Dour et Doux

Chapter 3

Your mind swirled with the possibilities of what he just suggested. You were still a little high off of being able to take all of him and his taste, and now he was offering you your wildest dreams come true. You'd dreamt of his perfect, rose lips and masterful tongue on you for years. It was the source of multiple soiled sheets and now you're here getting to experience it for real. Last night was just a taste of what you'd wanted for so long and you didn't hesitate to tort back "hope you're hungry." Harry groaned and swiftly picked you up and spun, setting you on the counter. You squealed at the chill of the basalt marble counter on your ass through his boxers. He looked at you darkly and you felt as though, in that instant, every thought, hope, dream, and fear was visible to him through your eyes. He tugged on the shorts and you lifted to help him. You subconsciously tucked your knees together as he removed the piece of clothing. "Don't be shy now." You blushed and slowly opened them. Harry looked down at your core hungrily and ran his hands up your legs. He bent down and left a trail of wet kisses up your inner thigh and you shivered at the feel of his velvety lips. He bit gently and then soothed the mark with his tongue and you knew this wouldn't take long. You were soaking wet already and as he ran one finger through your folds, you gripped the countertop at the juxtaposition of his soft, warm hands and the icy, hard metal of his rings. His fingers deftly explored you as his mouth trailed down the other side. He finally reached your center and you bit your lip as he kissed you and then spread your legs wider and began to allow his tongue to venture out and trace along you. You let out an involuntary whimper when he circled your clit and teased your entrance with his finger. He paused and looked up at you with a devilish grin on his face. "Want something Love?" You whined and arched your hips up "Just do it please" you begged. Harry smirked and dipped back down, sliding his finger into the knuckle. You gasped and arched your back slightly. His tongue began to work your clit again and he added another finger, but kept them still. You tried to roll your hips against him for the much needed friction, but he easily pinned them down with his other arm. His tongue continued its assault and you moaned quietly. He paused and lifted once more. "No need to be quiet pretty girl. No one can hear you but me." His permission, that you were unaware you needed, was all it took for you to show him just how much you were enjoying his touch. He smirked against you and began to pump his fingers inside of you. The friction you had been aching for was much needed and you could feel your body react to him. Harry continued giving attention to your clit and pumped faster, slamming into your Gspot with each thrust. You felt the vaguely familiar intensity building in your stomach. "Fuck Harry, right there." He heeded your words and continued his reverent onslaught on you. The tension continued to build as you were at the mercy of Harry's expert tongue and fingers. Suddenly, you felt the complete, overwhelming rush of pleasure and your mind went completely blank. You writhed in his grip as he continued to pump you through your release. You felt a tingling sensation spread to each limb and fill your head with dizzying intensity. As you came down from your high, Harry removed his fingers and delved his tongue into you, lapping up your cum. Your still, sensitive center reacted instantly to the new sensation and he picked up on your body's desire. He began to rub your clit with his thumb and worked your entrance with his tongue. The combination sent you over the edge again in a matter of seconds. He finished cleaning your center at the end of your high and then stood to his full height again. You laid shakily on the counter until he pulled you into his arms. You looked up at him breathlessly as he stared down at you proudly. His lips were swollen and bright and his eyes slightly, glassed over. His husky voice and smirk pulled you from your stupor. "I don't know about you, but I worked up quite the appetite."

You were completely unaware of how his mind managed to switch to food so quickly. To be honest, you weren't sure if you were ever going to recover from this moment. Before you even had a chance to speak and tell him that food wasn't really forefront in your mind at the moment, Harry was taking you in his arms and carrying you across the room. He set you gently on a chair and turned to gather breakfast. He made a heaping plate, including the cold fruit that began this detour in the first place and poured the both of you some juice and carried everything to the table. You looked at him curiously as he sat down. He leaned back in his chair and patted his lap. You frowned slightly and remained seated. His gaze darkened and he cleared his throat. "Pretty sure that was a clear instruction." You searched your mind trying to comprehend this man before you. At moments he was so nurturing and in those moments, you were certain you were truly falling for him. However, at times, he could get so dark and dominative. Admittedly, it was hot, but the mood switches were confusing. He grabbed your hand and tugged gently. You stood slowly. You wanted to see where this was going. You stepped over and he pulled you into his lap. You perched gingerly and he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close. You wrapped your hand around the nape of his neck and tangled your fingers in those curls you adored so much. Harry smiled up at you and kissed your nose. The two of you ate quietly off of the plate he prepared, simply enjoying each other's company. After you finished, he kissed your shoulder gently and rubbed your hip softly. "Can I tell you something pretty girl?" The sincerity in his voice made you tense slightly and turn to look at him. His eyes were boring into yours with such intensity, his brows furrowed in thought, and his cheeks were slightly flushed. "What is it Harry?" He took a deep breath and reached up to stroke your cheek with his other hand. "I've never felt this way before. I've been fighting these feelings because it seems too soon and I don't want to mess this up. The timing is terrible because I don't want you to think this is just because of the last 12 hours. I've only known you for a few weeks and yet you're all I think about. I don't want to just shock you with this, but I can't hold it in anymore. My work makes it hard for me to let anyone in, but you've got me hooked. So I've been putting off traveling for much longer than my management is pleased with. I'm going to have to leave soon. I couldn't bear the thought of going without telling you just how I feel, hoping you'll be here when I return. I'm not expecting an answer from you, I just need you to know that I'm in this for real." Your mind was filling with red alarms as his honeyed words flowed out of his pert, deep-pink lips. Your mouth was agape as you listened, and your heart sunk to your toes. Before this, you had been able to keep your own feelings at bay. You had been able to squash down your thoughts because no way could Harry Styles ever feel the same about you. But now. All those ignored feelings came rushing forward and threatened to spill from your lips. To prevent anything that you would immediately regret, you crashed your lips in his. After a few moments, your body and heart overtook your brain and pulled away. Your brain screamed at you to stop; to not ruin it, it was too soon, you aren't at that point yet, do not say it. But nothing could stop you. "Harry, I love you too." He looked up at you, his eyes wide. "You what?"