HERS in Venice
The car pulls up to the CQ Midtown hotel in Times Square and you take a moment to powder your nose and check your reflection in the mirror of your compact. Bella’s typing away on her phone with her glasses perched on her nose. Not a day goes by that you aren’t thrilled she took the job as your assistant. Without her you’d be lost, especially while traveling with Harry. Keeping your home office in London has been essential to keeping the podcast organized, not to mention, she’s a dear friend and confidante.
Reminding the driver that your suitcase is in the trunk, you reach for your portfolio. You take a deep breath, you don’t want to forget that, after all you’ve packed a sexy surprise for Harry. God, you hope he’ll be ready. You smile to yourself remembering the “His and Hers” plugs you surprised him with when you were last at the pink cottage. The experience with yours in the swing was mind-blowing, but it seems like it happened ages ago and that a lifetime of events has happened in the meantime.
The driver sets your rolling case on the curb with a thud, geez, you miss Cal, he’s more than just your driver, he’s a protector and friend. But he’s with Harry at the moment in Venice, making sure he’s taken care of tonight at the Venice Film Festival premiere of Don’t Worry Darling. You look forlornly at Bella, wishing you didn’t have this meeting to attend so you could be with him right now.
“Don’t look at me like that, Lily, you’ll be there soon enough, just a couple of hours and then you can jump on the flight to him; you won’t miss a thing,” she says resting her hand on yours in your lap.
“I know, it’s just a big deal and I just… miss him,” you say, pouting.
“Lily! It’s only been, like…”
“I know, I know…pathetic aren’t I?”
She smiles and tilts her head to rest on your shoulder, “Nah, baby, you’re just in love, it’s forgivable.”
The door opens and you step out and pull your suit jacket down and brush your hair to the side. A navy blue suit with a powder blue cami underneath…you chose it because it reminded you of the Gucci HA HA HA suit Harry will be wearing tonight.
“Will be good luck,” Harry told you last night as he helped you select the outfit. “Wear these wi’,” he said holding out a pair of hot pink stilettos.
“You think?”
“Yeah, they’re perfec’, badass sexy…jus’ like ma girl.”
The hotel is quite glamorous, you think, as you follow Bella down the corridor before stopping at a set of French doors.
She opens the doors and you walk in to a deceptively large meeting area with several round tables elegantly set with full place settings and tall crystal and floral centerpieces. People are milling around with flutes of what look like Mimosas or orange juice.
“B, I think we’re in the wrong place,” you say turning to leave just as Apple executives, including your contact representative, walks in.
You look around and begin to recognize other podcasters and finally notice the large screen behind the podium announcing the “Apple Podcaster’s Quarterly Brunch”. What the hell?
You smile to those around you and grab Bella’s arm pulling her off to one side, “Bel-la! When you accepted this invitation did you know this was going to be so formal? What…,” you stop yourself and smile as three smartly dressed gentlemen walk by and nod, “the hell!” you whisper-shout.
“Lily, I swear, I thought this was going to be a small intimate brunch to talk about your time-slot and advertisers…I’m so…hold on, there’s a program, let’s not panic, yet.” She steps over to a table and snatches a program that has the menu on one side and a agenda on the other. She grimaces and scratches her eye with a squint. “Shit.”
You take the agenda and look it over. “Oh my god, there’s a keynote speaker, then meet and greets…I thought this would take two hours tops!” you say with a fake smile and gritted teeth. “I’m gonna have to bow out early on my bosses!”
“Don’t panic, Lil, I can make excuses for you after…,” she says trying to smooth things over.
You take a deep breath and close your eyes. You know he can’t be here do to commitments and even if he were free, he still couldn’t come…his attendance would cause a commotion and overshadow the other podcasters and yourself and you could never do that to your community. You know what he’d say if he were here. He’d tell you that this is important and that he’ll be waiting for you when you get there. You open your eyes and smile. “You’re right,” you say tugging your jacket down.
“Stop fidgeting. You look great. Let’s go do this.”
“Ok,” you breathe out and grab her hand. “I’m sorry. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Come on.”
You walk to the brunch table, grab a plate and some goodies, and make your way to the tables and then a waiter sets a Bellini in front of you. You’re chatting with other podcasters and your Apple contact, Alex, asks you to come meet the big bosses.
You meet the big bosses and they heap praise on you and your podcast. It’s exciting and humbling all at the same time.
You hear the glasses click and it’s time for the keynote speaker, who blessedly keeps it short. He begins to ask questions of each podcaster and your hands start sweating.
“Lily Rose…why true crime? Why cold cases?”
All eyes in the room shift to you and you feel the heat rise to your cheeks but you know the answer to this question because you lived it. “My parents were murdered when I was 11 and their murder went unsolved until just recently. I’m drawn to cold cases and unsolved mysteries because of what I lived through and my goal is to bring closure to victims of crime. They deserve that.”
You feel Bella’s hand grip yours under the table and you feel proud of what you’ve accomplished. “So far I’ve brought closure to over 50 families and counting.”
You blush again at the polite applause but you know you nailed it.
It’s been over two hours but you’ve lost all track of time and somehow you’ve become the must talk to podcaster at the brunch. Bella’s nervously tapping her fingers on the table and checking and re-checking her watch. “C’mon Lily. You’ve got a plane to catch!” She whispers to herself. She checks her watch yet again and sighs. This can’t wait anymore, she thinks as she hops up and pushes into the crowd and takes your elbow. “Lily, you really have to go or you’re gonna miss your flight.”
You excuse yourself from the crowd. “Is it that late?” You whisper shout.
“Yes! Go now! Get to the driver. I’ll hold down the fort here,” she says, shoving your suitcase handle into your hand.
“Shit!” You hiss, kissing her cheeks and running out of the room and to the front of the hotel to your waiting car and jump inside. “JFK!” You shout to the driver. You look out and see Bella running towards the car. “Hold up! Bella’s here! You shout out and then wait for Bella to finally get in. “You ready? The driver asks.
“Yes. We’re ready, let’s go. How long to the airport?”
“Traffic is very heavy at the moment.”
You sigh, not what you wanted to hear. You text Harry to let him know that you’re en route to the airport but that traffic is heavy.
Bella pulls out her phone and checks the route. “Lily, we’re not gonna make this flight. It’s over an hour to get there and it’s…it’s not gonna happen.”
You bite your lip as tears slide down your face. He’s halfway across the world and all you want to do is be there with him. “Damn!”
Bella grabs your arm after furiously tapping on her phone, “I was able to book you on the next flight out, same airline, it leaves an hour later, if we hold our breath, we just might be able to get you there! Yo, dude, do whatever you can to get us to JFK, it’s an emergency!”
You look at Bella with a shocked expression, “Jesus, Bella…,” you chuckle then lean over to whisper, “’Yo dude’?”
“Hey, I live in the States part-time, I know how to talk to the drivers,” she shrugs, “besides, my bestie needs to get to her man, I’ll do whatever I can for love.”
