One Plus One

Chapter Sixty-Three

Warning : SMUT

I saw Harry's eyes light up in a brand new way. They were so bright I could see my own reflection. The smile that his lips curved into communicated exactly how he felt to me. He hadn't expected me to say it back, not after my past. For me to say I loved him, he knew that I had to trust him. The slight breeze blew through his curls, making them bounce around his face, only heightening the warm feeling I now had inside. I only had one thing left to give. This moment was all I needed to confirm to myself that Harry was the one I'd give it too. To make myself completely vulnerable, to instil every ounce of my trust in him. It was all I wanted.

"Harry."

"Yes?" he replied as he entwined our fingers.

"I want to give you something, something no one else is going to get."

Harry raised his green gaze to meet mine again. I was 99% sure he knew what I meant, but I could see he still needed that confirmation.

"Make love to me."

Harry's hold of my hand tightened at the words.

"Are you sure?"

"I've never been so sure of anything."

Harry crashed his lips against mine, the most passionately I'd ever felt him. He stood up first, then pulled me up. I followed diligently behind him as he led me back towards his car, our fingers entwined the entire time. I could feel my heartbeat in my throat and I could hear it in my ears. My stomach had turned to water and was swirling repeatedly. I had to take deep breaths as I felt his warm hands on my skin, helping me up into his car.

The drive back was intense. The pair of us snook glances at each other, and then turned away, smiling. Harry struggled to keep calm at the wheel. He fidgeted in his seat and his grip on the wheel tightened and loosened, a sign of his burning excitement. I wondered if it had ever meant anything to him before, or if this was the first time. I didn't know what was getting him the most excited; the thought of having sex or the thought of doing it with me, his girlfriend, his first girlfriend.

I could only guess. My feet weren't allowed to touch the floor. Harry carried me bridal style into his flat, kicking the door open with his foot. When I was finally placed down, I wasn't given much time to think. Harry forced me up against the wall, hungrily nipping at the skin of my neck. I felt his teeth graze my skin in several places along my neck. I was sure to have some reminders of this embrace. I pushed my hands to his chest, separating us. Harry's eyebrows furrowed in confusion and worry.

"Is everything ok?" he asked.

"Yeah, just slow down a little."

Harry nodded apologetically, forgetting for a moment that this was my first time. I swallowed as he took hold of my hand, pulling me towards his bedroom. I was pulled inside and he shut the door behind me. I had grown out of getting nervous with Harry but all of a sudden, my knot of nerves returned with a vengeance. I knew Harry could tell. He took hold of my hand, raising it towards his dusky pink lips and pressed them to the back of my hand. He then rubbed his thumb over my knuckles, an action he found comforted me. It worked its magic in this situation too.

I hesitantly crossed the carpet to him. I took the bottom of his t-shirt in my fingers and tugged it up. He helped in pulling it the rest of the way, revealing his toned and tattooed torso to me. My fingers instantly flew up to trace the swallows on his chest that I admired so much. I heard him hum as I gently stroked my fingertips over them.

"Would you ever tattoo my name on you?" I teasingly asked.

"I already have."

"What? Where?"