The Skin I'm In

Chapter Twenty-Eight: "Mm-mm. Use your words, baby."

A/n play the song at the top. I'm sorry for the long awaited update but yeah love you. Enjoy!

Spring's P.O.V

"I can't do it, Harry! It's so confusing!"

I screamed in frustration at the math problem he tried to help me on for the past twenty minutes.

"You're nearly done!" He retorted.

Me and the curly haired boy sat at my desk in my room next to one another.

Its been a month since school started and it had been so difficult for me. I had taken it upon myself to pass all my advanced classes skipping levels and taking junior classes during my sophomore year. This sounds like an achievement because it is, but I left out the part that I had nearly flunked geometry class and now I was taking liberal arts.

"Harry, no."

Standing up, I walked into the kitchen to go find a snack to distract me momentarily. Hearing footsteps behind me I knew it was Harry coming to lecture me about how I should push through and conquer this.

"You're so impatient, geez." He mumbled, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.

"I am not impatient. I just don't like math." I said, turning to face him.

I stood on my tippy toes to grab the cookies but came out unsuccessful as I huffed in annoyance.

"H, can you please help me get the cookies?" I pleaded.

He gave me a look of expectancy before effortlessly grabbing them for me and motioning them towards me. Putting my hand out to take them he snatched it from my reach and over his head, pulling my body closer to his, my breasts colliding with his chest.

"Okay you've proved your point. I'm small I know." I giggled.

"Kiss me." He whispered like he was afraid someone would hear him.

Bringing my lips to his I pecked them softly and pulled away to look into his green eyes. They were dilated and darker than I knew them to be.

"I mean this in the most respectful way possible." He breathes out.

His tongue came out to moisten his lips and he put down the box of cookies on the counter increasing the proximity between us. The look in his eyes was something I had never seen before. It was a wilderness of wild things I was totally unfamiliar with.

"I want to devour you."

My stomach flipped and my lips stayed sealed shut.

No boy has ever said anything of that nature to me. I never considered myself attractive because of my condition but right at this moment under Harry's gaze i felt beautiful, sexy, and most of all wanted.

"Harry," I trailed off.

"I know you don't believe in us having sex." He reassured.

"I just wanna make you feel good. Only if you want to- I'll wait, baby."

His tone was tentative and careful as he spoke.

I can't believe I'm gonna say this.

"No no. Shhh. It's alright." I insisted, putting my finger to his lips.

I grabbed his hand, leading him upstairs and all the way back to my room. I checked the time and my parents would be gone for another few hours. Retaining that information in my mind I closed my door and tied my braids up quickly, pushing Harry to the plush mattress and climbing on top of him I began kissing his lips feverishly.

"What has gotten in my innocent little angel?" He asked, smiling.

"She's still here, baby." I said trailing my lips down his neck and back up to his lips to an open-mouthed kiss. Our tongues wrestled at one another's and I pulled away laughing. He caught me off-guard flipping us so that he was on top.

"Am i corrupting you, love?"

He rasped, his accent thickly laced in the words he spoke as his eyes searched mine.

"Maybe. But I trust you."

He shook his head in what seemed like amazement.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?"

"Thank you." I blushed.

He flipped me back over so that I was sat on his lap. His lips attacked mine in a passionate manner as my stomach did flips.

"I'll be gentle I promise." He whispers reassuring me.

"O-okay."

My heart was beating in my chest with nervousness.

I trust him. I do.

His fingers trailed down to the button of my jeans, unbuttoning it swiftly.

"Is this okay, my love?" He looked up at me.

I nodded.

"Mm-mm. Use your words, baby."

"This is okay. I'm okay."

He gently pulled down my jeans, unstrapping my boot and pulling off my shoes gently as to not hurt me. I was now only hidden from him in my black, lacy underwear I chose to wear today not knowing this would happen. My thighs were bare and I stare down at the scars littered on them.

Harry's eyes stayed on my body and I wanted nothing more than to make them disappear.

"They're really ugly. I know."

"Hey. They're your battle scars. Don't be ashamed of them. In fact I think they are beautiful, my love."

"Thanks." I say my fingers touching the scar from one of the surgeries I've had.

Harry pulled my gaze from the scar to his eyes.

"I love you so much. I wish you could see yourself how I see you." He whispers in my ear seductively but I still felt the meaning of everything he said.

His lips trailed down my neck as his hands grabbed and grazed at every part of my curvy body.

His bare finger went to my underwear and slowly he began to rub. The feeling was so foreign, emitting a gasp from my lips.

"Is this okay, baby?" He asked as his eyes looked into mine.

I almost nodded but remembering to use my words I spoke.

"Y-yes." I moaned out.

The room seemed to be spinning from pleasure as I felt my body get lost in a galaxy of euphoria until it stopped momentarily and I felt nothing but his finger on my centre. The lacy material not shielded from his torture anymore.

"Oh my god."  I mewled out breathlessly.

"Does that feel good baby?" He asked softly, the husk in his voice nearly pushing me off the edge.

"Yes!" I exclaimed shamelessly realizing there was no going back.

I was purely and utterly his.