You're Still The One

I’ve wanted this for so long. Things between Harry and I have been weird lately but tonight I was sure of one thing. We were going to have sex. But, wait; I don’t desire sex with just anyone. I seldom fantasize about meaningless, hot sex with some nameless, faceless stranger. It has got to be him. I long for him and only him. Harry. I act for the familiarity of his touch and kiss. It’s probably because we know each other so well and I crave that comfort of someone who knows me inside and out.




Not even one minute before we were inside and already, we were devouring each other’s faces off. There was a point where I doubted we were even going to make it to my room. We were desperate for each other’s affection. The only worry that sat at the back of my mind was what would happen if my mum were awake.



“Stay here.” I pulled away with a short gasp. “I need to go check on my mum.”




My body ached to feel his hands on me, I eagerly lingered for the moment that I could kiss him again and my lips craved for his at the same time I went to check on her. But I was too distracted by a pair of arms that snaked their way around my waist, lifting me up and twirling me around to thoroughly check on her. I threw my head back on his shoulder, trying to keep my giggling down to a minimum as he placed me neatly on the ground again.




He tousled his curls with the one hand, leading me to my room with the other.




The room was dark, besides the vague light source coming from the street lights outside my bedroom window. His lips were pressed to mine more firm and aggressive than before like, a desperate plea for my affection. He half smiled before sitting on the edge of my bed, as I stood before him. I easily stepped out of my shoes. My hand was grasped, reeling me in between his legs as hands idly wandered up my thighs. Soon, both his hands made their way to either side of my waist, as he carefully turned my back to him and sat me down on his lap. Without warning, his fingers lightly unzipped the taut dress and peeled it from my body. His head carefully nudged mine to the side and swiped my hair over my shoulder at the same time his soft, full lips exerted a feathery trail of kisses down my neck.




I quickly stood to reach around and unclasp my bra myself. Once undone, it was removed and tossed to the floor. In the past, when Harry and I participated in passionate activities, I always shied away from being too exposed to him. Now, my body was bared and purposely flaunted and I was not yet embarrassed nor was I ashamed.




“Shit,” Harry swore. His lustful eyes gazed lower taking in my every curve as I stood before him. He hummed in appreciation as our mouths swiftly collided. His lips went as far as to sweep along my jawline as my hands moved ‘round his neck, stroking my fingers through a thick mess of curls. His hands roamed freely over my body as we both leaned in slightly, losing our balance and falling onto the cushiony comfort of the bed.




I snorted loudly and, of course, unattractively. Harry laughed at me, dimples deepened and his blaring eyes glowed in the faint light. He looked beyond beautiful, even in the dark. Our laughs quickly subsided as our eyes met. Harry hovered over me like a warm blanket, continuing his trip downward. I inhaled deeply, eyes nearly popping out of their sockets as his lips were nipping at a quivering peak of one of my breasts and his hand occupied the other, groping and squeezing gently.




“You’re so beautiful.” He murmured against my chest. His words making my heart flutter a bit.




I know exactly how sappy that sounds. That's just what Harry does to me. He makes me a sappy idiot…and I quite enjoy it.



I gasped, tossing my head back as a new found sensation washed over me.




I couldn’t seem to wrap my head around everything that was happening. It was all occurring way too fast. Five days ago, I hated Harry. I was so sure, then, that I never wanted to see him again. Now, we’re in my room and I’m naked, lying beneath the same guy I swore I would spend the rest of my life hating.




Five days.




Five days was all it took for me to fall head over heels, again.




He quickly stood to remove his shirt and kick off his jeans, I was left lying on the bed to admire his sculpted torso before he lied down next to me again.




“Harry.” My voice was just above a whisper and my breath coming out a bit short. My fingertips traced along the refined lines of the art inked into his tanned skin. His hand retained the top of my knickers, sending chills up and down my spine while he slipped them down as I coercively raised my left knee and withdrew one leg from the lacy garment.




“What’s wrong?” He asked, green orbs found mine with ease, as they were bright with desire and wide with expectation. I felt his large hands dip under my thighs, but I quickly grabbed his hand before it could escalate any further.




Maybe I wanted nothing more than to make love to Harry. Maybe I was even a bit intent on the idea of us romancing it up. The only thing standing in my way is my own self-respect. I respect myself too much to blindly be hurt again. The last time he and I were intimate, I admitted to having feelings for him only for him to tell me he didn’t feel the same. Then, about a week later, he left. I was left completely in the dark for years. And for so long, I thought that something was wrong with me. I thought that there was a possibility that I wasn’t good enough for him.




“We—we can’t do this.” I said. My tone of voice was soft and almost apologetic. He leant over to kiss me and was successful. Of course, I didn’t object to the kiss.




Then, he quietly replied, “Do what?”




“This. The last time this happened, I was left broken...my feelings for you have never changed, Harry.” I admitted to it all, incapable of looking him in the eyes while at my vulnerable state. Mindlessly, I began anxiously play with my fingers.




“I still love you...” I waited for him to say something, to react, anything. When he didn’t, I added, “...and I won’t go through with this, if you don’t feel the same.” I knew it would hurt to be rejected for the trillionth time but I was preparing myself for it. At least, this time it wouldn’t hurt as much.




After a short period of time, I mustered up enough courage to look him in the face and notice his slightly surprised look. The silence between us was agonizing. My chest tightened, bottom lip quivered, and my heart imploded into a billion tiny pieces with each passing second I had to wait in this unbearable quietness. Conclusions were drawn. I was certain he hadn’t felt the same about me.




“Charlie.”




The tone of his voice led me to believe that maybe my conclusions were right. He didn’t feel the same about me.




“You don’t have to say anything. I know.”




