More than Friends | HARRY STYLES FIC

Chapter 16

Harry's P.O.V

We hardly held it together as the cab guided us to my house through the shadow of the night.  Our fiery, unbreakable stares replaced words with silence, except for the muffled, lustful breath that escaped both of our lips. We remained apart, however, to avoid the shutter of flashing lights outside the car, as they desperately tried to catch us shed our inhibitions. Now, beneath the glow of street lights outside my window and the satin sheets of my bed, our hands explore each other's familiarity without hesitation. But it's different this time; each touch is sensual, not rough or dirty, like every time in the past.

"Take your shirt off, I want to look at you," Laura whispers, her gentle eyes staring into mine in a way that warms my body. 

I sit up so that I'm straddling her waist, undo the buttons on my shirt and throw it to the floor. Lying there in her panties, she watches me tremble as her fingertips trace the outline of the butterfly tattoo on my abdomen. I take her hand within mine and place it above her head while I use the other to part stray hairs from her face. I can't help but smile as I look at her.

"What?" she asks me, as my hand lands on her cheek.

"You make me happy."

She looks down and then back up at me, biting down on her lip in her usual irresistibly-innocent way.

"Every moment of genuine happiness that I have  has been because of you," she replies, thumb gently rubbing my hand.

Never one to be shy in a position of this sort, I find myself as nervous as I was the night I lost my virginity. The odd thing is that was years ago now and this isn't even the first time she and I have been together. 

I lean back over her, positioning my arms on either sides of her shoulders. I lower my lips until they meet hers, taking in their dampness. Her nails graze my back as my tongue glides across her bottom lip and into her mouth, moving in a sensual motion. She wraps her legs around my waist and presses her hips into me, and I grind myself against her. I hear a soft moan escape, as she runs her fingers through my hair.

I kiss down Laura's neck to her breasts. Her nipples harden as I suck on them, head tilted back, eyes closed. 

"You were teasing me tonight with these," I confess. The sight of them, erect like they are now, making an appearance through her silk dress almost made me lose control on the dance floor. "You have no idea how hard it is to resist you." 

"Then don't resist me," she half-moans. 

I leave a trail down her stomach, hovering above her pelvis momentarily as I slip off her black lace panties. Her back arches, and I lower myself between her legs and softly kiss her skin. I slip my tongue between her folds, tasting her pleasure on my tongue. I stroke it back and forth, in short-stiff motions, feeling myself grow even more aroused with each of her moans and shudders. 

The innocence of her delicate features temporarily disappears, as she pulls my hand up to her mouth. Her eyes watch me as she licks and then sucks on my index finger, wetting me enough to slide it in side of her. And I comply, finger pressed against her upper walls, gliding in-and-out in sync with my tongue. 

"Harry," she murmurs, hand gripping my hair, pushing my face into her more, while the other grips the bed. I feel her tighten up around my finger, bucking her hips forward. Her whimpers increase in volume and quantity, until finally her hips collapse and her eyes open.

Her icy eyes stare down into mine, as she exhales once more. "Take me, please."

Without hesitation, I tear off my trousers and pants, revealing my hardness. I line myself up with her entrance and then gently push in, leaning over top of her as I slowly thrust. Both of us are caught up in the moment, unable to look away from each other. It feels different this time, more like a true connection than fucking, perhaps even like 'making love.' I've never felt that before.