“Awww, I love you B, I’m really gonna miss you when we move on to Chicago…” you thread your fingers with hers and squeeze, “You know Gavin’s one lucky sound guy.”
“I’m so crazy about him! He’s taking the Chicago residency off to stay with me and I’m so excited! He’ll join back up in Austin, but I get him all to myself for a few and I’m over the moon excited,” she says clapping her hands and giggling like a lovesick schoolgirl.
“I’m so happy for you! I definitely understand how great it is to have a few days to yourself. H and I really enjoyed the three days he took off week before last – sometimes you just need some time to reconnect,” you say thinking fondly of your time locked away in the apartment, talking, cooking, loving and, well, fucking.
The driver is eyeballing you in the rearview as he navigates the ridiculous midtown traffic. You try not to make eye contact with him, but he just keeps staring. Finally, he speaks up, “I know I’ve seen you before, but I just can’t place it…” he mumbles eyeing the windshield and the rearview mirror.
Aww shit, you think to yourself. “Nah, I just have a familiar looking face,” you say hoping to throw him off.
His eyes squint like he’s thinking, then suddenly they go wide, but he doesn’t say a word. At the next stop light, he makes quick work grabbing his phone and tapping away, but he promptly stops as soon as the red light turns green and he focuses on the road seemingly determined to get you there as fast as possible.
Interrupting your thoughts, Bella says, “I hate to say it, but this is still going to be a photo-finish if you make it to the gate in time for the next flight.”
Your tummy bubbles with nerves as the time ticks away and the amount of NYC traffic clogs your pathway. When you finally arrive at the drop off, you have less than twenty minutes to make it to the gate. As you step out of the car, you hear the first click, then another, then another… there are three guys with cameras waiting for you across the driveway at the airline departure entrance. You grimace when they call your name. Bella steps out with you, grabbing your suitcase from the trunk before the driver can even get out of the car. You hear her lean back in the car and tell him to, “Fuck off!” much to your surprise.
“Bella! What was that about?” you ask covering your face and reaching for your suitcase.
“That guy, wished you and Harry luck…he must’ve tipped the paps off… stupid jerk!” Everything about this is something you hate with the fury of ten layers of the sun. Being rushed, fighting with a suitcase and heels and running from paparazzi. Just inside the automatic doors you hear your phone ding with an incoming text from Harry. Vowing to look at it as soon as possible, you ignore it in effort to run through TSA and make it to the boarding gate.
Bella kisses you and tells you she’ll stay around until you text her that you’re on board. She’s such an amazing friend, you remind yourself to make sure you do something special for she and Gavin during their time off.
You click your way through the airport on your heels, trailing the suitcase and make it in just enough time to see the plane push away from the jetway.
“Shit! Shit! Shit!” you mutter panting breathlessly trying to keep the tears away. You turn to begin the walk back to the front and pull out your phone to message Bella, but you decide to read Harry’s text first.
Harry: how’s my girl? Did you make it? i miss you.
The tear drops before you can even control it. At this point you’ll be lucky to make it to the screening that evening. Fuck!
You text back.
Lily: H, I miss you so much. I’m so sorry, I missed the first flight and the rescheduled flight and on top of everything else, I got papped getting out of the cab. I think the driver tipped them off. Headed to Bella to get another flight on any airline…just want to get to you as soon as possible.
You watch as the dots flash on the screen and immediately feel better. Just knowing he’s on the other end is so comforting.
Harry: Oh baby, go to the British Airways lounge to hide out. I’m having Jeff contact Bella now to get you here private. I will get you here safely, trust me. Answer when Bella calls.
You sit down at the nearest gate and take your heels off. You think about chucking them in the bin but unzip your carry on and pull out your vans and sigh in relief as you slip them on and shove your heels back in the carry on, trying not to cry, and wait for Bella’s call. Your phone rings and you jump.
“Hello?”
“I’m in front of the British Airways lounge. Come find me.”
“Ok, I’m coming,” you say standing up and walking in the direction of the lounge.
You finally get to the desk and the attendant looks up at you.
“Ms. Rose?”
You nod.
“We’ve been expecting you.”
You smile.
“Follow me, please.”
You follow her through the door and into the lounge and you see Bella on a couch on her phone.
She sees you and smiles, waving you over. She puts her hand over the speaker. “On hold with Jeffery. He’s getting an Azoff private jet here for you. Can you believe that?! What even is your life?!” She whisper shouts and you both giggle.
“God, I know. I don’t believe it myself sometimes,” you say, rolling your eyes.
“Hold on, he’s back,” she tells you. “Jeffery? Yes, she’s here. Really? Ok, we’ll be ready. Thank you!” She hits end and turns to you. “The plane’ll be here in 15 minutes. Unbelievable!” She says, laughing again.
You join her. “Am I really gonna be in Venice in time for the premiere?” You ask, squeezing her hand.
“Harry will move heaven and earth to make it happen, believe me. I’ve never seen a problem get resolved so quickly!”
You sigh. “It’s the power of money and powerful people, Bella, which I would normally feel bad about, but I’m just too relieved to be guilty right now.”
“Don’t feel guilty. I’m just glad it worked out,” Bella says sighing.
“Me too.”
Back in Venice, Harry’s sitting at the table for the press conference and he’s trying hard to pay attention and be coherent but he’s out of his element and he’s waiting for confirmation from Jeffery that you got on the private plane.
He gets asked a question and he knows he just botched that answer but he really can’t be arsed about it. He looks up and sees Jeffery holding up a thumbs up and his eyebrows go up and he smirks. Thank the gods, he thinks. Just six hours and she’ll be here.
Once on board the plane you look around at the gold and cream furnishing and shake your head. “Never get used to this,” you mutter to yourself as a cabin crew member walks down the center aisle.
“Miss Rose, welcome!”
“Please, call me Lily, thank you so much for this last-minute flight, I’m sorry if you had to change any plans you had."
���Oh, it’s no problem, we’re on-call rotations and I’m happy to do it. I’m Rebecca, can I get you anything to drink?”
“Ya know, I would realllly like a strong Manhattan…” you groan with a roll of your eyes.
She chuckles, “No problem, would you like some snack mix too?”
“Ooo, does it have those crunchy rye crackers in it?”
“Yes, I think it does as a matter of fact.”
“I would love some!”
“Is there anything else I can get you?”
“No, once we are in the air, I just wanna change out of these clothes, wash my face and relax,” you say as you buckle your seatbelt.
“Well, there is a spacious bathroom in the back and I just put fresh towels and toiletries out. I’ll stow your bag in the closet back there so you can change. These chairs swivel and recline and there’s a table that pulls out from the side.” The pilot interrupts to ask everyone to prepare for take off.
