Beautiful Things - A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 15

Amelia

Harry's warm hands sneaked under my sweater, making me shiver. I moaned when his soft, warm lips touched my neck. I was only away for a few days, but I missed him like hell. When they took me to that hospital, Harry was the only thing on my mind. 

I tried to act as if nothing happened during Christmas, tried to look as happy as I possibly could. But the truth was that I wasn't feeling good nor happy at all. That's why Bryce told me to go for a ride with him. If I knew it would end up like it did, I would've done a better job at keeping my facade. The worst thing was knowing that my brother was in the hospital because of me. 

The salty and warmth of my tears reached my lips. I knew Harry could feel it too because his hands stilled, and his lips pulled away for a second. But when I winced, he kept going. His hands reached my breasts, and he squeezed them softly, making me moan. With my hands running wildly through his hair, I bit his bottom lip, Harry's hands quickly dropping to my ass and squeezing it with force.

"Stand up." He told me. 

I had no idea what he had in mind, but I did as I was told, getting up from his lap to stand in front of him. He reached for the front of my jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling open the zipper at an agonizingly slow pace. I kicked my shoes off and he pulled the jeans down my legs, so slowly and carefully, as if I was a delicate thing. I rolled my head back when he kissed my belly, right bellow my bellybutton and so close to my panties' waistband. Without thinking twice, I dropped to my knees.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked, when I opened his jeans. "Amelia, you don't have to do that." He held my hands in his when I tried to pull his jeans down. I looked at him with pleading eyes.

"I want to. Let me." I said. Harry didn't seem sure, but he slowly nodded.

He helped me pull his awfully tight jeans down, his underwear coming down with them. I looked him right in the eyes before starting. I noticed him roll his head back and moan softly as I felt him between my lips and tasted him on my tongue. I never really liked doing oral sex, but with Harry it was different. I don't know why but seeing him completely at my mercy and completely lost in me, made me want to do it.

"Come here." He asked, right before he came. 

I stood up and he quickly pulled my underwear down. I sat on him, not caring about the lack of a condom, and started moving, fast. I needed him so much. My hands were running wildly through his curly hair and his holding me by my back, wanting me as close as humanly possible. His lips were working between my mount and my neck. I still had my sweater on, which made it impossible for him to reach for my breasts. His hands sneaked under it and squeezed them. I moaned. 

"Harry..." I moaned, almost like a plea. 

Harry took me in his arms and laid us on the floor, standing on top of me this time. He started moving, hard and fast, making it hard for me to keep my thoughts coherent. The pleasure was so much, he felt so good, it was addicting. With a few last thrusts, we both came at the same time. I felt his warm cum filling me up and, when he pulled out of me, dripping to the floor. Harry looked at me in awe, seeing the white liquid that once belong to him, coming from inside me. He moaned at the sight.

"Shit, I'm sorry." Harry said, standing up quickly. He ran to the kitchen and came back with paper towels. He looked at me again, shaking his head, and then started cleaning me up. "This view is absolutely insane, and I'm certain that I could come again just looking at you like this, but this was so irresponsible. I'm really sorry." 

"It's okay, don't worry about it." I said, smiling at him. "I'll get the morning after pill."

"Isn't that like super bad for women?" He asked, still trying to clean me up. I closed my legs, way too sensitive to keep them open.