Oscillation | [H.S]

Chapter 34

I was almost breathing normally again although my legs were still shaking a bit. Harry's head was burrowed in my neck, not even kissing the skin but simply nosing it. The way he was laying made his body press up closely against mine, his hard bulge still poking into my thigh. 

I was in conflict. On one hand I was not only too scared to give Harry a sexual favour back because I was afraid he would ask for even more, I was also afraid of being bad at it. However, if I didn't do anything, it would feel rude to leave him with his hard-on. I would have to pretend that I hadn't noticed it which was difficult because it was hard not to notice it. 

"I hoped for your facial expression to be less glum" Harry suddenly spoke, his face now hanging over mine and scanning my face. "Didn't you like it?" He continued. I shook my head feverishly. 

"I did." I spoke softly, not wanting to elaborate on the discussion in my head that caused my sad mood. I shot him a small smile for good measure. His dark eyes were still scanning my face, seeing right through me. 

"What's wrong?" He pressured, the mood turning a bit tense. I had to tell the truth if I wanted to fix it. I took a deep breath. 

"I was thinking about..." I hesitated, feeling the warmth collect in my cheeks. I whined softly when Harry kept staring at my face while I was almost too ashamed to talk about it. Funny, seeing as Harry just had his face between my legs. I took a deep breath.

"About your... Your problem" I worded it totally wrong, making Harry's eyebrows frown which casted dark shadows over his eyes. It made him look angry. 

"My problem?" He questioned in an offended voice. 

"No!" I spoke loudly, frustrated with myself. "Not your problem..." I sighed. 

"I was thinking about getting you get off." I mumbled then, quickly, avoiding his gaze. My body winced slightly at my own words. I was too uncomfortable talking about this. 

"And that gives you a glum expression?" Harry asked, a smirk now creeping onto his face. His hips pressed harder against my thigh, making me feel the line of his dick that laid upwards to his stomach. 

"Stop making fun of me. 'Tis my birthday" I mumbled, turning my head to the side to avoid his piercing gaze. He made use of by putting his lips on my jawline, mouthing the skin along the curve. 

"What were you planning on?" He ignored my plea, "Hmm?" He hummed when I didn't answer. I kept my mouth shut, not really sure what to say. I was insecure, the thought of Harry being good at sex still at the back of my head. He probably had enough girls touching him with experienced hands. Or mouths. 

"I can think of some things I'd like you to do." He continued, totally unbothered by my lack of response. He was, however, keeping his gaze on my to gauche my reactions. "You could jack me off like last time."

"You can be on top if you want to." I shook my head. Being on top meant taking initiative. I didn't know what to do. But I also didn't dare to ask Harry to guide me. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. 

"You want me to be on top then?" Harry simply questioned. I realised then, that he was helping me because I was too uncomfortable to say what I wanted. He was giving me suggestions. I nodded, my legs clenching. I was feeling aroused even though I just came. 

"I know something I'd love you to do..." He whispered, eyes scanning my face and biting his bottom lip. His hand came up to my face and he let his thumb trace the curve of my lips. He then shook his head, muttering a small 'nevermind'. 

"Harry?" I questioned, looking up at him, not knowing what else to say. 

"I'd love to fuck your face, Kitten." He said, giving it to me straight. My eyes widened, my legs clenching together at thought. It would require giving him all the control.