Unexpected

43. Helen

I feel my head go up and down on Harry's bare chest, I hear the calm beating of his heart. His left arm is around my waist and with the other hand he plays absently with my hair.

I raise my head to give him a kiss and say good morning, but when I see his frowning look and his frowning expression, a bad feeling expands in my gut.

I place a hand on his slightly rough cheek and gently stroke it. "Hey, what's wrong?"

Finally he looks at me, his dark blue eyes mix with the light blue of mine. He sighs and puts my hair behind my ear. "Nothing, baby... nothing," he tells me in a soft voice. Then he reaches out to kiss my head.

I frown. "Harry... what's going on?" I insist.

He closes his eyes for a few seconds, then opens them again and looks at every part of my face except my eyes. "What if..." he starts to say. "What if I'm not enough for you?"

I blink several times, surprised. I didn't expect him to feel so insecure.

"Harry, what are you—"

He cuts me off, strokes my face with the back of his hand, a damn sad look in his eyes. "What if I fail to make you happy?"

Harry Davis wants to make me happy...

"You won't, I just need to know you're with me to be" and I mean every word. I can't believe I said that.

He inhales deeply. "But, Helen, you know, I have a lot of trouble to solve, I don't know if I can—" his voice breaks, along with my heart. Then he continues, "I don't know if I can be with you, I—" and he bursts into tears.

Oh shit.

"No no, hey..." I hurry to sit next to him to hug him.

He shakes in my arms. I've never seen him so vulnerable, and it breaks my heart to see him hurt.

"Helen..." he says into my hair, sobbing.

I caress his back and run my other hand through his hair. Then I take his face in my hands. "I can't see you like this..."

He sniffles and doesn't look at me. He quickly wipes his tears with his hands.

I lean my forehead against him and close my eyes. "Where has Harry Davis gone?" I whisper. "The one who is looked at by everyone, sometimes cocky, the one who hated me, the one who went to parties, the one who didn't give a damn about anything or anyone?"

"He's gone," he replies still in a low voice.

"Because?" I ask him.

He takes me from the waist and lifts me up, making me straddle him. He runs his fingers through my blonde hair, which is now slightly shorter. "He was tired of keeping all the pain inside... you changed him."

My eyes burn from the tears trying to get out. "Yes, but the new Harry is in pain now."

"He's always suffered, only now he is showing it" and a faint smile appears on his lips.

"Is it good or bad?"

He draws me closer to him by placing his large, slightly rough hands on my buttocks. "Good."

We look deeply into each other's eyes for a few seconds, then he says to me, "Now just kiss me."

I do as he tells me and lean towards him to kiss him. I give him a slow, soft kiss, but he wants more. He parts my lips with his tongue and starts looking for mine. When he finds it, they begin to move together in coordinated movements.

"You can't imagine how I was without you," he says panting between kisses.

"Why didn't you call me?" I ask him as I begin to rub against the bulge in his boxers.

He kisses my neck and also gives me small bites; a moan escapes from my lips. "I'll explain later. Now is not the time."

He takes the shirt off my head and I am left with my breasts fully exposed. I help him take off the boxers he has lent me too, then he lowers his.

"Babe?" he says suddenly.

"Yeah?"

"I don't have a condom handy... but I'm clean," he informs me, referring to any diseases.

"Me too."

He licks his lips and positions me better on his hard cock, with one hand he guides it inside me.

"Oh..." I sigh of relief.

He closes his eyes as he makes me move by holding me by the hips. "I can finally feel every inch of you..." he whispers in my ear, his voice hoarse. "You're so tight around me."

He licks me right under the ear and I lose it. "Oh my God, Harry..." I moan, not bothering to be quiet.

At one point I hear a knock. My eyes go wide.

"You okay there, man?" the voice outside the room says, and I realize it's Michael.

"Yeah, great," Harry replies, a big smile on his face.

"The boys are home!" I whisper-yell.

"Fuck, let them hear."

He rubs my clit and I throw my head back. "Oh shit, yeah..." and with that I lose all my strength. "Switch."

He understands immediately and in an instant I find myself lying on my back, with him between my legs.

He starts moving in and out of me again. It feels so damn good...

"You make me feel so fucking good, baby," he gasps as he kisses my lips, my collarbones...

"Harder... more..." I tell him out of breath.

He smiles and tells me in my ear, "They'll find out how you like it if you keep this up."

He goes slightly faster and harder, and I feel the need to squeeze his shoulders and wrap my legs around his waist to draw him more into me.

The room is filled with our gasping breaths and groans, the sound of skin to skin, and I feel an aura of warmth around me, my heart threatening to explode.

"Be ready," he tells me, his voice low and hoarse.

I nod and my legs start shaking, the orgasm ready in my gut. I feel it coming.

And then, when he spills into me moaning, I come too, a wave of heat between my thighs and inside me, my moans resound in the room— and probably throughout the whole house.

He kisses me and lies down next to me. "That's it, baby."

"What?" I ask him, in his arms and still heavy breathing.

"You and I."