"Anything else?"
"Nope."
"Are you sure?"
"Mhm." I nod my head up and down before Harry shuts off the lights in my bedroom.
We're gonna cuddle and watch some movies on TV, that was basically our original plan for the night anyways.
I lay under the blankets as Harry pulls his shirt from above his head and tosses them to the side with his jeans. His body is to die for.
He joins me under the blanket and I lift my head automatically because I know he's gonna place his arm under it.
"You're so cold." I tell him as I wrap my arm around his chest.
"You're so warm," he laughs "get on top of me. Be my blanket."
I laugh at his words and actually go along with them, laying my body completely on his, stomach to stomach.
"Better?" I ask against his chest.
"Yes." He brings his right arm to my back and slowly rubs up and down.
With my body laying on his almost naked one, I'm a little nervous but there's nothing to be nervous about. Except the fact that I can feel him by my thigh.
My mind gets the best of me as I get curious.
I lift my body with my two hands and place them on the sides of his chest and he slowly removes his arm from my back as it rises.
"You okay?" He laughs as I place kisses around his chest.
"I can't kiss my boyfriend?"
"You most certainly can."
I get butterflies when I call him 'my boyfriend.' Just the thought that he's mine, all mine, gets me going. And I'm his. Only his.
His cold skin starts to get warmer under my touch and I look up at him and his eyes are closed.
I kiss around the butterfly tattoo on his chest, one of my favorites.
"I love this one." I mumble as I place a few pecks on the inked skin.
"I know you do." His voice is raspy.
I bring my head lower and kiss around his stomach, lips brushing against some of the hair from the trail leading to the inside of the briefs.
"I wanna try something." I say against his skin.
"Like what?"
I don't know if he has any idea about what's going on in my mind but he's not naive.
I feel that I trust him enough, as well as myself, to pleasure him sexually for the first time. He's touched me so many times, I don't know if I can count on two hands anymore. I don't regret one single time and that's a good thing.
"I wanna make you feel good." I left my head and get on my knees in between his opened legs.
"Baby," the air got serious quickly. "You don't have to."
"I know, but I want to." I bite my lip unsure of what his reaction will be.
The fact that I want to, I want him, makes me question my love for him. I think I actually do love him. I love how we are, I love how we talk, I love how he makes me feel. I love how he is and how he speaks. I love his thoughts and the way he moves. I love everything I know about him. I don't think I would change anything. I don't want to change anything. I love him.
But maybe it's too soon to tell? I don't wanna tell him and scare him away. Even though a little over a month isn't too long, our relationship is like non other. I've never seen anyone like us. We just click.
