Days passed without Jen and I talking and even though I missed her, I knew it was for the best. We needed some time apart, until I finally found it in me to forgive her. Luckily though, Harry had been a great distraction from her, and it felt nice worrying less for once. However, even though taking our lunch break at my place, to do anything but eat, had been a perfect idea at the time, being in the situation I wasn't so sure anymore. I wanted this. I knew I did. I was ready and I trusted Harry, yet it still scared me somehow. It wasn't so much about whether or not it would hurt, but I couldn't help but think it would change me somehow, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing just foreign - new.
"You aren't having second thoughts are you?" He placed his hands on my hips pulling me closer.
"No," I said less confidently than intended. I was honestlyterrified. But I wanted this, I knew I did even though mypounding heart might have told anyone otherwise.
"You don't know how long I've thought about this."
"How long?" I stuttered, my breath getting caught in my throat when he placed his lips on my collar bone.
"Since the first day I saw you. Don't think I didn't know you were looking even though you tried your hardest to hide it. Your cheeks were flushed and you looked so innocent; pure. My assumptions were confirmed that night Jennifer got drunk and spilled out a few details about you. You know you had me mad for you when I saw you in your knickers that night."
I blushed not sure what to say suddenly feeling very self-conscious. "You seemed different from the first day I met you, which isn't a bad thing. That's why you held my attention. And I was lucky that you didn't turn out to be a stuck up bitch."
"So you just wanted to sleep with me?"
"No, love. I wanted to do so much more with you, but in the process I fell for you, hard. And it was no longer about what I wanted or needed."
"Then what?"
"You. It was about you. I wanted to be with you. I wanted to sleep next to you, staying up late talking about random things. I wanted to hold your hand and kiss your lips. I wanted to laugh with you, but what I really wanted was to be yours."
I pecked his lips and looked intensely at him. "So you are okay with it taking this long to get what you originally wanted?"
"Yes. Definitely. I've told you, you are worth it. Besides if I didn't know it before, I definitely knew you were different that night at Jennifer's place. I wanted to get to know you. And this isn't just about sex to me, please now that." He reached for my shirt buttons and started unbuttoning it one by one. Goosebumps arose on my skin, and my breathing became more rapid. "Babe relax. I've seen you before."
"I know I'm just- Nervous?" I said faking him a smile.
"You know, I've never been with a virgin before." He licked his bottom lip and took my shirt off leaving my upper body in just my bra.
"A-and that's supposed to make me feel better? Are you sure you would know what to do then?" His words were not comforting me at all. He chuckled while kissing my collar bone once again. The vibration sending tingles through my body.
"Trust me, babe. I know what to do. Besides-" His lips left my skin, and he looked into my eyes.
"What?" I bit my bottom lip anticipating the answer.
"Knowing you haven't done this before makes it so much better. It makes it special."
I wasn't going to argue with him as I didn't know what to say. However, I doubted he was right. I knew Harry wouldn't want to hurt me, yet this could hurt me nonetheless. He didn't say anything after that he just stared intensely at me as if wanting to eat me. My heartbeat was pounding, and I wasn't sure I had ever been so nervous and so ready for something at the same time. I went for his buttons, but he was quick to do it himself and threw the piece of clothing on the floor leaving his chest bare. His tattoo of a tiger on his lower stomach made me feel the arousal of my body. I wanted him. I wanted him desperately, already. I went for his jeans and started to unbuckle them. I couldn't wait to feel Harry in places I wasn't much of admitting. "How come you got that?" I asked running my thumbs over the tiger.
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Mutinous
Teen FictionMutinous: (adjective) refusing to obey the orders of a person in authority. How could a smile, a pair of green eyes and a set of dimples be so intoxicating? If this was wrong I didn't want to know what right was. Warning: Contains mature content