Deception - H.S

Chapter 60

A/N: hehehe enjoy <3

Hope Whitlock

*play song*

The exhilarating feeling of our lips touching was one that I had never felt before, not with any other I had kissed. Maybe it was the tension that was building up for I don't even know how long that was making this experience a whole lot better than I had imagined.

It was a simple kiss, his lips were pressed to mine and I could feel the hesitation while the two of us stayed frozen to prolong the initial feeling of our first kiss.

Although I was anticipating it, when it happened, he managed to take my breath away with the feeling of his perfect lips on mine. He was the one feeling timid here unlike all other times when I felt the same. He was careful, his soft, warm lips were touching me ever so lightly like I was going to break under his touch.

It would have been odd to think of Harry Styles kissing someone so gently but he didn't know what he was doing, he was nervous and scared to fully indulge in this new feeling with his fear of vulnerability and intimacy. The world had been too cruel to him and he had no hopes in love or intimacy which is probably why he always turns to sex as a means to get rid of frustration.

It was all he knew how to do.

I peered my eyes open just for a second to see his wired shut, brows furrowed to focus his entire attention to this one action that I knew was taking a lot for him even though he had been wanting it as much as I did. He could be feeling overwhelmed and I was just hoping that he wouldn't regret this tomorrow.

I pulled away reluctantly, wanting to make sure he was okay, his eyes were heavy as he opened them slowly, out of breath like the kiss had drained him of all his energy. He had a confused look on his face, his eyes flicking between my own in worry as to why I pulled away.

"Are you okay? How do you feel?" I whisper against his lips, stroking my thumb against his neck.

"I'm more than okay..." He whispers back, still hesitant and overwhelmed from the gravity of the kiss. Brushing his lips against mine, his hands momentarily slide down to my sides to pull me closer so I was straddling his thighs.

It was as if the small distance was suddenly too much for him to bear.

I decided to take the lead, softly kissing his top lip first and then bottom to which he squeezes my hips before I fully kissed him, trying to ease him into the feeling and wanting him to feel comfortable like he made me feel with our previous sexual encounters. This was new territory for him contrasting to the unbelievable amount of experience he had sexually.

His hands were tense on my hips and I push my fingers into his hair, running them along the sides in a way he likes that relaxes him but being careful of his injuries. I do the action a few more times, feeling his hands relax a bit and I give him a moment before parting my lips and softly moving them against his. He was letting me take the control for a change which was another act of vulnerability from his side, he was so used to having control, being in charge and knowing exactly what would happen that he often felt helpless when he was ignorant.

Our lips moved in unison and he mimics every little action I did like he was learning my every move. I deepen the kiss slightly to test the waters, pulling back almost immediately to observe his expressions for any sort of discomfort. He was breathing heavily to catch his breath and leaning in to connect our lips eagerly as if pulling back was the worst thing I had done.

I pushed back so our lips weren't touching which makes him frown slightly. I couldn't help but crack a shy smile at his behavior, noticing that his cheeks were flushed and his lips were a darker shade of red due to all the kissing.