Oscillation | [H.S]

Chapter 25

I wanted to protest but he turned us over in a fluid movement. He was now hanging above me, supported by his elbows, his large body covering my small frame. I didn't feel as secure now as I had felt sitting on top. I felt trapped.

I tried pushing him away a bit as his closeness started to give me claustrophobia. He ignored it and hid his face in my neck, lips brushing the sensitive skin again. I wondered briefly why he was so obsessed with it, but when he attached his lips to the hickey above my collarbone and I moaned loudly, I understood. As he had said earlier, I really was sensitive there.

Since I was distracted by his lips on my neck, I hadn't realised he had raised my shirt. The rough skin of his palm was now stroking the skin of my belly, his fingers teasing the underside of my boobs.

He retrieved his face from my neck, observing my face for a moment. His eyes were dark, pupils still dilated. They were not the kind of dark he often showed when looking at me; they felt more warm, like a forest during springtime at sunset. His body lifted away from me, giving me some more space which I used gratefully to breath.

It didn't last long though, his fingers tugging on the bottom of the shirt, signalling he wanted to pull it off. I gave in with a shaky sigh, feeling nervous because of my nakedness. Harry, however, didn't hesitate to plaster several other kisses on my neck. I pulled his hair at the feeling. It was almost unbearably sensitive. He moaned at the feeling but understood my warning.

A trail of kisses were planted on my body, starting at my collarbone down to my breasts. My breath hitched when he reached my breasts, feeling slightly insecure. Out of habit, I started twirling a curl around my finger to distract myself.

His warm breath stroked over my nipple, making goosebumps cover the skin. My nipples hardened and I could feel him grinning against my skin. His tongue stroked the skin, sucking softly and letting the smallest scrapes of his teeth through. I melted at the sensation, feeling it all the way in my lower belly. I grabbed his hair tighter and let out soft huffs as he did the same to the other nipple.

After a while, he went on with kissing my skin, moving down bit by bit. I wasn't really scared of Harry anymore at this moment, but I was nervous at the feelings he could uncover. I didn't want to like it. I wasn't supposed to like it. He kidnapped me for god sake. How could he make me long for his touch this much?

He glided down my body, his semi-hard dick stroked past my thigh. I felt my body tense up nervously for a moment, thinking about him fucking me right then and there. I wasn't ready. My breath hitched.

"Don't worry about it." He whispered against my skin, continuing his trail of kisses. "It's about you now."

When I didn't answer, his dark green eyes shot up to my face. "Trust me." he mouthed against the skin of my belly button. I bit my lip, not daring to respond. He started pushing my legs apart then, making my eyes widen.

"No." I pleaded when I realised he was going to stick his head between my legs. I didn't feel comfortable with him doing that at all. He just shook his head, his hair tickling against my thighs. His lips moved to the inner side of my thigh, kissing the skin there as well. As the skin was way more sensitive, I could feel his light stubble scratch it. The touch made me quiver.

Harry blew against the wet skin on my thighs, making goosebumps appear there as well. A small sound that almost resembled a laugh escaped my mouth. It tickled. He took it as an invitation as he moved closer and put his mouth on the thin fabric of my underwear.

I squeezed my eyes shut at the dubious feeling. I didn't want his mouth there, but the feeling was intense. He mouthed against the fabric for a minute, making me grip his hair again. I didn't like it. I didn't want him there. I pulled his hair harder when he continued. Within a second, he moved up and came face to face with me again.

"What's wrong?" He spoke, surprising me. I had expected him to get angry at pulling his hair harshly and stopping him. I shook my head shamefully, burying my face into his neck as it was the closest hiding space.

"I don't want you there." I mumbled against his neck. He stayed silent for a moment, his fingers sliding up and down the skin of my belly absent-mindedly.

"Why don't you show me what you like then?" He questioned, making me shake my head harder and burying my face even deeper. Harry smelled good here, his cologne strong and mixing with his own, manly smell. I was even more ashamed now.

"I- I don't know.. I haven't really done it before." I had to admit it when Harry tried to pull me away from his neck to see my face. Luckily he let me hide when I answered.

"Just relax. Get used to my touch." He spoke, almost encouraging me and he softly stroked down with the hand that was touching the skin of my belly. His hand slid beneath the lace fabric of my underwear and he traced my lips with a long finger. I pushed my face closer in his neck again, whining. His finger went in between my lips, stroking the delicate skin around my clitoris. Even thought it didn't feel wrong, I couldn't let myself go, still being tense.

He seemed to get tired of supporting himself on one arm after a while and rolled on his side. His fingers left me shortly as he rolled me over to my side so he was spooning me me from behin. Again, he slowly trailed his fingers over my belly downwards. I could feel the wetness on them from the previous touch.

When he touched my clitoris again, a moan suddenly left my mouth. The rough skin of his finger felt deliciously against the delicate skin now, making me shiver in his arms.

"There you go." He rasped against my ear. He was right. I felt way more relaxed now that he wasn't hanging over me. He sped up some times and slowed down again, his fingers working with ease. I could vaguely feel his own member against me, but was so engulfed in pleasure that I didn't mind much anymore.

I moaned in pleasure, fisting the blanket with my hand and shivered at his touch. However, when a second finger touched my skin a little bit lower I made an alarming sound. His lips stroked my shoulder, almost in a calming way. The digit slowly entered me.

It was uncomfortable at first but as his other finger kept rubbing in small circles and pleasure took the upper hand. Harry pulled his the finger that was inside back slowly, before pushing it back in. A wave of bliss came over me. He kept repeating the movement, moving quicker and quicker, making my belly tighten.

"You're so wet." He whispered against my skin, taking it between is teeth and pressing small kisses against it. "Come for me."

The combination of his lips, his words and his touch made me go over the edge. My whole body tensed and pushed back against him. I turned my head into the pillow and moaned loudly, quivering when he slowed down his touch, but didn't fully remove it. I spasmed several times, short breaths leaving my mouth before he finally removed his fingers.

"Good girl." He spoke. I didn't respond so we just laid there for a while in silence, still flush against each other. I was heavily aware of the erection that still pushed against my leg, but couldn't get myself to move. Now that the pleasure was gone, regret started to cloud my mind again. How and why were the words that tumbled through my head.

He removed himself from my body after while, shuffling to the edge of the bed and disappearing in the ensuite. The sound of running water indicated he went for a shower. I grasped the blanket in my hand and pulled it over my body which was getting cold now. Once I was rolled in the blanket, the tears started to flow. I was ashamed of myself and utterly confused.

Harry walked out from the bathroom in just a boxer and dressed himself in a pair of skinny jeans and a black t-shirt topped with a dark-green flannel. I hoped he didn't see that I was crying.

"Get ready, we're going out."

After that he left the room I just laid in the bed, trying to stop the tears and wondering about his mood shift. He went from ultimate sweetness to his cold self so quickly, as he always did. Just one word that I had learned some time in high school burned in my mind.

Oscillation; A single swing from one limit to the other

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Thanks for your continuous support. I'm trying to expand my vocabulary but English isn't my first language. xx.