Secret Admirers //one direction//

Chapter 33

(A/N) WARNING:
CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT

I ignore the slight pang of insecurity that hit me when he slides his hand under my shirt, helping me to take it off before kissing me again. I grip his clothed shoulder, wanting to get rid of the little fabric separating us, but I don't dare to take off his shirt or slide my hands under it. He moves to kiss my jawline and he seems to have understood what's going through my mind because he pulls the material off and connects his lips to mine again, his tongue delving into my mouth. I let out a little moan when he parts away from the kiss again and leaves a trail of kisses down my neck, stopping right above my collarbone and gently biting my skin sucking on it lightly and making my head spin. When he's done he wets it with his tongue, soothing the spot, before moving on and grazing the fabric of my maroon bra with his lips.

It's in that moment that he detaches himself a bit from me and gives me a slightly hesitant look as he plays with the clasp of my bra. I give him a little nod and he quickly undos it with one hand, throwing it on the sheet, before pressing his body against mine, the direct contact with his bare skin annihilating my senses.

He turns us around and I fall down on the sheet and he crawls on top of me, kissing me again. I experimentally run my hands down his spine, noticing the little halt in his breathing and enjoy the realisation that I too do have an effect on him just like he has an effect on me.

"Your so beautiful and I am a lucky guy, you know that?" He says, his gaze still locked on mine.

"I think I'm the one who is lucky, haven't you seen how hot you are? I'm glad I can finally tell you." I sigh, staring at his upper body, trying to burn every little detail about him into my memory. "Especially the tattoos." I trace my fingers along the lines drawn on his body, wondering what they mean but that's for another time. Right now, I want to feel his body on mine.

It's odd to think about it, considering that only three months before I was sure he would have never even talked to me and so probably was he. I almost cannot believe that the boy I have spent such a long time, is now between my legs, and considering how we'd first got to know each other, it definitely feels weird.

While his hand grips my thigh, I feel something sting from within. I flinch immediately, remembering about the sacrs. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" He asks. I shake my head, "No"

I hook my fingers on the soft fabric of my jeans on my hips, hesitating just for a second before sliding it down.

I watch Harry, widen his eyes as they find their way to my scars. "Why?" He says, his voice deeper than usual as he keeps looking at the wound. "I'm sorry...it was a mistake. I was not thinking straight after all that happened at the party..." I let out a soft sob. He crawls towards me, embracing me into a tight hug, rubbing my back gently. I hug him back, sobbing softly. I calm down slowly, trying to look up at him with a tight smile on my face.

He turns his head, but not enough to look at me. "Promise me, you're never going to do these kind of shits again"

"Okay, I'm sorry" I say in reply. "Actually I-" I didn't even manage to finish the sentence before he turns around. "Shut up", he says, right before pressing his lips against mine again.

He easily gets between my legs, his hands traveling all over my body and making my breath stop in my throat as the realisation of what was about to happen really struck me.

He reaches out for me, grabbing my waist, pulling me closer. His eyes meet mine, staring at me, a smile playing on his lips. Then he lowers his gaze, placing his lips on my stomach, tracing his path with his lips, lower and lower on my body. I feel the last piece of clothing being taken off me, Harry groaning, then I feel his lips down there.