Polar Opposites

Chapter 44

Nicole's POV---

Love. Its an incredible thing.

You can feel it, see it, and almost taste it.

My excitement is indescribable, and my patience is close to none.

Harry is hypnotizing. The way he smiles, the way he tastes, the way he smells. From the minute I saw him, I wanted to taste his lips. I can describe them perfectly. They are slightly dry, but are plump and so soft. The way they linger down my neck, how he moistens them when he smiles, and how my lip easily slide against them.

I lay on his bed, admiring him as he stands over me. His hair is a mess, his lips are red, and his eyes are focused on mine.

I let me skin rub against the cold blanket, and hold my arms out to him as an infant begging for attention. He reaches for the hem of his shirt, easily pulling it over his head and throwing it to the ground.

I hadn't noticed the difference in his room. It was one gloomy and dirty, while now it has open windows and a clean floor, other than the tshirt he just removed.

The room no longer smells of weed, but resembles Clorox and a candle. He leans down, letting the weight of his body rest on mine. He's already sweating, and I'm itching for him to remove my clothes.

His inked skin brings heat between my legs and swooning to my chest. His inked skin contradicts with my clean, and the smell of his cologne brings weariness to my knees.

"Holy shit I've missed you" I smile at his words, pushing him back slightly to look at him. His gaze is sincere, and his full attention is mine. I lean up slightly, connecting my lips with his. The warmth brings goosebumps, and I can't help my tongue from immediately entering his mouth. His familiar taste of mint lingers, and his aggression builds in the kiss, as his hands slide until the thin fabric of my shirt.

He teasingly glides his finger tips against my stomach, slowly meeting the wire of my bra. Our kiss stays connected, as he repeatedly rubs his hardened bulge against my sweet spot. I feel moisture build between my legs and I know by the tingling in my pubis I won't last much longer.

I push him to stand on his knees, pulling my shirt over my head, letting it fall to the floor with his. His arms immediately wrap around me, swiftly unhooking the clasp and letting my straps fall down my arms. He throws my bra, building to the pile of clothing. A chill hits my nipples, bringing sensitivity to the area.

He lays me down, starting a trail of kisses just behind my ear. His occasional nipping brings electricity to my body, and the moistening of his tongue brings me begging for more.

He lightly sucks on my nipple, while his hands fondles my other breast. My nipples are solid, obviously excited. 

My heart beat quickens as he slides himself down, little to no hesitation as he slides down my leggings, bringing my panties with them.

He's rough with the spreading of my legs, and immediate connection to my clit. I wince, taken back by the sudden explosion of satisfaction.

His name escapes my mouth often, as I run my fingers through his messy hair. His hands rest of my butt, each hand squeezing and shaking my cheeks as his mouth sucks and licks my sweet spots.

The way he's so gentle yet rough, amazes me as my vision blurs, and his tongue quickens. He occasional stops to slowly plant kisses, but I buckle my hips, brining him to laugh at my desperation.

I feel pressure build in my stomach, the familiar tingling, and the tickle to my spine. My legs begin to shake, my mouth stays in a O, and my vision glares.

I can't help the moan that escapes my lips as I scream his name. The feeling is so damn good, and continues for what feels like minutes. He stays on his knees as I finish, smiling over me as he unbuckles his jeans.

"You sure like to scream my name." I cover my face in embarrassment as he plants a kiss in the crook of my neck, letting his naked bulge rest against my hip. His warm excites me, and when he reaches across me into the bedside table, I know he's reaching for the foil package.

He has little to no hesitation putting it on, kissing me softly before leaning himself down, guiding himself in me and letting out a moan.

There's slight pressure, but nothing compared to the first time. The pain is bearable, but uncomfortable. His weight is held up on his shoulders, and he rests him face in my neck, his hot breath heating my neck as he quickens his pace, his enjoyment obvious in his moans and racing heartbeat against my bare chest. I leave my arms wrapped around his neck, keeping myself as close to him as possible.

"Fuck Nicole I love you." I smile as I feel his body tense and his moans release.

He rest his body on mine, letting himself recover from his euphoria.

I appreciate his comfort, the way he holds me and gives me the connection I've always wanted, the connection I missed the night he left me.

"This should have been our first time." He looks up, giving me a guilty look. He lets out a sigh, nodding his head slowly before resting a hand on my cheek, sadness in his eyes.

"We can pretend it was?"

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"Have you seen my phone?" I pick his pillows up, pushing my hair from my face. I walk in just my underwear and tshirt, ignoring him removing his condom.

He shakes his head, throwing the rubber in the trash and grabbing a handful of tissues. I continue to walk around his room, getting annoyed at my misplacing.

He eventually stops me, wrapping his arms around me and planting kisses on my head.

"You're a distraction" I smiles as I push him away, bending over and pulling up my leggings.

"Let's go upstairs and check." I nod, letting him lead the way to the kitchen.

I start walking to the stairs, when I hear notice from the kitchen. I grab Harry's shirt, causing him to trip and almost fall. He turns, giving me a 'what the fuck' look.

"Your mother's awake! What if she heard us!?" I whisper my words. He starts to laugh, much louder than I was talking. I smack his arm, stopping him form turning away from me. He obviously doesn't care, but I do. I worry about the way she views me. It's disrespectful to be in a room with a boy, let alone moaning his name for the whole house to hear.

I feel my cheeks flush and my anxiety rise as Harry opens to door, but the kitchen is barren, and the house is quiet. I worry I scared her out of the kitchen in attempt to avoid an awkward encounter, but push the though away at the block reading past midnight.

My phone vibrates from the counter, and I immediately walk over to it.

"Want some cereal?" I nod at Harry, giving him a smile before focusing my attention on my screen.

I'm confused when it continues to blow up. Voicemail after voicemail, text message after text message. I'm not a popular person, but tonight I sure am.

I unlock my phone to see 30 texts, mostly all from Lou. I'm overwhelmed with the texts, and unable to click anything without something else coming in. When I go to click on a text, my phone starts to ring.

Harry sits at the table, pushing the bowl over to me. I turn, giving up a finger to hold on.

Lou's mom's name lights on my phone, and I can't help but become confused as to why she's calling me, this late especially.

"Who is it?" Harry asks with a mouth full of Recees puffs.

"Hello?" I hear sniffles on the other end and heavy breathing.

"Nicole, oh thank God. Have you seen Louis?" She sounds flustered, and my heart begins to race.

"Uhm, not since this morning. Why, what's wrong?" I take a seat, Harry noticing my worry.

"It's Richard, he passed away this afternoon."