Chapter 38 - Closer
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Catching Feelings- Justin Bieber
Stephie's POV
Harry's hands slowly and temping, trace my collarbones and then he pulls my chin up, our lips connected. And my body moving along. Until the back of my head hits the headboard.
His hands coming between my thighs and spreading them, apart. Where now he stands on his knees.
He is fast to break the contact of our lips and then his head moves down to my neck and then lingers further down till I feel his breath over my bare stomach, he lightly presses wet kisses down my naked body.
My hands gripping tightly at the sheets.
I don't know what kind of a expression is forming on my face, but hell to it. I don't think it will be any attractive and the weird tingling in my lower region is foreign. I know this is what happens when something like this is happening. I've see enough amount of porn to know it.
Harry's breath I feel on my lower belly, way down my belly button. And I know that it's time I can't let him lead anymore.
"Ha.. Harry?" I manage to whisper, keeping up with the amount of things happening right now.
I open my eyes when I no more feel the contact of his skin against mine. I find him, a little above me and crawls up beside me.
"Hmm?" He arches his brows and takes my hand in his. I move up slightly, giving him a half smile in response and snuggle into his chest. Our locked hands resting on my thigh.
Everything goes silent and I focus on Harry's breathing.
I know there was coming a day when we were actually move ahead from just being intimate. I just returned from Florida yesterday and already too much is happening for me to take in. The school. Harry telling me that he likes me. And now this. And adding to this is that if we actually are proceeding in our relationship so fast, I don't know how close sex will take me for granted. I think Harry's too good and experienced is all of that. And I'll just be a fucking amateur. And sex means, him knowing about the fact that I self harm. And I absolutely am not ready for that.
"I'm sorry." Harry's voice snaps me out of my thoughts. I look up to him and he wraps an arm around my waist and then presses a kiss to my bare shoulder. He's too good in all this. Too good. He knows how to make a girl feel beautiful and I don't blame why so many of the girls in our school that like this boy, who feel jealous when they saw us together today.
"Why?" I slightly stammer. I don't know why.
"Am I.. Am I going too fast?" Our eyes meet again and I find nothing but guilt in his right now sparkling green orbs. He lightly flickers his stare down.
"No," I squeeze his hand, "you're not."
He smiles weakly and then rests his head on top of mine.
I wriggle out of his grip and get up after some seconds.
"Where you goin'?"
I don't answer him but turn all the nights in the room off and just let the night lamp let on.
He pulls me back on the bed again and we lay down, our chests facing each other.
It's not fair, he still has his shirt and pants on while I'm here in just a pair of clothes that hardly cover my body.
It's really strange that I feel so confident around him.
I want to feel his skin, the warmth. And I'm getting super horny..
I sneak my hands into his shirt from behind and lock my hands behind him, pulling him somewhat closer.
Some part of his chest now touches mine. But I want more. The whole of it.
It takes my everything not to pull he back when he frantically gets up and I watch in awe he lifts his tee shirt over his head and then strips down form his pants.
I feel a shameful and sly smile creeping up. I turn back and hide my head in the pillow. Shit, it's embarrassing.
Harry slips back with me, his finger tracing down my back in straight lines. And passing down hardcore shivers.
"Stephie?" I finally look back at him.
"Yeah?" I smile again. What the fuck? Why am I even smiling so much!
"I want you lifting that up next time." He smirks and pulls me into him again.
"Oh-okay." I stammer. Mixing up two responses.
My cheeks heat up and I bite my lip hard. He didn't even say anything dirty or filthy but I just got really turned on by that.
Harry Styles, you just stop it there, right now!
My fingers find their way to the tattoo made on his chest and traces it. Finding it very interesting all of a sudden.
"Steph?"
"Hm?"
"Are you cold?"
"Na, uh."
I continue to trace down on the ink and when I look up at him, he's staring at my breasts. I ignore him momentarily and trace the ink on his arm. When I get too anxious I say, "You know, it's rude to stare."
I hope that didn't just sound rude.
"You have a birth mark on your boob." He pauses, "How the hell can you expect me not to stare?"
I look down, feeling exposed, and then get up. I adjust my bra and then grab Harry's shirt that is laid between us. And then pull it down my chest.
His eyes never left my body and he knows that I'm watching him, still his gaze remains highly focused.
"Your hoodie is kept right there, to tell." he says, resting his head on one of his palms.
"I like wearing your clothes." I bite my lip and snuggle back again. This time an erection poking me in the leg. Leading me to lightly chuckling to myself.
"Too sad I can't wear yours. Won't fit me know?" I laugh and he joins in. Me lightly smacking him on the arm.
"Shut up." I smile and he pulls me closer.
The comfortable silence settling in again.
His body is hot against mine it just feels perfect, right now.
"Turn around, I want to spoon you." He says and starts to gently turn me around but I shake my head.
"No, you're warm." I complain, "My house, my rules."
"Okay, ma'am!" He throws fake enthusiasm and then yawns.
"Goodnight." I say to him and shift up until I meet his lips. I press mine to his and then go back to snuggle into him.
"Goodnight." he rubs my back and I breathe in his scent, "Dream about me."
"Cheesy." I smile into him and press my lips to his torso and then my eyes flutter close, feeling protective around him.
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(I'm sorry for the late updates I'm doing these days but I just can't find the time :( my exams are near and I can't just. I won't lie but there'll be a update in two weeks. It can be earlier but I don't guarantee. I'm so sorry but I can't just ignore my studies. Sorry. I feel so bad myself but there is hardly time.)
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