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As I finished putting my earrings in and pulled back from the mirror. My outfit was complete though it was going to be completely wasted in a dark arena. That and the attention was never going to be on me. No, tonight every single eye in the house was going to be on my boyfriend Harry. I mean it was expected, he was a showman and his show an incredible spectacle. He deserved all the attention.
I smoothed out my skirt and exited the bathroom I was in which led to his dressing room. Madison Square Garden had many a room for its talent but this was by far one of the nicest. It had its own bar, a couple of couches, a tv and a full wall for Harry’s outfits and a vanity station. And though it was normally jam-packed with Harry’s vast entourage now when I looked out it was deserted except for a familiar mop of brown hair. Harry was sitting on the couch, facing away from me, scrolling through his phone. He turned around at the sound of the door opening and stood immediately when he saw me.
‘Hey,’ he said coming towards me, ‘you look gorgeous.’
‘Thank you, you look good yourself. I like this one,’ I giggled as he wrapped his arms around me and pressed a small chaste kiss to my lips.
‘Yeah?’ he said with a smirk. It was true that he looked good today even if it was more of an understated look than his others. Just a pair of jeans and a denim waistcoat which showed off his tanned chest underneath. I ran my hand down it. He smirked at me and then leaned in a gave me another kiss. Yet this one wasn’t like the other. It wasn’t chaste, it wasn’t tender, in fact it was full of lust.
He pulled me towards him so our bodies were touching as he walked me backwards, pushing me down onto the couch. Our lips left one another for a moment before he was back, hovering above me, his knee between my legs and one hand on the back of the sofa the other skirting down my neck and then down to my chest which he cupped gently through the black cropped vest I was wearing, his eyes widening a little as he realised I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath.
His tongue probed mine for a moment before he moved on, his lips kissing down my jaw and onto my neck which he kissed and sucked at making a shiver run down my spine. One of my hands stroked his face softly whilst the other knotted in his hair, tugging gently every time it ran over the same sensitive spot making him chuckle and me moan.
‘Harry,’ I said breathily receiving a throat hum in response, ‘we have to stop.’
‘Why?’ he said. His hand was underneath my shirt now, his thumb swiping over my nipple.
‘Maybe because you’ve got a show in like five minutes,’ I said the last word coming out strangled as he pinched it hard.
‘And?’ he asked. His kisses were heading down my neck and chest which was now exposed as he had pushed the crop top over the top of my breasts so it was now bunched up near my chin. He took my nipple in his mouth and nipped it a little with his teeth sending a jolt down between my legs.
‘Harry,’ I groaned but there was little fight in it. I knew there was no stopping him.
His hand traced gently up my thigh leaving every piece of skin he touched on fire. Eventually, his hand cupped my mound gently, his fingers teasing up and down my damp underwear. I heard him chuckle at just how wet I was already. Then he was gone. He removed himself from the couch and got down on his knees at the side of it, grabbing my ankles and swivelling me around so I was sitting back against the couch as he whipped off my underwear and then threw both of my legs over each of his shoulders. Then he wrapped both of his arms around my thighs and pulled me to the edge of the couch. His face was now mere inches from my exposed sex and I could feel his warm breath against it.
But he didn’t touch me right away. Instead, he kissed down one thigh and then the other before laying a kiss between my legs. Then, ever so gently, he swirled his tongue around my clit. My head fell back against the couch as he started probing his tongue all around it his fingers teasing my hole. As one hand held me in place, he lapped at me driving me crazy. He placed one finger at my hole and gently pushed in curling it as he reached the second knuckle. Then he pulled out and replaced it with another.
‘Fuck Haz,’ I said scooting my hips to match his thrusting inside me. I could feel him smile against me but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he kept working in perfect rhythm until all of a sudden I was trembling around him, a strangled moan escaping my lips. My hand flew to my mouth trying to keep me quiet as he continued to fuck me through it. As I came down from that high my hand went to his hair, running my fingers through it gently.
‘Harry,’ I said weakly watching as he pulled back to look at me with a smile, his head resting against my thigh. As he did there was a knock on the door which replaced my contentment with panic but he didn’t even flinch.
‘Not be long,’ he shouted, ‘2 minutes.’
Whoever was at the door seemed to have heard him and didn’t enter but after a quick kiss on my thigh, he pulled away, his hand searching for my underwear on the floor. He grabbed them and then slid them onto me foot by foot. Then he helped me stand up so I could pull them up fully, though my legs were still like jelly, all while I watched him adoringly. He still looked good though he was visibly dishevelled. His hair was pushed in all directions and his lips were swollen, a glint of dampness on his chin which made me blush though he didn’t even seem to care. Instead, he grasped me by the face and kissed me making me taste myself on his tongue. When he pulled back his eyes were hooded and his pupils were still blown with lust.
‘Come on,’ he said smacking me on the arse and forcing me to walk towards the door, ‘I’ve got a show to do.’