Maybe, probably [h.s]

Chapter 12

Harry

That's what I would've said, if I wasn't so intimated by her. 

"What did you need Harry?" She asks me. I stand there for a second, blinking, mouth dry. 

"I wanted to tell you this all looks amazing; I haven't had a home cooked meal in ages." I smile at her. She looks touched by this and sets down our made plates. To my advantage, she sits next to me at the table. I allow our knees to touch, but I'm left wanting more. She takes a mouthful of her food and moans slightly. 

"I have outdone myself this time" She grins. God, I want to anything I can to impress her. 

Her food was amazing, I'm not sure how long she had been cooking before I got here. I notice she moves her leg closer on mine. This feels mundane. It feels like what you do with your wife of fifteen years. She has always been beautiful. I find myself wishing that I had talked to her more throughout the years, wishing that I had asked about this job sooner, younger. Hopeful for the NYU application I submitted. 

I continue to eat my food; we have small talk and catch up. I get an idea. 

I fill my spoon with gravy, still talking to her, I act distracted and some of the gravy splatters on her soft legs. She hurries to grab a napkin, but I let her I got it. I drag my finger along where the gravy is and lap it up against my finger, licking it clean. I do this a few more times until the gravy is cleaned off her leg. She just stares at me. She takes another bite of her food, slowly, I would say. 

I look at her with hooded eyes. Touching her got me hard. That's all it took. She must have had her own idea, because she "accidentally" drops her napkin in my lap, when she goes to retrieve it, it's clear to her how hard I am. I hear a small gasp from her. I swallow any anxiety I may have. 

"Please, can we go upstairs?" I beg. I'm close to getting on my hands and knees if she would like it. She doesn't respond, she doesn't clean up any of our mess. She only stands up and walks up the stairs to her room. I get up as quickly as I can, following right behind her. 

Fay

I can feel my wetness dripping down my legs. Now this, I've never done before. We're in my room now and he's taking his shirt off at great speed. I sit on the bed and slowly undress, needing to get back in the mindset I was in when I walked up here. 

"Hey, you okay?" He asks me. I stare up at him, deciding how to respond. Before I can, his mouth is on mine. His tongue claims my mouth and once again I'm a moaning mess. I run my hands through his hair, getting carried away again. 

"Wait, wait Harry." He stops and looks at me with worried eyes. 

"Are we going to have sex?" I ask, and then continue, "I want to, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. I want you to know though, it's my first time, is that okay?" I get out. He answers by slowly kissing me and stripping my clothes off the rest of the way. 

"It may just hurt a little, I'll go slow, okay?" He speaks. I nod at his words. He has me on my back now, dragging two fingers up my slit and pushing them in. I let out a shaky moan. He places his thumb at my clit and circles around. My legs are getting a little wobbly, just from the pressure of both of these movements at once. 

"Fay, you're dripping down your thighs." He sighs, he sounds breathless. His hand stops and I whine out. 

"Please, please don't stop. Did I do something wrong?" I ask, feeling slightly insecure. 

"No, never, come here. Let me try something with you, I just want to make you feel good." He says as he lifts me up and places me on his bare thigh. I think he's crazy. He was making me feel good. I've never had someone else do these things to me, only myself. Whatever he is doing with me now, it feels more intimate. I'm on his bare thigh, my core is soaking him. He grabs my hips and starts rocking me back and forth. I put my head on his shoulder and rock back and forth. 

I'm a whining, moaning mess. He has precum leaking from the tip of his cock. He also keeps letting out low grunts. 

"Harry, I think I'm close." 

"That's good Fay, keep going. Make a mess on my thigh." He rocks me faster. My tummy starts burning and my legs are shaking around his thigh. I yell out his name and he doesn't give me any time to recover. He goes over to his pants he had on, grabbing the condom from his pocket. Slipping it on, he's hovering over me. He starts to slowly push himself inside of me, it was a little discomfort, but him working me up so much seemed to help. I think about how good he just made me feel and I wish I was more experienced for him. I push myself down and take him all the way inside of me. 

"God- fuck Fay. Warn me next time. I could cum right now." He moans. 

"Okay, cum. Please cum for me." I say as I wrap my legs around his waist. His face contorts and he looks like he may pass out from how good he feels. Before I can speak, he drops down and kisses me, going slower and deeper. 

"I'm cumming again." I speak. 

He picks up his speed, moaning into my ear. "Fay, I can feel you cumming around me. Feels too good." He whines. I liked this. I liked seeing him like this, I've never felt so powerful.  I remember something I saw in a movie once, the women bit down on the man's shoulder, that seemed to edge him on. So, I did the same. 

"Fuc- Fay, Fay, I'm cumming." He's hammering into me now, his thrusts getting sloppier. He stills, still moaning in my ear. We lay there like that for a few moments. 

I decide to speak first. "Was I okay?" I ask him. He chuckles and rolls over. 

"You are addicting Fay, nothing sweeter than you." He looks tired as he said this. I wait again before speaking, feeling tired myself. 

"Will we have sex again?" I ask.

"Maybe, probably." Harry says as he falls asleep.