Only You {h.s}

Chapter Seventeen*

Harry's POV

"I'm yours," she breathes.

Hearing those words fall out of her pretty little mouth ignites something in me. I move back against a wall and pull her onto me, straddling my hips. Meredith grinds down onto my crotch unexpectedly and I can't help but moan.

I put my hands on her hips; slowly letting them slip down to her ass, and move her body against mine. The soft whimpers leaving her mouth just reminds me of the things I want to do to her that she isn't ready for yet.

"Harry?" she pulls away.

"Hmm?"

"I want to, um," she trails off nervously.

Oh god, did I push her too far? I feel a pit forming in the bottom of my stomach.

"You want to what?"

"I want to make you feel good," she says softly with a pink tint to her cheeks.

If I wasn't hard before, I definitely am now. I let out a low groan.

"Babe, are you sure? You don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with."

She shakes her head.

"I want to."

Mer looks between me and the bulge in my pants. Her delicate hand moves closer to it, brushing over my thigh in the process. Her fingers lightly touch my clothed length. She looks up at me with her big doe eyes.

"I don't really know what to do," she says slowly, with her hand still gently moving over me. Her innocence f.ucking kills me.

"Just do whatever feels right, angel."

She unbuttons my pants and I shift a little to help her pull them down. My erection is even more prominent in my tight boxers. Her eyes stay focused on it as she pulls down the fabric with shaky hands.

I am basically lying down at this point, just barely propped up enough by the wall so that I can see her actions. My c.ock lies against my stomach, aching to be touched.

"It's so big," she whispers to herself.

She wraps her soft hand around it, looking in fascination. I would laugh at the expression on her face if she didn't have her hand on my d.ick.

"Teach me," she says so softly, I think I'm hearing things. She looks up at me expectedly, swiping her thumb against my tip, making me shudder.

"Teach me, Daddy."

I could've came right there. I close my eyes, needing to contain myself. I wrap my hand round the base of my c.ock and stroke it a few times.

"Open," I rasp.

Meredith obeys, bringing her mouth to it and licking around the head. She places her tiny fist around me, right above where my own hand is. My breath hitches when she wraps her plump lips around the tip, sucking gently and swirling her tongue.

I let go to see where she takes it. She keeps a slow pace of sucking and licking. I moan when she begins to fit more of me in her mouth.

"That's it baby, see how much you can take."

Meredith pulls away momentarily to take a breath. She puts me back in her mouth, bobbing her head a few times, taking more and more of my c.ock. Her hair falls around her face and so I take it into my fist, holding it. I don't force her down on me, but I do guide her a little.

I have to resist the urge to buck my hips up when I feel my tip hit the back of her throat. I thought for sure she would pull back up, but she doesn't. She just keeps going until her nose is pressed against me. I tip my head back and let out a loud moan, gripping her hair tighter.