*Strong Sexual Content

Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood

The last occurrence that Helen and Harry wanted to happen was being spotted at the Heathrow Airport in London, having their cover busted. Her father made sure she took extra precaution on outward appearances that would be displayed by a range of the price of the car they drove up in, all the way to the cost of the lipstick Helen had smeared perfectly on her tight-lined lips. The plan was to look and act as middle-classed as the two possibly could, no expensive designer clothes or even makeup, which oddly for Helen, she kind of liked it.

When they both boarded the ginormous airplane, seated down in their Premium Economy seats, Helen ran her small hands through her freshly washed and dramatically cut hair. Her father had the stylist make Helen look almost not like herself the previous night. "I thought I'd never say this, but I'm starting to miss my long hair."

"Don't worry, love. You look good with or without long hair. Just trust me, yeah?" Harry's smile radiated the room.

Harry didn't know what they would even call themselves. He didn't think they were in a relationship, but he knew they were more than just friends. Friends-with-benefits didn't sound too proper either, considering he genuinely cared about her and wasn't just with his for the erotic sex.

"I don't know, Harry. You aren't too trustworthy." Helen teases, smirk almost alike to Harry's on her tanned face.

"Oh, yeah?" His large hand found its way just to the inside of flirty girls upper thigh, causing Helen to flush a crimson red. "I think I am when you let me take you like the good girl you are."

Unsteady movements of breath fell from her lips and an a gasp only audible from Harry to hear. "Stop." Her small fingers gripped around his wrists, forcing his hands away from where she knew she needed him, but it just wasn't remarkable timing. "You know we can't do this right now. I will not be fucking you on this airplane. Last time was not a good experience."

Helen still remembered that day like it was just yesterday, which it happened to be around eight months ago, around the time that they started their regularly occurring sexual encounters, not caring too much to put a label on anything. They both just were not the type for them. Normally they would have taken the company's private jet, but to everyone's disliking they had to take the local airplane, flying First Class nonetheless. They were showered with plenty of wine, nothing like the ones they had at the hotels but it did the trick, leading to it being no surprise when both got a little too sexually aroused.

The airplane restrooms were entirely too small for the twos liking and Helen much preferred sex when they landed, granted it'd be better anyway.

"Whatever you say, love," Harry's gives in,  shifting in his seat, the audible sound of paper crinkly in his back pocket.

"I'd never thought I would say anything as bold as this," Helen starts, turning her head to be faced with Harry's. "But I think I'm actually quite over the shock of moving so abruptly. Now I'm much more excited."

Harry knew better than to interrupt her talking though. She always had so much more to say, so he kept his mouth silent and urged her to continue. After-all, he loved to hear her ramble on and on about things, it gave him a sense of comfort and ease.

Helen laughed at how much Harry knew her but still went on. "I've always lived under my fathers orders, you know? I'm twenty-one and until today I still lived under his roof. It doesn't make much sense to me."

"I think your father wanted to protect you and keep you under his wing. You were his little girl whether you know it or not, Helen." Harry explained, resting a hand firmly on her knee.

"Protect me from what though? It's just a hotel company that he owns. He acts like he runs the fucking mafia." Her face contorts into a look of confusion and annoyance. She could never fully wrap her head around this situation, not matter how many longing questions she asked and answers she received.

"You're right. Let's just talk about something else, yeah? Keep telling me about how excited you are for this move," Harry smiled.

Helen's face lit up at the realization that they were actually moving across the sea. She knew it was happening the second the words released from her fathers mouth but to actually be sitting in a plane with suitcases following close behind was completely surreal. "Oh, right. Like all I've ever known in London is fancy shit and heaps of money. It's gonna be nice to be able to move and I take care of how I live my life. It's gonna be amazing to be able to have an average person's life."

"You're right. I could use a long break from your father's company. It's so overwhelming." Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair to push it back only to remember that his long, luxurious locks were chopped off the previous night before. He felt like a completely different person without them strangely, but that was the goal really.

"Are you disappointed you couldn't take position in your father's company today?"

"Honestly, not too bad. I felt like it would have been too much for me. I put on this brave and was gonna take it like the woman I am, but I was truly terrified," Helen remarked. "There was this woman there that kept making rude comments on  how I was fit to run the company because I'm a girl and even brought up how 'poorly' my mother ran the company with my dad. I'm more angry that I won't be able to prove her wrong than I am sad I won't be working there."

"Who the fuck is she? What did she look like?" Harry's facial expressions went from calm to angered within a matter of milliseconds. "That will not fly by with me for fucks sake. I'm going to notify your father immediately."

"Harry, that's not necessary." Helen breathed, reaching a hand out to the phone he had brought out of his pockets the previous second. "I don't want her to know she got to me. Just please put away the phone."