Once the plane reaches cruising altitude you step into the bathroom to change into a loose pair of ripped up 550’s you’ve had since college, your favorite pair, and a tight, Gucci white with hot pink polka-dot tee of Harry’s. You can’t help but notice the outline of the lace on your bra through the fabric. Harry would approve, you think to yourself with a grin. You shiver at the thought of how wearing his clothes turns him on. When you look up at your reflection in the mirror you notice your nipples are poking out and you giggle, “Betrayed…” you mouth to no one regarding how your body never fails to betray your thoughts when it comes to him. It’s been a couple of days since you’ve made love. One night the show was late and he was tired and another night you worked late into the night completing some requests for public information for two different cases you’re researching, by the time you headed to bed Harry was fast asleep, deservedly so. The residencies may not include hours of travel, but they’re just as busy and H likes his sleep. You pull out your face wash and decide to wash off the make-up and grime of the day, fuck any paps who may be waiting when you arrive, Harry loves you with a clean face anyway and there will be hair and make-up ready for you as soon as you get to the hotel room. Clean and fresh, you grab your cosmetic bag and decide to brush your hair out of the stuffy bathroom.
Back at your seat is your Manhattan with a orange zested rim and a package of your favorite snack mix. Booze, salt and carbs…all things you don’t need when you’re going to slip into a pale pink, silk evening gown for the premiere, but, at this point, who cares. You plop down and take a sip of the cool liquid, swallow and close your eyes as the alcohol enters your blood stream. Popping the package to the snack mix open, two of the crispy rye chips fall out onto the table. “Well, hello there friends,” you say to them, “Why yes, I do think I shall eat you,” you grin to yourself. Smoothing your hair to the side, you unzip your cosmetic bag and look for your pink flower hair clip. After rummaging around for a full minute, you realize you must’ve forgotten to pack it. “Darn it,” you say, finding a hair tie instead. Piling the hair in a messy bun, you sit back, sip your drink and munch on your snacks. There’s a control panel on your chair that reclines it, turns on a heater and calls for the cabin crew. You grab the blanket next to you and tuck it around your legs. Your phone dings to indicate you have an incoming text from Bella. Pulling out the charging cord, you plug it in and settle back to check out your message.
Bella: Here’s a pic of H arriving at Venice. He looks so good in that eggplant color blazer! Isn’t that your favorite hair clip? Hmmm…I know you didn’t voluntarily give that to him…someone must’ve stolen it! Harry’s in trouble… 😊
Sure enough, there’s Harry looking dapper as ever and there attached to his hat bag is your hot pink flower clip. That little bugger! You grin, yes, he does look amazing in that color and you must make sure he know he does. Your man is so hot. So fucking hot. He IS in trouble for taking your clip out of your bag too, mind you. You open a message to him.
Lily: Not to sound like a stalker, but you look fucking amazing in that color…eggplant is it? Nice sunnies too. Shall we talk about the hot pink clip on your bag? (you include a gif of a toddler with crossed arms, tapping their foot in anger)
Harry: It jumped on my bag and begged to go with. (he includes a gif with toddler shrugging)
Lily: Oh really? Sounds suspect at best.
Harry: Somehow I bet you have something of mine in your bag…hmm?
Busted! You look down at your shirt and then around the cabin like someone must be spying on you.
Lily: Ok, who ratted?
Harry: No one, I just know my girl.
Lily: I miss you.
Harry: Soon, love…you’ll be here soon. I’ll send Cal back to pick you up and they’ll make sure you get to me. Kinda chaotic, but we can have some quiet time later. Saw your dress…it’s beautiful. Ready to see you in it. Will be ready to take it off too.
Lily: I’m glad you like it. I’ll be ready for you to take it off too.
Harry: Been missing my honey…
Lily: Don’t start something, H. My body has been screaming all day thinking about you.
Harry: It’s been HARD for me too.
Lily: I have plans for you tonight.
Harry: Oh? I fuckin’ hope they include you being naked.
Lily: You’ll have to wait and see.
Harry: pouting. gotta run, Jezebel, something about photo ops. I can’t wait to see you. I love you.
Lily: Go baby, go be a movie star, my movie star. I love you so much.
Harry: Can we please fuck tonight?
Lily: Jesus, Harry!
Harry: Well?
Lily: Since you asked so nicely…
Harry: 😊😊😊
You smile and click your phone off. You swivel your chair and look at the bed. Hmmm…it’s been a stressful day and it won’t be over for hours yet so you decide that you will lay down for a while. You pull down the duvet and slip under the covers. You’re asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.
A few hours later you’re awoken by an announcement that you’re beginning your descent into Venice. You smile and sigh…Harry.
Your leg is shaking as you buckle your seatbelt and wait to land.
Finally the plane lands and as soon as you walk down the stairs you see Cal and your face lights up.
Cal kisses both of your cheeks and takes your carry on as you hop in the Range Rover.
“Harry’ll be glad ya see ya Miss Lily and Venice is lovely this time of day.”
“I can’t wait to see him or Venice,” you exhale as you look out the window as you watch the city go by.
“Almost there,” Cal says from in front of you.
You smile as Cal pulls in to the circular drive of a gorgeous hotel and he opens the door for you and you wait while he retrieves your bag. “Thanks Cal.”
“My pleasure Miss Lily. Here’s your room key. You’re on the top floor. Let me know if ya need me.”
“I will, thank you again,” you say, talking the room key from his hand and walking into the hotel lobby and getting on the elevator.
You punch the button to your floor and impatiently wait for the doors to close.
When the elevator door opens, you see Harry leaning against the wall, hand in the pocket of his satin sleep pants looking as fuckable as he ever has. You bite your lip and he smirks at you.
“Hi Jezebel,” he rasps.
“Hi,” you say back to him as you step out of the elevator and move to stand in front of him.
Neither one of you say anything, you just look into each others eyes. Finally, he straightens up and places his hands on your cheeks. “‘M glad ya here.”
“I’m glad too. Thank you for making it happen.”
“No more commercial flights fo’ ya, Jezebel.”
You open your mouth to protest.
“I know it’s not the environmentally friendly thing ta do an’ I hate tha’, bu’ ‘m puttin’ ma foot down.”
“I know you’re right. I worry about getting sick and getting you sick too. Let’s hope there’s no more solo traveling for me for a while.”
“Fuck, I hope no’,” he says, puffing out a breath. “I missed ya.”
“I missed you too. Do I get a kiss now?”
He laughs his breathy little laugh. “Ya jus’ got here an’ already wan’ ma mouth, hmmm?”
You shiver. “Yes.”
“Can’ say no ta tha’,” he whispers and slants his lips over yours in a series of warm, soft kisses before darting his tongue out and touching your tongue with his. You moan against his soft lips and meet his tongue with your own.
After a few good minutes of getting reacquainted, he finally pulls back and presses a sweet kiss to your nose. “Hair and makeup’ll be here soon. Probably need ta shower befo’, yeah?”
You nod your head.
“Ok, l can help ya get naked…”
You giggle. “Oh, I know.”
****1.5 hours later ***
You’re finally almost ready and an assistant is helping you into your skin tight satin dress and strappy heels. You look in the mirror and you go “wow.” You turn around and you can see the lines from your panties and your fingers run over the lines.
