camp cherry | hs

twenty nine

HANA

Within seconds I'm unbuttoning his pants and he's hopping awkwardly out of his briefs, now completely naked, a wonderful sight really. He holds my head steady as he kisses me again, one hand trailing round to unclasp my bra, moaning in appreciation as it falls from my arms and exposes my breasts, which he immediately takes in his hands. We're kissing and stumbling over our feet until I fall onto his bed, his eyes trained on my chest, flicking downwards as he hooks his fingers into my pants, eyes darkened as he looks to me, pulling them down slowly, both of us now completely bare.

He presses small kisses up my legs, curls tickling my skin as he maintains eyes contact with me, spreading my legs and finally breaking it, biting his lip and looking at my core, soaked in anticipation and he takes one finger, pressing the tip to my clit.

"Fuck," I can barely control my speech and he's not even touched me yet, just the salacious look in his eyes enough for me. His rings are already removed, so he sinks two fingers into me without warning, moving slowly to test my reaction, which he deems positive as he curls them to massage my sensitivity. My back arches and my face scrunches up in pleasure, his thumb still pressing on my clit heavily, circling around it.

"Come for me, Cherry, quickly," he demands as his actions increase in fervour and pace, an obscene noise that I don't recognize leaving my mouth as he sucks my clit into his mouth, licking slowly. He doesn't let up when I come down from my high, he just keeps going until I come again, small moans leaving his lips at the taste. Harry's eyes roll back and he licks his fingers as if I'm his favourite meal, "can I fuck you now?"

"Yes, please. Please, Harry," I beg; my mind is hazy from my orgasms and the excitement of what's to come.

"Do something for me? I've got another name you could call me."

"I'm never in a million years calling you daddy, Harry," I burst, struggling against my laughter.

"Aw, come on, just once."

"Harry, you can dream all you want, you can imagine me saying it, but I'm not saying it."

"I'll fuck you into calling me daddy, then," he mocks as he treads to the cupboard where I had unknowingly found his condoms during the dare, ripping one from the line.

"These look familiar," I tease, trying to distract from the almost painful feeling in my stomach.

"You never told me what the fuck that was about," he chuckles, tearing open the packet carefully.

"Got dared to steal something from your cabin, my light broke and I thought they were sweets," I explain shortly. Harry tells me to stop making him laugh when he's trying put the condom on, but we both fail, me adding more and more stuff that makes him laugh harder.

"Just give me two seconds. Don't make me laugh," he demands playfully, successfully rolling the plastic onto his cock this time. Now, the reality begins to set in for both of us. He sits at the edge of the bed, trying to breathe, "we're just gonna have sex for the first time, this is no pressure."

"Harry, chill."

"I can do this," he slaps his cheeks as if to snap him out a trance, speaking determinedly.

"Yeah, go Harry," I hype him up with a playful smile, assuring him that everything'll be fine. Harry nods fervently and moves up to kiss me softly.