Chloë and Harry

Chapter 10

I could feel that he was smiling while pulling the T-Shirt over my head. I clung to him. My cheeks burned. He flipped my bralette open and lowered his head. I could see that he looked at my breasts for a short fraction of a moment, admiring them as if they were the most beautiful things he had ever seen. My heart exploded in my chest, and I buried my fingers in his hands as he started kissing them. He paused for a moment and inhaled the scent of my skin. He smiled as he moved over to the part where my heart was, probably because he could hear it pounding in my chest.

I pulled him up so that we were face-to-face again.

"Wait," I said and took his face inside my hands following his jawline with my fingertips. The expression on his face was demanding and hungry. It was the first time I saw control sparkling in his eyes. He knew he was good.

"I have never done this before," my voice started to shake. Suddenly the air felt cold on my bare skin. It was uncomfortable. I knew he had had sex many times before, and somehow, I was sure he was damn good at it. I knew he had probably slept with more gorgeous girls than I would ever sleep with boys in my lifetime and it made me nervous.

"Really?", he asked. His hands ran up my arms to my shoulders. He stopped and wrapped his fingers around them – it felt like he was holding me.

I breathed slower. His calmness comforted me.

"Yes."

"Are you afraid?", his voice was like honey to my ears.

I closed my eyes.

"A little bit."

"Don't be."

"Okay."

I still wasn't sure, but I didn't want my pathetic nervousness and insecurities to gain the upper hand.

He lifted me up and carried me into my room. I had left some of the light chains on and was happy I did because I could see the expression on his face in the dim light. I had never seen anything like it before. He bit his lip and inspected me closely in delight and amazement. He lay me down on the bed and slowly ran his tongue up my neck.

I grabbed the end of his pullover and pulled it over his head. My eyes followed the lines of his body. I would need more time to understand all of the tattoos that covered his chest and arms, but I loved how they looked on him. His biceps flexed as he pushed my hands in the pillows. I could see his erection that pressed against his suit trousers.

His eyes were open, locked on mine, as he pulled down my jeans, his hands following the seam of my slip and finally sliding between my legs. I felt short of breath.

My skin tingled from sustained arousal.

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He caressed her with his hands and his mouth. His fingers moved down her body, pausing for a moment at her navel, then sliding lower.

Her hands were brushing against his skin. He watched her smiling softly before throwing back her head and sighing, eyes shot, cheeks blushed, sweat dancing on her forehead.

She was so beautiful to him.

The world seemed dreamlike, as he gently eased her legs apart, she snapped her hips up, and his fingers slid inside her. He watched her squeeze her eyes shut. She clung her thighs around his waist – the heat of her body overwhelmed him. Her movements were demanding.

She was good, he thought, though she might not know it. Her lips were devilish, as she covered his neck with hungry kisses. He ripped open a condom and plunged inside her. Slow, but then more determined. Her muscles started quivering as he moved faster. She gushed in orgasm.