Broken

Chapter 32

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I arched my back, letting him unclip my bra and drop it to the ground. His fingers slid down my lips, all the way down to my chest. I slipped my hands down his back, pulling his briefs below his hips.

"If it hurts...tell me okay?" he whispered in my ear.

I nodded, squeezing his hand tight. My stomach was doing front flips inside me, I had never felt this nervous about it before. He moved closer to my body, pulling my thighs apart slightly. My knees squeezed his hips, taking a deep breath and sucking in the tight knot in my chest, "you ready?"

I nodded again, squeezing my eyes tightly shut. I heard him breath in too, his nails digging into my knuckles. He pushed into me, slowly this time and making me moan with satisfaction.

"Fuck," I breathed, squeezing his hand even tighter, the tips of my fingers turning white.

"You okay?" he asked, his cheek rubbing against mine.

"I'm fine," I sighed, my toes curling, "just...don't stop."

He moaned my name, coming undone. I watched his eyes flutter shut as he threw his head back, my heels digging into his legs.

"I love you," he breathed before kissing my lips.

I whimpered into his mouth as our lips parted, the slow thrusting inside me making my insides jolt.

"Harry? Harry, try going...a little faster?" I gasped, wanting to experiment.

He looked down at me and smiled anxiously,

"Are you sure your ready?"

I nodded enthusiastically," just try?"

He bit his lip but did so anyway, his teeth sinking into my neck. My hand slammed against the window which had steamed up from our heavy breathing and sweaty bodies. I moaned loudly, yanking at his hair and moving my hips upwards to relive myself.

" How...how was that?" he asked breathlessly.

I couldn't speak. My heart was thumping with excitement, my groans and whimpers doing all the talking. He laughed in my ear softly, continuing the pace and letting my body get used to it.

"Harry!" I cried, scraping my nails all the way down his back. He gasped and kissed me softly, his lips pink and swollen.

The clamy air suffocated me, my thighs felt sore and bruised. But part of me wanted to keep going, my head telling me to stop. His soft moans and whimpers crushed me, just listening to them made me shake.

"Kristen..." he whispered, slowing down slightly.

"What? Whats wrong?" I managed to piece together.

"Nothing...I'm just-"

"I know, me too," I breathed.

He stopped moving completely, his hair damp from his sweat. My body felt slippery, the car smelling of testosterone. His body moved away from mine, releasing me and leaving my body feeling like I had lost a limb.

I breathed a sigh of relief that I hadn't bled again, Harry sitting upright and gasping for breath.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

I nodded and squeezed his hand, brushing the other through my hair.

"I'm fine," I breathed.

He pulled his briefs back on, I was still scared to move. His arms moved under my back, lifting me gently so I could look at him.

"I love you Kristen," he whispered, kissing my lips, his hands riding up my spine.