“I thought that might be a problem,” the assistant says.
You suck your lips in your mouth and close your eyes. You don’t know if you can get them off without ruining everything. You meet the assistants eyes in the mirror.
“Do you want me to help you take them off?”
“Yes,” you say relieved as they nod and move in front of you, carefully lifting the dress and your hands move to shimmy them down your hips until they fall to your ankles and the assistant gently navigates them around your shoes and slides your dress down.
“All set!” They say getting up and then handing you the matching pink clutch from the dresser.
“Thank you.”
“You look great.”
“Thanks.”
You walk into the living area of the suite and see Harry sitting on the couch in his navy blue suit with a light blue shirt with an oversized collar and his sunglasses on his head as he scrolls on his phone. He looks up and his eyebrows go up when he sees you. He stands up and tucks his lips in his mouth. “Holy fuck, Jezebel. Ya look amazin’,” he says as his eyes trail down your body and then back up to yours.
“Thank you,” you say blushing as his eyes trail the length of your body once again, caressing your skin without even touching you.
“Gon’ be hard ta behave wi’ ya lookin’ like tha’,” he rasps.
“Never said you had to,” you say, smirking.
He chuckles. “Carful wha’ ya wish fo’ sweetheart. Lotsa dark alleys in this city…” he says, moving to stand in front of you, hands sliding to your bum.
“Hmmm…sounds good to me,” you say with a mischievous grin.
He’s leaning in for a final kiss when there’s a knock at the door. You pout out your lips dramatically and he rolls his eyes, “Le’ tha chaos begin,” he mutters against your pout.
Jeffery strides in on his phone being ever agreeable to the person on the other end of the line. “Ok, ok, ok…got it…well, doesn’t sound like we have a choice…yeah…we’ll make it work,” he say before ending the call.
He leans in to kiss both your cheeks, “God, Lily, you look amazing. Harry, you’ll pass,” he teases. “Kids got some unfortunate news. They have arrangements for each of the actors to arrive at staggered times…solo.”
Harry clenches his jaw, “Oh, for fuck’s sake…Jeffery….”
“I know, I know…but this is about you. There’s a lot of fans who’ve gathered, and they want to keep the focus on the film, not just Harry and his girlfriend,” he says looking at you sympathetically, “and, to be honest, after seeing you, that’s probably a good decision. You would absolutely steal the red carpet….”
“Nice segue Jeff, but you don’t have to sell me on the idea, I understand,” you say fidgeting with the chain on your clutch.
“No! I’m not trying to “sell” you on anything, I know it sucks, but it really is probably for the best just to spare you from being mobbed and the press from being relentless.”
“Well, Jeze, er, Lily may understand, bu’ I fuckin’ hat’e it,” Harry rasps, accent thick and terse as he runs his fingers through his hair further frustrated that there is so much product in it he can’t smooth it like he does when he’s agitated.
“Shhh…C’mon, H. You know it’s for the best…,” you say softly twisting to stand in front of him and adjust his collar.
Jeff steps to the side, “Don’t want you to worry about Lily, I’ll escort her in my car and I won’t leave her side, we’ll stand off to the side while you all walk the carpet and pose for photo ops. You’ll sign a few autographs, then once everyone has arrived, do some group photos and then make your way into the theater. The cast is all sitting togeth…”
“Fuckin’ ‘ell Jeffrey… no, wan’ Lily by ma side,” he says interrupting.
“I have the seat directly behind you freed up for her, so once you’re get seated, I’ll get her in that seat,” he speaks up trying to reason with a clearly irritated Harry who’s shaking his head, “she’ll be two feet behind you, swear to god, H!”
You take his chin in your hand and pull his face into your line of vision. You smile a big happy smile, “Babe, I’m so OK with this…I actually think this is a perfect plan, I…I… don’t really wanna bother with fans and press, not at this event, not this way….”
He takes a deep sigh and looks at Jeff then back at you, “Ok, bu’ I wan’ Cal drivin’ Lily, ’ll take tha driver from tha festival an’ Cal keeps tha car close.”
“Done,” Jeffrey says tapping on his phone.
You smile, searching his eyes and mouth, “I love you,” to which he leans forward and places a soft kiss on your glossy lips.
“Careful,” you say thumbing the gloss off his lips. He grabs your wrist and pulls your hand away smooshing his lips together to rub it in. “Leave it, I like it.”
He leans forward to nose your ear and whisper, “How tha fuck ‘m I suppos’ ta keep ma cool, ‘knowin’ there’s nothin’ under this dress bu’ ma honey bee.”
“Edging…,” you say biting your bottom lip.
“Jez..e..bel…,” he warns lowly.
“Alright kids, cars are here, we need to head out,” Jeffrey says heading to the door. You turn to follow stopping only to throw a saucy look from under your eyelashes over your shoulder as you sashay a step in front of him.
He merely shakes his head and smirks. “Go’ ya phone?” he asks patting his chest to check that he has his in the inside jacket pocket.
Taking a moment to glance in your clutch, you nod, “Mm-hmm.”
“Good, keep an eye on it, understand?”
You gulp at the thought of naughty messages and nod with a flutter of your eyelids as you feel his large hand smooth down your backside. You might’ve teased him about edging, but you have a feeling you’re going to be the one on edge all night.
Harry reluctantly seats you in the car with Cal and throws a kiss with his hand before getting in his own car with instructions from Jeff. Cal manages to get the car out and on the road when you feel the phone vibrate.
Harry: I want you
Lily: I want you too, H.
Harry: Need to make you cum
Lily: Harry!
Harry: It’s my favorite thing
You blush furiously and slant your phone away from Jeffrey, praying to the gods that he doesn’t catch you sexting on the way to Harry’s premiere at the Venice Film Festival. What is this crazy, unbelievable life you lead…
Lily: Tonight…
Harry: Be ready
“We’re almost there,” Jeffery says, smiling and patting your hand. You smile as you click your phone off and tuck it in your clutch. “This is crazy! I can’t believe we’re here!”
“I know…I always knew he’d be a star but it’s still a little surreal to see it play out.”
“I knew it too…I just never thought I’d be with him.”
“Really? Because I think you guys make perfect sense. Believe me when I say that he’s never been happier.”
You blush. “Thanks Jeffery.”
You arrive and are ushered down the carpet quickly and Jeffery guides you to the side.
“The cast’ll go in first and then we’ll follow,” he says quietly.
You nod.
You can hear when the cast starts arriving - fans and photographers screaming and cameras clicking and your heart is pounding. Chris Pine is the first one down the red carpet and you watch in awe as Harry’s car pulls up and he walks to the red carpet. When he sees you, he winks and smirks at you.
Jeffery taps your elbow to let you know it’s time to file into the theatre and you follow him in and take your seats.
