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Daphne lowered her eyes at Harry's ripped chest, and carried on downwards as far as she could. She was worried about crossing the line, but when she looked back again, he didn't appear to mind.
He cleared his throat subtly and moved around in his seat ever so gently. Daphne felt her heartbeat rise, pleasurable, electrifying heat tingling throughout her body.
Ginny laughed suddenly, muttering under her nose. Both of them glanced sideways...worried if she caught on to the obvious flirting. However, it seemed she was utterly transfixed by her phone, reacting to a text message or something.
Daphne felt so naughty, and couldn't even imagine what Harry was feeling. She wondered about that a bit ... why exactly was he doing it? He was so charming and attractive, but his responses to another woman's ... well, extremely sexy woman's flirtations wasn't exactly boyfriend-like. Not that Daphne minded, if she had to be honest. After all, this only meant he seemed more interested in her than in his girlfriend, at least at the moment.
"Did you move here with your boyfriend, or ..." Harry steered the conversation, trying to sound casual.
"Actually," she replied, straightening up and pushing out her chest, inviting him to openly check her out. "I broke up with him a fair bit back. He wasn't ... what I hoped for,"
She looked at him pointedly, her cheeks burning with heat.
'I must be blushing like crazy ...' she thought to herself.
Harry's eyes widened, his gaze following her invitation. It was happening quite often by now, and he didn't mind it becoming a...habit.
"What about you guys?" Daphne asked suddenly.
"Gin?" Harry bounced the question forward.
"Hm?" she asked, bringing her attention up from her phone.
Her boyfriend looked mildly annoyed at the fact Ginny was paying so little attention. Daphne, however ... was quite glad. It meant more room for her to play around.
After all, probably nothing major would happen in the end. It was just ... fun. To flirt around with her new, handsome neighbor. Daphne felt only his charm, and in her mind she was quickly seeing Ginny as the neglectful one. Daphne smiled to herself, feeling pride and satisfaction at the thought that he was only flirting with her because of her ... immense sex appeal. Feeling attractive always felt good.
"Daphne here asked how long we've been together," Harry explained patiently.
"Oh, right. Well, me and my bubby," Ginny smiled, placing her hand on Harry's. She looked at him, her expression changing from disinterested to loving. "are ... two years now?"
Harry smiled back at Ginny, before looking at Daphne.
"Yeah, almost two years," he confirmed.
Daphne noticed how Ginny reacted ... but for some reason it only strengthened the feelings she felt inside. The guilt felt sticky, like transparent, excitingly-smelling glue constricting her fingers ... but it was just so harmless, right? She was a young woman, her libido strong and demanding ... it felt good to let herself open up to that intense, overwhelming feeling and just let herself be driven by it. And it was so inherently full of resolve ... of determination...
She wasn't supposed to flirt and seduce a taken man, but she really wanted to try. She had thought him attractive, finding it strange he was so open to flirt with another woman right in front of his girlfriend ... but now she felt she knew why.
Daphne tried to rationalize ... that Ginny might indeed love him a lot, but from the short interaction Daphne saw, Harry's girlfriend wasn't willing to put in much work into their relationship. Daphne pictured herself not being so neglectful ... being far more attentive to him. And from the oh so many hidden glances she had noticed, she felt confident enough to see herself as far more sexually appealing.
Ginny's eyes soon returned to her phone once again. Harry rolled his eyes subtly and drank some of his tea.
"So, how long have you been living here?" Daphne asked, twisting around in her chair slightly, her voice sultry. She felt emboldened because of how little attention Ginny seemed to pay.
Harry's eyes widened considerably as he saw Daphne move.
She positioned herself at an angle, leaning her elbow on the back of the chair. She flexed her abdomen slightly, to make it even more flat and defined. True, her abundant cleavage was no longer in direct line of sight...but she wanted him to notice just how big her breasts were in contrast with just how fit her frame was.
"Uhh, well ..." he coughed on his tea a bit, almost devouring her with his eyes.
