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"Excuse me?" My voice came out shaky and high pitched but my body was in shock, "Are you saying-."
"I'm asking you to marry me, Willow." Harry said, cupping my cheeks and forcing me to look up into his eyes, "Nothing would make me happier." he whispered, lightly kissing the tip of my nose and across my cheekbone.
The way he held me was always so possessive but in this moment...his grasp was nothing more than a caress...as though I was something fragile and sensitive and he didn't want to overwhelm me. "Angel?" Harry whispered, searching for an answer in my expression. "If you don't want to...I understand-"
"Yes." I surprised Harry...Hell, I surprised myself by whispering, my tone steady and certain. "Yes, Of course I'll marry you." Instantly, Harry engulfed me in his embrace, lifting me off the ground and clutching my body to his chest.
"Baby you have no idea how f-" Harry's voice was muffled by my shoulder but I could hear the crack in his voice and I would never have believed it ...if I couldn't feel it ...but I'll be damned if the Harry styles isn't crying.
"I love you." I whispered, pulling his body against mine and running my fingers through his tangle of curls. My body always finds comfort here, molded to his.
My mind attempted to comprehend all of what happened in the last two minutes but my thoughts were still racing and my mind buzzed with everything that was said. Harry Styles wants to marry me...ME...he ...
"BabyGirl." Harry murmured, pressing his lips to my cheek, "I'll always wanna be your daddy...But tonight...I just wanna be your lover...let me love you, Angel." Wrapping my legs around him, I let Harry pull me closer and walk toward the door. Closing my eyes, I gripped the roots of his curls and let my body fall into the daze that Harry's presence always causes. I tightened my grip, expecting Harry to carry me up the stairs but I gasped, feeling the cool leather of his couch against my back as Harry released me.
Resting my elbows on the couch, I watched as Harry tugged the t-shirt he had on over his and let it fall onto the ground. Holding my gaze, he reached down and pulled his pants down to his ankles, taking his boxers with them and stepping out of the fabric. In all of his naked glory, Harry climbed onto the couch, gripping my knees and jerking my body forward and causing me to fall flat on back underneath him.
Sliding his fingers under the fabric of my silk shirt, Harry trailed his hands up my rib cage, lifting my body off the couch to pull the piece of clothing over my head. Heart beating out of my chest, I rested my head on the arm rest and watched as Harry slid his body down the couch and began placing soft kisses along the waistband of my skirt. "Relax, my love." Harry whispered, meeting my gaze and rubbing circles on my thigh, soothingly. "Sweetheart, I know your body better than even you...trust me." Harry chuckled, blessing a soft kiss on the inside of my knee before reaching up and tugging the skirt down my thighs, slipping it passed my ankles, and letting it drop onto the hardwood. I hadn't realized my body was shaking, until he rest both hands on my hips and halted the movement. I flinched when the cold air hit every inch of my skin, as the lace panties joined my skirt on the ground. Kissing the inside of my thigh, Harry began a slow trail of kisses down to my hip bone. Letting my eyes fall shut again, I let out a soft whine when I could no longer feel the warmth of his lips on my skin but the whine was cut off when he leaned forward and blew a cool breath of air, hitting my overly sensitive clit. "Harry!" I squealed, my legs first instinct was to slam shut at the invasive feeling but Harry placed his shoulder between my thighs and made it impossible to close them.
"No ma'am." Harry scolded, widening my already spread legs and bringing his face up to mine. Pressing his lips to mine and threading his hands into the tangles of my hair. "Fucking hell...I love you so fucking much." Harry almost growled, his lips pressing into mine absorbed the sound of my almost shriek when his hips thrust into mine with no warning.
Raising up onto his knees, Harry moved his hips slowly but with no less power, making tears collect at the corners of my eyes. "Daddy!" I whined, my nails scratching at the muscles in his hips as he continued his sensual torture on my body. "Please!" I wanted more...I needed more but my body was still skeptical about whether or not I could handle anymore. Abruptly changing angles, Harry came down and pressed his chest to mine and kiss along my jaw, biting slightly at the lobe of my ear. "That's not my name tonight, Sweetheart."
He's not my Dom tonight...He's not in control tonight...So if I want more...then there's not reason I should beg for it.
Forcing my eyes open, I pushed against Harry's chest and raised up. Wincing slightly at the stinging of the position change, I lifted myself onto Harry's lap and quickened the pace, slamming my hips down onto his with every thrust and ripping a gasp from Harry's lips as I clawed at the skin over his shoulder blades and moaned into his neck. Groaning, Harry fell back onto the couch and letting me take the control that I wanted. For the first since I met Harry, there was a look of almost pain in his expression and I was worried I had taken it too far in my sudden burst of sexual confidence. Slowing my hips down, I stroked Harry's sweat glistening cheek, "Harry I didn't I-"
His voice shaking, Harry shook his head, "Don't stop...Holy shit, Angel!" He moaned, lifting his hips to meet each thrust. "Please, Baby! Keep going!" The desperation in his voice, knotted every nerve in my body and lifted me higher into the state of pure euphoria.
"You like this, baby?" I whispered, swaying my hips in circles and gripping his sweat covered shoulders for support, "You want me to keep going?" The question was rhetorical, as I began thrusting into his hips with as much power as I could handle and fighting my own orgasm that was looming over my body.
"Yes! please!" Harry pleaded, gripping at my hips to quicken the already painful pace and throwing his head back against the couch.
Gasping, I felt Harry twitch inside of me and before I could even attempt to resist the urge, I fell over the edge and into the aching sensation of my own orgasm. Gasping for air, I leaned forward and rested my head on Harry's chest.
Our relationship had changed forever tonight...Our feelings for one another had changed forever tonight...but the way he made my body feel...that would never change.
