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134. Hollogram Testing 48hours


"So you will be in this room for the whole 48hours with new and exciting projects which you will attend to or," Callum leads me into a room with a huge one way glass around the room, as he signals a death sign, making the dramatic gurgle of mockings.

"The minute I leave, Harry will be here as you requested and he will do exactly as you want in your mind. DO NOT mind us, do as you would." He orders, facial expression suddenly stern as he begins for the door and a huge gulp of wordiness clogs my throat.

"See you in forty eight hours, babe!"

All Callum left behind was a loud slam and the never ending death threat as there was a buzz at the other end of the room and a wired hologram appeared out of no where. Callum was right- it was Harry and he looked so realistic it could easily be mistaken for the real Harry.


"Kelsey?" He gasped as he ran towards me, suddenly picking me up and hugging me lovingly. The Hologram was as realistic as fuck! Everything about it was human but it still wasn't Harry.

"Help me, i'm scared. I want to go home, please!" I begged into his shoulder as he kisses pecked my neck lightly,

"Shh, baby, it's only 48hours. Okay and your with me, just me."

There was a silence as I laid a lengthy, heated kiss to his lips, the energy bursting through me.

"I breathe you," Harry whispered once I had calmed down.
"You’re everything. You’re the air." He teased my breasts with his fingers and planted gentle kisses down my neck, feathering up and down while I urged him on with confident fingers.

I pushed him to recline on his back and straddled my hips. He kissed between my breasts and took one of my nipples in his mouth as his hand glided across the surface of my skin, moving down to test me.

Harry released my breast in order to shake his head. "You sure?."

‘But I want you.’

‘I want you too. But I want to set your body on fire first.’

My desire was countered by Harry's commitment to see that each of our sexual encounters was pleasurable for both of us. Easily I could tell He’d rather delay entrance and satisfaction until I became mad with want, rather than speed along before my body was sufficiently aroused.

When we finally came together, I looked down into open brown eyes, our noses only a whisper apart. I moved atop Harry painstakingly slowly, my eyes closing as I focused on the pleasurable sensation, before opening again. Dark brown, heavy with emotion, gazed up unblinking into wide chestnut. Every movement, every yearning was reflected between the his eyes.

"I love you." Harry nuzzled me with his nose as I gradually increased my pace.

"I love you t-" My last word was interrupted by a low moan.

I reached down to catch his mouth as my movements sped. our tongues explored one another, groans and confessions interrupting our connection. He touched my ribs and smoothed over my waist. Gracefully, He slipped his hands under the curve of my bottom so he could lift me slightly, increasing his leverage.

I had became addicted to this, to him. I adored the way he looked at me in this intimate moments and the way in which the world fell out of focus around us. I longed to feel him loving me, moving inside me, for he always made m feel beautiful. I would have said that any orgasm was an extra gift in addition to the way I felt when we are conjoined.

His neck kisses came flooding up to my lips with a cheeky grin and the next thing led to the next until we were in a full on make out session, ignoring the watchers.

“Take this off,’ I begged between kisses.

"I want to see you…to feel you against me." I reached for the hem and pushed it higher. Harry stopped and watched with passion-filled eyes; Beautiful and luminous, full of love and longing…I revealed that this perfect, amazing man could want me so much.

He raised his arms, pulling it over his head and flinging it aside. I stared at him in awe, he was sculpted and so beautiful to me. I felt his solid muscles working each time he’d held me, and finally, I could look upon him undaunted.

He swallowed, as his eyes fell to my mouth. His fingers began working on the buttons of my blouse, slowly exposing the black lace and creamy flesh as his lips left a hot path from my jaw down my neck to my collarbone.

"I love you so fucking much," he breathed as he bent and ran a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses to the curve of my shoulder. His fingers were soft, brushing over my skin and giving goose bumps as he pushed the blouse down my arms. "Dear God, babe. You’re gorgeous. I missed touching you like this."

His fingers ghosted over the top swells of my breasts visible above the delicate edge of my bra. I closed my eyes and offered up my mouth, silently begging to end my torture, and my hand reached out to find the waistband of his pants. They were tied shut and I frantically worked the knot…he was still, except for his mouth running along my cheekbone and then back toward my mouth.

"I missed my mouth on yours, missed my hands on your body…missed being deep inside you." He was making love to me with his words even though he was barely touching me, and my body came alive. Every inch of skin burned for his touch, my lower body hot and pulsing, my breathing was shallow and rapid. His hands tangled in my hair, gently tugging my face closer to his.

“I am just the same Kelsey. I love you and I need you. Touch me. Please." He rubs his nose against mine, and his quiet heartfelt plea moves me and I melt.

Touch him. Touch him while I make love with a hologram of my husband. Oh my.

He rears up over me, gazing down, and in the half-light from the dimmed bedside light, I can tell that he’s waiting for my decision, and he’s caught in my spell.

I reach up and tentatively place my hand on the soft patch of hair over his sternum. He gasps and scrunches his eyes closed as if in pain, but I don’t take my hand away this time. I move it up to his shoulders, feeling the tremor run through him. He groans, and I pull him down to me and place both my hands on his back, where I’ve never touched him before, on his shoulders blades, holding him to me. His strangled moan arouses me like nothing else.