It was certainly a good thing Ginny wasn't paying attention ... because Harry's stare was utterly obvious. Daphne unsuccessfully tried to hide her smirk, full of seductive smugness. After a long, intense period of checking her out, Harry finally looked up.
Their eyes met, glinting, fully aware of each other's actions. And fully accepting.
"So," he began, clearing his throat again. "I was living here, in the city I mean, for a while, and it was fantastic. You know, job-wise, environment, people ... everything. Finally I decided to buy my own place. Ginny moved in with me about half a year later."
"Mhm, I see. A reliable, independent man," she joked.
He smiled widely, chuckling. She watched him, her eyes glinting. He brought his cup up and took a sip, not breaking off the eye contact during the lull in the conversation.
"Yeah, you could say I'm just enjoying life," he said casually. Then his voice got deeper as he continued, his smile a bit more serious. "and ... taking care of my woman."
Daphne felt her heart thumping in her chest, her blood rushing, dense with delicious, pleasurable feelings of warmth, spreading throughout her body. He was looking directly in her eyes with a truly piercing stare. The way he accentuated his last words, the way he was looking ...
She couldn't help but think if, at some hidden level ... he referred to her. She imagined, quickly and with increasing desire to see ... to feel ... just how exactly he was capable of 'taking care'.
Daphne felt her nipples harden, flushed with more and more pronounced arousal. Her focus was ever sharpening and intense, as if everything but the man she stared at was becoming blurry and unimportant, and she hardly wanted anything but for the situation to develop. She felt hot, almost feverish, her body tensing in waves, urging her to open up and let her deepest instincts and desires to take over, preparing for something she deeply hoped for.
There was only one obstacle remaining - the fact that they weren't alone.
"Um, actually," she began boldly, her eyes wavering under Harry's intense stare, her voice soft and shaky with nervousness and anxiety. "I kinda ... could use a man ... to help me out with, uh, furniture. You know, assembling it?"
Harry took a deep, controlled breath. He looked slightly conflicted, as if torn between a right decision ... and a very enticing, naughty one.
"You're asking me to ... help you out?" he asked, his voice deep.
Daphne felt her mouth part open slightly, her heart beating hard and fast, as if trying to break free from her chest. He was looking at her so intensely, his eyes glinting as if urging her onward.
She couldn't say it. She just nodded, slowly and very, very deliberately.
Harry cleared his throat loudly.
"Oh, I guess I could spare some time. Help a neighbor out," he said, trying very hard to sound casual and unfazed. "Alright, Gin?"
"Huh? What?" Ginny looked up from her phone, confused.
Daphne rolled her eyes subtly. She couldn't believe that girlfriend of his.
"I'll go over to Daphne's and help her with some furniture, alright?" he asked, trying to sound utterly bored, as if being forced to do an annoying chore.
"Oh, yeah. Sure," his girlfriend replied, quickly looking back at her phone.
Harry caught the young, scantily-dressed woman's eyes. Daphne was looking at him, waiting for his move.
"Well, let's go," he said, standing up and pointing towards the door.
Daphne immediately got up, turned around and headed for the door. She made sure to walk as slowly as she could whilst swaying her mouth-watering bubble butt from side to side.
Harry walked close behind her. When she reached the door, she looked over her shoulder...catching him staring right at what she wanted him to.
They walked out of his apartment and her body tensed as she opened her own door, letting Harry enter first. She felt dizzy and hazy, nervous and anxious so intensely like she had never felt before. She didn't know why this man was affecting her so ... well, she had a few ideas. Especially as she slid her eyes over his ripped, muscular frame defined even underneath his clothes.
He walked further inside her apartment, looking around. Daphne closed and locked the door behind her, walking forward. She felt wobbly, like walking on eggshells.
"So ... I don't see anything to be assembled," he said, turning around, looking at her seriously.
She felt like looking down at her feet in shame. She was worried she had misinterpreted everything, that she had just done an irrevocable mistake. But then, pushing herself to the limit, she looked up, thin-lipped.
"Actually, I lied," she said shakily, her voice sultry and throaty.
He took a step towards her, his eyebrows raised, his eyes glinting. She felt like losing herself in them.
