Crazy | {h.s}

The First Time; Fuck, I love you

Harry's popped out of the tub and tying a towel around his waist before I can even begin to process the dull ache starting in my core. He pulls the plug in the tub, leaving me laying there whilst he grabs another towel from the cabinet.

"God, you're gorgeous." He groans as he turns towards me, holding open the purple fluffy towel.

"Come on, time to get out." 

I moan in exhaustion, "Bring me to bed?" He gives me an animated smirk in response.

"Yeah, love? Need me to carry you? Legs going weak already?" He pouts, "You haven't seen anything yet." He pauses to set the towel down before hooking an arm underneath my back and beneath my legs, bridal-style. The cold air outside the tub makes my exposed nipples harden and goosebumps form on my skin.

"Dont worry, we'll get you warmed up soon, doll." He murmurs suggestively, tucking the towel around my shoulders.

He makes for the door. "Harry," I whimper, a bit nervous at what possibly lies ahead of us. He turns, body glisteningly wet and his face carrying a worried look.

His brows furrowed, he asks, "Whats wrong?"

I simply look up and him and pout my lips, signaling what I need. He smiles gently, bending to my height to plant a kiss on my lips.

He holds my face between his two hands, though mine are trapped beneath my towel. "Love you." He whispers. "I love you." I respond.

"Come on, baby." He scoops me into his arms as if I weigh nothing and makes for his bedroom door.

He shuts the door gently behind us and pulls back his covers before placing me on the sheets. Before he can back away, I disentangle myself and move my hands to wrap in his hair.

"Love these long locks," I tell him, "Good for tugging." To prove my point, I pull gently on his hair.

He groans, "Mm and what would you need to be tugging my hair for, love?"

I tug his head towards mine, as if to give him an example, pressing our lips together and he squeaks in surprise. As half my body droops over the edge of the bed where he leans over me, I quickly wrap my legs around him for support. 

His hand skimming down my bare skin makes me notice that my towel has now completely fallen. I gasp as his fingers pass over my nipple, pulling and rolling it between his fingers. He continues for a minute before releasing me and reattaching only minutes later, but with his mouth. Wet and hot, he kisses down my neck and torso, catching my nipple in his mouth and tugging gently with his teeth.

"Ah, easy, Hazza." I groan.

"Hush, peanut."

"You and your bloody nicknames, Harold." At that he nips my breast hard and I squeak. He gives a small smile of content and continues to trail kisses down my body. He starts to approach my core, as he kisses over my stomach and naval, fingers brushing very gently through the public hair that rested there.

All of a sudden he is off me and my eyes blink open in confusion. He steps back and removes the towel from around his waist, letting me see him hard in his full glory. He pulls the covers completely off the bed and grasps my ankles to drag me more center. He throws my towel on the floor.

I gasp, "I like horny Harry, he's a bit dominant in bed, isn't he?"

"Not dominant, just know what I like is all." He says, breathlessly. 

He pulls a hand over himself and gives a few tugs. He closes his eyes briefly, like he has to collect himself.

"Do you want me to do something for you, Hazza? A blowie maybe?" I ask.

He shakes his head, "No, god no. No." 

"Oh." I murmur. 

His eyes snap open, "No! Not that I don't want you to, it's just that I'll never last, baby. I'll come so quick and all I've been imagining the past couple weeks is getting inside you."

"Oh, okay. Get on with it then. I'm dripping over here," I say with a giggle.

He gives himself one more stroke before he lines up with me.

He places a hand by my head to brace himself as he leans over me, the other helping to direct him inside me. I wrap my legs gently on either side of him to make it easier.

"Gentle, though, Hazza, yeah? You're a bit big."

He grins cheekily, "I'm big, yeah? Gonna stretch you nice aren't I? You'll be tight as ever around me."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever, Styles. Just don't go too crazy on me right away." I say.

He suddenly pushes inside me, stretching me open around him. I moan sharply, not expecting the glorious stretch that he delivered. He pulls back before pushing in a bit further, working himself inside me to make it easier. I gasp loudly and he glances at me in concern. He presses steadily in, the thickest part of him entering me and we both moan audibly.

"Jesus, Harry."

He pulls out and presses back in, flexing even further once inside to touch my cervix.

He moans, "Fuck, fuck, little one. My god, didn't know sex could feel this good."

At his admission I giggle, but stop to moan with a particularly sharp thrust.

"Worth the wait?"

"So worth it." He groans, picking up a steady pace that has me throwing my head back and back arching towards him. The skin on skin is the best feeling in the world, feeling like we're really connected and intimate on a different kind of level.

"Such a pretty girl, aren't you? My pretty girl. Already feel like I could come in your wet little pussy, but I'll hold off for you."

I gasp at his crude words, though must admit that they push me that much closer to my impending orgasm.

He drops from his hands to his elbows and tucks his head near my throat, I groan as he really starts to pick up pace from his new angle. He touches my cervix every time he pushes all the way in which has me gasping at every thrust.

"What a good girl. Good girls deserve to come, don't they?" He murmurs, a hand dropping between us and snaking through to press on my clit.

"I'm not coming before you, darling. I wanna feel you clenching around me. Come on, little one."

I squeal as his fingers pick up the pace and I come undone around him, my orgasm shaking through my body.

He chokes on his breath, "Jesus, can I come inside you?" He asks quickly.

I nod, "Mmm."

Before I've finished speaking, he stills as I feel him spilling inside me. "Fuck, I love you." He groans, kissing me hard, thrusting a few times more.

He pulls out, but remains laying on top of me, kissing my hair and holding me to him. "Why did we take so long to do that?" He asks.

I shake my head in uncertainty, unable to verbally reply.

"Lets clean you up before all my come is spilling out of you onto the bed." I nod.

He grabs our towels thrown on the floor and cleans both of us up. As he chucks both of them into the pile of growing dirty laundry, he pulls on a pair of fresh boxer-briefs and brings me a shirt of his. 

"I love you." I say sleepily as he pulls his shirt over my head.

He tucks my arms through the sleeves and kisses my head softly.

"I love you more." He says, pulling up the cool covers over the both of us.