I wanted to believe that Harry loved me. He never gave me any reason to think otherwise. In fact, all he’s ever done was make me feel like he loved me.




Rushing to the floor in a panic, I retrieved my loose articles of clothing that were scattered across the floor as he sat up and watched me like a hawk.




“Do I have your permission to speak now?” He asked playfully meeting me down on the floor, where he consoled me. I nodded, half smiling at his joke.




“This time won’t be like the last time.” He took the clothes from my hands and flung them back to the floor. Both his hands met at my waist as he helped me to my feet. “I love you, Charlotte Benson.”




His words warmed my heart. I could almost feel the sincerity in his reassuring diction and just like our lips, our bare bodies clung together which is all I wanted, to feel a sense of closeness to him again because I haven’t felt this close to anyone in so long and I missed it.




Our kisses started off slow but soon turned into a heated, passionate endearment as our bodies longed for one another. An indescribable feeling exploded in me, giving me a feeling of warmth. His pulsating bulge was peeking out through his black briefs. I assisted him in removing the material. Then, I shoved him on the bed where I could have the dominant advantage of being on top, for once.




“Look who’s on top now...Ha! Get it? Because you’re success—” My sentence was cut short because I was distracted by the marvelous Harry Styles, who worked wonders on the sensitive skin of my neck...and it was a shame that I never finished because the joke would’ve been really funny.




His erection was coincidentally positioned between my legs. I thrusted my hips upward and found that by doing so, his hot flesh nestled in my warm, moist folds. His eyes were clenched tight. Deep, lusty groans were let out as I continued the sensual motions until my breathing became unsteady and I could feel myself working up a sweat. His bottom lip was taken harshly in between his teeth, when I started to revolve in slowed paces. I found a strange satisfaction in watching Harry become undone because of me.




“My turn princess.”



He sat up, hands quickly latching onto my hips as he whirled us around. Now, he was above me and the minor curve to his rose-pink lips only reminded me of this victorious action to successfully get me underneath him. His strong hands held me down, pinning me down to the mattress as he kissed me vigorously.




My hands massaged the muscled planes of his back in a motion that matched the rhythmic vibrations that broke through me. My one free hand firmly grasped the sheets beneath me during the time that my body writhed in bliss, while the nails of the other dug into his back. That is, until he stopped dramatically.




“Wait.” Harry reached over to the floor to recover his trousers, where he pulled out a thin, squarish package from his pocket. I watched as he tore the content from its foiled wrapping, hastily sliding the rubber onto his hardened length and tossed the wrapper to the floor. Harry repositioned himself, kneeling between my legs as his plump lips swept across my collarbone. My fingertips muffled through his soft ringlets as he leaned forward resting his entire weight on me. While our lips beckoned, he guided himself to my glistened depths again, this time barely intruding. Pleasurable tingles shot through my body as he led me on. I gasped deeply before his name fell from my lips in plaintive cries.




The features of his lovely face assembled to an elated smile as he continued to tease my body that fully desired his. I became even more impatient and grew more frustrated, if it were even possible to be more sexually frustrated.




“You’re being annoying.” I warned him breathily, with closed eyes. I knew the intensity I felt deep inside would be heightened if he would just quit toying with me. After a matter of time, I couldn’t wait any longer so I initiated the contact. I raised my hips, lifting my lower half off the mattress to drive the amazing feeling further.



“No. Let me.” He demanded, pushing my hips back down, that way he could be in charge. Harry lowered himself again and as I heaved in passion, my non-resisting flesh split and he slid in slowly and gently until he was completely in. Intense moans and cries were freed from my lungs.




“Shh,” he sweetly hushed, returning his rosy lips to mine to keep me quiet. I writhed in satisfaction as his quick thrusts soon turned into slow, heated strokes.




“Mm…so tight,” he murmured against me.




The warmth between us increased as the distance between us decreased. His breathing was fast and hard, much like mine that came in punctual gasps. My legs wrapped around him, welcoming him deeper.




“Have you had enough?” He asked at the same time his hips bucked into mine roughly.




My body was now aching precisely, my legs and thighs and everything between. It felt like I was just a part of some extreme workout. Not trusting my own cracked voice to speak, I let my silence and my strained facial expression do the talking for me. I’d say I had enough for just tonight. Though I would normally want to go on and on with him, I had a feeling my mum would catch on and I’d find myself in trouble.




My room suddenly felt like a fiery furnace. Watching the droplets form on Harry’s blank face, only made me hotter knowing that his heat was bestowed upon me too. His motions soon slowed. His back arched slightly as if he was trying to look upward, but his eyes were closed as a series of obscure words spilled from his mouth. A few moments later, Harry’s head was buried in the crook of my neck, lips violently attacking it.




“I want to feel you.”




With one final thrust, I was sent over the edge and I felt him spill into me, the warm gush through the condom. I’m sure he could feel my early spasms contracting against his bulge. My eyes were clenched shut as he slowly but surely rode out his peak. My fingers once again raked against his back as Harry deepened the penetration to please his still-roused flesh. Soon, I convulsed into a series of explosions. He held me close to him while I shuddered and trembled below him. The waves ceased as did Harry after he toppled onto me and rolled over in one swift gesture.



“That was…” my voice trailed off as I searched for the right words to say. “Different,” I said still struggling to catch my breath. I studied our chests as they rose and fell simultaneously.




“That’s because I know what I’m doing now.” He winked, rolling over to peck my cheek.




His overt words tickled me. That wasn’t at all what I was referring to. I was more so relegating at the words he had expressed to me earlier, but that was good too.

Notes

Sorry for the wait. I wanted to make sure it was perfect for you. Hope you liked it xx