Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Thirty-Two

Sexual Content

Part Thirty-Two

A soft kiss of reassurance is placed to my lips before Harry resumes kissing around my hips. His lips start to move around my sensitive area, never touched by a boy before. His lips gently move around my bundle of nerves and cause my breathing to be hitched in my throat. Harry's tongue hesitantly slides around my clit, my eyes closing and my teeth tightening around my bottom lip. One of his hands lets go of mine, my hand gripping onto the comforter instead. One soft finger begins to rubs tiny circles on my swollen nub, his motions sending me into a euphoric state. After continuously brushing my nerve endings, his finger slowly enters me, a gasp escaping my throat and pain entering my body. I frown and squeeze my eyes tighter as he continues to move, the pain easing slowly as he moves carefully, almost kissing the pain away, My mind starts to spin and my body heat, Harry's motions causing me to close around him.

"Harry," I breathe, his tongue lapping my clit at a quickened pace. He keeps moving his finger and leaves a kiss to my stomach.

"You're about to come. You're safe; I got you."

He kisses my naval and keeps moving his finger, only to push a second one in. I moan and move my hand off the comforter, grabbing his hair, my other hand tightening around his as I reach my high. A small exhale leaves my lips, my body reaching its limit. Harry removes his fingers from my tender folds, gently kissing them in care. He brings his two fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean, making his eyes close. His body comes on top of mine, pecking my cheek, and down my jaw.

"You have no idea how amazing you taste," he whispers, his presence pushing up and leaving the bed. I close my eyes and try to relax my breathing. My feet are soon lifted up and I feel his hands place my underwear back on my body, his consideration clear in doing so. My body is then lifted up, his arms protectively wrapping around me. My eyes remain closed, the lids heavy and my body tired. Harry's hand pulls down the covers to the bed and he lays down on his back, my body resting on top of his. One of his hands leaves my back and pulls the comforter back over us, then grabbing the flannel throw and bringing it over us too. His arms wrap around me and one of his hands places on the crook of my neck, his lips on my ear as he whispers how well I did in my ear. Assuring me that I'm his and he's mine, he tells me he would never hurt me and will always be there for me.

I close my eyes and place my head in his neck, holding him to me tightly. The feeling of his long fingers running through my hair makes me relax, putting my faith in him completely.

"Why did you take me back?" he whispers, brushing his fingertips across my cheek, my eyes remaining closed. I bring one of my hands to grip his bicep and he kisses my jaw.

"Because I need you."

His actions seem to stop, unknowing how to deal with this type of situation. He's never experienced someone to care for and someone that cares for him. Our relationship is a mess but I wouldn't want it any other way. I raise my head up and move my forearms to rest on the bed next to his head.

"You are the only one who makes me feel like I'm important."

My whispers move closer to his lips, his head moving up and meeting my lips with his. I wrap my arms above his head and his tightly encircle my naked torso, holding me to a point of no escape. He needn't worry though; I don't want to leave.

My lips are moved with his in a slow, passionate pace, his lips gently caressing my own to show his understanding and commitment. I feel his hands grab hold of my shoulder blades, one moving more and cupping my face in his hand.