Pain 2: Him (H.S)

Chapter 56

Warning: Sexual Content.

My eyes remain closed as I lie on my back, giving Harry my consent to thaw my nerves and distress. He grabs my knee and spreads my legs, lowering himself to hover over me and stamps kisses down from my neck to my belly. I'm still and giving him control because I've missed this feeling he gives me. I miss how this specific feeling drowns out the world and my reality to put me in the world he creates with his touch.

My fingers rope in his hair from the simple but strong satisfaction his lips are providing me, and when I open my eyes, his are on mine. He smiles, lifting himself to my face and pecks my cheek. "When will they be home again?"

"I don't know." I reply brushing the fallen hairs over his forehead back. "Few hours maybe." He's enticing; a living art work. His eyes are a green I can't quite explain, it's fluorescent at times but holds you hostage with every contact made. The natural shade of the subtle red on his lips that could never be found in stores are my weakness and he knows it; he knows them all and knows exactly how to play them like a gambler.

"You know," he stands from the bed unbuckling his belt, pulling it out from the hoops of the jeans and tossing it on the floor, "you should visit your dad."

"This isn't a good combination." I shake my head sitting up. Why's he so stuck on my dad? I watch him roll his eyes and I chuckle.

"What?" His baby blue's fall and he steps out of them, picking it back up to take his wallet and when he opens it, he takes a condom out and places it on the nightstand. "I mean, it's important. You have a father who loves you and most probably misses you."

"Let's talk about this later. I promise we will." I dismiss laying back down. He's determined about this topic because if something is bothering or interests him, it'll stay on his mind and lips until it's achieved. It's an exciting but worrisome thought. He in general worries me when he thinks too hard about something. It plays tricks on him.

"I'm holding you to that." He grins snapping the waistband of his grey briefs and returns to his position over me. "Let's try something different."

"Alright." I'm excited.

"I don't want you to do anything. Let me do it all."

"Why?"

"Because, you're what I need right now, physically and emotionally, so going at my own pace and plan will feed that need." He explains thoroughly. Emotionally? He needs sex to forget Niall? Odd...

"So," I sit up on my elbows and he inches back, "I can't touch you at all?"

"No."

"Nowhere?"

"No."

"At all?" I laugh at his unusual request.

"Tug my hair, I like that and touch my chest, it's relaxing." He takes my hand and places it over his heart where I can literally feel his heart rate slowing down. "Relaxing." He confirms kissing my finger tips behind a small smile and I flush pathetically at his words. He can be violent, angry, and stubborn at times but behind it all is the sweetest and most gentle man I've ever known. He's a gentle giant.

"What's so funny?" He pauses his pecks mid-way down my stomach and looks up as I cover my mouth.

Was I really laughing?

"I thought of something." I clear my throat and he tilts his head curiously.

"What did you think of?" Waiting for me, he presses his palms on each side of me and my eyes instantly divert to his flexing biceps.