AUTHOR'S NOTE:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HAROLD. ILYSM and also all my beautiful readers. xo

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"I hear you call my name

and it feels like . . . home."

-MADONNA

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HARRY:

Taking my arm, she uses it to propel the table closer to me while she's still in a sitting position. She leans forward, grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my face to hers. "You're lucky you're so fucking cute, Styles." Her lips and tongue dominate the kiss and I let her. I let her pull my hair this way and that, the most aggressive she's been with me yet - and I fucking love it. But all too soon she's had her fill, and pushes me back into my pillow. "Ready to get this show on the road?" She winks, lies back on the table, and I'm face to face with a small triangle of black panties.

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SHERRY

What on earth was I thinking letting him win that Scrabble game? I thought he was going to ask for a blowjob, but nooooo. Now I'm laid out on this rolling contraption like some kind of pussy buffet.

Here's the real thing that's bugging me: I've never been able to get off during oral sex before. Hell, I know I'm insecure about my body - I mean, who isn't? Maybe I'm ruined from always masturbating in the same position. Maybe the couple of guys that tried just weren't very good at it. Regardless of my internal bullshit, Harry's motivation and excitement is fucking adorable. His willingness, coupled with the unsurpassed dexterity of his long, skilled fingers - maybe today is our lucky day? My heart aches to deliver for him.

Harry exhales with a slight whistle, placing his hands gently on my knees, and the realization that he's probably more nervous than I am soothes my troubled spirit. The table position provides an excellent vantage point, his squinched concentration face framed perfectly between my thighs. I have to laugh, and when I do, his eyes dart to meet mine.

"What's funny?" He smiles. God, he's sexy. Have I told him that? I need to. "Besides these crazy socks?" Harry lazily slides one of my socks halfway down, trailing his fingertips along the back of my calf, pressing a kiss to the inside of my knee.

"Hey, my grandma made these socks," I defend, watching his left hand slide over my stomach while his mouth works softly on the inside of my knee.

"They suit you." Harry grins against the skin of my calf.

His kisses are feather-light on the inside of my thigh while his left hand drifts across my stomach, unhurried. Just as I relax, his right hand graces the inside of my thigh, his fingertips lift the edging of my panties and slide beneath them to linger in the softness of my pubic regrowth. He dallies among the fleshiness there, making no movement toward my center. An anticipatory sigh falls from my lips as I yearn for his fingers to be deep within my wetness.

My sigh doesn't go undetected, Harry's eyes flick up to mine and I can see the mischievous yellow sparks in his green. When he raises his eyebrows, I realize he has every intention of making me work for it.

"Harry," I speak, shifting the slightest bit.

He murmurs against my knee, "Mhmmm?"

Fuck it. "Touch me."

"I am touching you, baby." His teeth nip at my thigh, and he follows with a long sweep of his tongue. Tease.

I whimper, again shifting my pelvis toward his fingers.

In a move of surprising skill, he seizes the crotch of my panties in a two-finger hook and pulls them to the side, taking an unashamed, lingering look at my vagina. My heart pounds at an audible level and my stomach swoops as if the swingset is about to tip over.

Harry blinks in slow motion, bites his bottom lip, and there's a gleam in his eye before I throw my hands over my face and hide.

"Aww, baby," he chuckles, allowing his fingers to graze down the length of my wetness at an almost imperceptible pressure before pulling them away.

Lifting my hand from my face just enough so I can peek at Harry, he catches my eye, making a show of sniffing his fingertips, placing them between his full lips, and drawing them back out again at a languid pace. God, I hate him.

"It appears to me," he begins, "that you've got a little flooding going on in your basement." He winks.

"Harry Styles," I rise up on my elbows. "I swear to God -," my attempt to chastise him is punctuated with pathetic giggles.

"Now, now," Harry chides, closing my knees and placing his hands on my hips. "Let's get rid of these panties so I can have a better view, yeah?"

I am all too ready to raise my hips from the table and allow him to slip off my panties. Once they're gone, he pushes my knees back apart. He slides his hands up the inside of my thighs until they meet in the center, pointer fingers touching above, thumbs touching below - his hands creating a picture frame around my pussy.

At long last, he slides two fingers in to the knuckle, and I'm elated. He pulls them almost all the way out and slides them again as deep as he can into my wetness. I am so needy that I'm already grinding up against his palm.

"So wet for me, baby, yeah?" He finger fucks me with skill, pushing upward just enough to brush against my sacred spot. "God, your pussy is so slick, baby." His voice is low and turns me on just as much as his hand does. He strokes my g-spot once, twice more as I squirm on the table, then he withdraws his fingers.

I whine at the loss, my eyes opening to see him licking his fingers once more, his eyes closed. When Harry's eyes flutter open to meet mine, he smirks. "Mhmm. I knew it when I saw you walk in sipping that mango smoothie that you were going to taste fucking delicious."

With that, he pulls the cart forward, gently pulls the folds of my pussy apart with his fingers, and buries his face between them. His tongue swirls around my opening, then he plunges it in so deep that his nose tickles my clit. God, I think I love him.

My eyes roll back in my head as my hands reach blindly for his hair, tugging and pulling at it, like I want to rub my pussy all over his face. He mumbles against me, "You like that baby?" He moves his face upward slightly to focus on my clit, his tongue swiping against me flatly, then pointedly at an amazing rate of speed. I call his name again and again, so close to the brink it hurts.

Continuing to focus the efforts of his tongue on my clit, Harry slips two fingers back into me, curving them up to tap-tap-tap my sacred spot. My thighs clench around Harry's head as my vagina tightens around his talented fingers. His left hand that's been on my ass glides up my side in a sexy tickle until he reaches my breast, and the pinch of my nipple is the added sensation that throws me into orgasm.

His name falls from my lips in pants and he continues his efforts at an enthusiastic rate until the contractions in my pussy slow and my body is limp and sated. Even then, he doesn't fully stop, but continues to lick my slick surface clean with a flat tongue and a chuckle.

I smile, somehow mustering the energy to lift my head and look at him. He grins, licks his lips, and then pulls his forearm across his face to wipe it clean of my juices. He is so sexy. And cute. And fucking wonderful.

The need to cuddle him overwhelms me, and I scramble off the cart with some assistance from Harry. Soon enough, I tuck into his side and his lips are on mine.