"I just ... thought you might want to continue our conversation somewhere ... private ..."
"And why is that?" he asked, his voice deep and pronounced as he walked up to her. He was so close she could smell him ... feel his body heat. He leaned forward, ever so slightly.
She didn't know what to say. She just stared at him, her mouth slightly parted. Wishing he would just ...
Harry lowered himself suddenly, simultaneously with snaking his hand around her side, placing it on her bare, lower back. His fingers on her skin felt burning hot. He pulled her forward, gently yet firmly, his touch telling her he did not want to let her go. And then, as his lips drew ever closer to his, he kissed her.
"Mmm," she let out an excited, relieving sigh, closing her eyes. Letting him proceed, melting in the softness, warmth, and that enticing wetness of his lips.
He kissed her slowly, gently. Guiding her to relax and accept him. Then he brought his second hand around her, placing it on her juicy behind. She kissed him harder.
Harry slid his forearm under her thigh, lifting it up to align it with his arm, his hand squeezing her ass-cheek lustfully. He kissed her harder, quickly showing her that he was loving her lips.
Their tongues touched each other gently, probing, meeting for the first time ... quickly picking up the pace and beginning a passionate, arousing dance as they intimately explored each other's taste.
"Mmmh!" she couldn't help but moan slightly, feeling him hold her leg against his hip
After a while he let her leg go, then pushed into her. She was forced to step backwards until her back hit the wall with a soft thud, her ponytail-styled hair spreading against the smooth surface. He broke the kiss, sliding his lips to her ear.
"How are you so fucking hot?" he whispered, his voice deep and thick with lust.
She giggled, feeling high from all the delicious excitement. Her intense feelings of focus softened, like a string relaxing after a long, long time of being stretched and drawn taut. She could finally let herself go, focusing not like a razor sliding across a soft, sensitive surface, but like a most relaxing bath in warm, all-encompassing water. Feeling freedom that allowed her to open up and focus on what she truly desired.
Harry lowered his mouth downwards and began kissing her neck and the underside of her jaw. She felt his lips press and suck gently on her skin, underneath which her arteries throbbed with her blood. As if he was trying to taste her excitement. She leaned her head back, letting him free access to notice, just really take in what exactly was he doing to her.
He moved both his hands onto her juicy, firm butt, groping and squeezing it possessively, pulling her forward into his groin. She began grinding against him, undulating with her hips. His rapidly hardening cock, barely inhibited by his sweatpants, pressed and pushed into her pubic mound.
Daphne moaned, her excitement bubbling up, her arousal throbbing like a drum inside her. Her nipples felt stiff, her skin feels sensitive and tingling, and her pussy was getting wet. He pushed into her, smelling her intoxicating, feminine scent, sandwiching her between him and the wall. She bend her back slightly, pushing her big, perky tits into his hard, firm chest.
He couldn't focus on kissing her neck any more. He had to taste her lips in a wet, sloppy kiss. Full of emotion, fire, and passion. They rubbed against themselves, like coiling around each other like snakes. She couldn't remember last time she felt this mind-numbingly aroused. And Harry felt too horny to think about anything else, let alone his unexciting, far less sexy girlfriend.
Their kiss was physically incapable of keeping up with their frantic pace. Harry broke it, and brought his lips to her ear again, smelling her hair.
"You're irresistible," he said deeply, barely able to keep his voice calm. "I'm going to fuck you."
Daphne half-moaned, half-sighed at his tone ... how confident and certain he sounded. As if it was beyond either her, or his girlfriend, to stop him.
"To the bedroom," he commanded, stepping back.
Daphne almost ran there, stopping by the bed. Until Harry pushed her forward, and she fell onto the soft material. She ended up on her knees and hands, looking back at the handsome, hunky man standing behind her.
His eyes were burning a hole in her juicy, shapely behind, clad in those skin-tight yoga pants of hers. She stuck it out more, wanting him to appreciate her.
"Fuck, your ass is incredible," he said, placing his hands on her hips, admiring it. "How much do you workout?"
