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All Of Me	By : StrawberryWine36 Category: -Movies Misc > Het - Male/Female Views: 2033 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Kingsman movie or the characters.This is a work of fiction and I am making no money from this.

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Harry hurriedly opened the front door and we fell through, kissing madly like nymphomaniac nuns, colliding with the door once again as he attempted to close it without looking. The rain sticking his hair against his glasses, my hands holding his face close to mine as I felt the wall hard against my back.
He looked so fucking sexy, the way he held me close and gave me that look, the desire showing through in a way no fancy spy glasses could disguise. He roughly pushed my hands up over my head, pushing me back against the wall, his soft lips hardly touching yet trailing gentle kisses down the length of my neck making every hair stand on end. I gave a gasp and then a double take as a small cough from behind us broke me from the moment.
“Lancelot!” Harry stepped back, looking surprised but regaining his perfect gentlemanly composure. The girl in the doorway had been watching us for some time. She looked slightly younger than me, her hair drawn back in a neat ponytail and dressed smartly in an immaculate fitting suit. She stood with a bemused look on her face, her arms folded.
  “Good evening Arthur.” She began, looking from one of us to the other. “Merlin has been trying to get in contact with you for hours. He has been quite worried about you.”
“My apologies.” Harry began, removing his glasses which had completely steamed up since the door was closed. “I have been rather busy this evening.”
   “So I see! “ She smiled in my direction. “I take it this is the lovely Shellie.”
“Yes, sorry I should have introduced you both. Shellie, this is another of my colleagues, Lancelot.”
“Or Roxy if we are on unofficial terms.”   She added, shaking my hand   with a friendly smile before turning back to Harry. “It is a matter of urgency according to Merlin but in my opinion, you can wait until morning. You know what he can be like...”
   She patted him on the back with a knowing smile, adding. “We’re all human Harry, have some fun, take a break. I won’t say a word.” With that she pointed her finger to her lips, smiled and headed for the door. I looked at Harry with a completely confused look; he in turn just looked down, glanced at his phone for a moment before looking back at me. “Shellie, could you be a dear and fetch the bottle of champagne from the fridge and wait for me upstairs.”
“Yeah sure.” I huffed past him, a bit miffed that yet again I was probably being discussed yet not allowed to know what the hell was going on. The door clicked behind me, sounded like another private conversation was about to ensue. I plucked a cold bottle from the fridge and two ice Crystal glasses from the dresser as I made my way upstairs.
Alone in Harry’s bedroom, I heard them talking from the room below. I switched off; already this was a world in which I wasn’t involved. If my dearest uncle thought that much of me he would tell me himself, it wasn’t like he was someone I could trust. All this time it had been Harry that had looked after me, Harry who had travelled all the way to Lowther to rescue me, the one who had known where to find me, and why I was there and who had hurt me. The one that actually wanted to spend time with me and get to know me.
By the time Harry arrived in the bedroom I had been pacing up and down anxiously.
“Careful there, you’ll wear a hole in the carpet!”
“Sorry but what just happened there?”
“Trust me; it’s really nothing that you need to worry about.” He soothed “Now where were we?”
“Ummm, somewhere around here...” I pointed a finger, tracing the full length of his lips,
“Are you sure this is what you want?”    He asked softly in my ear.
  I nodded in response and tugged hungrily at his shirt collar, he removed my hand “Then don’t be in so much of a hurry.” He scolded, tapping me lightly on the nose before removing his jacket and hanging it neatly on the back of the door. He noticed my eyebrows raise as he slipped his gun holster from his shoulders and placed it carefully on the side table.
“These are being removed for safety’s sake, despite your bizarre attraction to touching them.”
I pouted and raised an eyebrow. “Don’t make me sound weird Harry, I just have this...”
“Don’t tell me now!” He interrupted. “Believe me there will come a day when you get to hold a gun of your own and it will in no way be erotic in any way shape or form!” He said sternly. I shrugged and folded my arms, that was what he thought!
“You really are a strange girl.”
“So I have been told.” I replied with a smile. “But then I’m not the one with a stuffed family pet in my bathroom!”
   “Don’t tell me you wouldn’t have done the same for Toby?” He said, I stood for a moment and thought over it.
“No Harry, I’m sorry I really wouldn’t have!”
He smiled, handed me a glass of champagne and walked slowly around behind me, lifting my hair to unclip the halter neck of my dress, leaving it to fall in a soft heap at my feet. Walking back around to face me he looked me up and down, looking somewhat impressed at the matching bra, suspenders and lacy ouvert knickers that lay beneath my dress.
“Wow, very impressive!”
A lump caught in my throat, I had a panic moment remembering my visit to ‘agent provocateur’ and how I had lost myself in silk, lace and utter sexiness and at the same moment lost my logical shopping brain. “I have to tell you, I’m really sorry, I may have slightly overspent on the...” He stopped my babbling with a single finger gently on my lips.
“I’m not Rafe!” He said slowly, “and for the record, I don’t recall giving you a spending limit. All you need to know is that you look absolutely beautiful!”