"Whatever." He sighed, laying back in his seat, closing his eyes for the next few minutes before the airplane takes off.

Helen wanted to keep talking to him, but she decided against it. She accepted he was in one of his moods and knew not to bother him at those specific times, no matter how much it bugged the girl.

She saw a lot of traits her father had in Harry. Helen couldn't make up her mind as to if it freaked her out or made her want him even more. Like most say, her father was the first guy she ever loved. The woman spent her whole childhood with him and the most enjoyable moments of life include him. Being that she loved him and her mom so much, Helen would always watch their interactions and see how lovely he treated her.

Most of her adolescence she would vow to herself that she would find someone that loved her like her father loved her and her mother. A lot of rich guys her age were not necessarily like that. They were after one thing and one thing only, nothing but getting in the most-wanted women's pants.

From about seventeen to twenty, Helen was okay with that. She didn't mind the attention at all, in fact, Helen loved it dearly. Every night she had something or someone to do. She had the teenage girl dream. Until one day, she discovered her self and her self worth.

She was rummaging through the chest of her moms things when she found a picture of her father and her when they were younger. Helen's father had his arm clutched around her mothers and they looked to be about sixteen or seventeen. That picture made Helen come to the realization that she was nothing like her mother would have wished her to be. Helen's mother wouldn't have ever thought about having sex with multiple guys a month, it just wasn't how her life should have played out.

When Helen truly met Harry was the night that she gave in. She had sex again, but she knew it'd only be him, she just didn't like label's still.

When their seat belts were fastened and the airplane took off, Helen's hand found Harry's, shaken by the bumpy start. Getting up into the air was always her least favorite part, but once she was up high in the sky she knew she'd be okay.

Harry slept half the way, but awoke due to horrid turbulence. Four and a half hours in and just four more to go.

"Did you have a good rest?" Helen questioned, seeing that he was rubbing his eyes.

"Mhmm. Did you get any?" He asked, pulling out his phone to pause his music that played through one ear, slightly embarrassed that it fell out so Helen could hear him listening to The Beach Boys.

"Not quite. You know I don't sleep on planes." Helen stated, a small chuckle falling from her lips.

The rest of the long plane ride included  glasses of Roederer Estate Brut Champagne and fresh fruit, along with chocolate truffle. It was Helen's favorite combination, oddly enough.

When the plane landed and Helen and Harry got off board, they automatically went to retrieve their baggage in hopes that no ones grabs it and runs off with it.

Harry's jet black, solid suitcase is spotted and thankfully so is both of Helen's shiny gold one's. It was quite ironic how much the colors of their suitcase related to each individual.

"Would you like to get something to eat before we head on back?" Harry offered, leading her the cab awaiting outside for them that was arranged by Helen's father, according to the text Harry had received.

"What about frozen yogurt? We never get to have any kind of sweets like that back in London. Let's do this for a change." Helen pleaded, really hoping to satisfy her sweet tooth.

"I was thinking more along the lines of actual food, darling." Harry jested as he notified the driver to open the trunk, hoping Helen would take on the hint. Unfortunately for him, Helen would budge and stood her ground.

"How about we get what you wanted and then make our way to get my frozen yogurt?" Helen offered, looking at him with eyes filled with hope.

"Yeah, that's fine. Now get in." He said, opening the yellow taxis door, allowing Helen to enter as he piles the luggage into the trunk of the car.

"We have three stops. First to the nearest McDonald's." Harry informed the taxi driver, before sitting back in his seat, starring at the busy city that was nothing like London.

"McDonald's? I don't strike you as that type of guy." Helen joked, trying to wipe away some of the noticeable exhaustion from her face, also known as her smeared makeup.

"Like you said, I want to do this for a change. Besides, nothing's wrong with McDonald's. We're just so used to high quality meals." He uttered.

"That's true. I'll give you that." She grinned. "It's kinda crazy that us two are about to get a rare meal from McDonalds."

"Us two?" Harry smirked. "I thought it was just going to be me?"

"I changed my mind," Helen shrugged, pulling out her purse and grabbing the spare hairbrush.

As the comb ran through Helen's hair they got more into the life of the city. It was really true when they said this was the city that never slept.  It was breathtakingly beautiful, even though it was just building after building. What stuck Helen though was the life of it.

"Do we know where we are staying tonight?" Helen asked, putting away her purse.

"Yeah, your dad sent me the address to the hotel that we will be at for the night. Tomorrow the people will have all our furniture into the apartment. They will give me a ring when we can officially move in."

"Sounds good." Helen smiled, pleased with the answer. She can't deny that she isn't read for sleep, the last thing she wanted was to spend the entire night out in New York trying to find a hotel.

