He lay on top of me again and began rubbing me through my panties. I felt myself become more excited at his touch, and even more so when I felt his erection growing longer and harder against me. I let out a satisfied groan as the heel of Harry’s gorgeously talented hand grinded against my throbbing heat. His fingers clung to the sides of my panties and he pulled away from the kiss looking for my permission to continue on with what he was planning to do. I rolled my hips upward so he could easily remove my lacy undergarment while whispering to him, “It’s okay”. He rapidly removed my panties and threw them to the side of the bed. He kissed the area below my breasts and trickled butterfly kisses down my abdomen and stopped just before he was able to kiss my lower lips. I grunted in frustration, needing my most delicate parts to be touched by Harry. He ran his finger up my slit as I squirmed beneath him before he slipped his long index finger inside of me, sending a long-anticipated shiver of pleasure crawling up my back. I looked down at Harry between my legs, but was surprised by his expression: eyebrows were knitted while a mixture of confusion and concern was plastered on his face.
“Del…have you done this before?” I was breathless, trying to find words to ease his mind of whatever it was that his face was emoting. I found it a Herculean effort in trying to concentrate on formulating a response while Harry’s amazing finger was still situated in my core.
“Um, yeah, I have. I think the source of the confusion on your face is due to the fact that I haven’t done this in well over a year”. I laughed a bit to myself, wondering why I thought this was a good idea in the first place. I let my hormones and alcohol get the best of me this time, rather than my reason. As I was considering putting my clothes back on and leaving Harry’s flat despite utter embarrassment I would face as a result, he unexpectedly began to pump that gloriously long finger in and out of me. I released a low groan in satisfaction, encouraging him to do more to me.
“I’ll be gentle, love,” he said as he carefully slipped a second finger into my dripping heat. I groaned in response, loving the feeling of his fingers working their magic within me. He began to separate his fingers inside of my sex in a scissoring motion, trying to create some space for his presumably large member. This felt so inexplicably amazing, but I wanted Harry to loosen up a bit and stop being so concerned about hurting me.
“Harry?”
“Yeah, love?”
“I’m not afraid of your fingers. Your fingers aren’t going to hurt me,” I said as I pulled his fingers from my wetness and put them to my lips, slowly slipping them into my mouth and tasting the sweet flavors of my sex. I grazed my teeth again his skin and ran my tongue along his fingers as I pulled them from my mouth, causing Harry to shudder and bite his lower lip in response. I sat up, wrapping my legs to my side, gripping Harry’s shoulders and lightly rubbing them.
“However, I am a bit nervous about not so little Harry,” I stated blatantly giggling nervously, but trying to seem cute as I gestured toward the apparent bulge in his black boxers. Harry chuckled about my choice of name for his member.
“Not so little Harry? I like that; it’s different,” he said while smiling and poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue in a seemingly pensive manner.
“Even if I take it slowly, I’m still afraid I’m going to hurt you,” he said while looking down, seeming a bit ashamed that his desire to feel my virgin-like tightness around him was overcoming his chivalric morality. I wrapped one arm around his neck to fiddle with his curls and used my other hand to cup his jaw and gently pull his face up to mine. His eyes looked conflicted; an inner turmoil of decisions churning in his mind that was transpiring to his facial expression. While his green eyes still held their lustful hue, they seemed to appear more childlike than before; more innocent and less animalistic. I soothingly stroked the side of his face, assuring him that it was okay to let his lust take over in this situation. I wanted him to know that I really wanted it too.