He ever so gently pushed me back so that I was sitting on the edge of the bed. Kneeling between my legs, his fingers smoothed along the sheer fabric of the black stockings until he reached the lace top. Unpopping the catch he rolled each one down, achingly slowly, sensually, kissing down the length of my leg from thigh to toe. Throwing each one aside he looked up at me for a moment, his eyes full of passion. His hands slid up to my thighs, those warm soft kisses continuing up between my legs and along the edge of my panties, I half expected him to pull them away but instead he kissed gently through the French lace, a sensation I had never experienced before, warm yet indirect and so incredibly erotic. A rush of heat flooded between my legs, if I wasn’t wet enough already, that had done the trick. After a while he couldn’t resist but to slide them down all the way to my ankles.
Taking his glass, he tipped it just the right amount to release a slow trickle of champagne between my legs. I gave a squeak as the cold bubbles tingled across my exposed clit, each one bursting and exploding in intensity. Harry’s tongue was soon back in place, a soothing warmth after the sharp coolness from the liquid. He held my thighs tightly as I squirmed beneath him. It didn’t take long for his tongue to work its magic and bring me to a shivering wreck. Taking another mouthful of champagne he continued down to my already soaked pussy, pushing in his tongue and those sharp bubbles bursting with each movement making my pussy quiver with desire. He increased his pace as I felt myself getting closer to the edge; I hooked my feet over his shoulders, holding him exactly where he was, praying he wouldn’t stop now. He read my body in an instant, sucking and licking at my swollen clit until I felt the waves building in the pit of my stomach and shooting down between my legs, losing my breath in gasps and shrieks I came, my body shuddering and shaking and taking on a life of its own. He sat back on the bed and watched me catching my breath, a wry smile on his face.
“What are you looking so pleased about?” I panted.
“Just enjoying watching you enjoying yourself.” He smiled, leaning down to blow coolly and gently over my hot, aching pussy.
  “Oh my god!” I moaned, ripping open his shirt sending buttons popping away in all directions as he kissed me deeply again, I could taste myself on his lips, his tongue exploring my mouth. My hands eager to feel his skin, grabbing at his chest and digging my fingernails into his skin. My lips traced his soft skin, leaning down to kiss and lick at his nipples, my hands grabbing at the soft hair that traced down his chest in just the right amount. Oh god why do you have to be so fucking perfect! I thought, feeling his nipples stiffen between my lips. He seemed to like me nipping and grabbed at my hair, holding me close.
I sat astride him, feeling the bulge in his trousers against my naked sex. Kissing all the way down to his waist, I wanted him so much I could hardly think straight, my hands fumbled like jelly against his belt. Realising I was struggling, he gently unclipped his belt to help me. Mirroring his movements I pushed him back onto the bed and knelt between his legs, he groaned as I rubbed the bulge up and down through his pants, yeah that’s right, I can tease you too! Dipping my head to his waist I gripped the waistband of his underwear with my teeth and dragged them down over his thighs. His already hard cock springing up and tapping my nose. I gripped him softly, stroking up and down. I bent to lick up the pre cum that had already formed at the tip, hearing him gasp at the sudden sensation of my tongue. Taking him deep into my mouth. I gently moved up and down, quickening the pace as I fondled his balls with my hands in between running my fingers round under his bum and back underneath his shaft.   He let out a soft moan and I could tell he was close to losing control.
“Shellie, be careful there...” He warned. I sat back for a moment and took another sip of champagne. He reached out to gently touch my waist, sliding up and over my breast to pinch my nipple hard enough for me to cry out.
  “You were doing that far too well.” He breathed, pulling away, his fingers dipping down between my legs and slipping inside me all too easily.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   “It’s "Ok Shellie.” He whispered in my ear. “Just tell me what you want.”
From somewhere inside my head a dirty bitch voice replied to his question without even having to think about it.
“I want you to fuck me.” Oh dear god, I don’t believe I just said that....I had never been very vocal during sex, had never felt the need or the notion but right now pure filth was spilling out of my desire filled mouth and I had no control. It was true, I wanted him to fuck me, I wanted to feel him deep inside me. I unleashed a monster with those few words, and if that was my last will and testament then so be it.
“You want me to fuck you, are you sure about that?” He pushed his fingers in further,
“Don’t make me beg Harry....” I shook my head, biting my bottom lip.
“My adoring Harry pushed me back on the bed; positioning himself between my legs he teased my pussy with his hard and ready cock. As he eased inside me he pulled my arms high up above my head and pinned them back onto the bed.                                                                                                                           “Oh Shellie, you’re so wet you dirty little minx” I arched my back in response as he slid the head of his cock along my slit before pushing inside me gently. I gasped as he filled me up. He leaned down to suck and bite at my nipples as he made love to me. His impressive cock filled my pussy to bursting and with each time he banged hard against me my clit was vibrating with pleasure. All the while he kissed my neck and whispered into my ear.
“You feel so good; your pussy is so wet.   You tell me what you want baby?” I wasn’t used to this shit, what to say, do I make something up, are these moments for real? I floundered in my response before blurting out what was in my head. Hell yeah, I didn’t have to make anything up!
  “Come in my pussy Harry, I want you to fuck me hard and shoot your come in my pussy and then I want to clean your cock afterwards.”    That did it, he couldn’t hold on any further. With a low moan he came deep inside me, the sensation of it all sent me into overdrive and as he lay back panting I pulled myself down to gently lick and clean up his cock, I ran my hot tongue along his balls, tasting our sensual mingle of flavours. His come was sweet, each moment I tasted it made me clit throb again, oh hell this man had unleashed the inner wanton slut in me, and I couldn’t have been happier.
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