Masturbation Monday No. 164 — Memory

Harry stood outside of her door, and Sabrina pressed herself to it.

She knew why he was there, he saw Ben was over a few nights ago. She saw him going up the stairs when Ben was leaving her place, and she had not had Ben over since…

…since they had started what they started.

The door felt cool against her cheek, and she stared up at him.

His muteness was almost endearing, so she did not say anything. She looked at him, and waited for him to say something.

He didn’t.

He looked at her for a long while, before he moved his face almost parallel with hers. Before she could move her lips to say anything to him, he pressed his lips to hers.

She kissed him with wide open eyes, she loved the feel of his lips but wondered what was the meaning behind him being there.

In terms of their situation.

Sabrina looked at him when he pulled away, and studied him.

“Why…” she started.

He stared at her like she had broken a spell.

“Why what?”

The timbre of his voice went through her.

“Why are you here?”

Harry regarded her for a while.

“I want you to remember…”

He pressed her to the door, and kissed her again. This time she closed her eyes, and wrapped her arms about his neck. He pulled her close to him on a tilt, and pressed the length of her body against his. Sabrina ached at the feel of his body. He felt so good, made her want him. His hardness even through his pants made her so wet, she was ashamed. If he tried to get inside of her, he would have slipped right in and she would wrap her legs about him.

“I have not forgotten…” she breathed, as she held him. The crispness of his shirt felt delicious under her palms.

“Do you want it?”

Sabrina murmured her consent, as he closed the door behind them.

Her legs wrapped tight about him, Sabrina moaned as he worked her. She was so wet, that he did slip right in—and out—but back in again. He chewed on her ear, and tears of pleasure filled her eyes. Ben was good, but being with Harry was like nothing she had ever known. Because she was not in love with him, she had no inhibitions with him.

“Harry,” she cried out, chewing on his shoulder. Tears hit her cheek as she came.

Her memory was full…

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