Gotta Get Better

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He drove me to his house. It was this really nice mansion, modern but also very comforting for some reason that I couldn't put my finger on. He opened the passenger door for me and took my hand into his, helping me out of the car. Harry walked me to his front door and welcomed me into his home.

"Wow..." I looked around. I didn't mean to even say that out loud.

He chuckled.

That embarrassed me.

I then turned to him and smiled. I didn't know what to do or think. I was with a man, a very attractive man, at HIS house... what was I supposed to think?

I felt his hands grab onto my hips. I stopped in my tracks.

He's turning me on.

I leaned into his touch, and wrapped my arms around his neck. I looked up at him and cracked a smile. I was nervous.

"So, what would you like to do?" He questioned me, his hands running up and down my sides.

"We could watch a movie, I suppose."

Shit, my head was in the gutter.

He nodded, "And what would you like to watch, hm?" He tilted his head.

I take a deep breath before speaking again to calm myself down from that small head tilt, "We can watch 50 shades of Grey."

My head was so far deep in that gutter.

He smirked, "Do you actually want to watch a movie with me?"

I gulped. We both were thinking the same thing. I smiled, "I mean... right now no, but maybe later."

"So what do you want to do right now?"

I tilted my head, "I don't know... maybe we could have a drink in the kitchen and get to know each other."

He nodded and lead me into the kitchen. He poured us both a glass of red wine.

"So, Matilda, what do you do for work?"

I took a sip before I answered him. "I work at a restaurant after I do my schooling."

He raised his eyebrows, "Where do you go to school, love?"

"LIM College... for fashion marketing."

He nods.

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We talked for 3 whole hours about our lives. I never told anyone as much as I told him. I told him about my childhood, and I never told anybody about that. But for some reason, I trusted him.

I was sitting on top the island counter and he stood infront of me. I was star struck bu him, he knew it too. He put his hands on my waist and I wrapped my arms around his neck again.

"When are we going to start that movie, Tilly?"

I bit my lip and shrugged, "Whenever, I don't care."

"How about we go into my bedroom? The TV is bigger in there and my bed is definitely more comfortable than the living room couch."

I nodded and he immediately picked me up and lead me to his bedroom. He turned the TV on after sitting me down on the bed. He put "The Notebook" on, which I told him were one of my favorites.

As we watched the movie, we cuddled up with each other. I looked up at him, and he looked down at me, then I glanced at the TV again before turning my attention on him. He pulled me in for a kiss, and I immediately kissed him back. His hands moving my body so I was straddling his lap. I felt his tongue graze across my lip, causing me to let his tongue dance with mine. I started to unbutton his shirt as we kissed, his grip getting tighter around me. I suddenly felt him flip me, so I was under him. I gasped as I felt his fingers at my thigh, he traced the lining of the bottom of the dress on my body. My breathing picked up as I became hungrier for his touch. He pulled his lips away from mine, his eyes looed me up and down slowly.

"So beautiful, baby..." He murmered.

I laid there, I couldn't do anything except sumbit myself to him. I took his shirt off and undid his belt. I felt him slipping my dress off my body as I did so. He threw the fabric across the room, as I laid there in a bra and panties. Panties that were soaked, all for him.

He took one hand and kept it on my hip, his other hand caressed my cheek.

"You're so perfect."

I bit my lip and shut my eyes for a moment as he said that. When I opened my eyes, all he could see was the desire.

The desire to kiss him.
The desire for his touch.
The desire for him to be inside me.

I felt his hand slip behind to unclasp my bra, revealing my breasts. He then played with the lining of my panties, which were entirely wet. He chuckled.

"For me?"

I nodded as I grunted a bit at his touch. With one swift motion, my panties were suddenly removed and his fingers teased my folds. I moaned out in pleasure.

"You like that, don't you angel?"

I fucking loved it.

His free hand glided up my body and caressed my breast, his other hand still teased my enterance. I suddenly bit my lip as I felt his two fingers slip into me. He trailed kisses up my stomach to my neck as I kept letting sweet noises out of my mouth. I had zero control over myself anymore...

And I fucking loved it.

I felt his fingers thrust inside of me, but before I could even process that, he replaced his fingers with his hard cock.

He was huge, it almost hurt.

I cried out in utter pleasure. My hands gripped his biceps, harder and harder each time he thrusted into me. With each thrust, I moaned louder. My eyes were shut tightly as he fucked me, tears fell from my eyes due to the overwhelming amount of arousal.

"You take me so well, baby..." He groans. I felt like I was on cloud nine. He just felt so good inside me and I felt so good around him.

His hands moved all over my body, his lips right against my ear, nibbling it roughly.

My back arched and my chest was right against his. I cried out, "Fuck, Harry!" I felt myself about to cum around his throbbing length and I tightened my grip on his arms.

He whispered in my ear, "Shh, baby, it's okay... just let it happen. I'll take care of you, beautiful."

And with that I finished. I moaned loudly, for what I thought was the last time. That was until he came inside me. I moaned again, but it was muffled against his neck.