I froze, my eyes wide as the words barrelled into me. He was pouting, his lips pressed together, the same look he gave me when I pissed him off enough that he finally talked to me all those months ago. And now he was upset because I was being considerate?
My forehead dropped as my breath faltered.
How was I supposed to hold back when he said something like that? With those few words, he totally knocked me out.
Bending closer, I traced kisses over the birthmark again; licking, sucking, his thick frame writhing beneath me. I knew he could take my weight, and I let myself go so I could mould into him.
Harry parted his lips, and I tentatively slipped my tongue inside to find him already reaching for me. I groaned as he met me, tasting him and the nervous beat of his rushing heart through my fingertips. Deepening the kiss, I pulled his head back, forcing his chin up and discovering the best way to make him moan.
A bite on his lip, a tangling of tongues, my hand sweeping the coarse curls of his chest and further down.
Harry sucked in his stomach with a gasp as I stroked it. I paused, letting my fingers rest at the start of the happy trail which led to my destination.
I knew what was running through his mind, and I lifted my head, meeting eyes creased with concern. I softened even further at his vulnerability.
“Don’t hide from me,” I murmured.
I could see the fight inside him, how tense he was under my hand. I wanted him to trust me so I could devour every part of him without him shying away.
Kissing him again, I kept my hand on his stomach until he relaxed enough to start moving with me.
I lay flat out along his body, his feet on mine, his shoulders beneath me, his cock only seconds away. Taking a chance, I rolled my hips against him, arching my back, my shoulder firm to his chest so I could drink my fill of his eager lips.
As we became lost in each other, my hand led to the waistband of his boxer shorts and then he didn't evade me.
“I want to touch you,” I said as I caressed his hair, watching him for any more hesitation, but he simply blinked up at me.
Brushing the outside of his boxers, I found his cock strained against the material. I grunted in satisfaction as he moaned, his body shaking as his hips rose to meet my hand.
“Are you alright?” I asked. I didn't want to freak him out before the fun began.
Harry's eyes shot open, and the innocence there had me pressing my forehead to his. My resolve wavered.
All those rules I’d made for myself—nothing longer than a night, no virgins, no friends—they were being chucked out the window as he bit his lip. He craned his throat, clasping my neck and pulling me to him so quickly that I was the one to gasp. Harry reignited the kiss by running his tongue across my bottom lip and parting further to welcome mine.
I groaned, my hand squeezing his shaft through the loose material, and melted at his sound of pleasure.
Harry bent his knees, spreading his legs, giving me more space to grasp him. But the boxers were in the way.
“I need these off.” I released him to tug at his waistband, enjoying the scrape of my short nails over his skin. But he had his own ideas.
Instead of lowering his knees like he did earlier, he lifted himself up. His hips left the bed, and he let go of me as he grabbed his waistband and shoved them to his knees. A grin split my cheeks as his cock bounced off his stomach, hard and ready.
As soon as he dropped his hips, the boxers were by his ankles, and he threw them across the room.
I was back to his lips instantly. “Someone’s eager,” I chuckled. Harry nodded earnestly, capturing my hand between his and pushing it straight down onto his cock.
“Will you stroke me again?” He was so sincere that I couldn’t refuse, especially when my heart pulsed in reply.
“Relax,” I whispered, kissing him softly again. “Let me take care of you.”
One hand pinched my arm while his other fluttered away from my fingers and returned to my chest. Without me pressing on top of him, he had more freedom to twist his body towards me.
My palm rounded his cock as he moved, and I instantly groaned. He was hot and heavy in my hand, wider than I was used to, as well.
I was already savouring the thought of bringing him into my mouth.
He was so thick, like his lips, like all of him. If he ever fucked me, I knew he wouldn’t leave me wanting. If—and when—he pounded into me, his weight and strength would make me collapse under him.
