red white and blue// harry styles

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As I turn around as Harry strips down into his underwear showing his toned torso cover in tattoos along with his arm. He plops down on the mattress and pulls the overs onto his beautiful body. "Stay with me," suddenly his voice changes to dominate. "Turn off the light, come over here, and read me a bed time story."

I nod and shuffle back over to the bed taking a seat. "What do you want to hear?" He shrugs his shoulders in response, not giving me much to work with. "Alright well I don't know any bedtime stories..." Just like the last time his fingers find their way to my own, our finger tips brushing each other's hands, bringing a burning sensation to my skin. "I went to a concert last month, it was really fun. Concerts are my favorite thing There are a few others I want to go to coming up but I need to find someone to go with. I won't go alone that scares me too much." I lightly giggle off my words.

His fingers stop playing with mine, "I'll go to a concert with you."

My eyes meet his sparkling green ones, "You don't even know what type of concert."

"Doesn't matter."

"So you'd go to a modern pop concert with me?" I smirk challenging him.

"I can get into anything. Plus, I'd be going with you." My breath hitches in my throat as his body moves closer to mine. I can feel the heat of his skin radiating off to mine the closer he gets. After what seems like forever his lips slam into mine, surprising me. However, I quickly recover and kiss him back. My lips mold to his perfectly. His tongue grazes over my hi bottom lips asking permission of entry and I gladly accept parting my lips enough.

His hand moves to the back of my neck and the other to my waist to pull me down to him. Once I am flatly on the bed, his body moves to hover over mine, never breaking the kiss. His hands now caress both of my cheeks. My fingers have found their way to knot themselves in his hair.

His body presses into mine further causing me to feel the bulge quickly growing. I pull my hands from his hair and bring them down to the ban of his underwear, when he pulls back, "Have you..?" I quickly shake my head 'no' while gulping. "Do you, you know, want to?" He questions. I take too long to respond so he answers for me, "We'll try something else, okay babe?"

I nod my head while staying silent as he comes down to kiss me again. To be honest, I've never had sex. I've fooled around plenty, but I've never had full sexual intercourse.

"Tell me if you want me to stop." Harry's lips press against my ear as his hands unbutton and slide my jeans along with my panties past my ankles. My breath hitches in my throat and I nod. "I'll be gentle, baby." His hands make their way up and his fingers unclasp my bra leaving me only with my shirt on. Soon enough that is gone, too. "So perfect," he says, eyes trailing all down my body, "So sexy."

Hating the torture, I plunge my lips back into his to distract myself of my embarrassment. I've never been confident and i'm still very shy when it comes to these things.

Almost too soon, his hand puts pressure on my core. Slowly, he starts to rub picking up the pace ever so slightly. A moan that leaves my mouth is muffled by his mouth on mine. I'm caught completely off guard when I feel a finger enter me, it still feels different but not bad.

I can feel myself starting to push closer and closer to the edge. His green eyes study my face in such a vulnerable state, "Two?" I bite down on my bottom lip and nod quickly. The second the next finger enters it feels different, but still not bad and slowly the sting goes away.

His fingers pump in and out of me, every slight movement causing me to inch closer and closer to the edge. He curls his fingers inside of me causing me to reach my high. Fingers are still pumping in and out allowing me to ride out my high, "Thats it baby, come on."

His words cause me to lunge forward at him and slam my lips to his. His body slowly falls back onto the mattress, my legs straddling his body. I bring my hands down to this underwear, "Let me make you feel good."

I smirk plasters my lips. Harry looks at me with hungry lust filled eyes as I slide down his pants. My small hand pulls out his length and I begin to pump my hands up in down his length. He is huge. Bigger than any other man I have messed around with before.

Harry hisses when I swipe my thumb over his tip. My eyes hold his stare. His breathing is picking up, his chest rising and falling quickly under my touch. "Shit, my God," he pants out quickly, "I'm going to come."

His hands are now gripping my hair tightly, "Then come."

I can tell my words drive him crazy, I send him over the end. I continue to work him out while he comes down.

Finally both on our naked bodies flip down  next to each other on the mattress.

"Kendall!" Someone shouts from down stairs.

I quickly jump up and begin to throw my clothing back on. Harry sits up on the bed, the blanket covering his lower region, watching me. "What's the matter?" His voice is slow and raspy.

I struggle to pull up my pants, "I cannot have someone walk in on me!" I need to go back down stairs." Before he can respond I rush down the hallway then down the stairs, leaving Harry alone and naked.