Ella is, well she's a 20 year old virgin. Is she proud of that fact? Not really. For a good girl like she is, she wanted her first time to be with someone who knows what he's doing, no strings attached. You didn't expect that turn, huh? When Ella me...
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"Oh, God," I let out a groan as I pace across my living room. I cross my arms as I murmur something under my breath, words that don't even exist in English language or any other to be frank. I walk towards the bathroom to check my make-up and my whole self. My make-up is somehow okay, despite my sweating and me furrowing my forehead a little too much. I loose my ponytail, taking a few strands out and making it look messy and give the appearance of not caring too much.
"Shit!" I spit out when I notice a pimple above my eyebrow. I search for my concealer like a maniac, destroying the bathroom as I do so. When I finally find it, I put a good amount of it on the Satan's child then blending it and I repeat the process again until I'm satisfied with the coverage.
When I come back to living room, I check if everything's on place. I take the blanket I neatly folded before, and messily put it on the sofa so that it doesn't look like I cleaned a little for Harry when he comes. After realising that I am overthinking this too much, I sit down on the sofa and check my phone, seeing that it's already eight thirty. I can't keep my excited self sitting still and I run in the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water.
A possibility comes to my mind. What if he doesn't come? I'm actually surprised he agreed to come. But, then again, what man would refuse the chance of getting laid? No man really. And especially not Harry. I mean, he immediately agreed to come. Maybe he has a thing for teaching girls with no knowledge of sex about it, it probably gives him some kind of satisfaction. Maybe that's why he agreed to do this. If that is the reason behind it, I don't really want to know it because it makes me even more uncomfortable.
My heart skips a beat when I hear the doorbell ring. I close my eyes as I breathe in and out, hopelessly trying to calm myself down while I curse everything and everyone in my head. I stand up and start walking towards the door, feeling like each foot weights around hundred pounds. I check myself in the mirror that hangs in the hall before I open the door.
Harry stands there, leaned with his shoulder on the door frame with a smirk plastered on his flawless face, "Hello," I great him and he doesn't even respond, but just walks in the flat, passing by me as he does so. I close the door and sigh, mentally preparing myself for this.
"Nice place. Small, but nice," he comments and I raise my eyebrows, taken back by his comment. He walks into the living room and sits on the sofa, placing the blanket I sprawled across it, on the other side.
"Um, thanks," I awkwardly reply as I walk towards him and sit on the sofa, as further away as I can. He snickers at my action and I give him a glare he doesn't notice.
"You'll need to be less awkward around me, White. I don't bite," he says as he smirks at me and sits closer to me, the blanket between us being the only thing parting us except of the thin air between us, "Yet," he whispers as he moves his head closer to mine until his lips are so close to touching mine.
His lips suddenly roughly press next to my lips, stealing all the air from my lungs as they continue they way down my jawline, making me raise my head up for a little, just to give him more space. Harry's lips plant on my neck, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin and my breath gets stuck in my throat. At first, his kisses are gentle, sweet and so heavenly like. But, after a while they get more rough and he soon starts sucking in the skin of my neck, making me gasp and close my eyes. It burns for a while, but his hot tongue covers the burning effect.
