november
i just wanna show you my appreciation, girl i got this craving for you
- trey songz.
contains an officially mature scene (it's here!)
"You're sure you want this?" she breathes out as Harry pushes her on the bed. He proceeds to take his shirt off before laying on top and kissing her neck as he grabs hold of her hands, "You just broke up with Paige like two weeks ago."
He removes his lips from her neck with a nice sounding pop and looks at her intently in the eyes. She struggles for Harry to let one of her hands go, but when he does, she reaches to push back his fringe. "Don't be mentioning Paige while I'm about to fúck you. And no," he leans down and presses his lips against her jaw, slowly moving up until he can nibble on her ear lobe, "It is not too early to be having sex with you."
She smiles to herself as Harry begins to tug at her tee so they can remove it together. Bella lays her head again on the bed, her hair splaying around her on the sheets while she touches Harry anywhere she can. It's his bare chest and the tattoos and the muscles and she doesn't know what's happening but she just wants to touch him until he gets tired of it. She wants to feel his muscles clench and unclench beneath the palm of her hand, trace every single line of his tattoos and flick his nipples just so that he makes that adorable face when he winces.
"Do you have a--?" Harry begins while his hands reach to her back, running his hands up and down her spine, fingers lightly tracing the back of her bra.
She blanches for a second because, shít, they don't have a condom. Bella looks at him with a bewildered face and he pushes himself up a bit to look at her better, realising what her face means.
He shakes his head with a chuckle before dipping his head down to place a small kiss on the tip of her nose, "Don't worry, I should have one."
She whines at the loss of contact and watches him leave her room topless, with a flushed face and messy curls.
While he is away, she tugs down her leggings, laying them on her chair before crawling back up the bed and reaching back to unclasp her bra.
"I wanted to do that," says a voice and Bella turns to see Harry with a squared foil packet pinched between two of his fingers and without his jeans. Good heavens. She doesn't think she'll ever get used to Harry in his boxers. And she's about to see him completely naked.
She drops her hands and pulls her hair to one side, her back facing Harry. "Go on, then."
She feels the bed dip behind her as he crawls towards her, long and soft fingers faintly touching the edge of her bra before reaching underneath and unclasping it carefully. He continues by rubbing his large hands on her bare shoulders, pulling down the straps after in a slow movement.
"I see your boobs have grown," he mumbles into her neck, hands rounding her body to cup at her breasts and massage them, thumb and index fingers slightly pinching her nipples.
She groans quietly and tips her head back on his shoulder, closing her eyes. "I am older now," she manages to say.
"Yes, I know," he mumbles into her neck, kissing a soft spot below her ear, where he knows will make her melt from all those years ago, before pushing her down onto the bed again with her back to him. His hands grab at her bum, as he slips his fingers underneath the waistband to tease her for a while, pushing himself between her two cheeks, just for the feeling.
Swiftly, he turns her around so that she's facing him, as he kneels between her legs, holding them both up in order to slide her underwear down (or up) her legs.
