50 Shades of Sex (Harry Styles)

Chapter Eight

That was all she had to say. I couldn't decipher if she was ready or just desperate, but somewhere in my mind told me that she was just desperate.

Guilt starts to boil through my blood. "I can't do this, Em. Not to you." I tell her. She had this pleading eyes telling me that she is ready. But I just can't steal her virginity away in a flash. She's supposed to save that to someone special.

And specialty does not exist in my dictionary.

"Harry, I'm serious. I'm ready for it, just please, I can't wait anymore." She begs. The more she begs, the more I feel like I wanted to make her feel good.

"It's going to hurt," I warn her, but her eyes didn't changed. No fear, no worries, just pure sex lingering through her mind.

"I don't care, you and I both know that it would feel good." She told me and held the back of my neck.

"How about we go slow, hm?" I suggest, and she nods eagerly. I began kissing her neck, sucking and leaving a mark to distract her from the little amount of pain she's going to feel. I slowly went in, careful not to hurt her too much. Her body just stood still, as my body was on top of hers. Her lips were parted as I did the action, and God, did she looked beautiful.

As I was completely inside, I started thrusting slowly, hearing her exhale in my ear. "Baby, if it hurts just tell me, okay?" I tell her but she doesn't responds. I could tell that she's feeling the pain because of her squeeze on my arm. I know, a lot of girls told me that it would feel strange and foreign and different, but overall it'd felt amazing.

"Harry," She whispers, her breathing a shortening. I clamped my eyes shut, feeling her tightness around my length.

"Fuck, you're so tight, baby." I moan. She feels good. Amazing, actually.

After a few minutes, she exhaled, letting me know that it hurts less now.

"Can I go faster, baby?"

"Yes,"

I quicken my pace, her small lips releasing small and quiet moans as I did. Fuck, I can't take it. I can't I can't I can't.

"Say my name," I plead. When she didn't respond, I thrust into her harder, quicker than before. She dragged her nails on my back, making me moan louder.

"Oh, Harry."

"Yes, that's it, baby. Louder." I said, increasing my speed as she moaned my name. I held her hips, going harder as she moans louder.

"Harry!"

My body stiffens, making me hold my breath as I felt the urge to release. "God, baby. You feel so good." I groan.

I went faster this time, wanting her to scream my name one last time. We were both close to reach our climax, and we both knew we couldn't hold it for long.

"Oh God, Harry!" She screams, her body quivering with satisfaction. And she released, as I followed.

The room has gotten warmer than before. Our bodies were covered in sweat, and our heavy breathing was the only sound that could be heard. I rolled around to the side, realizing what we had just done.

"Oh my God," She breathed. "that was amazing."

"It's beyond amazing," I tell her, still exhausted.

After a few minutes of silence, her body froze, her head turning to face me.

"What?"

"Harry,"

"What?"

"You weren't wearing a condom,"