Curly."

He smirked, leaning across the table himself, bringing his face close to mine. "What did you just call me?"

I bit the side of my finger that was hovering close to my mouth, raising a single brow at him. "Curly."

His expression stayed emotionless. "Only Lou calls me that. "

"You know though, with the curls and the dimples, you look so innocent and childish." I shrugged my shoulders. "Guess that explains why you're so bent out of shape over a bowling game."

The glint in his eye grew, and I became aware within seconds of the words leaving my mouth that they were either the worst thing to ever say or the best, depending on how you looked at it.

"Hardly innocent, but I can show you childish, Cyndi."

I only smirked wider, swallowing slowly. "Bite me."

"Maybe later, babe. Here is not the place. There are children present."

"Later indeed." I whispered, my breath fanning out on his face before I moved to get up. Throwing him a glance over my shoulder, I mustered all the confidence in my body and sauntered over to the concession counter. I could almost see the pained expression on his face with my back turned to him.

The girl behind the counter was scribbling away at something, a text book open in front of her as I approached, completely absorbed in her task. "Um, hello?" I called and she still didn't notice me. I tried again, a bit louder. "Hey?"

Suddenly, she jumped up, mumbling an apology as she scrambled to help me. "What can I get you?"

I scanned the glass case of candy in front of me, my sweet tooth calling to me. I briefly considered a box of Skittles before my eyes caught the bowl of suckers next to the cash register. I a wide smile spread across my face and I reached out, briefly touching the rim of the plastic container before pulling back my hand. I didn't need to buy anything. I already had what I wanted. "Actually, I'm good thanks."

A confused look etched itself upon the clerks face before being replaced with one of annoyance. She groaned, mumbling swears under her breath before going back to her text book. I however, slip my hand into my purse, searching. As my fingers grasp the a paper stick, I know I've found it, and turning on my heel away from the counter, I pull it out.

Harry's messing with his phone when I come back to the table, bowling shoes off and feet propped up, obviously texting. But I rather than catching his attention, I drifted calmly back to my chair, clutching my candy in my hand, slipping my own shoes off as I sat. Slowly, I unwrapped it from the plastic, waiting patiently for him to look over and notice what exactly I was about to put in my mouth.

Then, almost casually he glanced up from his half-typed text message to Louis, only to drop his phone into his lap as he took me in.

"Who's the clumsy one now, Curly?"

He ignored my snide question, his moth slightly agape as he stared. "Is that a-"

I winked. "Yes."

He literally gulped, an action I'd only seen in cartoons as I took a long lick down the length of the purple, penis shaped lollipop.

"Yes, Harry. It's exactly what you think it is."

He shifted in his seat, but he wasn't about to let me feel like I was on top, not even for a second. His hand closed the gap between us above the table and grasped the stick of my sucker, pulling it from my mouth with a pop. I watched him with half-lidded eyes and a sly smile as he brought it to his own mouth. His lips closed around the candy, and I licked my own lips seductively; He looked thoroughly amused at this.

"Hmm...nice." He grinned toothlessly, the stick poking out the corner of his mouth, and I couldn't help but blush at the situation in front of me, as a sudden heat spread between my legs. I squirmed in my seat, and my gaze flittered away from his, fixing on the table.

A sudden groan from his side of the table caught my attention once again. "Hey, you wanna get out of her yeah?" He mumbled, almost awkwardly, yet his voice was filled with such an intensity that I'd seen once before that very morning on the roof.

"Uh, yeah. Sure." I answered, the words stumbling off my tounge as I eyed him up and down, moving to stand.

He laughed lightly, rising to his feet and once again towering over my five feet, once inch frame. "You might want to put your shoes back on first.

Our lips were latched together the second he slipped his room card into the slot of the suite door. By the time he had it open, he had wrapped my legs around his waist, and as soon as it slammed shut, his body was pressing me against it. The kiss was sloppy and fast, leaving me shaking for more. I dug my finger nails into his neck where it was exposed between his hairline and the thick, wool coat he wore. He hissed at this, latching his mouth to my jaw line and nipping at the skin there, his mouth moving downward.

"Oh, God. Harry please." The heat between my legs intensified and my breathing became harsher as he continued. "Oh please..."

I felt the chuckle against my skin as he mumbled his response to my mewling. "Mmm...please what, babe?"

I whined. "Please..."

He nibbled at my exposed collar bone, shoving my jacket off my shoulders. "Please what?" He repeated.

I couldn't answer him. My body was on fire and my mind was too clouded to form proper thoughts. I squirmed against him instead.

He stilled, resting his forehead against the wood of the door as he caught his breath. I thrashed my hips forward, jolting them against his pelvis, but in response his large hands held my body firmly, preventing any more movement. I groaned.

"Its not that hard. Just tell me what you want."

