It had been a week since I got back and I was just waiting for something to go wrong, the past week had just been too perfect. Harry was in a good mood every day...all day... But no natural disaster struck... Maybe calm isn't too good to be true for us.
Somehow we ended up in his theater room, cuddling on his couch, and watching high school musical on a Sunday afternoon.
And it was so blissful, I couldn't help but close my eyes and cuddle closer.
"Angel, I would sit and watch grass grow if it meant just being with you...but how in the hell did this end up on the tv?" Harry's voice finally broke the silence and I giggled.
"It's a classic!" I argued, causing Harry to scoff.
"Hardly! This is the first I've ever seen it and I don't think my childhood sustained any great loss." Harry said, rolling his eyes at the especially cheesy moment.
"It might not be a classic to a sophisticated gentleman like yourself...but it takes me back to high school and makes me feel like a teenager again." I sighed, smiling fondly at the movie.
Harry chuckled lightly, " you talk about it like that it was such a long time ago."
Swatting his chest, I rolled my eyes, "I meant the feeling of being a teenager...short lived romances...sneaking around...finally going to third base-"
"Who in the hell did you go to third base with?" Harry interrupted.
"Just some guy in high school...not all of us were business men in training... The rest of us watched movies as an excuse make a move, Harry."
Harry gripped my thighs and pulled me down until I was lying flat underneath his toned body.
"Like this?" He asked, smirking down at me.
"Sort of." I giggled, biting my lip.
"I never really was clear on the bases." Harry mused, resting onto his elbows And kissing the tip of my nose lightly. "What's first?"
Surprised to finally know something he doesn't, I leaned up and connected our lips, nipping slightly at the bottom one and sliding my tongue along the outline of his mouth.
"First." I breathed,only separating our faces enough to speak.
Harry nodded, as if I was teaching a class.
"Second?" He asked, his breath hitting my chest and causing my skin to break out into goosebumps.
Wordlessly, I reached up and took one of his hands into mine. Trailing it down my abdomen and slipping it under the hem of my tank top. His calloused palm felt rough against the soft skin of my stomach but I brought his hand all the way up and slid it under the edge of my lacy bra. Gasping slightly when he tightened his grip and massaged the flesh slowly. "And third?" He asked, clearly enjoying himself...judging by the stiff bulge that was pressed into my thigh.
A blush scampered across my cheeks. "Hand jobs and things like that." I answered.
"So this douche from high school (his name was probably Brad or some shit like that) is the only other guy you've ever given a handjob to?" Harry asked, slowly rocking his hips into mine as he spoke.
Clawing at the leather beneath me, I nodded. "Yes." I answered, my voice shaking. "But third is technically anything oral."
Harry's hips never faltered as he considered this information. "Interesting... Before us." Harry began, "what was your experience with third base?"
I didn't really want to say but Harry's least favorite thing is being lied to.
"O-obviously a hand job... I h-had been umm fingered and -" my face burned red and Harry's intense gaze wasn't helping.
"What else, baby?" He asked, kissing across my collarbone.
Avoiding eye contact, I continued,"Umm..Brandon was my first blowj-."
Harry flinched, shutting his eyes. "I get it, anything else?"
Taking a deep breath and shutting my eyes, "He went also went ...down on me." I finished, rushing my words.
Surprising me, Harry silently leaned down and started peppering wet kisses down my chest, lifting my tank top to kiss down my ribs. "My mouth might not have been the very first but it'll be the only one you remember." Harry whispered, snapping the waistband of my panties before he began pulling them down. I couldn't help the shiver as the lace slid down my thighs and dropped to the floor.
"Somebody is very self confident." I remarked.
Nodding, Harry began trailing his lips up my bare thigh, maintaining a tortuously slow pace. "Because I know.-" a gasp fell from my lips when he blew cold air in between my thighs, hitting my overly sensitive clit. "- how your body responds to me...every time." He chuckled lightly when he noticed my arched back and leaned forward to plant a chaste kiss between my thighs, before inching his tongue inside of me.
"Harry." My back arched further up, off the couch. My moans encouraged him to grip my thighs, holding me in place as my clit was abused by his sinfully skilled tongue. "Daddy!"
But before the clenching or stinging between my thighs could turn into the euphoria before an orgasm, Harry stopped his movements...biting his lip.
"Now the image is forever in my brain." Harry groaned.
"What image?" I asked, only half way grounded.
"Besides the obvious winner, getting you on your knees is my all time favorite thing...the way you moan and claw at my legs while you pump your daddy...and the thought of anyone getting that level of pleasure from my girl..." Harry shook his head, resting it on one of my knees.
Pouting, I sat up, "Daddy..." I blushed at the words I was about to speak, but they're so true it hurts, "one experimental blowjob that no one actually enjoyed...is nothing compared to you.... I would get on my knees anywhere for you because the sound of you moaning my name is like a drug to me...the two don't even compare....Daddy?" My pout deepened when he didn't say anything.
"Anywhere babygirl?" He asked, smirking across the couch at me.
"Anywhere." I answered.
"Would you care to prove that?" Harry asked, crouching back between my thighs.
"Anytime, baby." I nodded.
Laughing softly, Harry nodded. "Give me five minutes." He kissed my hipbone fondly, "and then we'll see about this anywhere business."
