Desolate - h.s. ✓

° fifty-six °

     When Harry came back, he shut the door, a small smile on his face. I felt flushed, standing up from the bed quickly. Harry unbuttoned his shirt, slipping the material off of his body. It fell to the floor, my boyfriend grabbing the box of condoms. I watched as he opened it, grabbing a couple, and setting them on the night table. It surprised me when he walked over to me, my boyfriend wrapping his arms around my body.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked softly, his lips pressing to my temple. "Or do you want me to be slow again?"

"It just depends on if it still hurts or not," I told him honestly.

Harry nodded, tugging on my shirt. I allowed him to pull it off, my fingers tracing over the S on his hip. Green eyes met mine, and I felt an overwhelming sense of adoration come over me with the idea that he had gotten the tattoo for me. Swallowing hard, I worked on undoing Harry's jeans, my boyfriend stepping out of the material when it pooled around his ankles. He kissed me then, his hands undoing my shorts quickly before he pushed my underwear down also. I felt anxious when he picked me up, my boyfriend not caring that I was literally almost naked.

"I want you to touch me first," I told him. "I'm not very, um ..."

"I've got it. Sure, baby," he nodded.

Harry kissed me as his digits delved into me carefully, my fingers playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. Honestly, I had no idea what to expect from this time, but I could tell Harry wasn't nervous now. He seemed more empowered, and I thought that was kind of hot. A moan was shared between us when he started working my clit, causing me to break the kiss. I breathed harshly, moaning his name softly "Fuck, I want to make you come right now. Do you want to come right now, baby?"

Nodding, Harry told me to use my words. I listened, telling him that yes, I wanted him to get me off first. We kissed more as Harry continued to finger me, my hips bucking up against him. He didn't stop, my body shaking beneath him when I came, while I also squeezed my eyes shut. I could feel Harry kissing down my body, my fingers playing with his hair when he kissed my thighs. He sent me a small smirk when I finally opened my eyes, Harry playfully licking up my slit and around my clit before shifting back up.

"Wow, you're going to fuck me now."

"Am I?" he chuckled, taking my bra off and leaving love bites to my breasts.

"I want bruises," I murmured.

"Mm, Daddy can't do that," he whispered, pressing a tender kiss in between my breasts. "I couldn't leave a bruise on you."

"But I want one," I complained.

He chuckled. Harry took his boxers off, grabbing a condom from the side table. I watched more intently as he went to open it, my fingers grasping it from him. Harry raised an eyebrow, my face flushing when I opened it slowly. Pulling it out, I glanced at him, Harry sending me a reassuring smile.

"Your lips are so pretty," I said softly.

"Put the condom on me so I can kiss you."

"You're so eager."

"Holy shit, Nicole, my dick is so hard. I'm about to wank myself if you don't —"

"Sorry, sorry!" I blushed, rolling the condom on carefully. "Like that? Is that okay?"

He smiled at my shyness. Swallowing hard, I found myself shifting up on his bed, Harry climbing over me easily. His necklace hung down between us, Harry cupping my cheek briefly. I allowed him to kiss me, smiling up at him when he pulled away. Harry shifted between my thighs, my boyfriend looking down between us.

"Wait, are you comfortable?" he asked "I'm fine, yeah."

"Just relax. If you're tense it'll hurt more," he said gently.