I threw my head back, bumping it against the hard wood and clenched my teeth, letting out a slow, raspy breath. "I want you to fuck me Harry." I whispered, the words sounding strangled and weak.

"Say it again. Louder." His breath was moist and scorching in my ear.

I bit my bottom lip. "Please don't make me say it again."

His teeth found my earlobe as I spoke, eliciting a deep sigh from my lips. "Please, Cyndi. I want to hear you say it."

I reached up to tangle my fingers in his curls, but he grasped my wrist. "Please."

I let out a sound of exasperation. "I want you to fuck me, Harry." My words came louder this time, and a bit more forceful than necessary.

He growled, a low animalistic sound in the back of his throat and we were moving swiftly through the dark, empty suite and into the bedroom, losing his coat somewhere along the way. He stopped when his knees knocked against the edge of the bed, and I was airborne for a second before landing softly in the messy mound of sheets and blankets. He towered over me and I giggled, actually fucking giggled at the sight of his hungry glower.

"What?" He licked his lips, looking down at me.

"Nothing." I answered, and I meant it. The sight of him, his eyes traveling up and down the length of my body sprawled out in front of him was enough to make me lose my train of thought.

He grinned almost childishly, and kneeled down in front of me, his fingers going for the laces of my converse.

"I like these." He chuckled, tapping the Union Jack emblem.

I couldn't even respond, and instead gasped for breath as his long fingers came in contact with my bare ankle. He slipped off my other shoe along with the sock and his hands began the trek up my legs, slowly and tortuously trailing along. I mewled under his touch when his fingers grasped the waistband and tugged downward, stripping me off the cloth.

"God, you have the sexiest legs I've ever seen." He mumbled against my pale, exposed thigh, lips travel downward.

"Harry please." I pulled at his shoulders, and he complied, crawling up my body so that we were face to face, and we kissed again, feverishly licking into each others mouths.

When his fingers pulled at the fabric of my sweater, moving to pull it upward, the breath hitched in my throat and my hand encircled his wrist, stopping him. He cocked his head to the side, his eyes shooting to mine as he questioned me silently. I only nibbled nervously on my lips, eyes downcast, too venerable to look him in the eye.

"Cyndi." His deep voice reached my ears but I still didn't look up. He grasped my chin then, forcing me to meet his gaze. "What is it?"

I faked a smile, covering my insecurities with feigned impatience, pulling my hand away from his wrist. "N-nothing. Are you going to fuck me or not?"

His thumb stroked my jaw. "Babe?"

I didn't respond.

As if something clicked inside his head, he groaned. "Is this about your weight?"

I still didn't say anything.

"You have to be kidding me. I fucking love every inch of this skin. God, I want to do so many things to your curves." He grumbled, dragging his lips down my throat. He pulled away and looked me in the eye then, his voice softer, sweeter. "You are absolutely beautiful"

My eyelids fluttered shut while I absorbed his words. Hesitantly, I slipped my own fingers under the bottom of the sweater, lifting it a few inches before, in a rush, he pushed my hands out of the way to pull it off by himself. His palm laid against the curve my belly and he grinned a genuine smile. "You are perfect." I blushed.

The tender moment was quickly replaced with a heated one his chapped, red lips brushed across the top of my breast and the wet heat between my thighs increased. In a swift move, his hand slipped behind my back and my bra was unsnapped and draped loosely over my chest. He took no time in discarding of the scrap of fabric and replacing it with his own hands, as his mouth found mine once again.

I whimpered into his mouth and he moaned back, kneading a breast in his hand as the other one strayed downward. When I felt the pad of a thumb run along the farbic of my panties, I tensed, my eyes clenching shut. He only laughed at this response as he pushed his thumb down a little harder onto my slit. He was teasing me, and I couldn't take it. I caught him off guard when I flipped him over, landing on his hard, still fully clothed, torso.

"What are you-?" He started, but I dangled a finger in his mouth to shut him up.

"Only leveling the playing field." I made a quick job of his shirt, tossing it carelessly across the room and I started working on his jeans, tugging the too-tight denim down his legs. I raised my eyebrow when I noticed the tent pitched in his Calvin Kleins, and I spread my hand across it, fingers tickling, just as he did to me. I heard him hiss for the second time that night as I palmed him through the thin material of his boxers. Looking up at him with a sinister look, I wriggled a finger into each side of his underwear, one on each side of his hips, slowly pulling them down to allow his cock to spring loose. It took me a moment to collect myself as I gazed at him, taken aback by the size.

He chuckled darkly, eyeing me as the tip of his manhood skimmed across my cheek. "What?"

I grinned sinisterly then, licking my lips before saying, "Oh nothing. Just didn't realize you could fit so much in such tight jeans!"

His brow creased then and his teeth flashed through his smirk. "Baby there's a lot of things you don't realize." His fingers sunk into my mess of curls. "Like all the horrible things I'm thinking about doing to you right now."

