50 Shades Of Him (Narry)

Chapter 12

Harry stands in front of me his eyes bright with anticipation. "Holds your arms above your head" I do as I'm told placing my hands over my head. His fingers brush against the skin of my stomach as he lifts my shirt over my head throwing it somewhere in the room. Harry had carried me to his bedroom, and somehow I felt safer in here. I trusted him. I wanted this. I wanted him.

He leans in close to my placing a soft kiss to my throat. He mutters something against it but I can't quite make out the words. He bends down in front of me and my eyes trail down to him. He easily tugs my jeans down from my waist to my ankles. I bite down on my lip feeling the cool air hitting against my now exposed skin.

He is soon standing in front of me again and he leans in ever so slowly taking my bottom lip from my teeth. He soon replaces it with his own and my eyes flutter closed. His hands push against my chest and I fall back against the bed. I lay back on the bed and watch him intently. His fingers slowly move to the buttons of his shirt and he begins to unbutton them. As soon as the buttons were all undone he slid the shirt off letting it fall onto the floor. His erection presses against his jeans and I sit up resting on my arms to get a better view of the Greek god in front of me. His hands move down to the button of his jeans and he undoes it with ease letting his jeans fall down to his ankles.

In the blink of an eye he's on top of me. His body leans to the side and he grabs a condom from his side table. I look up at him and I slowly life my hand caressing his cheek. He moves his face from my grasp and lets his hand wrap around my wrist like he had done in the elevator. He places the hand over my head and leans down placing his lips to mine. He pulls away and his eyes stare into mine. He slides his hand down my side and down to the waist line of my boxers slowly sliding the fabric down discarding them. The pace of this is tormentingly slow and yet somehow amazingly erotic.

With one swift movement his boxers have been removed and the foil packet is between his teeth. He ripped it open and pulled out the condom sliding it on. He placed his hands on either side of my head holding himself up so that only our hips were touching. He slowly leans down placing a soft kiss to my throat before slowly sinking into me. His movements are slow, yet harsh. Each thrusts fills me in a different way causing moans to erupt from my throat.

Under his touch, and implacable movements I am helpless. He groans and picks up his rhythm. There is a sense of joy in my helplessness though, joy in the feeling of him being inside me, filling me completely. Giving me a new feeling, something I never thought I could feel before. My back lifts off the firm mattress and again Harry's lips connect with the skin of my neck. Sucking, licking, leaving an obvious bruise. I fell the blood rushing through his body along with my own. I notice the scars over his body but I choose to focus on his constant thrusts instead of them.

I fell myself nearing my high but I lay my head back feeling the slight vibration from Harry's groans against my neck. His skilled mouth moves from my neck up to my ear and he whispers something that sends us both over the edge. "You're mine now"

I wake up the next morning covered in blankets. I sit up looking around seeing that Harry is asleep next to me holding onto his pillow for some form of comfort. He seems very peaceful in his sleep. I resist the urge to kiss his forehead and slip out of the bed sliding on a pair of Harry's sweatpants. I slowly step out of the room walking down the stairs into the large kitchen.

I walk towards the fridge seeing that it was nearly filled and tilted my head to the side a bit. I'm starving...and I need to cook something. I pull out turkey bacon and eggs and decide to go with something simple. I look through a few cabinets finding two pans setting the down on the counter below me. I began cooking turning on some music from my phone. I sway along with the rhythm of the music while I focus on the food I was cooking.

Scenes from the night before flash through my mind and I nearly burn the bacon. I quickly set the bacon off to the side turning around seeing Harry sleepily walking into the kitchen. I didn't think it possible, but he looks even more heavenly than he did the day before. His hair slightly hanging over his far from sleep, his sweatpants hanging off of his hips slightly showing off his oh so perfect V-line, and his white shirt hugging his torso. "You're very energetic this more" He takes a seat at the counter.

"I usually am" I mutter looking down at my fingers that were slowly sliding across the granite counter top. He nods and turns looking behind me a bit. "I'm making breakfast are you hungry?" His eyes stare into mine and his tongue slowly slides across his bottom lip. I then know that if he is hungry it isn't for the food that I'm cooking.

"Starving" The word falls from his mouth and I dig my nails into the counter top. The effect he has on me so...quickly can't be healthy. I'm not sure how he does it but I know for a fact that I don't want him to stop whatever he's doing. I turn my back to him sliding the eggs out of the pan onto a plate before splitting them evenly. I take the plate and place it in front of Harry. He looks down at the plate and looks up at me for a second before looking down at the plate yet again. He starts eating and I do the same picking at the plate in front of me. "Don't pick at your food" He mumbles.

"I'm not very hungry" The appetite that I once had has somehow disappeared and I push the plate away from me. Harry looks up at my, his jaw tightened and his eyes dark. But not the kind of dark I enjoyed, this time dark with anger of some sort. Why was he so angry about this?

"You need to eat, to keep up your strength. I don't need you passing out on me while I'm fucking you" His unfiltered words send a shock through me and I bite down on my lip hard. "That lip Mr. Horan... It's going to get you into some trouble. I can see it now"