What we become

15. Piece of your heart

I woke alone the next morning and for half a moment, I thought the night before could all have been a dream. Then I heard the shower running and I smiled to myself as the memories came flooding back. We had eventually fallen to sleep, entangled in each other's embrace.

I slowly padded into the bathroom, which had fogged up with the steam from Harry's shower. I opened the door, and he turned slowly, smiling at me from beneath the heavy stream of water. He flicked the water out of his eyes and raked my body up and down, his eyes inviting me in. Even as he showered, he still looked like a rock-star-sex-god with the pendants hanging around his neck and multiple silver rings on his fingers.

I joined him under the downpour and kissed him good morning. I still hadn't had a chance to kiss him in the rain, but this was so much better, mainly because he was naked. He looked so tired, but I had never felt more alive.

"Happy birthday," he said with a husky voice. "Did you have a fun night?"

"I had the best night," I beamed, the memories making me flush; the hot sex against the wall in the hotel room, the dance floor and the golden dress. How cheesy and how wonderful to think that this rock star had absolutely rocked my world.

"I'm glad," he said, leaning forward to kiss me again. "You deserved the best night."

"Did you enjoy yourself?" I asked slowly, kissing him along his neck, then along the tattoos over his chest. He replied with a happy 'mmm-hmmm'. I glanced down at his growing erection and shot him a look, "still enjoying yourself, I see."

"You drive me crazy, El-" He started to say, but was cut short as my lips closed around his cock, surprising him. I felt it instantly become completely erect, so I sucked and swirled my tongue over his tip. He groaned in pleasure and his hands wrapped around my head and pulled me down deeper. I loved feeing how much he wanted me.

After a moment, he pulled me up and I felt his tongue work its way down to my chest. He licked and kissed around my areolar, before stimulating my hard nipples with his tongue. At the same time, his fingers found their happy place, gently circling my clit. The intense pleasure of it drove me crazy and I felt the orgasm build almost immediately. He worked his tongue down to my clit and used one of his fingers to enter inside me. I pulled his curly brown head further into me as the rush of the orgasm took control. 

He stood up and the water pouring down made him look like he was standing underneath a waterfall, like some sexy, naked God, whereas I probably resembled a drowned rat. I turned around and bent over suggestively and he grinned ear to ear before sliding his length inside of me, one hand against the glass shower wall, the other on my clit. 

The water beat down on us, the steam almost obscuring our vision completely, and I cried out as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure rippled through my body. When at last I was done, and couldn't take anymore, shaking and hardly able to stand, I pulled away and took Harry's full length in my mouth. Harry let out a small groan of pleasure as he came, and I loved the way he watched me taking his full load in my mouth. I swallowed, savouring the taste of it. Of course his cum would taste delicious and leave me wanting more.

After our shower, I pulled back on the same outfit I had picked him up in the day before. I had nothing else to wear after all.

"I'd better head home," I told him as I cleaned my teeth with his toothbrush. "I promised my parents that I would spend at least part of my birthday with them." I felt sad about leaving him, our night had been incredible.

Harry watched me slowly as he dressed. "So," he said casually. "Have you told them about me?"

I choked on the water I was gargling and looked at him as if he were crazy.

"I'll take that as a hard 'no'," he laughed, but it didn't quite reach his eyes.

"You're just a little hard to explain," I said slowly as I walked over to him. I didn't want him to take it the wrong way, and I knew he hated the word 'famous', but how else could I describe someone of his magnitude to them? He was, after all, kind of a big deal. But even so, this boy held a piece of my heart that was reserved for him, and him only. He was sitting on the edge of the bed and as I neared him, and he pulled me in close. He wrapped his arms around my waist as I held his face in my hands, his clear, beautiful, kind green eyes searching mine.

"Don't you think that maybe you should tell them about me?" he said softly between the kisses I planted on his lips and his nose. "Don't you think that maybe I should meet them?"

"You want to meet my parents?" Now I was certain he was crazy.

"Well, I mean... maybe," he said as he looked up into my eyes, with a probing gaze. "Especially if you're going to come with me next year."

"Do you mean it?" I asked gently, my eyes searching his. Did he really want me to travel to England with him? I had never lived anywhere but with my parents on the Gold Coast. We had been to Japan once and New Zealand twice, but that was it.

And there it was, the most heart-melting look I had ever seen. "Ella, I really do. I would love it if you could be with me."

"We hardly know one another," I whispered; afraid this was too good to be true.

"Ella, we both know that's not true. Every waking moment, I think of you. Every spare minute throughout the day, it's you I am calling and texting. And I think you know me better than anyone else does."

How could I ever say no to that?

"Okay," I nodded, a smile spreading across my face. "Let's do it."