Curls [H.S. A.U.]

Curls: Chapter 7

Harry

Warning: entire chapter is sexy time. skip if you're uncomfortable. I'll double update so even if you skip you still have something to read. enjoy ((;

Take her. She insists that I take her. I've never had a partner so willing on the second date. I don't even bring up the topic of sex until at least the sixth date. Sex makes me uncomfortable. Sex means commitment, and I take that seriously.

I pull Arabella off me, slightly stunned that she called me Hazza. Nobody has ever called me that before.

"Are you on the pill or do I need to grab a condom?"

She pushes me further down onto the couch so I'm fully lying down. Her lips graze the shell of my ear. "Fully covered. Can't get pregnant for another few months. Implant in my arm."

Her sentences are choppy and I like it. I wind my arms around her waist to bring her down on me.

Imagine if Louis walks in with Zayn. The two would scream, effectively scaring away my lover.

I don't think Louis has seen breasts since he was a newborn.

My hands seem large compared to hers, but as they slide down her body and cup her bottom perfectly. She doesn't seem intimidated. In fact, it's quite the opposite. She moans softly into my ear.

"Harry--."

"No," I huff, "call me Hazza again."

She moans again at the feeling of my hands kneading the soft flesh of her butt. "Hazza, touch me."

One of my hands slide up her shirt, the coolness of my palms causing her to shiver. What a sight.

Once my fingertips reach her bra clasp she sits up. I watch as she slides her Def Leppard t-shirt off and I continue to watch as she unclasps her plain, white t-shirt bra and toss it somewhere with her shirt.

I must have a thing for girls with small breasts. She has the perfect size for me to just manipulate.

She cheeks blush a light pink. "I know I'm small in the chest department. B-Cups aren't--."

"You're beautiful," I gasp once I am able to speak. I pick her up and immediately her legs wrap around my waist, her hands hold into my biceps. Slowly I make my way to my bedroom. I softly set the beautiful, half naked girl down on my foam mattress. "You're beyond anything I've ever seen."

Her curls are fanned out on my pillow. How is someone so marvelous in my bed?

She giggles, the top of her nose matching her cheeks. "Why are you looking at me like that? C'mere, I don't want to be the only naked one."

I crawl over her and she pulls my shirt off effortlessly. I dip down to press another kiss to her lips. Her arms once again wrap around me to crush my chest onto hers. This time is different though; her breasts smash against me now, and the feeling is far superior than when we were fulling clothed.

Her pelvic bone smashes with mine, awakening everything below the equator.

What a vixen!

"Hazza if you don't take the rest of my clothes off I might die." I chuckle against her lips before sitting up. We work on getting rid of the rest of our clothing quickly. She reaches for my boxers but I freeze. She looks at me through her eyelashes. "What's wrong?"

I shake my head. "It's ridiculous. I just have to tell you. . ." She strokes the left side of my face softly, encouraging me to continue. I lean into her touch subconsciously. "I'm not the biggest guy around."