Harry Styles- hopelessly devoted

Chapter 14

Harry's lips parted from mine, but only momentarily, leaving me breathless again. His forehead rested against mine, our noses touching slightly. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, matching with my own breathing. 

"Harry," I whispered forming a smile and tracing the line of his jaw. "This feels like a dream."

He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine. "It's real, Char. We're real."

The air shifted once again and it was filled with tender gazes being exchanged between us. Harry's hand found mine and our fingers intertwined. 

"What are you thinking?" He asked. "You have this odd look on your face."

I hesitated for a moment before answering. "I'm thinking about how long I've wanted this. I've thought about holding and kissing you so many times, and now that it's happening it's so much better than I ever could have imagined."

Harry smiled and relief seemed to wash over his face. "I've wanted this too. More than you know." His thumb gently brushed over mine, and it made me feel like I was the only woman in the world.

He leaned in closer, as if that was even possible, and I felt the warmth of his breath brushing against my already heated face. He tilted his head, giving me a tender kiss. "I want to take my time with this, if that's okay with you. I want to savor every moment."

"Me too," I replied nodding my head.

Silence followed. The crackles from the fireplace were amplified, yet felt comfortable. The scent of red wine continued to fill the air. I felt lightheaded. I was drunk on Harry's word and the wine. In this moment I felt that he desired me as much as I desired him. I decided to play the field and see if I could take things further.

I leaned in again, letting my breath mix with his. Our lips barely brushed against each others.

"You're such a tease," Harry muttered, closing the distance between us. This time his lips felt so soft yet electric. His hands moved to the small of my back, pulling me closer again as our kiss deepened. A rush of pleasure flowed through me as I felt his hands grab me tighter.

His hands roamed up my back, seemingly tangling my hair. His grip was gentle, yet firm. He pulled back slowly and I could see how warm his face was. I giggled and placed my hands on his face. His face was full of desire and want. Satisfied by his expression, I climbed on top of him. 

Harry's eyes widened for a moment, but played along. His eyes darked with desire. He grinned and placed his hands around my waist, pulling me closer. I shivered slightly as I felt something growing beneath me. It only made me want him more.

We kissed. Slowly and deeply. I couldn't help but moan softly into his mouth. My hands moved to his shoulders then down his arms. I savored the feeling of his muscles beneath my fingertips. Harry's hand roamed on my lower half as he pulled me closer. I felt his erection even more now, and he started to ground his hips against mine. 

He felt hard beneath me, and I couldn't help but feel breathless as he pressed against me. I decided to reach down between us and undo the button of his jeans. I slowly slid my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around his erection. He groaned at my touch, his head falling back onto the love seat. 

"Fuck, Char, you have no idea what you do to me." He breathed out quietly.

I smiled and began to stroke him slowly, enjoying the way his body reacted to my touch. I leaned in to nibble his ear and continued to provide him pleasure. He let out small, soft moans and it only fueled me to continue. His head shot up and he grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand out. "You're driving me crazy, you know that?" He purred into my ear. My body tingled as I wasn't sure what he was planning next. 

Harry adjusted himself in his spot and reached out toward me. He delicately placed his hands behind me and immediately unhooked my bra. He was quite skilled, it seemed. My heart pounded with anticipation. 

"May I?" He asked, starting to lift my shirt. I nodded my head slowly. His eyes were burning with lust, and I couldn't help but think how lucky I was to be in this situation. 

He lifted my shirt above my head, revealing my breasts. He stared at them for a moment and slowly leaned forward, kissing my exposed skin. He murmured something beneath his breath, but I wasn't able to understand him. He traced the curves of my breasts with his fingertips and began to focus his kissing the sensitive areas of my breast. 

It was my turn to moan, and I ran my fingers through his hair as he provided pleasure. Harry looked up at me and slowly moved down my body as he continued kissing my skin. He quickly slid my jeans and panties off all in one go. I was quite impressed. 

He found himself at my entrance, and slowly leaned in closer, teasing me with his tongue. I gasped quietly and I felt his tongue explore me, providing hungry kisses to where it was needed the most. I was usually the one providing pleasure, so it was a nice change of pace for someone to give it to me. Fully and whole heartedly. He knew what he was doing.

"I want you," I whispered. I could tell my face was beaming with desire.

He looked up for a moment and stopped. He smirked and stood, quickly shedding his shirt and jeans. All that was left was his underwear, which were Calvin Klein's, by the way. My breath quickened as I knew what was about to happen. He dropped his drawers and revealed himself to me.

Harry came closer and climbed on top of me, pulling me against him. He kissed me fiercely as our hands explored each other, learning each other's bodies. He lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, our lips never parting. He lowered me onto him, and I felt him go inside of me. We both groaned in unison.

"Oh God, Harry," I moaned, as he moved slowly. His breath was hot against my neck and he let out those soft moans again, which only turned me on more. He thrusted against me, our hips in rhythm. It continued for what felt like forever.

Harry groaned long and loud, his body tensing. "Cum with me, Char. Can you do that for me?"

His words clearly sent me over the edge, as I felt euphoria wash over me. He buried his face in my neck, and I felt his body shake from the intensity. I held him tightly as we breathed heavily in each others ears.

I kissed his neck softly and traveled to his ear. "Harry," I began, "that was amazing." 

Harry looked up at my face and likely saw the satisfaction plastered on it. He smiled, his hands moving to the small of my back. He rubbed the area softly. "It was," he agreed, his voice rough. "Were you satisfied?"

I rolled my eyes and gave him a small, playful slap on his shoulder. "You made me cum just by being a gentleman. I think that says something in itself."

His smile grew and he kissed me once more. Our eyes locked; speaking to each other without saying anything. 

"It's super hot in here." I commented, breaking our small silence. I squinted my eyes to look at the thermostat next to us, and saw it was 82 degrees. I jumped up from my seat and turned off the fireplace.

"It's only hot cause you're in here." Harry said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. 

I threw his t-shirt at him and crossed my arms with a playful smile. "Very funny, Harry," I shot back. "You're ridiculous."

"Ridiculously charming," he said, winking.

And to think this was the man that I fell for all those years ago.