Destined to be Mrs. Michelson

Chapter 2: Sweet Reminiscing

“Hot, right?” Harry asked as he stood directly behind me.

“That’s not typically the word I would use to describe it, but yes, it is.”

“I would argue that it’s not as hot as you, though.”

As soon as those words left his mouth, his lips crashed into mine again.

This time, it was harder. Rougher. More intentional.

He was also quicker and swifter with his hands because it all seemed like a flash when I saw my dress sprawled out on the ground.

As we continued engulfing ourselves in kissing, we slowly made our way to the bedroom, so, in no time, it was now a case where I was standing in front of Harry with just my underwear on.

He was gorgeous.

His body was toned, and his abs were immaculately shaped.

I thought his face was carved out of precious stone.

Boy was I wrong. His entire body was carved from precious stone.

With the way his eyes wandered around my body as he sat on the end, a sudden jolt of discomfort took over me.

I believed I looked funny, hence why his eyes roamed my body.

In my defense, I had always been a little insecure about how my body looked.

Little did I know, however, that this man who acted so strictly with me a few hours earlier would make me melt under his touch.

“Come here,” he motioned for me to come closer to him and, like a dog, I obeyed.

He stood up from his position on the bed and placed his hand on the clasp of my bra.

Looking into my eyes for silent approval, I nodded and in a split second, my bra was on the floor.

From that moment on, everything happened so quickly.

Once my bra was off, he lifted me off onto the bed and wasted no time in taking off my panties.

Before I knew it, his head was buried between my legs doing the best thing anyone has ever done to me with their tongue and fingers.

Thankfully, he let me know on time that the walls were soundproof, so I did not hesitate to let all my screams out.

“Harry. I… I don’t… I don’t think I can take it anymore…”

I stuttered to get those nine words out.

At that moment, it seemed like the toughest thing to do.

“Do you want me to stop?”

He looked up at me from the position in between my legs that he had assumed for the last ten minutes.

“I don’t know,” my words were shaky as I looked down and locked eyes with him.

“Yes?”

He twirled his tongue in a way that made me throw my head back in pleasure.

“Or no?”

He stuck two fingers in me and in the matter of a second, I let myself go.

“That’s what I thought,” I could feel his smirk as he licked off my juices that were now all over the sheets and my thighs.

“Water.”

I was parched from all my screaming.

He didn’t say anything. He just left the room and returned with a bottle of water.

As he stood in front of me stretching out the bottle, I was face to face with his third leg and it was HUGE.

All the torture he had inflicted on me in the past 15 minutes was from his fingers and lips, so I could only imagine how much more he could do when he put his thing inside me.

“Weren’t you told that it’s not good to stare?” Harry joked, opening up my bottle and placing it in my hand.

“Sorry,” I muttered and took a large gulp.

“I’m going to get us a drink.”

He left yet again and in what felt like three minutes, he was gone, my eyes roamed the room I was in.

It felt… empty.

There were a few things that lie around here and there which easily indicated that he stayed here occasionally, but nothing significant to imply that he was here often.

“You looking for something?” Harry asked, startling me.

My eyes followed to where his voice came from.

He was leaning against the door frame.

“Nothing,” I shook my head.

“Mhm.”

There was skepticism laced in his response, but thankfully, he didn’t push it.

“Here you go,” he handed me my drink.

For the next couple of minutes, we drank again and found ourselves bantering over different topics again, just like we did at the bar.

This time, though, he was in more control, because as soon as I made a statement that he heavily disagreed with, he just grabbed the bottle we had both been drinking out of my hand and lay me down on my back.

“Say it again,” he dared as he hovered over me.

His hovering over me wasn’t what made me quiver at that moment. It was how his fingers danced dangerously around my c**t.

“I’m not scared of you,” I challenged him.

Deep down, I knew it would make him want to be extra rough with me if I challenged him, so I did.

“Is that so?” he dipped a finger into my very wet p***y.

“f**k,” I couldn’t help but moan out.

“That’s what I thought.”

I couldn’t take his teasing anymore, so I took control.

I flipped us over, so I was on top this time and, without thinking twice or stopping to get him to put on a condom, I sat on his d**k and rode him as if my life depended on it.

For the next two hours and in three positions, we f****d. Hard.

Every part of him that he could use to torture me sexually, Harry made sure to use them to their full extent.

His tongue. His fingers. His lips. His d**k.

He knew exactly how to handle me and as much as I hated to admit it, it was the best s*x I had ever had.

“We’re here, ma’am.”

My Uber driver’s words snapped me back to instant reality.

“Oh,” I looked out the window and, indeed, we were in front of my parents’ house.

“Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome.”

I stepped out of the car and walked into the house, trying to shake off any thoughts I had of Harry because what happened last night ought to never happen again.

Considering how vastly different our social classes are and how different we are individually, no one would ever have thought such a thing would even happen between Harry and me, yet, it did.

So, let me explain how it all started…