Disclaimer: I do not own any characters featured. This is completely fiction and created for the enjoyment of the reader.
A/N: I forgot how amazing this one was and now my heaRT HURTS.
Virginity Series - Part 5
“What do you think of this one?” You asked Harry as you stepped out of the dressing room. You had been trying on evening gowns for the past forty-five minutes, but your boyfriend hadn’t lost interest once. He just loved looking at you and complimenting you, watching you blush and become shy and humble. You had tried on a midnight blue evening gown with gold studs across the abdomin with a one-strap shoulder. It had a short but noticable train in the back, and it was very slimming on your figure. “You look amazing…” You grumbled from the back of your throat and smiled weakly. “You’ve said that about every dress I’ve tried on, Harry!” He stood from the seat where he was resting and he brought his body close to yours, looking dreamily into your eyes. He placed his hands gently on your wasit and whispered, “Well I don’t lie, (Y/N). You have looked stunning in everything…” You leaned in and pressed your chest to his, kissing his collarbone sweetly in the process. He wrapped his muscular arms around your small frame and carressed your back as you snuggled in the middle of the changing room entrance.
You just stood — Enjoying each others’ company and listening to your rhythmic breathing. “I love you…” Harry grumbled huskily into your hair. He had never told you this before, so you were a bit dumbfounded to hear this out of no where. You brought your head up and looked at him, smiling like an idiot, making him chuckle. “I really do… And I want to prove it to you.” You giggled nervously, bringing your head up to your mouth to hide your teeth in your smile. “And how are you going to do that?” You were now gently stroking his biceps as you both gazed into each others’ eyes. “Cm’mon.” He said, half-smiling and motioning you towards the door. “Hold on, let me change…” Harry stopped you. “Just wear it out?” any other time you’d be skeptical as to wearing an extravigant dress out in pubblic like thism but hey? Your boyfriend loves you — Why not? You grabbed your things and headed for the register.
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Harry paid for your gown and you headed straight home. You approached the front stoop, chuckling about the looks you recieved when stopped for some Starbucks, and you entered his flat. “That bloke thought you were mad!” Harry closed the door and locked it behind him as you both wiped the tears from your eyes. You kicked off your shoes and sat your purse on the sofa, finishing off your coffee and toshing it into the bin with the rest of his rubbish. “So how were you going to show me that you love me, hm?” You asked, winding your fingers together behind your back and smirking up at your boyfriend. “I… I just…” He glanced up and down at you for a moment or two, taking everything in before he pounced on you like the tiger he was. He kissed you viciously, sending you flying backwards onto the couch. You wrapped your fingers up tightly in his curls as he gripping your hips roughly, grinding into them with his pelvis. He bit your bottom lip, asking for entrance, which you denied him. He continues kissing you, making his way slowly down your jawline. He sucked on your juggular slowly, making you moan out his name. You pulled him back up and kissed him gently, before realizing what was happening.
You quikcly forced him off of you and made eye-contact with him, looking worried. “What is it? Did I hurt you?” He looked down at your body, making sure you were unharmed. “I’m… You know I’ve never had sex, right?” Harry bit his lower lip and nodded, his curls grazing his face softly and happily. “And I want to be your first time, (Y/N)… If that’s what you want as well?” Harry had a certain hopefulness in his eyes that you couldn’t say no to — As if you would anyway. You smiled, nodded, and pulled him back in, kssing him more passionately than you ever had. Harry snaked his hand down your back, unzipping your dress from under as he kissed down your neck painfully slowly.
You tugged at the neck of his shirt, asking to take it off, and he easily sat up and did it himself, revealing his toned chest and two extra teets. (More to love, right?) You sat up from under him and slowly but surely began kissing his pecks; Just brushed with hair. You always told him you didn’t like his chest too hairy — It was a turn-off. He let out a brief but heart-stopping groan as he laid his head back slightly. You ran your bottom lip up it once, looking at him nervously. You couldn’t believe that you were doing this, but it all just felt so perfect.
Harry stood to his feet, as did you, and you both began undressing yourselves. You were both just as anxious as the other, so you wanted to be exposed as quickly as possible.
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Once undress, Harry slammed you onto the sofa again, being sure not to hurt you. He kiss you roughly but passionately once, leaving a smacking sound behind as he pulled away. “Let me look at you, Love…” He said as he sat up straight, looking at you for the first time in full. “Oh wow… You’re so…” and with that, he leaned in and kissed you again. You rested your hands gently on the back of his neck as he kissed your temple and whispered, “I’m not going to have sex with you, I’m going to make love to you… There is a difference, and I want you to know I will never use you for sex… I will only love you, and love you only.” It was a lot to say in a sensual whisper, but he did it and it made you smile like an idiot again as you nodded in agreement.
He snapped back up and began kissing his way down your body, leaving love bites all down your breasts and torso. He stopped at your pussy and looked up at you, whispering, “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” You sat up on your elbows, getting a better view of him. “No, but I trust you…” and you smiled weakly down at him. He smiled back, a bit more willingly, and he began to slowly stroke your clit with the tip of he tongue. This itself nearly sent you over the edge, and you began moaning uncontrolably. Harry, being the cheeky boy he is, decided to have some fun with this. He picked up a steady pace as he licked your clit forefully, listening to your moans increase with intensity. “Oh my God!” you let out as your breath hitched in your throat. “Right there…” You whispered loudly, out of breath. Harry pounded his tongue into your clit roughly as you screamed out his name, latching your fingers onto his curls tightly.
Just as tight knots were forming in your lower stomach, Harry slowed and then stopped. He let you catch your breath before he trailed up and kissed you sweetly. “Do you want to do this, (Y/N)?” You wrapped your arms loosely around his broad shoulders and whispered, pressing your foreheads together, “More than anything in the world…” He smiled and kissed your nse gently before positioning himself on the sofa so you were both comfortable and he could keep his balance. “This is going to hurt for a bit, okay, Kitten?” he said, pressing his extremely long member to your entrance. You nodded and bit your lip nervously, gripping onto the blanket you were laying on tightly — Just to be ready. In one swift movement, the head of his length was inside you, and you were in intense pain. “Ow!” You yelped as he forced you hemn out of the way, moaning deeply. “I’m sorry, it gets better…” He reassured with concern in his voice.
Harry proceeded to enter you, thrusting after every few inches or so so you could get used to the feeling, and when he was completely inside of you, you could have sworn that it reached your bellybutton, but it felt amazing. “Oh my God…” you breathed out, tilting your head back. “Are you ready?” Harry asked, brushinga few stray hair from your eyes as he licked his lips. You smiled and nodded, mentally preparing yourself, and before you knew it, he was slowly sliding in and out of you.
“Yes!” He screamed, eyes shut tightly as he felt your walls closing in on him. You were too flustered to speak, so only high-pitched moans escaped your lips. “Harry, I…” You felt yourself cum all over him, sending you into a screaming frenzy as you rode out your orgasm. “Hold on…” he said, forcing a few rough thrusts into you before you felt yourself fill with his warm liquids, only making you scream more.
Harry laid his limp body on top of yours, gently stroking your waist as you both breathed roughly. “I’m sorry if I hurt you…” Harry whispered into your chest softly as you toyed with one of his curls damp with sweat. You swallowed your saliva once before responding. “It was a good kind of hurt…” He looked up at you, resting his chin on your breast plate as he smiled satisfyingly at you. “I’m glad… But you are so tight.” You blushed and asked, “That’s good, right?” He chuckled at your innocence and said, “Very good…” Everything fell quiet as you looked into each others’ eyes deeply. If there was ever a time for God to stop time — Now would be it.
