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Behind the Reel - part 3
YN enters Harry’s dressing room.
The air is thick with anticipation as they stand face to face, their eyes locked together in a moment of intense connection.
In this dimly lit space, every detail about one another seems amplified - the sound of their breathing, the smell of their skin, and the heat radiating from their bodies.
“Are you sure?” Harry asks quietly, his hands resting lightly on your waist.
You can feel the tension in him as he seeks reassurance, wanting to make certain that this is something you both truly desire.
You nod, looking deep into his eyes and silently communicating your eagerness to proceed.
The hunger in his gaze mirrors your own, and it’s clear that the unspoken attraction between you has reached a boiling point.
Harry leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours as he whispers, “I want you so much.” His words send a shiver down your spine, igniting an overwhelming desire within you to be touched and possessed by him.
As if reading your thoughts, Harry’s hands begin to explore your body with growing urgency.
He unbuttons your blouse, revealing the delicate lace of your bra beneath.
His fingers dance along the exposed skin, sending shivers through your entire being as you surrender yourself to his touch.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs against your neck, punctuating each word with a soft kiss that sends waves of pleasure coursing through your veins.
You moan in response, reveling in the sensation of his lips on your skin and the warmth of his hands as they continue to roam lower and lower.
Harry’s fingers tease at the button of your jeans, causing you to tremble with anticipation.
He slowly pulls down the zipper, revealing the silky fabric of your panties beneath.
His eyes widen in desire as he takes a moment to drink in the sight before him, and then, without a word, he slips his hand inside, brushing against the wetness that has gathered there.
“Oh, Harry,” you gasp as his fingers tease your sensitive folds.
Your body arches involuntarily towards his touch, seeking more of the pleasure he is so skilfully providing.
His lips follow the path of his hands, kissing and nibbling along your neckline before moving lower to taste the skin just above your breasts.
The feeling of his mouth on you is electric, causing every nerve ending in your body to come alive with sensation.
As he continues to explore your body, your moans grow louder and more urgent - a clear indication of how badly you need him right now.
Harry’s tongue circles around one hardened nipple before moving on to its twin, alternating between them as his fingers dance over your clit, eliciting shudders of pleasure with each touch.
You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, desperate for release but wanting to savor every moment of this exquisite torture.
“Harry,” you moan, your body arched against his as you beg him for more.
His eyes meet yours, and in that instant, you know that he feels the same unyielding desire that consumes you.
His own need is written clearly on his face - a testament to the undeniable connection you share.
“I need you, YN,” Harry says, his voice strained with emotion as he struggles to hold back the tidal wave of desire threatening to overwhelm him.
“And I need you, Harry,” you reply, your body aching for his touch in ways you never thought possible.
As if on cue, Harry’s hands move lower, slipping beneath the elastic waistband of your panties and delving into your wetness.
His fingers slide effortlessly through your slick folds, finding your clit with unerring precision.
You cry out in ecstasy as he begins to rub circles around it, building up a steady rhythm that sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body.
“Fuck me, Harry,” you moan, unable to hold back any longer.
“I want to feel you inside me.” Your words seem to unleash something within him, as he quickly sheds his own clothing and positions himself between your legs, his hardness pressing against your entrance.
Under Harry’s touch, you unravel, your body responding to his every move.
His name is a moan on your lips as he expertly guides you towards pleasure, each caress and kiss igniting a fire within you that burns hotter with every passing second.
Your breath quickens as his fingers dance along your sensitive folds, teasing and probing with a steady rhythm that has you begging for more.
“Fuck me, Harry,” you moan, unable to hold back any longer, your need for him consuming you entirely.
“I want to feel you inside me.” Your words seem to unleash something within him as he quickly sheds his own clothing and positions himself between your legs, the head of his cock resting at your entrance.
He leans in close, his lips brushing against yours as he whispers, “I’ve been waiting for this moment.” His words send a shiver down your spine and ignite an overwhelming desire within you to be touched and possessed by him.
Without further ado, Harry thrusts his hips forward, driving himself deep inside of you.
Your bodies connect with an intensity that takes your breath away as you savor the sensation of being filled by him at last.
He sets a fast, brutal pace from the start, slamming into you with unrestrained passion and animalistic desire.
His movements are strong, powerful, and unyielding, as if he’s been holding back this need for far too long.
“Harder!” you cry out, craving even more of his rough touch.
“I want it harder, Harry.” Your words only seem to fuel him further, his hips pounding against yours with an urgency that leaves no doubt as to the strength of his lust for you.
As he continues to fuck you with unrelenting ferocity, your own desire reaches a fever pitch.
Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, building towards an inevitable release.
“You feel so good,” Harry growls, his breath hot against your skin as his fingers dig into your hips, pulling you closer to him with every driving thrust.
“I’m going to make you come so hard.”
His words are like gasoline on the fire burning within you, pushing you ever closer to the edge of ecstasy.
Your body trembles underneath his as he relentlessly pounds into you, his cock hitting all the right spots with each powerful thrust.
“Yes, Harry,” you moan, your voice hoarse with desire.
“Make me come.” The sound of your words only seems to spur him on further, his movements growing even more frantic and urgent as he strives to bring you to climax.
And then suddenly, the dam breaks.
Your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, your body convulsing under his as pleasure explodes deep within you.
You cry out in ecstasy, your voice mingling with Harry’s own primal grunts as he follows closely behind, his body shuddering with the force of his release.
Post-coital, you lie in Harry’s arms, your bodies entwined and slick with sweat.
The remnants of your passion still linger on both of you, a sweet, heady mix that only serves to intensify the connection between you.
You share soft kisses and whispers of affection, promising more nights like this as your hearts continue to beat in unison.
As the afterglow fades and the reality of what has transpired begins to set in, a sense of contentment and satisfaction washes over you both.
The promise of a continued relationship is evident in every lingering touch and shared glance, solidifying the bond that has been forged in passion and desire.
“I’m glad we did this, YN,” Harry whispers, his fingers tracing patterns on your bare skin.
“Me too, Harry,” you reply, your heart filled with warmth as you bask in the glow of a newfound intimacy that promises to change both your lives forever.