Chris comes in first, winks at you and takes his seat and then Harry comes in. His eyes meet yours and the smile that is reserved only for you breaks on his face. The slit on your dress selects that moment to slide off your knee exposing your thigh. Harry’s eyebrows raise ever so slightly and the smile morphs into a smirk. You lick your lips and your eyes flutter as you reach to shift in your seat and adjust the dress. It’s like the dress knows…just knows…how much you want him. You shiver as he turns to speak to Chris before he takes his seat. He leans forward over him and mutters with a grin, “Somethin’ in ya eye, Pine…she’s taken.”
Palms up in declaring innocence, Chris responds, “Out of your league, Harry…out of your league.”
You suck in your lips holding in your grin and look at your clasped hands. You gently shake your head wondering who’s life this is, because it certainly can’t be yours. Harry turns his head to the side and your eyes trace his profile and the curls on the back of his head. Suddenly naughty memories invade your mind, making love in the pool house in Italy… the swing in the pink room…the hotel floor in Amsterdam… you’ve seen that face in ecstasy and those curls between your legs. The memories cause you to clear your throat and sit up straighter in your seat. Harry turns slightly to side eye you. You know he’s silently checking on you, so you nod and turn your thumb up to indicate you’re good. He too clears his throat and sits up in his seat adjusting his suit jacket. You can’t help but wonder what’s on his mind and make a note to ask him later. The rest of the cast files in takes their seats and the curtain covering the screen begins to rise. It’s time for the premiere. You’ve seen the trailers but not the whole movie so you’re nervous and excited.
In the dim lights, you cross your legs just as The Oogum Boogum Song by Brenton Wood starts. You can’t wipe the huge grin from your face, the song is so happy and you kick your foot. Then you gasp at the first scene Harry’s in. He’s utterly beautiful and he looks like he was born in that era. He’s just magical. You giggle at his teasing of Alice while she’s driving them in circles. His laugh is infectious.
Soon enough the first love scene between Jack and Alice flickers across the screen. You’ve seen enough previews to know some of what is about to happen. Jack arrives home from work to Alice who is, let’s be real, stunning. He kisses her passionately and lays her down on the table, much like he’s done to you many times… you know it’s not real but you can’t help the niggling of jealousy. It’s not even that he’s with another woman, it’s simply the idea of other people seeing him do what he only does to you…seeing how he places his hands, his head, how his mouth devours a kiss… kisses that are yours. You sit a little straighter and cross your legs a little tighter trying to get a grip on yourself. After all, you better get accustomed to it because women, and men, around the world are going to be imagining themselves with him, and with some very real examples, as soon as both this and My Policeman.
Harry drops his hand between the chairs to wrap his fingers around your dangling foot causing you to suddenly exhale a breath you didn’t know you were holding. He tucks his head down slightly willing comfort, a sense of calmness and reassurance to overtake his touch…meditating that you know how very much he loves you and that this is just play acting. His thumb strokes the inside of your arch concerned about making it feel “right” between you.
Closing your eyes with a sigh, you revel at the comforting feeling of his touch on your skin. He just knows…of course, he knows how you’re feeling. Your eyes flutter as his fingers remind you that those touches are reserved only for you. So, you let them ground you. He’s yours and wants you to know it. It’s a special moment between you in a dark theater…no words, but one you won’t ever forget.
The film is beautiful and you’re so proud of Harry’s performance. The storyline is intriguing and the mind-bending, psychological aspect is definitely a conversation starter. The entire cast was incredible. You smile through the applause thinking that if Chris Pine ever started a cult, you could be easily influenced, but you won’t tell Harry that. They take a collective bow…and Harry makes a massive show of kissing Nick Kroll much to the delight of the crowd and laughter of his co-stars. You file down the row to the aisle where he’s stepped to one side waiting for you to get to him. He fits his hand on the small of your back and you giggle, “Nice kiss, H.”
“Dinna wanna start somethin’ wi’ you I couldn’ finish. Goddamn baby, ya arse looks so fuckin’ good in this…,” he whispers as his hand slides down to the top of your bum.
“Watch it, mister, don’t get fresh.”
He taps his four fingers lightly to remind you not to get too bratty.
You look over at him just before you step into the open lobby, “The film was fantastic, H…I’m so proud of you. I wanna kiss you so much, but it’s not the time or place…just know I’m beaming inside.”
“Thank ya, baby, dunno jus’ how much tha’ means ta me. Tell me abou’ it tanight?”
“If you’re not busy…”
He waggles his eyes, “Oh, ’ll be busy, bu’…”
About that time Asif comes up and slaps him on the back and says, “Introduce me, Styles.”
He chuckles, “Asif, this is Lily, Lily this legend-in-his-own-mind is Asif.”
You giggle as he kisses your hand dramatically.
“Hey, hey, hey, careful, Lily, no’ sure he’s had all his shots.”
There’s a call for cast photos, so you find Jeffrey and make your way to the theater reception hall. It’s covered in crystal and gold with waitstaff standing at the ready with trays of champagne and hors d'oeuvres. Jeff explains how the cast will be taking photos and entertaining executives for a bit so you should enjoy some champs and mill around. You make your way toward a flute of champagne when you feel your phone vibrate. It’s Bella.
Bella: The Apple folks were so impressed with you today, they published ratings this afternoon and Cold Case Justice is ranked at number six on the most streamed podcasts! Yay!! Slay bestie!
Lily: That’s great news! Any word on the paps at the airport. ☹
Bella: Just a wee Twitter trend.
Lily: WHAT?!
Bella: No need to panic. It’s nothing major, just a pic with the caption, “Should we be worried? Look’s like Harry’s ‘darling’ will be arriving late.”
Lily: (insert rolling eye emoji) Gee, how original.
Bella: IKR?! Just enjoy your short trip and fuck the rest of the world. Kiss Harry for me. If you need anything let me know. Travel safe. Love you!
Lily: Thank you Bella, what in the world would I do without you? I love you bunches.
You slip your phone back in your clutch and take a sip of your drink, when you feel it vibrate again. You smile to yourself realizing that Bella must’ve forgotten something.
Harry: No bra?
You grin at the screen and try to subtly look around. He must still be out front.
Lily: No
Harry: Visualizing
Lily: Careful there will be photos as evidence
Harry: Love you
Lily: Love you
Needing to visit the loo you excuse yourself and drain the last of your champagne. After finishing your business, which was no small feat considering you had to hold up your dress to keep it from getting wet or drug on the floor, you wash your hands and touch up your lipstick.
You step out into the hallway and then into the large reception area and gasp at how in that in the short amount of time there was a massive influx of people. There’s a flurry of activity and even in your heels you can’t seem to stand tall enough to find anyone. You decide it’s always best to just go back to your last location, so you head toward the table with champagne flutes. Thankfully there’s Jeff speaking with two very elegantly dressed older women who, like you, have taken advantage of the flutes of bubbly.
Jeff smiles and waves you closer, “Lily! Lily this is Jeanine Amato and her partner Paula Christenson.”
You smile and take their hands and return their cheek kisses, “Hello, it’s lovely to meet you.”
