In one swift motion, Harry throws you onto the bed, the bedding a pillow of clouds which molds against your every curve. Harry's shadow stands over you, as your eyes connect with his. You smirk at him, wondering what he will do next. 

His fingers grasp the hem of his shirt before he rips it off his body and throws it carelessly onto the floor. The street light seeping through the blinds reflects off Harry's skin and accentuates his muscles. He takes a hold of your feet and pulls you closer to the edge of the bed, your arms resting above your head. 

You hold you breath as Harry runs a finger up and down the inside of your leg. "Harry," you groan as he begins playing with the button on your jeans. "Lock the door."

Turning around slowly, he walks to the door and turns the lock. 

When he turns back around, he is surprised to see you stripped of everything except your lingerie, and standing right in front of him. "I'm in control tonight," you establish, as you begin unzipping his jeans which causes his breath hitch. You look up at him to see him staring at you with desire. You pull his jeans all the way down his legs, and gently lift each foot as Harry steps out of his jeans. On the way back up, you stop just below his waist, staring at the bulge in his underwear. Your heart beats fast as your fingers find the waist band and tug slowly. Harry's breathing becomes rapid. 

"Stop teasing," Harry mutters, before pulling you up and connecting your lips. You tug at his bottom lip before turning him around so his back faces the bed. 

Before he realizes what is going on, you push him onto the bed and get on top of his body. Your legs straddle his hips. You can feel his growing member pulsate against your center, the only thing between the two being thin fabric. 

With your hands resting on his tattoo-filled chest, you slowly roll your hips into his. The pressure between your legs intensifies as his underwear gets tighter and tighter. He places his hands on your butt and spreads his fingers, squeezing gently as you try and close the nonexistent gap between the two of you. 

Harry hooks his fingers on the center of your thong and rips it in two with a grunt. You run your hands up his hot skin, exploring the muscles of his chest and stomach. You run your fingernails gently across his body as one of his fingers presses into the lips of your center. 

"Fuck, you're so wet for me," He reveals with a grin on his face. You take his roaming hand and let it fall onto the bed. You look into his eyes and challenge him as you drive your pelvis into his, almost sending him to the edge as he moans. You finally begin removing his underwear, revealing his hard member. He watches your every move as you fling his clothing to the other side of the room. 

You climb to the top of his body and linger just above his lips. He slightly lifts his head, and connects them. Your tongues explore each other's mouths before you break the kiss and sit on top of him again. You slide the condom on him slowly, and smile at him. 

"Ready?" You ask trying to catch your breath. 

"Yep." He whispers as you slowly come down on him and his member is inserted into your core. You moan with pleasure as you finally get what you had been desiring: him filling you. 

"Fuck," Harry winces as you slowly lift him almost completely out of you and then quickly slam him back in. Your head falls back as his hands cup your breasts. 

You and Harry find the perfect rhythm, filling you up completely, and thrusting his hips up towards you. Harry takes your hands and places them on your own breasts as he grabs onto your hips and slams himself into you harder and faster. With Harry's eyes on you, you begin pleasuring yourself as you squeeze your breasts and twist at your nipples. 

You both moan in pleasure as the force between your legs becomes overbearing. Harry continues to slip in and out of you as you come undone for the first time. You moan in pleasure, your hands running through your hair.

"Fuck Harry," you pant, trying to recover from your orgasm as the pressure begins to build again as Harry drives himself into you harder; his grip is on your hips so tight it almost hurts. 

In a sudden motion, Harry pulls himself out of you, leaving you void and confused. You look at him for guidance, before he flips himself on top of you, switching places. Your second heart pounds against your center with need Harry picks you up and flips you over once again, inserting himself into you from behind. 

You scream out in pleasure as he slams into you. He grabs your breasts and clutches them in his hands. His movements become faster and sloppier as his member begins to twitch inside of you. He slams into you once more as you both come undone together, moaning with satisfaction. 

Harry pulls himself out of you as you both fall onto the bed. 

"That was amazing," Harry notes, short of breath. Your chests fall up and down together as you both stare towards the ceiling. The music of the party shakes through the walls and brings you back to reality. Harry pulls you closer to him and wraps his arm around you. Your head rests on his chest and you can hear his heart beating rapidly. 

"It was," you break the silence, tracing his butterfly tattoo with your delicate touch. 

"I should let you be in control more often," he says. You can hear the smile in his voice. 

"Well I prefer an equal amount of control," you state, thinking of him pounding into you from the back just a few moments ago. 

"Sounds like a deal to me," he replies, kissing you quickly on the forehead before peeling his sweaty body from yours. 

You watch Harry as he begins to dress himself, his muscles contracting as he pulls his pants up to his waist and tugs his shirt back on. You get out of bed and collect your clothes, putting them back on. 

"Guess we can throw these out," you say, holding up your thong which is split in two. 

Harry laughs, motioning you to give them to him. You throw the pieces of fabric across the room to his chest. He dangles them in the air. "I'll keep it as a memory," he wiggles his eyebrows jokingly. 

"Get out of here, Harry," you laugh. You unlock the door and the two of you walk back out to the party with Harry's hand resting on your lower back and your torn panties hanging out of his pocket.