Before Daphne could reply, he spanked her, hard. She yelped as she felt the most pleasurable pain imaginable.
"I bet you've noticed my girlfriend doesn't have an ass like you, hm?" he joked, sliding his hands appreciatively. "That's why you came in dressed like that?"
"Noo," she whispered softly, closing her eyes, feeling intense, throbbing burning of her arousal in her loins, feeling it urge her to just agree with anything Harry would say.
He spanked her again, producing another, exquisitely pleasurable yelp.
"Yes you did. You came into my home, looking like a little, sexy slut, knowing I wouldn't be able to stop myself."
"Nooo, I, uhmmm ... I didn't know ..." she protested, wiggling her ass, trying to entice him into punishing her more.
Harry pressed his bulging tent into her covered pussy, slid his hands to grab her perky tits and pulled her upwards. Daphne followed his lead eagerly.
He brought his lips to her ear again, from behind.
"Don't worry, I'm not mad ... I'm happy … very happy you did," he whispered lovingly, sweetly, pushing his throbbing dick into her as if trying to penetrate through the layers of clothing. His hands varied between groping her tits possessively and merely massaging them all around playfully. "You've got an incredible body ... my girlfriend doesn't come close."
She half-moaned, hearing his sweet, tempting whispers. Her excitement and relaxing, blissful feelings of focus transforming into irresistible heat, as if she was sunbathing on soft, scorching hot desert sand. Her panties were soaked wet and her pussy pulsed and throbbed with that delectable heat, full of arousal and itchy sexual tension she desperately felt like releasing.
"You're so beautiful, Daphne. I want to make you feel so, so good," he told her, his voice deep and sweet. "I want to explore and discover every little part of you."
Daphne felt like melting in his embrace. She was so desperate for him to just ... take her like they both wanted.
"Do you want me to, Daphne? Do you want me to fuck you like my sweet, little slut?" he asked gently, trying to coax an answer out of her, his voice tense with thick lust all around its edges.
Her arousal exploded like colorful fireworks, each blazing, glittering spark radiating throughout her body, changing into pure, unstoppable, overwhelming lust, that filled her vision like a pink, misty fog. She desired to say anything he wanted to hear, do anything he asked.
"Yes, sir, please ... Harry, please ... I want you so bad," she moaned, begging him to not deny her any longer.
He pushed her suddenly and forcefully, throwing her onto the bed. He strongly, powerfully grabbed her sides and turned her around. She breathed so quickly as if in the middle of a sprint, watching his every move desperately.
Harry yanked her tight yoga pants, pulling them down. Were they of quality they surely would've ripped. He cursed lightly, taking off her shoes, then pulling off those sexy pants finally.
She pushed her ass upwards slightly, urging him to take off her soaked, white panties. To set her throbbing, lust-filled pussy free...and do whatever he wanted to her most intimate, vulnerable part.
He looked at her, stopping himself with a titanic display of willpower and smiled at her expression. Daphne's mouth was agape as she breathed hard, watching with glinting, desperate eyes.
He brought his face forward to her panty-clad flower, smiling, and slid his fingers underneath the sides of the last remaining article of clothing. She didn't break eye contact for a second, tensing up. He slowly pulled her panties down, assisted by nigh-reflexive movements of her legs.
Daphne swallowed her saliva, but that didn't make her throat feel less dry. She felt as if sweating all over, letting out moisture with every pore of her body. Harry leaned forward to her pussy, and ostentatiously closed his eyes.
"Oh my god, you smell ... mmm," he whispered into her sensitive folds, breathing in her intoxicating, feminine scent like life-giving oxygen.
She gasped, her vagina flexing in response. She felt emptiness inside her, only magnified by her intense lust.
And then he kissed her lower lips. Slowly and gently at first, but noticing just how slippery wet she was he began licking up and down, sucking on her lips harder and harder.
Daphne felt at his mercy as he teased her, eating her out whilst neglecting her clitoris. He carried on for only for a few, yet infuriatingly long minutes.
Her pent-up lust, her peaking arousal ... she felt herself ready to cum the second he would just suck a bit on her most sensitive spot.
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