“Jeanine is on the board of the Venice Biennale for the Film Festival,” Jeff continues.
“Officially it is the Mostra Internazionale d'Arte Cinematografica della Biennale di Venezia…,” Jeanine corrects.
“That’s Italian for the International Venice Film Festival, honey, please don’t scare the poor girl,” Paula interrupts with a kind smile.
“Scusa, darling, I didn’t mean to be rude. You are just stunning, isn’t she just lovely, P!” Jeanine gushes.
“Yes, just beautiful. If you can’t tell we are big fans.”
You look at Jeff who is sipping what looks like a whiskey and smiling at your blush. “Oh, have you met him? I know Harry’s around here somewhere…,” you say looking around.
“Oh no,” Jeanine says, “I mean, yes, we love Harry, but we have really enjoyed your podcast. Paula, especially.”
“Oh! Wow…,” you say with your hand on your chest.
Jeff pipes up, “Paula was a Behavior Analysis Analyst at Quantico before she retired a couple of years ago and now works in the private sector as a international consultant for unsolved cases.”
You mouth drops open, “Oh, wow…,” you say… again… causing Jeff to chuckle. You shake your head to gather some sense about yourself before you make a complete fool of yourself.
You hold your hand out to shake it…again…”It’s so nice to meet you…I…I’m…flattered you listen to my podcast…th…thank you.”
“Yes, we split our time between Venice and Los Angeles, but we never miss an episode. You have done such truly instinctive work, where did you train?”
“I...I…I don’t have any “formal” training, I’ve really just studied criminal psychology and been a lover of solving puzzles and working with the public to run down new ideas and leads. Most of the work we’ve done has been to advocate for victims and support new technology that brings new life to cases that were thought unsolvable.”
Jeff is pulled away and the three of you stand there talking about the podcast and Paula’s experiences. You find out she has authored several books about cases she worked on and is a contributor to a textbook utilized in one of your classes from uni. You get lost in the conversation and the banter between Paula and Jeanine is adorable to say the least. Paula gives you her card and invites you to lunch sometime while you are in Los Angeles, and they turn to walk away. Looking down at her card, you smile at what a wonderful small world we live in. Paula steps back quickly to say, “Lily, you should consider writing a book about your parents’ case. The work is good, but it’s a story of hope for other victims and, in our business, they can use all the hope they can get.”
As she walks away you let the thought linger. Could you write a book? You’re deep in thought when your phone buzzes causing you to startle. You tuck the card in your clutch as you pull out the phone.
Harry: I miss you
You smile and look around for his navy suit and curly hair.
Harry: Behind you
You turn to see him holding his phone and smiling at you.
Lily: I miss you
Harry: Gonna cum for me tonight? Touch your ear if yes.
You look away from him as a waitress stops by to offer another flute of champagne. Smiling at her, you take the glass, hold it to your mouth, looking back at him over the edge and slowly lift your hand to your ear as if fixing your earring.
Harry: Good girl
He excuses himself from the group he’s been ignoring anyway and starts to stalk toward you.
You smirk as he reaches you and sit your champagne down. As soon as you’re within reach, he grabs your hand and drags you to the balcony and opens an enormous French door and ushers you through it before closing the door and pushing you against the railing.
"Ya ready ta get the fuck outta here so I can finally get ya outta tha’ fuckin’ dress,” he says, lips so close to yours you can feel his breath.
“H, just a couple more hours and I'm all yours. So glad Cal's here to drive us around, it's so weird when we have a stranger driving us, feels invasive.”
He shakes his head, “nuh uh. Now. We’re leavin’ now.”
You open your mouth to protest. He pats your bum, "No panty lines…..killin’ me knowin’ ya bare underneath...wanna reach under an’ see how wet ya are…”
You blush as he gently bites bites the apple of your burning cheek. "Had ta take them off because even the thong showed lines,” you whisper with fluttering eyes as his mouth works to the skin below your ear.
He presses the front of his navy trousers, "migh' no' make it back ta tha hotel.”
“We have to! We can't fuck in the car!" You whisper shout eyes moving around to see if anyone is close.
“Why no'? ‘S no' wha' ya said las’ time, he says, smirking against your neck.
“No way, mister. Besides, I brought a little something for you for tonight...it's in my clutch, you wanna peek?”
He nods and you open your clutch and he sees the tiny plug with "HERS" engraved on the base.
He smirks, "Baby, ya brought a butt plug to ma movie premiere?"
"Shhh!!!" you say looking around again.
He laughs his breathy little laugh. "There's no one 'round so answer ma question, Jezebel."
"Well, I wasn't leaving it in the hotel for someone to find!"
"Hmmmm…..could've put it in fo' me.”
“I did think about that but I was afraid it would show...this dress is tight." You tell him, blushing. “This one’s yours, it's your turn tonight, H.... been your turn for a while... you up for it?"
“Mmmm, maybe…bu’ this one says “hers” isn’t tha’ yours, baby?”
You shrug your shoulder and place your hand on his chest with a smirk, “Nah…just feelin’ a little possessive H. Tanight, I want something on you that reminds me you’re mine… that this body,” you point to his chest, “is hers,” you point to your chest. He smirks and runs his hand along your cheek, “Baby, ya own all of me… ma hopes an’ dreams, hear’ an’ soul…,” he searches your eyes, “ma body, ’s all yours,” he runs his hand up your chest to your neck and opens his mouth to say more when the door opens and Jeffrey pops his head out.
“Harry, we've been looking for you, can you come answer a couple of questions?"
He sucks in his lips holding his irritation in "We'll continue this later, Jezebel.”
“I’m holding you to it, mister.”
Over the next hour you and Harry mingle together, moving from group to group with introductions and inquiries about how you met, fielding questions about what you do and having people try terribly not to fan over Harry’s music, which seems to be an interestingly popular subject for a film premiere. There were a few ribbings regarding his interview “performance” which you haven’t had a moment to watch but from what you’ve heard he stumbled through. At one point, he takes a moment to teasingly whisper, that it was your fault that he sucked during the panel because he was just “a ‘lil outta ma mind focusin’ on gettin’ you ‘ere wi’ me, safely.”
It's starting to get late and you are deep in conversation with Kate Berlant, Olivia Wilde and Gemma Chan. Harry’s across the way with Asif and Nick and Chris. Kate drops a joke about Harry’s collar and you both are giggling when your phone vibrates with an incoming text.
Harry: Get me outta here, baby
You look up to see him looking at you with while the boys are knocking around in front of him.
Lily: Yes please my feet are killing me
Harry: Cock is killing me Jezebel need to be inside you
Kate leans over to Gemma and loudly whispers, “Sexting is a sign it’s time to go back to your room, Lil.”
Your blush turns deep red, “Kate!”
“Go on sweet girl, go get your man and get outta here, we’ll help make excuses,” Gemma says with a knowing smile.
You smile through your blush, grabbing their hands, “You think we can slip out?”
“Go, go, go…,” Olivia says with a giggle.
