The Other One {Harry Styles AU}

65. Now

In the morning, I am awakened by his fingers trailing over my face and body, a delicate, looping pattern like lace. It is on the edge of tickling. I flutter my eyes open and blink at him. "Good morning, beautiful," his voice is so deep and scratchy.

"Hi," my voice is so small and squeaky.

He laughs, kissing my head. "God, I love you so much." I pull his body closer to mine, pressing my face to his chest and kissing his bird tattoos. "What do you want to do today?" His voice rumbles against my cheek.

I shrug against him. "I dunno. Beach, maybe."

"Yeah, all right."

A couple of hours later, after we've eaten breakfast and showered, I change into my black and pink polka dot bikini. Harry turns around and freezes, pinching his lower lip between his thumb and forefinger.

"What?"

He shakes his head, still holding his lip. "I used to have a picture of you in that bikini on my wall." I frown. "From some magazine."

"Oh, you mean the pictures you had plastered all over your room in England." I smirk at him.

His eyes flare open wider for a moment. "Fucking Gemma." I laugh. "But yes," he steps closer. "And there was this other one where all you had on was a tank top and panties." He closes his eyes.

I know that picture. Taken on my 18th birthday, it was a brief bit of rebellion that left me more embarrassed than anything else. My voice is shaky, unsteady, "it was a bikini bottom, for the record."

"It was hot," he bites his lower lip, moving closer. "I spent hours trying to make out the shape of your nipples."

"Jesus." I don't know whether to feel more embarrassed or more comfortable.

"Yes?" He smirks again.

More comfortable. "And while you were staring at these pictures," my voice is husky with desire, "what did you imagine?"

"Your mouth." I lick my lips and palm him over his yellow swim shorts. "Fuck," he moans, kneading my breast. "And," his voice falters, "taking off this tiny bikini. I love this tiny bikini."

I slide my hand into his bathing suit, gripping him tightly. "I love your tiny--"

"Hey, can you not use the word tiny while you have your hand on my cock?"

"Oh, that's not tiny. That's ample," I lean forward and kiss his neck. "I love these shorts, which are tiny. Barely able to hold you," I stroke my hand up and over the head, which pokes out of the top of his trunks.

I push them down as I slide to my knees and take him into my mouth. "Oh, fuck, baby." He caresses my cheek and hair. I hold his hips and graze my teeth along his shaft. "Aghh. Oh shit, Maddie. Be careful."

"Did it hurt?"

He exhales, tightening his grip on my hair. "No. But just...be careful." I forcefully suck him back into my mouth, as far as he will go. "Oh, fuck." Again I just barely let my teeth skim his sensitive skin. His legs start to shake. "Unhhh." My tongue teases the underside of his erection as I pump faster, sucking harder. "Jesus, Maddie." He comes down my throat, then falls to his knees in front of me. He kisses me fervently.

I caress his cheek, my finger dipping into his dimple. "I love you, Harry."

"Oh, baby. I love you. And now I'm going to take this tiny bikini off of you." He pulls at the strings around my neck and back and hips. His hands trail down my stomach and thighs. "So beautiful. So sexy." He runs his fingers back up, between my legs, then dips his head down and probes with his tongue. "So sweet." He slides three fingers in, and I moan, lifting my hips to meet them. Between his tongue and his fast moving fingers, I come undone quickly, my body quivering in a series of twitching aftershocks that pulse along every nerve.