Love Save the Empty

Eighteen

teenagers are gonna read it anyway but you can't say i didn't warn you!

“Give a little time to me, or burn this out,

We'll play hide and seek to turn this around.

And all I want is the taste that your lips allow,

My my, my, my,

Give me love.”

Ed Sheeran – Give Me Love

The words fell from his mouth in a slow, sweet, melodic tone. Bella barely had time to let the words sink in before Harry’s lips were attached to hers again. The kiss was slow, but urgent, enough for Bella to forget about everything; everything but Harry. His tongue slipped into her mouth, delicately exploring every inch of her mouth, taking in the sweet taste of her.

“Isabella,” Harry breathed, bringing his hands to her hips under her layers of clothing. His touch burned intensely on her skin, a sensation riveting and unfamiliar to bella.

Soon, Bella’s legs were wrapped around Harry’s body, and his hands were sprawled out on her bum, supporting her. Her eyes were closed, and she was lost in the kiss while Harry walked them into the darkness of her bedroom. But when he finally laid her down on the bed, that’s when reality hit her like a ton of bricks. Innocent, inexperienced Bella was about to get intimate with the skilled, experienced Harry Styles. She suddenly became nervous, her breathing speding up and her heart practically beating out of her chest.

Harry felt her pounding heartbeat against his chest as he lay on top of her. He slid his hands up the length of her arms and took hold of her shaking hands at the end. Even in his grasp, she was still a trembling mess.

“Hey,” Harry cooed, one hand caressing her cheek, the other still holding onto hers.

“Don’t be scared, baby. Just relax…”

His lips found her again in a gentle, comforting kiss. Harry heard her sigh deeply into his mouth, signaling she was calming down. His hand continued roaming until it reached the hem of her shirt, gently pulling it up her body until it was now bundled below her breasts.

“It’s okay, Bella,” he whispered in her ear, his lips grazing her lobe as he spoke, “lift your arms.”

She complied, and the shirt slid from her smooth skin, leaving her top half almost fully exposed. Bella watched as his eyes roamed her body. His eyes connected with hers, and he licked his swollen lips slowly, delectably.

“You’re so beautiful, Isabella.”

Her face flushed bright pink, and she was glad that the room was dark so Harry couldn’t see. But judging by the cheeky smile he had on his face, he saw. He climbed back on top of her, this time kissing her jawline, and slowly trailing lower. He nipped, licked, and sucked at her neck and collarbones. Bella moaned, enjoying the pleasure Harry was giving to her, her entire body becoming more and more heated.

“Harry,” she breathlessly mumbled, listening to the faint sound of her bra unclasping, and the feeling the straps slide from her shoulders.

Harry didn’t waste any time in paying attention to her newly exposed skin. He nipped at the swell of her breasts while his hand caressed the other delicately. Her head was spinning, remembering the feeling of his hands on her while they were in the London eye, but this time, she was bare, and his touch was more electrifying without any layers between them. His mouth soon found her nipped, instantly closing down on it and sucking. Bella couldn’t contain any of the moans that left her parted lips. Feeling Harry’s mouth on her body was so new to her, and so exhilarating. He was so skilled; it was as if they have done this a thousand times, like he knew her entire body like the back of his hand.