I raised a brow at his remark, shooting him an incredulous look before lowering my eyes back once again to very large part of him in front of me.

"Kiss the head," Harry muttered breathlessly, and the air abandons his lungs in a violent rush when I obey, pressing my lips to the precome-smeared head of his length. But that in that action, I gave away the last of my submission. I began to press butterfly kisses up the length of him, achingly slow. A part of me wanted to overcome him with feelings; send jolts to every nerve ending in his fucking body, and another just wanted to rile him up to see what he would do. As I sucked playfully at tip, I raked my short nails lightly on the underside of his cock. I wanted to show him how good I could be. As he reached down to run the back of his hand along my face, I took him deeper, filling my mouth, slowly, agonizingly and held myself there, breathing through my nose. There was a moment where as I caught my breath, the hand he rested on my jaw dazedly poked at his own dick through the flesh of my cheek. Suddenly, taking a deep breath through my nose first, I sucked him hard, hollowing my cheeks, moving farther down his shaft until my nose poked against the small tuft of groomed, dark curls at his base. From the low groans he emitted, I could tell I was doing well. Little by little, I inched back, moving my mouth against him as went, dragging my top front teeth along the slick skin.

It was then that he tangled his fingers into my hair and pulled, and his cock fell from my mouth with a loud sloppy 'pop'. Within seconds, I was on my back underneath him, and his knuckles were skimming across my aching center covered only with a thin layer of black cotton.

My moan was strangled in my throat, and I cried out unintelligibly as his fingers slipped inside, shoving the fabric to the side to touch me. "Mmm...Gah. Yessss..."

He murmured something in response, but only as his lips touched me right were I wanted them most, causing me to actually feel the vibration of his words. Slowly, he lapped at me, nibbling and sucking as I fisted my hands in his hair, scratching his scalp and tugging fiercely at the roots. Right as I felt myself nearing my peak, his lips stopped their ministrations, leaving me squirming an restless, reaching out for him. He smirked, crawling up my body, using his full muscular weight to press me against the mattress, as one hand reached for a something in the back pocket of his jeans that were still lying on pillow next to me. I could feel his hot breath in my ear and it sent shivers down my spine as he whispered to me. "I want to feel myself inside you."

I only grunted, thrusting my hips into his in response and he caught them, holding them back down again. His hands trailed from my shoulders to my collar bone, fingertips ghosting over flushed skin, leaving goose bumps in their path. They trailed down my chest, groping, feeling and pinching my breasts. They trailed down my stomach and my hips and finally, they trailed down my thighs. It was then that he pushed my legs up, wrapping them around his hips as he traced my entrance with his dick. I was so caught up in the moment that I didn't even see him rip open the foil packet and slip on the condom. I hissed, sinking my teeth into his shoulder. Finally, he sunk into me, slowly pushing in, inch by blissful inch.

"Fuck." I heard him groan into my scalp. "So fucking tight."

Our breathing became faster, and his hips moved with such synchronization to my grinding underneath him that I couldn't help but wonder how the hell he got so good at it. Fuck. He was perfect. The pattern was never the same for long. He rotated his pelvis, driving into me at every angle, hitting me in all the right places, forcing me closer and closer to the edge. He knew what he was doing, and I wasn't complaining in the least.

When he hit a particular spot within my core, I cried out, and I felt it. I felt myself there. I let out a sound only fit for porn.

He seemed to like this, and he growled, a sound that sent shivers down my already quaking body. "Fuck, Cyndi. Say my name. Say my name while you come for me."

His words were the end for me. I shook violently, screaming his name as I fell from the cliff of my orgasm. His fingertips pressed into my hipbones roughly, and I knew for sure there would be a line of bruises there in the morning. His previous even breathing became erratic, and his thrust turned sloppy as he fucked me, growling and biting and grasping as he found his release after me.

Minutes later, we still hadn't moved and he was still inside, his naked body sprawled against my own as we came down from our high.

"Fuck, baby. That was amazing." He mumbled, pushing himself up and off the bed.

I pulled the blankets up to my neck, curling up lazily into the covers, suddenly exhausted as I watched him stride across the room to throw away the used condom in the trash. He beamed when he turned around and saw me with the blanket up to my nose.

"What? Covering up again already?" He teased, shimmying in beside me and wrapping a lazy arm around my waist. "I like your skin. You should uncover it more often." He winked, nudging my shoulder with his chin. I punched him lightly in the ribs.

"Perv."

He snorted. "Isn't that a bit hypocritical considering you were just screaming my name in ecstasy while I made sweet love to you?"

I groaned, snuggling into his side. "Don't you dare get all romantic on me now."

He laughed. "Sure thing, love."

A/N: That was my first sex scene I've ever written, so I really hope I did well! Reviews are my cookies, and the more you encourage me, the faster I update! Tell me what you think! 3