Looking down at your phone you and back his way he’s turned back toward the boys. Sometime during the evening he’s lost his jacket and his shirt is unbuttoned the way he likes it…he’s so sexy. As if he could just instinctively know that you’re looking at him, he turns his head your way. You smile and he smiles back. You mouth, “I love you” to which he turns his body ignoring those around him, licks his lips and crooks his finger come hither and mouths, “I love you more, C’mere.”
You don’t even turn your head back to the group when you say, “Ladies, I think that’s my signal, yeah? It was a great night, but I’m getting out of here.” You bite your lip and put your phone back in your clutch holding his stare and begin the short walk toward him which, thankfully, is in the same direction as the doors that lead out to where Cal’s waiting with the car.
Harry can’t get enough of the way your dress drapes over your breasts and the way it moves when you walk. Your hair is pulled and pinned over to one side with Swarovski crystals, matching dainty stud earrings, simple and stunning. He wonders if he’ll ever be able to tell you enough how much he loves everything about you.
You reach him and he can’t hold back, he places both hands where your jaw and neck meet pulling your face to his. “Ya so fuckin’ beau’iful, Lily an’ I love ya s’much,” he says with a terribly thick accent as he runs his nose along yours. Then, as if no one in the world is there looking on, he places a warm kiss on your lips as you place your hands on his wrists. “Let’s go, love, Cal’s waiting outside.” Stunned, you simply nod and follow him as he threads his fingers with yours and heads toward the doors.
Cal is waiting outside with the car. Theater security opens the door for you both to scoot in. The minute the door closes, Harry hits the screen to close you off from Cal, “Sorry, Cal, just need a minute,” Harry apologizes.
“No apology necessary, Harry. Miss Lily, you look lovely.”
You slide into next to him and he puts his an around you and you snuggle into him.
“Did ya have a good time, Jezebel?” He says, voice deep and accent thick.
“It was so awesome! I met so many anazibg people and everyone from Don’t Worry Darling is so, so nice! Oh! And I met this nice couple and they think I should write a book…”
He’s smiling at your enthusiasm and just staring at you and fuck it, he’s hard as a rock. “Lily, lean over the seat an’ pull up ya dress,” he says, interrupting you.
“Harry! Are you even listening to me?!"
“Oh yeah babe, every word...now lean over the seat, I need ta see ya.”
You twist and rise up on your knees with the silk of your dress draped over your bum facing him.
“Jesus," he mutters adjusting his hard cock through his trousers.
You bite your bottom lip and look over your shoulder as his hands roam over your bum and you gasp as he pushes the silk of your dress up.
“Can’t you wait until we get back to the hotel?”
“Hmmm…have I ever tol’ ya how much it turns ma on when ya talk abou' ya work," he says leaning forward to kiss the dimples at the base of your spine. "Jus' a little taste,” he whispers as he places a kiss to your pussy.
“Harry!”
“Wan’ ma honey, Jezebel,” he says pulling your hips back and licking a stripe up your slit.
Your eyes flutter closed and you grip the seat and then you feel the car come to a stop. “We’re here!” You whisper shout trying to pull away.
He groans and lets go and you twist around to a sitting position just as Cal opens the door with a smirk.
You slip in through the hotel door with him only a step behind you. You immediately reach down to slip off your heeled sandals. “Let me do that,” he says immediately kneeling down to unbuckle the straps and slip the shoes off.
He slides his hand up your leg along the dress’s slit, “tease me all night…” he mumbles as he kisses your thigh. You card your fingers through his hair, and he groans at the action wrapping his hands around your waist and squeezing.
“Mess it up, please…don’ like it all crunchy wi’ all tha shit in it,” he says resting his forehead on your tummy.
“Dying to get my hands on you all night, H,” you say brushing his hair back over and over until its smooth. “Come up here, kiss me, please?,” you whimper as you tug the sides of his head. His stare is intoxicating, his eyes never leave yours as he slides up your body until, at his full height, you have to look up to continue searching his eyes.
He shakes his head like he just can’t believe that you’re his then leans down to open his mouth over yours. He teases the kiss from you, opening his mouth to dart his tongue out along the seams of you lips. “Open fo’ me, baby…don’ tease, no’ tanight…wan’ ya so much, angel.”
You slide your hands up to the open buttons on his shirt and scratch your fingers down his chest. Opening your mouth for him he slips his tongue and you softly whimper. The soft warmth of his lips soon turns into a frantic devour of tongue and teeth as his hand searches for the side zipper of your dress. He’s breathing in and as you breathe out, taking in each other’s air. He pulls in your bottom lip and sucks gently then dips back in for another taste of your mouth.
He makes quick work of ridding you of your dress and your waste no time reaching for the button and zipper of his trousers. He pulls his lips away long enough to rip his shirt off and slip out of his shoes. He takes a minute to help you step out of your dress. Holding your stare, he walks over to the vanity chair and drapes the dress over the back of it.
You pull the pin from your hair and shake it out. You can’t help but shiver at him stalking back to you shirtless with his trousers undone. Once he reaches you his hands go to the hair you just shook out. He gathers it into a pony tail and pulls your head back exposing your neck to his mouth. His lips and teeth work your neck over and you pant out your desire. Your hands slide around to his back and down into his underwear where you squeeze his bum cheeks pulling him against you. His free hand cups your breast and squeezes as he groans and you let out a soft squeal.
Panting with desire, he sighs deeply and rests his forehead against yours, “Fuck, babe, wha’ a day…wha’ a week…’s been balls ta tha wall since we took those days off…haven’t had a mo’ ‘til now. I promise I’ll bring ya back ta Venice someday an’ we’ll take our time.”
“Imma hold you to that, but right now take your trousers off and go lay on the bed, please.”
He slips off the rest of his pants and crawls up the bed to rest on his back, head on the pillow. You turn to grab your clutch and saunter smugly over to stand next to the bed beside him where you open it and unabashedly, pull out the plug and set it on the bedside table. You open the drawer and pull out a small bottle of lube and set it next to the plug. You notice Harry’s throat move as he swallows.
“Not worried about Venice, H, just want you. You’re right, we’ve been so busy…and I’ve missed you so much.”
He runs his hand down your hip, “So fuckin’ sexy. Come ta me, Jezebel.”
You smile and draw your finger to your mouth, “H, I want my mouth on you…I want you in my mouth tonight.” You place a knee on the bed next to his hip and lean down to kiss the bee tattoo on his hip.
His eyes flutter closed and his nostrils flair. He gulps, “Funny, Jezebel, because I jus' wanna get ma mouth on ya,” he says, grabbing your hand and pulling it to his lips.
“Think we're at an empass, H?"
“Oh baby, we jus' need ta get creative,” he says, smiling his most beautiful smile.
You smile. “Eyes on me, baby,” you say breathily as you bend down and kiss his stomach, then licking your way down his skin to his neatly trimmed pubic hair, you open your mouth and take him into your mouth, and you hear his sharp intake of breath.
