The Beacon [h.s]

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Nyla West

I gasp as Harry pushes inside me, the abrupt feeling of him filling me completely, leaves my jaw dropped.

We were barely awake for five minutes. I woke up to Harry kissing my neck gently, we had somehow shifted throughout the night to me laying on my back and Harry laying on my stomach again. I'd felt his hardness in his boxers as he kissed me, instantly making my heart race with excitement even if I hadn't been fully awake yet.

He didn't want to initiate anything in the beginning, saying he just wanted to kiss me. But I wanted it, partly to prove that sex between us wasn't always a way out of an argument, but mostly because I wanted to be as close as possible to him. But Harry didn't move any further without me voicing my consent and I couldn't help my heart getting warm at the concern in his voice as he stared down at me, making sure that he wasn't pushing me to do anything. I was the one that initiated it, trailing my hand down his bare chest until I slipped it inside his boxers and stroked his hard cock. He dropped his head to the crook of my neck with a groan as I felt his hips shift forward into my fisted hand around him.

I was instantly wet and needed him inside me.

Harry trailed kisses along my collarbones before leading up to the curve of my jaw and then to the tip of my nose, making me weakly smile at him, still a bit dazed from the deep sleep I just woke from.

I wrapped my arms around his back, keeping him close to me as he did the same, pressing his chest to mine after he lifted the thick hoodie off me, needing my skin to touch on his. I wasn't wearing a bra so his hands trailed over my breasts, kneading and sucking my nipple in his mouth so gently that I was whining to get more. Harry shushed me with a smirk and continued his work for an excruciatingly long time until I was gasping with my clit that was throbbing with the need to be touched.

But Harry had a different plan this morning. He was taking his time with everything he did, there was no rush to it, like he had all the time in the world to make me feel good. And I liked it a lot, how it seemed like he wanted to study my body to see what gets the best reaction out of me, to make sure every inch of my body was tended to.

And it was by the time I felt him nudge his tip at my clit. Harry had kissed every inch of me, mumbling words of praise while doing it. I was drunk on his words and his touch, he was so intoxicating that I never wanted him to leave this bed with me.

It felt so different this time as he pushed just his tip inside me. The feeling was overwhelming in a good way, my breathing got caught in my throat from just the intensity of it all. Harry pauses, just hovering over me with his eyes pinched shut, his forehead on mine.

"Fuck me, Harry. Please." I whispered breathlessly.

Harry reopened his eyes, a gentle stare down at me. He doesn't say anything, instead he simply leans down and kisses my forehead, an action that has my cheeks heating up with a flush. He unwraps my arms from around his back and places my hands on either side of my head on the pillows.

He trailed his fingers along my arms until he reached my hands, palms facing up, and interlocks his own with mine at the same time as he pushes further inside me. My hands are immediately clasping his fingers tightly, my core clenching from his size.

"Relax for me, baby." Harry whispers into my ear, his head resting on my shoulder, pressing a kiss in the crook of my neck.

I relax my muscles and he hums into my skin in satisfaction before he's completely filling me with his cock. We've done this before, many times, but this time felt so much more different. My head moved to the side, unable to handle the pressure of him stretching me so slowly like this. It was always quick before, fast, do it and finish. But Harry was taking his time, keeping all of himself inside without moving, allowing me to get used to his size.