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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Harry's fingers wrap around the fabric of my panties and I gasp, unsure how I should react to a touch like that. Harry keeps his gaze on me, his dark green eyes never leaving mine as I get completely lost in the green forest hidden behind those eyes which causes me to lose focus on what's happening with my underwear and Harry.
I hold onto the couch with my hand as I constantly curse in my head while Harry starts tugging down my panties. I suddenly grasp his hand, stopping him from pulling them down and causing him to furrow his eyebrows at me, "Can they stay on?" I ask him, trying to sound the nicest possible and he rolls his eyes as he nods with his head.
"Any other wishes, White?" he asks and I shake my head as no before I let go of his hand and try to calm down and relax as much as possible, knowing how this will definitely not be comfortable for me in any possible way.
Harry's large fingers travel down, following the line of my panties and with his other hand he parts my legs and sits up a little while I just lay and observe him and his beauty. My breath gets stuck in my throat, along with my loud and fast beating heart as his fingers press against my clit, the thin fabric being the only think between his and mine skin.
All of a sudden, without a sign of warning, Harry pushes my panties on the side and puts his fingers into me. I arch my back, not because of the pain or anything, but because everything was going slow and I thought I'd at least get a warning.
"Ever done this yourself? Pleased yourself this way?" he asks, making me blush even more, causing the heat in my cheeks rise enough to make my whole face burn. Have I done it? Of course I have. I am a normal woman with regular urges, but it's a personal question that I do not want to answer and especially not to him.
"I'll take this silence as yes, White. Fuck, you keep on surprising me," his deep voice echoes the room, only making me more horny. I don't know what it is about the way he calls me, White, it turns me on in some twisted way. I don't even know why he calls me that way, but I'm not in a situation to think about that.
Harry pumps his fingers in and out, each time he brings them back in taking me one step closer to the edge. I close my eyes, wanting to enjoy the pleasure I get from his rough touch. He pushes his fingers in and out of my with so much energy, almost like he's getting rid of his rage like that. Then he places his other hand on my clit and stars rubbing it, circling on it and making me let out a moan out of my mouth. I tried keeping it in because I didn't know how would it sound like, but the pleasure is just too big and powerful for me to keep it inside.
Harry's actions somehow get faster and I tighten the grip I had on the sofa, as my mouth open wide due to his rough movements. It seems like he's never heard of a word tenderness, but I don't happen to care about it and actually enjoy in the roughness of his touch. It's obvious he does it with no love or care, but with just one intention and that is to please. I don't mind it though, because this is just what I need. Even though I cannot compare him with anyone when it come to situations like this, he's amazing. This could very easily be the best feeling I've ever felt.