He leans forward and grabs your waist, pulling you up and over until your facing away from him. His fingers run down your slit. “‘S Soaked an' swollen...pull off baby.”
"Did I do something wrong?"
He sits up to cup your cheek, “Jesus no, jus' wan' ya closer... Don' stop...jus lemme get ma mouth on ya too.." he says pulling your hips in parallel to him. You circle his shaft with what you can't fit in your mouth just as he pushes your thighs apart and places an open mouth kiss on your pussy. You mumble a groan around his cock and he tightens his eyes at the sensation.
You take him as far as you can, hollowing your cheeks, your hand working the part of him that you can’t fit in your mouth.
You feel the scruff of his chin on your mound and you cup his tender sack drawn up tight with arousal.
He pulls you closer hands gripping your hips, lips suctioning onto your clit, the tip of his nose at your dripping hole and you pop off, gasping. He pulls back breathless.
"Y'ok?" He pants out.
"Yeah," you lick your lips, "s'just it feels good. Hard to concentrate. I'II do better," you tell him, taking him back in your mouth.
He slips his ring and middle fingers deep and sets about fluttering on your inner upper walls. "Fuckin' find my spot, angel…,” he says searching with his fingers, “There...there it is... feels swollen fo’ me. Fuck! Damn, Jezebel, do tha’ again!” He mutters as you swirl your tongue on the slit of his cockhead at the same time you swirl your finger on his perineum.
You take him as deep as you can, finger stroking gently on his perineum and groan around him.
"Fuckin’ hell, goddamn, Jezebel! 'M gonna cum..fuckin…..ya gotta cum fo' me! C’mom, baby, wi’ me!" He pants out, fingers moving faster against your spot as his lips suction back to your clit.
You pop off with a slurp and he groans, clearly frustrated.
Your finger circles his hole. Gathering your courage you push your finger in to the first knuckle. “Does that feel good? Baby, d’ya think you could take our plug?"
Head dropping to the pillow with a thud, he pulls in a deep breath, “’S differen’,” he says lowly.
“’Different bad’ or ‘different keep going’?” you ask fluttering your eyes with desire and kissing his thigh.
“Feels bet-tah than I expec’ed…dunno wha’ I expec’ed…so fuckin’ hard baby” he says with a groan.
You smile against the skin of his thigh, “Think it’s gonna feel amazing, honey.” Reaching behind you open your hand, “Gimme the plug and the lube.”
His hand swats your bum, and you groan, bite your bottom lip and rest your cheek on his thigh.
He smiles at your groan and places an open mouth kiss on the place where his handprint has turned your skin a faint pink. “I know how ta lube it,” he mumbles against your soft skin as he holds the plug by the flat side and pushes the small bulb in your weeping hole and swirl it around.
You squint your eyes and turn to your forehead on his thigh. So erotic.
“Jezebel…,” he says taking in the sight.
“Harry…” you say at the same time you push up to place a kitten kiss on the swell of his cock.
He pulls the plug out and places it and the small bottle of lube in your open hand at the base of your spine.
Raising back up on one elbow, you gently lift his goosebump covered sack to give yourself a clear view and better access and you lean down and kiss one of his balls.
The groan he lets out is partially a gasp and grunt “Jesus, baby…”
You run your hand along the inside of one of his thighs and push it out to open him up farther. You flip the bottle lid open and dribble the lube on the bulb that’s already covered in your honey. You want him to be comfortable and you want it to be as easy as possible.
“Ready?” you ask resting your cheek back on his thigh, looking at his hard cock.
He puts both hands on your bum cheeks, leans up to place a gentle kiss to one side, “Yes, baby, I’m ready.”
You place the tip of the bulb against his puckered skin and run it around softly. His cock twitches and his breath catches. You apply pressure to the flat end and start to press it in. His fingers flex on your bum as you apply steady pressure and the bulb begins to get wider and wider.
He whimpers and squeezes his eyes and leans up to press his lips to your bum as he moans at the breach.
“Breathe for me, H. Almost to the widest part, baby, ya ok?”
Squeezing your cheeks a little harder he moans against your bum, “Mmhmm, jus’ do it,” he mumbles.
Applying just a little more pressure the bulb pops in the rest of the way and he coughs out a grunt.
“Uunngaaahhh…!” His cock jumps and his toes curl. “Ohgodohgodohgod…!” He blows out breath after breath after breath holding back. The feel of the bulb against his prostate is the most intense sexual experience he’s ever had.
“You ok?” You ask him.
“Turn ‘round, Jezebel, need ta see ya,” he pants out.
You move carefully and straddle him and settle just under his hard cock.
“C’mere,” he rasps, strong arms pulling you down to lay on top of him, kissing your cheeks. “Feels s’good…Jesus, ‘m surprised…only you, ma Jezebel, only you…”
You smile and press a kiss to his wet lips. “Mine,” you whisper against his lips.
“Make me cum, Jezebel. Please. ‘M s’hard fo’ ya. Need ya on me…please,” he begs you, eyes boring into yours.
You smile and lift your hips, your hand placing his cock at your entrance and then flexing your hips down and taking him in.
You gasp as he fills you and his hands tighten on your hips.
“Jus’ grind on me, baby,” he rasps, hands guiding your hips. “Jus’ like tha’…fuck…can ya cum like this?”
Your hands move to the sides of his neck and you nod.
“Unnggghhh…fuck, it feels s’good…fuck…’m no’ gon’ last…need ya ta cum wi’ me,” he pants out, his brows furrowed.
“I’m close…so close! Mmmmm…ahhhh…Harry!” You cry out as you cum, your orgasm barreling through your body.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He draws his knees up, thrusting into you three more times before his toes curl, his head plows back into the pillow and he lets out a long, low moan, and everything goes white as he cums harder than he ever has in his whole life.
All you can hear is the sound of your own heartbeat and both of your panting breaths. You press your lips to his and his hands grip the sides of your face and he kisses you back, hard.
He slips from you, rolls you over, and you hit the mattress with a thud and you gasp as he attacks your mouth with his once again, sucking your tongue into his mouth.
When he finally pulls back, you look into his eyes. “Was it good? Did you like it?”
He gently pushes your hair behind your ears. “I’ve never cum s’hard in ma life, Jezebel.” He rolls over to his side and runs his hand back through his hair. “I didn’t know it’d feel like tha’.” He puffs out a breath. “Can still feel it…Jesus.”
“Do you want me to take it out?”
“Ya have ta or ‘m takin’ ya again,” he says, smirking.
You snuggle up next to him. “Hmmm…if I wasn’t so tired, I’d leave that in,” you giggle and your hand pulls his leg up and you gasp as you see the ‘HERS’ nestled in his bum. “So sexy,” you whisper as you fingers grab the plug and tug it out.
“Ahhhh! Fuck!”
You throw the plug on the floor…you’ll deal with it later. “C’mere my little freak,” you tell him, placing a kiss on his lips. “I love you.”
“I love ya too…fuck, love ya s’fuckin’ much.”
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