Love Actually

Chapter 32

(A/N: Listen to Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran, while reading this. Enjoy.)

Harry unclasped my bra, and I let it slide out from under my shirt. Harry laid me down, and crawled on top of me. He left sweet wet little kisses all down my neck. He got to the bottom of my shirt, and slowly removed it. Harry threw my shirt to the floor, and crashed his lips onto mine, sending a shiver through my body. His touch felt like a thousand bolts of electricity shooting through my body.

I pulled his face closer to mine, and our kiss deepened. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled up into him, so our bodies were pressed together. He was breathing heavy, and I could feel his heart racing.

I slowed down kissing him, and placed my hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat in my palm.

"See what you do to me?" He muttered onto my lips.

I smiled into the kiss, and rubbed my tongue on his. His mouth was warm, like the inside of a rose. Being with him felt safe. When he touched me, and held me close to him, even if we weren't having sex, I felt like I was home. His arms were where I belonged.

Harry continued kissing me passionately, as I fondled with his belt. I finally got it undone, and he slid his pants off quickly, not breaking the kiss.

Harry looped his thumbs on the elastic of my pants, and pulled them down slowly, leaving me in my panties.

"No fingering?" Harry asked concernedly.

I shook my head lightly, and he nodded, returning his mouth to mine. He removed his boxers in a swift motion, before slowly lowering my panties.

He kissed my stomach, and my inner thighs, making me want him so much more than I already had.

I had expected Harry to make a comment on how wet I was, but he hadn't. I think he was nervous about hurting me.

"Harry." I panted, as he kissed all the right spots on my neck.

"Yes?" he whispered, and continued kissing me.

"If you hurt me, I don't want you to feel bad." I said cupping his face in my hands.

"I'm going to feel bad no matter what." He said gently.

"I want you to do this, so it will be my fault, not yours." I said softly.

Harry nodded, and straddled my hips. He positioned himself at my entrance and looked down at me lovingly.

"You ready?" He asked.

"I hope." I whispered.

Harry grabbed my hands, and slid into me nervously. I screamed out in pain, and dug my nails into his hand.