How about this;
You and Harry have been laying in bed all evening. You started with the Sun about to set, a beautiful purple painting on the walls, and now it’s completely dark. While the movies have been on, you have had your leg draped over Harry’s soft waist and your hand under his shirt resting on his tummy. Harry’s arm has been holding you close and his lips kissing the top of your head lovingly every now and then.
Now, you’re on top of him, straddling his hips, and feeling the pressure of his cock against your heat. You lean down to kiss him, first along his jaw and then teasingly just lightly his lips, but then he leans in and pulls you closer by the back of your head. Your lips move in sync with his and you can feel his lips curve up in a smile. As Harry tries catching a breath, he whimpers into the kiss. But nothing sexual.
Harry’s hands slide down your back and under your hoodie (well his hoodie that you stole), and he dances his fingers along your skin, sending shivers down your spine. He fiddles with the back of your bra for a moment, and then moves to the front and cups your boob with his huge hand. You feel his cold rings against your hot skin. But still nothing sexual.
His hands slide down your sweatpants to your bum and massage it firmly, giving it a slap. Harry’s breaths become more shallow and quick, and a curly strand of hair falls on his face, but you tug it behind his ear. Harry starts shifting under you, the grip on your bum moves up to your hips and starts to guide you to grind against him.
You pull away, which makes Harry stop his movements. His chest is rising up and down quickly, and you can see the need and the begging in his dark green eyes. His cherry red lips fall open, whimpering a quiet “Baby, please”, his voice cracking at the end.