What we become

13. Sex in the air

A few hours passed, where we were wrapped up in one another; kissing, talking, cuddling, and having sex, again and again. Somehow, average Ella had turned out to be a sex-addicted, love-struck, Harry-Styles junkie. 

At some stage, Harry got up and made us dinner, naked in the kitchen and I watched him, drinking up every moment, my pussy still somehow throbbing for more. Harry had a camera, and he used it to take a few photos of me. "You have no idea how beautiful you are," he said to me, and showed me the pictures he had taken. My post-sex hair ruffled perfectly, the sheets pulled up stark white against my tanned skin, just covering my naked breasts, my eyes smouldering with our secret, and my lips slightly parted and full, yearning for more of my naked photographer. He had captured the essence of our intimate moment perfectly before putting his camera down and ravishing my body once more.

At 11pm, there was a knock at the door.

"Quick, throw this on." Harry said as he handed me a dressing gown and quickly dressed in one himself. As soon as we were both covered, he opened the door and Jess came barreling in; wearing the same hot pink dress from the first night we had met Harry, towing a suitcase along behind her.

She looked between us; me, still in the bed, and Harry, a sheepish smile on his face.

"It smells an awful lot like sex in here," she said without any hesitation.

"Sorry," Harry said, rubbing the back of his neck looking somewhat embarrassed. But I didn't care. I had just had sex with Harry four times since he landed, and I wanted more. I was no longer sweet and innocent little Ella. I was now a Harry-Styles-sex-addict. 

"I'm not," I shrugged and threw a pillow at Jess.

"Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it," she sang and Harry and I both laughed. "You!" She demanded, pointing at me. "Into the bathroom, now. We have work to do." Then she turned on her heel and pointed at Harry, "and you, Mr. Sex-on-legs, we need drinks. She is almost 18 after all."

"Yes, right away, ma'am," Harry said, heading to the kitchen. I pulled Harry's shirt on and did as Jess asked, moving into the bathroom. I discreetly pulled on my panties as I went.

"Happy birthday," she said to me and passed me a gorgeous golden dress. It was stunning, sequined material which glimmered and sparkled like the sun. It was short with a split- cross over skirt and a low, sexy back.

I pulled it on, and it fit perfectly, clinging on in all the right areas. "Jess! It's incredible! Thank you so much!"

"You're welcome," she smiled as she sat me on the edge of the bathtub and started doing my makeup. "So," she said quietly, with one eyebrow raised. "How was it?"

"Which time?" I replied, grinning wickedly.

She smacked me playfully. "God, Ella. What I would give to have your life!" Funnily, I would have swapped lives with her just one month ago, before meeting Harry. My life had always been so average up until his world collided, quite literally, with mine.

Harry came back into the room and brought us champagne.

"A toast," he said. "To the birthday girl. May your night be as amazing as you are."

I took a small, cautious sip, very aware of what had happened last time I had been drunk. Would Harry withhold sex on my birthday if I got a bit tipsy? He seemed to read my mind, because he bent down and whispered in his low, sexy voice, "I can't wait to rip you out of that dress later," and it sent goosebumps down my arms and a chill down my spine.

I looked at myself when my make-up was finished. Jess had done a magnificent smoky eye, and my hair was already ruffled and looking like sex-hair... because it was sex-hair. I don't think I had ever looked better. Then I saw Harry. He was dressed all in black, and in that moment, I was sure I had never seen a more perfect human being in my entire life. Jess took a few quick photos of us on Harry's camera.