Insecure

'Cause I'm tired of the fake love, show me what you're made of*

Meant to be - Bebe Rexha ft. FGL

I awoke to kisses being placed all over my bare body. "Harry, the sun isn't even up." I mumble, he chuckles and shivers run through my body feeling his minty breath on my jaw.

"I want to get breakfast before we head out." He whispers. "But first I want a snack." He adds cheekily before tossing the blankets to the side and kissing down my body.

"Harry no we just-"

"Hey, that word isn't allowed for the next five days. I can't say no to you and you can't say no to me. Understand?" Harry says in an authoritative tone that makes my mind blur, I nod agreeing to his little deal before he smirks and continues his trail of kisses. I cry out as his tongue slides up my slit, I can feel Harry smirk against my core as my fingers tangle in his curls.

Harry spreads my thighs as open as they will physically go as he plunges his tongue deep into my core. Being sexual with him, even just the few days since we first had sex Friday, I've learned how much he loves to pleasure me especially knowing he's the only one who has ever gone down on me.

He loves being the only one to bring me such immense pleasure with no pain, no controlling shit. 

Harry moans against my core and my fingers tug at his hair as shock waves rip through my body and I come undone against his tongue. He places soft kisses against my folds and then thighs as I come down from my high before kneeling between my lets and sitting back on his heals. I furrow my brows in confusion as he bites his lip, he grips my hips firmly and pulls me onto his lap before sinking his length into me as I moan his name. His muscular arms ripple as he holds up my weight while moving me up and down his shaft.

"You're so beautiful Sara." Harry whispers as he gazes into my eyes, I've never felt more loved then this moment. Not by my parents, not by my sister and sure as fuck not by Michael. Even though we're having sex, something so primal and animalistic....

He makes me feel his love.

Another thing about living with Harry and in turn, living with three other sexually active guys. Harry NEVER tells me to be quieter, just the opposite actually. Pretty sure Emily and I had a moaning match the other night and let me tell you, I most definitely won.

A sheen of sweat washes over Harry's body as my second high climbs closer and closer, Harry hits an especially deep spot causing me to cry out as I come undone around him. "Fuck yes Sara." He groans, his eyes roll to the back of his head and he bites his lip as he thrusts into me mercilessly chasing his release.

My nails dig into his flesh as a wave of euphoria washes over me, Harry lets out a loud moan as he spills into me before kissing me gently. "I love you." He whispers as he presses his forehead against mine. 

Say it back Sara.

"I know." I whisper because I can't. Luckily Harry knows this and realizes that I know is as close as he'll get for a while. 

"You hungry now?" He asks with a soft smile and I nod. "Why don't you go take a quick shower while I get dressed and get the bike packed." He suggests and I furrow my brows.

"You aren't joining me?"

"No, I'll take a shower when we check into the hotel." He says as he lies me down, I whimper as he pulls himself from me before grabbing a towel for himself and one for me. "We'll leave in thirty minutes." He says before kissing me on the cheek leaving me kind of flabbergasted. 

What the hell?

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Harry-