I let him take control of my body, his fingers teasingly leading up my arms and to my face. His large hands hold my face, giving warmth to my chilled smooth skin. His breath is hot, and smells of beer and lingering sweetness. He avoids my mouth, moving his lips to my neck and slowly trailing down, biting just above my collar bone. I wince, unaware if I like the feeling or not.
He brings my body closer to him, still teasing space between us.
"Tell me you want me." He whispers in my ear, and I'm hesitant. When I don't answer immediately, he bites my neck, hard.
"Tell me." His voice is stern.
"I want you." I whine, feeling his smile as he grabs ahold oh my hips, lifting me in to his arms, I subconsciously wrap my legs around him, feeling my dress squeeze my thighs due to my stretching. His lips meet mine, his tongue hungry, moving against mine like a dance. He tastes good, he's warm, and his hand travels to my hair, yanking gently and releasing more curls from my messy pin up. My red lips stain his as he pulls away, resting me on the bed and hovering, as he pulls his shirt off, revealing the tattoos that I've curiously thought of.
His arms are strong, warm, and covered in random designs. I trace my hands over wings on his chest, admiring his beauty as he keeps his gaze on me.
He gently lays me down, keeping the gaze between us. My hearts throbs in my chest, and I hadn't noticed I'm literally shaking. Either due to cold or nervousness.
He leans down, gently pecking a kiss on my lips. His hand reaches the end of my dress, tugging up to the start of my underwear. His hands travel to the inside of my thighs, tracing circles, causing a buildup of a pressure in my stomach and goosebumps to rise on my arms.
This is it, this is where he takes me, where he gives me the lesson of a lifetime. Why am I so scared? All I can think of is his repetitive words "don't fall for me". My body is enjoying his touch, the taste of his tongue, and the tingling he's building up in my stomach, but I want to scream, I feel I'm suffocating, as I feel my heart throb, telling myself it's all for the sex.
But I keep going, I enjoy the moment, I enjoy as his hand lays over the middle of my underwear, lightly rubbing and leaving his other arm around my neck, his gaze never leaves mine. I can see his softness, the same gentle green from the night at the ice rink.
"Oh Nicole, what are you doing to me?" His head tilts, almost upset as he says the words. I grab his face, bringing his kiss to me and unbuckling his pants.
"What are you doing?" He stops the kiss, looking into my eyes and loosing the gentleness, but still quiet. He shakes his head.
"Not tonight, I'm just showing you how good it can feel." His hand slides into my underwear, the warm of his fingers running up and down, in and out of me. I feel free, completely carefree of the openness, the amount of trust I'm giving Harry. I'm opening myself to him, I'm letting him take control.
I can't help the moan that escapes my lips, this feeling incredible, something I'd never expect to feel so good. The pressure in my stomach continues to build, and my breathing increases, my legs buckle, but Harry pushes my legs farther apart, increasing his speed as he pumps the inside of me. My mind is fogged, my breathes stuck in my chest and my mouth in a constant O.
"Your so wet, Nicole. Your so fucking warm." I can't form words, all I do is nod. A tingling feeling runs down my spine, and pressure in my stomach pushes down my pelvis. My breathing is fast and short, my back arches, as I begin to feel a tingling sensation, replacing the pressure in my stomach as it shoots down in between my legs.
"Harry...I think I'm.."
"Say my name..I want to feel you cum." My legs begin to shake, as his speed is miraculous, his fingers dancing in and out of me, rubbing deep within me.
I can't control the cries that comes from my mouth. I listen to what I'm told, calling Harry's name in between pants. My legs shake, wetness builds in between my legs, and my vision blurring for a slight moment.
"Congratulations, you've had your first orgasm."
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Shortly after, Harry throws his shirt over his head, and went back upstairs, leaving me half naked on his bed.
I felt used, but wasn't sure if I could call it that, since it was only one sided. I'm still short of breathe, and I begin to feel cold instead of incredibly hot.
I look around the ground, trying to find my underwear. I lift the sheets off the ground, look around the bed and under my dress, but can't seem to find them. I sign, sliding my dress down and looking myself in the mirror. My hairs a mess, but looks like it was intention with my hairstyle. My face is blushed, and I see an odd glow, making me second guess if something has physically changed in me.
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I go back up the stairs shortly after, continuing to pull down my dress as I'm self paranoid at the loss of my underwear. The crowd is loud, and the bottles of alcohol are nearly empty. I glance at the clock, seeing it's 10 minutes to midnight.
Harry's sitting with my brother, and a group of girls. People scream with excitement, as the clock continues to tick. I can't help but become nervous, as I sit by myself by the coffee table.
Do I kiss someone?
Is Harry going to kiss one of the girls? I can't help but feel uncomfortable, as my gaze just stays on him. I attempt to kind Lou, but he's no where to be found. I walk out onto the lawn, dialing the cabs number back and texting Lou that I'm leaving. As the countdown begins at 50, I block it out, returning to the feeling Harry gave me and the confusion I feel.
30, 29, 28
It's something I want to keep feeling, something that I never want to stop feeling.
20, 19, 18..
Only I want to have that feeling, I want Harry to only give me that feeling.
10, 9, 8...
The count down grows louder, but I can't hear them, as I repeatedly think of the same question.
Is that so selfish? Could I be enough for Harry? Is it so much to ask for only him, to give me the feeling, and me be the only one he gives it to?
I push the feeling away, as I step into the cab and give my address, leaving behind the flashes of lights and the lingering sounds of cheers.
Happy new year...
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Polar Opposites
Fanfiction"Let's help each other out. I have a proposition you can't resist." Nicole's patience is tested by Harry, while her emotions are drowned in experiencing first love.