After Harry and Helen driving a few blocks, they reached the nearest McDonald's, ordering two Big Macs and two large cokes. The food was quite foreign to Helen but she nevertheless loved it.

Helen decided to wait on the frozen yogurt for another night and they immediately drove to the hotel after their outing. Harry paid the taxi driver a way more than generous tip and made his way out of the car, retrieving their baggage from then back. When they walked in Helen immediately noticed how big the hotel and glorious the hotel was, so much for low-key. As Harry checked into their suite, Helen made a look around. There was a quiet bar at the end of the room, with a few couples sitting on the stools, bubbly drinks in front of them. The room was dimly lit but candles and small lights absorbed the dark.

"Thank you so much. Have a lovely night." Harry said to the clerk, reaching to grab his and one of Helen's bags.

As Helen grabbed the other, they made their way to the elevator, pushing the button and patiently waiting. When they were on the bags were rolled on smoothly and as soon as the doors closed Harry's hands left the suitcase and lunged out to grip Helen's face, crashing his plump lips on her perfectly shaped lips.

His actions took Helen by surprise, sparking this indisputable longing for him that she has been able to contest with, up until this point. Harry's lips molded with hers, tongue peaking out to glide against Helen's as their staggered breathing got fierce. Harry's lips cascade down just beneath her chin, all the way down to the of peak of her curvaceous physique. "The things I am going to do to you tonight, Helen." Harry cursed, piecing green eyes meeting with Helen's lustful brown ones. "Fuck, don't look at me like that."

Helen's beating heart couldn't even keep up her airless lungs, though she desperately tried to match them up as the door to the elevators beeped, allowing them open. As Harry and Helen made their way to the accurate hotel suite, Helen was trying to hurry the pace up, being the first to walk into the large living quarters. Before Harry even had time to flip the light on and set the suitcases down, Helen was out of control. The passion ignited in her was unlike anything they'd both ever done, her petite figure fought for dominance over Harry's, although not quite getting in. He was always quite the lead in the art of sex, nothing could top the way Harry made Helen feel.

Feet trying to make their out their way through the dark room, they both tried to find the bed. Helen's warm hands slipped up the front of Harry's shirt, placement on his very own heart that was beating for Helen in that moment. The increasing thuds got faster as Helen's lips fought ever so harshly. It made her feel empowering that little Helen could make this man desire for her, something about being able to supply his needs, but also hers being fulfilled in the steamy process.

Harry turned them around, permitting Helen access to the top of the bed as both of their lecherous bodies collide against the white, smooth mattress. Shaky hands reached down to the lining of Helen's crocheted baby-pink sweater, slowly peeling it off, revealing Helen's bronzed torso. His lips formed against the descending line of her breasts, earning breathy, feeble moans from the speechless woman.

His lips attached to Helen's again to silence her whimpers, trying to drown out the sound of body on body contact. "You gotta be quiet, baby." Her flushed face turned to the side when his massive hands reach underneath her slightly arched back, unclipping the creamed lace push-up bra, revealing her perky, pendulous breasts. He glides his lips from her sharp cheek bone, torturingly slow down to her exposed, peaked nipple. "Harry, holy shit." Helen cried out, immediately following her hands to her mouth to keep her groans non-audible. His teeth grazed over the sensitive spot and biting down. Helen's head hits the pillow as a reaction, eyes widening, hand still over her mouth to silence he muffled sounds.

The buttons of her ripped, skinny jeans were unfasten. Helen's ass was removed from bed as they were stripped from her frame, granting Harry with access to more of her quivering body. His hand rubbed circles around her polished stomach to ease the slight bucking of her hips as his lips sucked on the sensitive spots of her nipple. "Tell me what you want, Helen." Harry rasped, wanting to completely allow her any type of pleasure to ease the stress that radiates off of her. Harry could tell the whole way here that it bothers her that she was moving so vast fully far away, no matter how much the stubborn girl fought it.

"Please, taste me." She whimpered, tiny hands running up his torso to incorporate some kind of touch. Helen wandered her hands down the middle buttons of his brown, flowed, decorative shirt, unbuttoning what's left of his unexposed skin, inked with meaningfully beautiful  tattoos she has yet to comprehend. Harry's shirt is thrown to the side, inviting her to touch and feel up his body properly.

"Where do you want me to taste you, love?" Harry questions, knowing good and well what the woman wanted him to do from that profound statement. He just wanted to hear her truly say what she wants, to not be shy in front of him, to not hold back in any way, shape, or form. When Harry got no kind of response he made his way back up to the tips of her plump lips, gentle kisses being poured onto her lavishly. "You want me to kiss you here?"