He buries his head in my neck, kissing and sucking and biting me, before trailing his nose up my chin and kissing me, his tongue possessing my mouth, his hands moving over my body once more. His lips move down…down…down to my breasts, worshipping as they go, and my hands stay on his shoulders and his back, enjoying the flex and ripple of his finely honed muscles, his skin still damp from this nightmare. His lips close over my nipple, pulling and tugging, so that it rises to greet his glorious skilled mouth.

I groan and run my fingernails across his back. And he gasps, a strangled moan.

"Oh fuck, Kelsey" he chokes and it’s half a cry, half groan. It tears at my heart, but also deep inside me, tightening all the muscles below my waist. Oh, what I can do to him! I’m panting now, matching his tortured breaths with my own.

His hand travels south, over my belly, down to my sex – and his fingers are on me, then in me. I groan as he moves his fingers around inside me, in that way, and I push my pelvis up to welcome his touch.

He rolled his tongue in my mouth, peeling my shirt off with cautious movements. I was similarly tentative in undressing him. We approached each other as if each of us were breakable. The bond between us was fragile just then, both of us apprehensive about the future and the wounds we could inflict with all of our jagged edges.

His lips wrapped around my nipple, his cheeks hollowing slowly, his seduction subdued. The tender suckling felt so good I gasped and arched into his hand. He caressed my side from breast to hip and back again, over and over, gentling me as my heart raced wildly.

He kissed across my chest to the other breast, murmuring words of apology and need in a voice broken by regret and misery. His tongue lapped at the hardened point, worrying it, before surrounding it with wet heat and suction.

"Harry." The delicate pulls expertly coaxed desire through my skittish mind. My body was already lost in him, greedily seeking the pleasure and beauty of his.

"Don’t be afraid of me," he whispered. "Don’t pull away."

He kissed my navel and then moved lower, his hair caressing my stomach as he settled between my legs. He held me open with shaking hands and nuzzled my clit. His light, teasing licks through my cleft and the fluttering dips into my trembling sex took me to the edge of insanity.

My back bowed. Hoarse pleas left my lips. Tension spread through my body, tightening everything until I felt like I might snap under the pressure. And then he pushed me into orgasm with the softest nudge of the tip of his tongue.

I cried out, heated relief pulsing through me writhing body.

"I can’t let you go, Kelsey" Harry levered over me as I vibrated with pleasure. "I can’t!"

"I’ll give you anything. My body, my soul, take them. Take everything."

I stared at Him as he pushed inside of me a little deeper, nudging slowly, slowly…

my eyes widened, and I inhaled roughly as he entered me.

Harry immediately froze, steadying me with a hand to my hip, ensuring that neither of us moved.

"I’m sorry, sweetheart," he crooned. He moved his hand to my face and began stroking me. "That’s the worst of it, I promise. Are you all right?" He scanned my face eagerly for any signs of tears.

But there weren’t any. It wasn’t as painful as I thought it might be. It wasn’t completely comfortable either, but the sensation of having him inside me, the emotions I saw on his face, in his eyes, distracted me from the twinges inside…it was almost too much.

I wanted more. More of him. More of this…I wanted to see him come apart above me again and know that we had done this together. I wanted to find our own beautiful rhythm again and listen to The music which now swirled and rose about us a tempting pace I was eager to match. He smiled, and I felt his smile travel all the way to my heart, allaying my worries. Without breaking eye contact, he began to move in and out maddeningly slowly.

I blinked rapidly at the feel of Harry inside me. My hands slid down the tensing muscles in his back to his behind, smoothing over his curves and feeling his rhythmic thrusting beneath my touch. He balanced himself on one elbow, tracing sensual patterns up and down my ribs and over my shoulder.

"You're magnificent: your long, dark hair spread out across the white pillow, you brown eyes full and deep, locked on me, and her mouth, red and open" Harry moaned, as I began to groan with every thrust.

Harry moved a hand to splay his long fingers across my ass, guiding and moving me, but following a gentle pace. I watched his eyebrows come together and his teeth clamp down on his lower lip. They were moving, moving, not fast but with determination, the synchronized connection of us two lovers who would not look away.

I saw so many emotions in his eyes: love, concern, passion, adoration, erotic desire…He looked at me as if I was the only woman on earth, as if there was nothing else in their private universe but the two of them and the sensual music that floated in the air as Harry made love to me, punctuated as it was by the noises escaping their chests.

I heard Myself moan and pant, casting aside any embarrassment at hearing sex sounds fly unbidden from my throat. Harry loved my cries, I knew it, and they usually spurred him on, arousing him even more, as if that were possible. Harry reached in between me, and as his speed increased, he began to pet me in time to his thrusts. He tightened the grip on my ass indicating my pleasure, as I fought to keep her eyes open,

"Look at me. I want to see your eyes when you come."

The intensity of Harry's voce matched his expression.

My eyes grew wide, and I cried out as his fingers sped. I tightened like a knot pulled just too tight and suddenly, gloriously fell.

Erotic whispers and murmured adorations filled my ears. Harry had not cursed. I was far too distracted to focus on this surprising fact but I could not know that he was a vocal lover who groaned and shouted expletives to match his urges and satisfactions. But in this space, sacred or otherwise, his spontaneous utterances had been clean and pure.

"These 24 hours will fly by baby, don't worry."

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