Perfect | Harry Styles

Chapter Twenty Four

Elodie's POV

I took a step back to see guilt etched in Harry's face. I led him out of the kitchen into the living room and made myself comfortable on the cushiony jade green sofa. I sat on my feet and it was a relief to be off of them. They ached from cooking, cleaning, and running from my feelings.

Harry's jealous streak was frustrating and immature. It was maddening to have someone that you loved so much not fight for you the way they should. He pushed me towards Zayn instead of pulling me back to him. Although I had to admit it; there was a small part of me that thought his jealousy was endearing. I knew that he wanted me from the way he kissed me and even looked at me. I knew Harry would do anything to defend me if someone hurt me, but the only person he couldn't save me from was himself.

"Sit down," I motioned for him to join me.

I laid my head on his shoulder and reveled in the silence as he plopped down next to me. It was the most we hadn't said to each other all morning. He began to trace patterns on my legs with his long, slender fingers. I sighed underneath his touch. Whenever Harry puts his hands on me now, it's like I lose all common sense. The infamous Styles effect. I clenched my thighs together before I wound up coming undone right there on the sofa. Going from utter disappointment and arguing to being instantly turned on couldn't be healthy. If Harry was right about anything, he was right about this not being perfect.

"Let's just pretend the last hour didn't happen," I grabbed the television remote to try to cause a distraction.

"Mhm," he was unphased by my channel surfing and kept tracing shapes on my exposed skin with his fingers.

"What are you in the mood to watch?"

"You," he dragged his nails across my calves and an impish grin spread across his face.

In an instant, Harry's arms were around my waist and I was being pulled on top of him. I landed in his lap with my legs straddled on either side of him. I could feel his entire length against me and the familiar wetness began to pool in my panties. Our faces were mere centimeters apart.

"I thought you wanted to wait?" I asked, waiting for him to kiss me.

"I do," he finally pressed his mouth to mine and parted my lips with his tongue. His breath was always minty, cool, and intoxicating. "But I want to show you how sorry I am for being an asshole first."

Our lips crashed into each other again and Harry bucked his hips up to grind myself deeper onto him. Damn this fabric between us, I thought. Damn the fact that Natalia and Louis could walk down at any moment too. I was caught up in the rapture of Harry. I could feel his soft pale pink lips flutter against my neck as he left a trail of kisses down to the mound of my breasts. The knots in the pit of my stomach grew stronger and stronger.

I moaned into Harry's hair as his hands traveled from my waist to the hem of my shirt. He slid his fingers underneath and the feeling of those rugged but gentle hands on my bare skin set my soul alight. He toyed with the clasp of my bra for a few seconds before pulling back.

"Do you want me to keep going?"

I shook my head yes and kissed him for an extra confirmation. I never wanted him to stop.

"Let's head upstairs then" he cupped his hands underneath my backside and lifted me off the sofa with him as he stood up. "We don't need Nat and Louis interrupting."

I hooked my legs around him for support as he padded across the living room. Harry took the stairs two at a time as I giggled like an anticipatory school girl. His lithe frame didn't waver underneath my buxom one.

We arrived in my room and the sun was casting its rays onto my bed from the skylight. Harry gently laid me down and instructed me to scoot up to the top of it. I obliged his every command.

Picking up where he left off, he laid himself down next to me and his hands trailed up my shirt yet again before he removed it for me. The soft roundness of my lower stomach was entirely exposed and I instinctively pulled my duvet around me to cover up. I had never taken my shirt off in front of anyone. Liam and I had a strict pants off, top on sexual relationship.

"You don't have to do that," he slowly slid the duvet back and marveled at my exposed skin. "Not for me."

Harry squeezed my thighs as he relished even further in undressing me. I watched my red shorts fall to the floor as he tossed them to the side. My bra was next. I had never felt more exposed laying there in just my panties. Harry devoured me with his eyes while kissing every inch of my insecurities. He took my mounds into his hands and alternated between suckling and pinching my nipples. I threw my head back and squealed in delight at the pleasure he was giving me.

"Spread your legs for me," Harry commanded with a devilish grin spread across his face. I had never heard him talk so dirty.

I did as I was told. I loved feeling submissive to him in this sense. The way he took control was exactly what I liked. As imperfect as this was, I felt safe with him here and the way he explored my body. He touched me like I had never been touched before.

Harry slid the fabric of my panties to the side to expose my slick folds.

"You haven't said a word," Harry teased my opening with his finger. "Do you really want this, Elodie?"

Breathless and in awe, I nodded my head yes. His British accent alone would have sent me teetering over the edge at this moment.

"I want to hear you say it," he coaxed a single digit inside me and made a come hither motion. "Tell me how bad you want me to touch you."

"I want this, Harry," I managed to moan out as he slid another finger inside me, this time a little deeper.

"I don't think I quite heard you."

"Please," my breath hitched as the pad of his thumb tapped against my most delicate spot.

"Good girl," he winked at me before sliding down the bed.

Harry lowered his head between my legs and kissed my delicate spot. He removed his fingers for just a moment to tie his hair back with an elastic band. After his man bun was high and tight, he pressed his mouth against my love below before slowly spreading the lips open.

"Mmm," I watched him dart his tongue out in delight. "You taste so fucking delicious."

I writhed in pleasure at his wet tongue savoring my body. I couldn't believe this was really happening. I've fantasized, since the night at the beach house, about what else that mouth of his was capable of. I rolled my hips up to continually match the rhythm of his tongue. He buried his two fingers deep in me again as he lapped over my now swollen clit.

"Harry," I called out his name. "I think I'm going to..."

"Let go for me, baby," he said, coming up for a bit of air. Harry's free hand squeezed my thigh harder. His other hand, still in a come hither motion, steadily thrust in and out of me. "Let go right in my mouth."

My eyes screwed shut as a shiver traveled up my leg and spine as my back arched almost violently off the bed. I knotted my hands through Harry's now disheveled long hair and grinded my wet core into his face. The friction from his nose and plump lips created an even deeper sensation as I became undone. I collapsed onto the bed with a shudder and felt the bed adjust under Harry's weight as he slid back up next to me.

I rolled over to face him, a dumb smile plastered on my face and a few stray curls stuck to my forehead with sweat. I wanted to stay in this orgasmic bliss forever. Harry returned the smile and took his shirt off and wrapped me up in his arms before pulling the covers over us. I leaned into his tanned chest and exhaled a breath that I felt like I'd been holding for weeks.