Beg ✟ h.s. au (M)

t w e n t y - s i x

"I loved her, and sometimes, she loved me too."

If I were to take the one last piece of true innocence in someone such as Harry, I would do it right. It wouldn't be the way I lost my virginity- drunk, and with some guy I can't even remember the name of. Someone like Harry deserved to have it be special, and since he decided that he wanted it to be me then fuck, I would make sure that he did it right.

I was never one to be shy during sex, and hell if I was ever apprehensive towards it. But as Harry grabs a condom out of the bag he brought along, and placing it on the nightstand before moving his way towards me, I began to swallow the growing fears that kept eating at me.

The bed squeaked at his weight, but subsided as he hovered above my underwear clad body. I could tell he was determined, but scared as hell. His eyes wandering up and down my body as I just stared into his eyes, hoping to find a faint spark of uncertainty. But not once did his light jade eyes falter into that of apprehension.

He brought one hand up to my face, tracing the bones there. I placed my hand upon his, leaning into his warm gentle touch. I let out a large breath as I looked up at him. "Are you sure, Harry? I just- I really want you to be one-hundred percent sure before we even start anything. Something like this means so much to you."

He started to run his hand through my hair, detangling the small knots he came across as he tried to calm my racing mind. "Yes Stella, I am one-hundred and ten percent sure. This is what I want, I promise. You don't need to try and talk me out of it babe."

And slowly as our eyes connected in a deep, concentrated longing, he leaned down enough to pepper light kisses upon my face. Starting with my forehead, moving to my cheeks and my jawline. He finally connected our lips in a soft sweet passion that spread a warmth throughout my body. A warmth that was completely foreign to me.

I traced my hand up his bare back as we continued to move our lips against one another in a steady rhythm. I began to trace every inch of his torso, from his spine to the shoulder blades that were flexed holding him up.

Our lips slowly disconnected allowing him to lower himself towards my chest. His attention brought to that of my collarbones, leaving light kisses along the structured bone. I felt him start to kiss the near the cup of my bra, my hands tangled into his hair. He looked up at me as if asking permission, to that I nodded in response. I lifted up my torso allowing his hands to unclasp the strap along my back. He slowly slid the straps off my shoulders, ridding me of the fabric concealing my breasts.

He tossed the bra nimbly off the bed, he brought his lips back down to my chest, between the valley of my breasts and to each nipple. I let out a soft moan as his tongue played with the sensitive area.

His strong grip on my hips was evident as he was now at the lining of my underwear, kissing both the skin and fabric. Starting to lead his hands downward, pulling the panties down as his lips were still placed in the same position.

The cool air hit my arousal as I laid naked underneath Harry. His hands began to trace back along my body as he we were now face to face again. "I don't know how many times I've already said this, but you're perfect Stella." He said kissing me. My heart began to pulse rapidly as we we're now so close. So close to taking it all away from him.

"So," a kiss to my neck. "Beautiful." He began to softly suck on the skin there causing another moan to release from my throat. I pushed him up gently moving my hands to the waistband of his briefs. Our eye contact never faltered as I began to push the tight barrier down his legs. His feet did the rest as he took them off completely, kicking them off the bed.

A mere few inches separated our bodies from engaging in one of the most primal actions. One of which I was very accustom to. And one of which Harry was not.