Helen's head vigorously shakes, trying to grip his face in her hands, motioning him down to where she craves him the most. "Please." She whimpers again. "Please, just taste me here." Helen can't even keep up with her sensual, overwhelming emotions that Harry is causing her to experience. The only sounds in the room are now her detectable moans that resulted from her hands being placed on Harry's smooth stomach instead of mouth, but Helen can't care any less at this point.

His hands glide up her silky, long legs, stopping at the line of her undergarments. The black lace is steadily lingered down her before sliding off quickly to the floor. Every fucking time Harry lays eyes on her he can't help but feel like it's the first time. Everything about her is beautifully imperfect. Helen's got flaws, but naturally beautiful ones. He loves every single inch of her unique body that trembles at the slightest touch from his hands. After eyes glisten at the sight for a brief moment, his head slowly lowers between the needy girls thighs, tight hands clinging onto the inside. Helen's ass leaves the bed as Harry's warm tongue laps onto her, circling in swift motions, gasp leaving her mouth. Her hands tangle into the short mess of hair on Harry's head, although not long enough to tug at anymore, still makes do for the two of them.

One hand leaves Helen's thighs as it interlaces with hers, trying to allow her some kind of assurance to hold onto. The other hand removes from the inside of her thigh to the outermost part of her hip, controlling her thrusting, needy movements. Harry's teeth encased over Helen's wet clit, her thighs clamping around his broad shoulder. "Helen, baby." He murmurs against her, trying to allow himself room to breathe by expanding her thighs that are tightly wrapped around him, pushing him further into her.

Harry's tongue ushered his final laps around her, briefly gliding between her folds, obtaining all of Helen's sweet-tasting, pleasurable juices. The previous sound of the bed rocking was now just Helen's uncontrollable moans escaping from her parted lips at Harry's embrace. His tongue was soon replaced by one long digit entering her, expanding her ever so slightly. Helen squeezed Harry's hand, earning a smirk from the man down below. Harry loved that he had this marvelous affect on her.

His hand pumped in and out, slowly but surely, Helen tensing around his finger. "You close, baby?" No matter how many times Helen can experience this euphoria from Harry, it still feels just as good as it did the first time, if not even better. Which is no surprise that she would finish this quick. Before Helen can even find any words to form, which was quite a patter in her sex life, she came undone, completely toppling down in a whirling stage of ecstasy. Harry kissed her as to remind her who has her feeling this way, as if she needed it though. Helen knew absolutely no one of this planet could make her feel this fucking amazing.

When his hands removed from her, he brought them up to her lips, asking for entrance. "Taste yourself." Helen eagerly obliged, parting her lips, granting Harry's two fingers access. "You taste good, don't you?" All she could do was nod as she obtained the tasteful substance, twirling her tongue around Harry's fingers, licking every last spot before he removes his fingers.

"Let me do something for you," Helen breathes as she makes her way up off of the white bedding, trying to regain her composure that was before-hand taken by Harry. Her hand is unlocked with Harry's as she crouches down between his unexposed legs. The skintight black jeans are unbuttoned around Harry's waist, pulled right down to the ground. His Calvin Klein black boxers allowing his prominent bulge to be perceptible. Helen just can't take the intensity any longer so her hands eagerly pull at the right lining of his boxers, pulling them down and revealing her to what he needed the most.

Almost straightaway her hands found the backend of his length, pumping at just the right pace, lost-minded head lowering to wrap her parted lips around his engorged tip. The bitter-sweet pre-cum lingering on her lips as she hollowed her reddened cheeks. Her tongue rolled around the sensitive spot, releasing a loud-ass moan from the mans lips. To see him in this bed and to have him under her control this way gave Helen a sense of pride that she so desperately needed.

Against Harry's will, his hips buck into her, fucking her mouth harshly. Soft, but containable gags come from Helen as her hands meet his hips, slowing him and containing his thrusts. She loved it rough but there was only so much the woman could take. "You're so fucking beautiful," Harry muttered, hands engulfed in Helen's messy short blonde hair, tangling it into heaps of knots, but Helen didn't mind. She didn't mind anything when his length was in her mouth.

One last twirl of her tongue and Harry came undone, letting out in liquidation form of how Helen made Harry feel. She knew how much the man loved it when she swallowed every last drop, so that's what Helen did; she savored ever single drop.

When she knew he was done Helen backed away, allowing him time to regain himself. They both were too exhausted to try anything else. They were sleep-deprived and jet lagged, they both were quite surprised they were able to get to the level they did tonight. As she fell back onto the bed, engaging herself with the covers, Harry made no hesitation to join her, wrapping his arms around the front of her, pulling her into him, almost protectively.

"Goodnight, Helen." Harry whispered in her ear, planting small kiss on her temple.

"Goodnight, Harry." Helen softly smiled, falling asleep to the steady beat of Harry's heart against her back, driving her into the most peaceful slumber of all.