He must have taken his shirt off, because his warm skin pressed into mine, so comfy that I nearly moaned.
I knocked my forehead against the cold wall. I debated with myself for a whole, entire minute before going for it.
I was never hesitant with men. Flirting came naturally to me, and I enjoyed the tease. But this was different, important. It felt like a real risk as I shuffled away from the wall, back into Harry's grasp. His arm tightened around me, but I needed to see his face.
Rolling over as slowly as I could, I prayed I didn't nudge him out of the bed by accident. I stiffened as my back met the sheet of ice that was my bedroom wall. Harry’s hand rode my hip as he met me with bright eyes and a wide smile, and I relaxed instantly.
A sliver of light glowed from under my front door, and it was enough for us to watch each other. His breaths were steady while my heart raced ahead of me. I was sure he could hear it in the quiet dark.
Harry’s hand left my hip, sliding up my side to rest on my chest, stealing every ounce of my common sense as his fingertips dented my skin.
“I always wanted to know,” he sighed, his fingers splaying on my pec, scraping my nipple, sparks flooding me as he followed the line of my collarbone with his thumb.
“Wanted to know what, handsome?” I asked, nerves flickering along with the sparks he caused.
It was just us, safe in my room. No one else to interfere. He could tell me, and it wouldn't escape.
His sigh brushed my cheeks before his hand moved higher. I swallowed the moan building within me as he cupped my jaw, his large fingers so hesitant against my rough stubble. Histhumb met the bow of my lips, and I sucked in a breath. Because the way he was looking at me had to be a sin.
“What it’s like to kiss you,” Harry whispered so quietly I swear he was sharing his biggest secret.
His gaze stayed fixed, fascinated as he caressed my bottom lip, playing with it. I lowered my jaw so he could explore me more easily. It was so hard not to lick the tip of his finger.
The air vibrated between us as he hit me with his desire.
“Harry.” My tone dipped, tinged with disbelief that he would even offer me an invitation, and surprised at how badly I needed it.
“Mmm?” he hummed as he slowly blinked. I didn’t want him to fall asleep on me now, not when we were so close. I'd been edging towards this since we first met; I wasn't letting the chance go by without testing the waters.
“Do you want me to kiss you?” I asked, my voice catching in my throat, and I held myself as nerves burst through me.
He didn’t say yes. His mouth opened, letting out the smallest of gasps before his thumb left my lips. His hand trembling, he placed his fingers on my bare shoulder, and with the slightest tug, he gave me permission to explore.
Copying his movements, I lifted my hand to his hip, pulling him nearer, loving the way he helped by shuffling into my grasp.
Reaching for him, my hand left his waist to curl around his ear, encouraging him towards me, leaning in to meet him.
I tilted his head, carefully touching my lips to his, groaning at how he welcomed me without hesitation, and how he shook under me.
I was as gentle as I could be so I didn’t scare him by diving in. The way he shook under me was so fucking sweet. I tried to let him take the lead with the kiss, but it was difficult to resist when he moaned loudly enough that I felt it in my chest.
Deepening the kiss, I pushed myself up on my elbow, pressing my chest against his, my hard muscles meeting his soft curves. I couldn’t remember the last time I cared more about how the other person felt. I kept clutching him, burying my fingers in his hair as he choked on his moans, hoping that he had only ever made those sounds for me.
Harry’s hands travelled upwards, one gripping my arm while the other clung to my shoulder, as if he was unsure what to do with himself.
I shifted back, looking down at him, taking him in. Our warm breaths mixed, his lips moments from mine. “Is this good?” I asked.
“Yes… please.” Harry's reply was so timid, tugging on me again, asking me to come back to him.
I kissed his cheeks, his forehead, loving him as I pressed my nose to his hair, and I bit his ear, savouring his cries. I trailed my lips along his neck to find the birthmark that had been calling me, collecting his gasps like little gifts that sent shivers running through me.
“Dom, wait.”
I stilled as he called my name, a bolt of fear going through me, worrying that he might end it before we’d even begun. I raised my head, his eyes closed, hopefully swept away by the pleasure I was coaxing from him.
“What is it?” I asked. “Is something wrong?”
“You're too gentle. I want to taste you properly.”
