She's cautious as she approaches him. Footsteps are hesitant, eyes casting towards the slope of his sharp jaw and then finally his beautiful built nose. She wants to soak in the memory of him, wish to keep that memory with her of how he looks while he's unaware of his own beauty so blissfully. And dating him for five months now, Y/N still feels nervous around him.
Maybe it's stupid for her to be so nervous. Maybe she shouldn't be, considering how they had sex last night, pondering over how he teased her this morning.
"What do you want to eat, Harry?" It was the first time that she was in his kitchen, the first time that she'd woken up in his bed in the morning in their five-month relationship and he too senses himself giddy.
"Mm, you'd be a pretty good meal." He remarked with a cheeky grin even though he fret if he has crossed any line by saying that. But it was proven wrong when she had let out a shy giggle, turning her back to him and hiding her flush cheeks desperately from him. Harry's ego only got extended by it.
After that encounter, she'd been struggling with her body always getting heated when they both caught each other staring or crossing paths of the hallway of his house. She'd done everything to make it go away, to try and get it to stop. Harry has insisted to eat lunch together when she was asked to go back to her house. Y/N nodded, her inner self dancing in turmoil.
She and Harry did the morning dishes while listening to country music (he'd dance when one of his songs came, making her laugh). But now it is getting hard for her to control as he is holding her in his arms, head supporting on her shoulder while they both watch rom coms. Being so touchy, Y/N is on cloud nine. The same sensation of the previous night keeps rushing to her mind and she clenches her thighs together in the fear she'd embarrassed her in front of him.
He is so gorgeous without even trying. He doesn't have to think how he looks, doesn't even have to know how beautiful he is for the world, for his girlfriend especially. Last night was pure bliss, it would be more for him according to Y/N if she had gotten the chance to go down on him.
She loves to wonder how it'd be to suck him off, hearing his breathless moans and feel him tugging her hair as he struggled while he manages to keep his hips steady for her.
But again she is too nervous to ask. She knows that Harry can always be in the mood for it, but that doesn't mean that she is mighty confident to ask. She is afraid of rejection. She's afraid of stepping towards him and being too bold, only for him to ask her to stop.
With a little bit of bottled-up determination, she turns her head to watch him, and then slowly fixes herself, slowly sitting on his lap and facing him. "Harry." She gently calls for him.
It's a bit redundant for her to call his name when he's already looking at her, already with his puppy-dog stare. His hands are on her hips and his thumbs are rubbing soft circles into the skin of her hips. He's holding her close to him, feeling her body's warmth.
Harry hums. "What's wrong, love?" He tries to keep his voice level and steady.
She's biting her lower lip, averting her gaze from his so that she can keep herself from sounding too eager.
"You know that you can tell me anything, Y/N." Harry breaks her stance, reminding her that he's still waiting for her. He presses a kiss on her cheek and then softly pecks her lips, meanwhile encouraging her.
"I know!" She assures him, giving his hands a soft squeeze. "I was just been thinking about last night." Harry tries to keep his blush at the bay. "I've been thinking about how I never got to go down on you."
Her eyes filled with desire flicker up to meet his. She's nervous, he can tell by the way she's grazing her lip with her teeth. But, he realizes that she has no reason to be. He's always going to be in the mood to have sex with her, to go down on her, for anything with her as long they have trust and the same amount of respect for each other. Of course, he is falling for her day by day and it will be soon when he will say his first I love you. Harry doesn't really know that there could ever be a time that he would say no to being intimate with her. She's just too gorgeous to resist.
"Mm, is that right? So, you're trying to tell me that you've been thinking about sucking my cock since this morning?" The idea of his girlfriend, her head bobbing up and down between his thighs, the idea of his innocent girlfriend touching and playing with his cock has already made him hard.
Y/N's cheeks are warm and red, her eyes hesitantly raising to meet his. "Yeah, I was," she admits. It's even a bolder move and Y/N was quite surprised at herself.
"Well, if you want me, all you ever have to do is ask. I'm yours as much you are mine, love."
That seems to be all the reassuring that she needs. In record time, Y/N is sinking to her knees and undoing the string of his sweats, Harry helping her to take it out completely, followed by the boxers. Soon his massive cock comes into presence, already its tip covered in pre-cum.
Harry is taken back by this as she starts by warming him up, stroking him in her hand, and placing soft, open-mouth kisses along his stomach. She leaves wet kisses all over his abdomen, trailing her head unhurriedly to the shaft while one hand still grasping his cock.
His toes curls due to the anticipation she is building. The teasing is getting barely tolerable for Harry. Finally, her lips left his skin and both of her hands focus on one thing now.
Again, she decides to tease him, playing with his balls while caressing his length in the same motion.
Her teasing dies down the moment she runs her tongue against his slit, her eyes peering up at him innocently. Harry let out a wild moan at the touch, throwing his head back. Before he could whine to her to start, she has already taken him inside her mouth, bobbing her head up and down.
With every stroke on her hand, she takes more of him into her mouth. Harry gasps at the pleasure, the sudden heat forming inside his body. His hands gather her hair up to push it behind her head when he realizes that it's getting in her way.
She's hums, listening to his satisfied sounds, her tongue tracing the structure of his cock with every passing stroke of it.
"Fuck, babe" Harry hisses, his eyes closing as they roll back into his head. She's tracing the vein underneath his cock, her teeth grazing him now and then to leave him trembling and whimpering.
He knows that he's not going to last long. He would give anything for this moment to go on just a little bit longer, to draw out his release for as long as possible. But, with Y/N working in quick strokes, he knows he is close.
"Baby." he hisses lowly, his eyes opening as she starts to gag around him, he can feel his tip touching the end of her throat. Her glossy eyes lift to meet his. "I'm about to come. Holy shit, fuck!"
He groans as she begins to increase the pace of her strokes. Her mouth fucking his cock energetically.
He's trying to enjoy the moment for as long as he can, make it last for just a little bit longer so he can devote this all to his memory. He never wants to forget about this, wants to keep the image of her on her knees before him.
She looks like an angel from his vision. All for him.
"Let go, baby. I am coming." As it is her first time giving a blowjob to him, he is uncomfortable to release on her or expect her to taste it. She retreats her mouth away but shake her head.
"I wanna taste it. Please, Harry." She lightly fondles his balls, cupping them in her palms and that's all Harry needed to come all together, shooting warm spurts of his white juice down her throat as he withers in a moaning mess.
She swallows all of him that she can, glancing at him with a sweet smile on her face. Harry pulls her up onto the couch to kiss her, a messy mix of tongues dancing together until he's moaning underneath her. He has every purpose to repay her, to make her feel the same he is feeling right now. Maybe he can ask her to stay the night as well.
Before he can interpret any word out of his mouth, she stands up before lingering a kiss on his cheek.
"I think I'm going to go and order a pizza for the lunch. We surely need energy later, don't we?" Her tone is teasing, light and lovely as if she hadn't been gagging around his cock only moments ago.
But Harry is sure the girl is going to be the death of him.
