Immaculate

Chapter 6 - A Good Life

It must have been eight o'clock at night, or more, when they both started to wake up from their nap after making love so intensely. They had uncoiled themselves a little, but ended up spooning, and this time she found herself waking up before he did, for Harry's body weight was leaning sideways on top of hers, his left leg thrown over hers, his left arm twined on her arm, hand placed deliciously on her neck, and tucked almost under the pillow she used.

Debbra didn't want to move a muscle to enjoy this moment. His breath, now perfectly calm, long, measured, reverberated on the back of her neck. Sometimes he even snored very softly. She wanted to caress that body, those hairs, kiss that hand within reach of her mouth, but she didn't want to wake him. I didn't want to undo the scene. His thought circled the world three times in minutes. She had made love to Harry Styles! In big, big style.

She was "kidnapped" by him, in his house, in his room, in his bed, and, now, covered by that perfect body, of the "most desired man in the world", of someone who, again, she thought, had the Universe all at your feet.

Not even in her best dreams and daydreams - and she had many - could Debbra even contemplate something so fantastic, so breathtaking. That word startled her a little, because, after all, she was enraptured. Of him she did not know. A young man, under 30 years old, at the height of his physical and sexual vigor, didn't need much to put on a real show in bed. Being grateful that she had saved his life could be a huge aphrodisiac for him, she deduced.

No, she wasn't devaluing herself, he thought. She was a beautiful, interesting, sensual, attractive woman. He could be screwing other young men like Harry if he wanted to. Occasionally this even happened, although she avoided it a little, preferring in general partners a little more mature, her own age or even older.

It turns out that there was someone who couldn't be called an ordinary person. Even with its sweetness, simplicity in dealing, its authenticity. Even in your humanity. And in the fragility she had known so well and so dramatically. Harry Styles was Harry Styles. And she couldn't even imagine what happened next to those wonderful moments they had had together, after the drama that led them both to meet in person.

Debbra took a deep breath, feeling Harry's scent permeating her, mixed with her own scent, the scent of the bed and the room. She closed her eyes and asked God to make her just let it flow, expecting absolutely nothing. And let herself enjoy whatever came her way. Preparing, even, for nothing else to happen, except an affectionate farewell and, later, perhaps, a peaceful and accomplice friendship. It wouldn't be much. She would accept, happy and grateful. And she knew she would have a lot to give him under those conditions. Harry was all that was known, his fame, his glory, his power, his money, his beauty... but he was also a fragile, loving boy who wanted to be loved in every way. She would find one that fit their reality.

Just as she was imagining that, he stirred, brought the leg that was over her together, and pulled her closer to him. Her butt fit more into his groin and he pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. Again, he nuzzled her hair and caressed her stomach, hips...and asked if she was awake. "Depends," she replied, laughing softly. "Depends on what you want...", and turned to curl up with him face-on. She saw that he was smiling a little groggily, his face was crumpled from having slept, even without the earlier nightmares.

Still with his eyes half closed he smiled and snuggled her onto his chest, now with her right leg encircling his hip and legs. "What do I want? I want to know if you're okay, if you're comfortable and if it's as good for you to be here as it is for me. Besides, I don't even want to know what you're thinking", he joked.

Debbra didn't move much. He just kept smoothing his angular jaw with the tips of his fingers, down his neck, arm, hand... "I'm not thinking about anything at all, Harry. An empty head, free, light. In fact, I'm lying. All I'm thinking about is how much this moment it's amazing. Nothing before, nothing after. Just now", he replied.