I wiped the sweat from my brow as I set the box down in the bedroom. We had been moving and unpacking all day. Harry had moved most of his stuff a few days before, so all that was left was mine. Our new flat was only a few doors down from our current one. I was excited that they were so close together.

“Hey babe, this is one of the last boxes.”

I nodded, acknowledging him.

“I’m going to go upstairs to finish unpacking those few boxes. Just come find me when you’re back.” I pecked him on the lips as he headed out the door. I went into the bedroom to unpack the few boxes that were sitting by the door.

I heard the door slam as Harry closed the door to our apartment with his foot; his hands were laden with the last of my bags. He stepped into the bedroom and crashed his lips onto mine. I giggled.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“Seeing you like this turns me on,” he said and kissed me again. I had to say that he looked pretty sexy himself, but I pulled away again.

“Let’s do this right,” I said. I winked as I stepped into the bathroom.

When I came out, his eyes popped.

“Damn, Darcy.”

I pulled him to the bed and he pushed me down and climbed on top, his lips never leaving mine.

I ran my hands up his abs and practically tore his shirt off. I tossed it to the side and raised my arms, encouraging him to do the same to me. He did what my actions asked him to, and my lingerie soon joined his shirt somewhere on the floor. His hands roamed my body as his lips attacked mine. I quickly undid the clasp on my bra.

He looked at me uncertainly as I dropped it to the floor.

“Are you sure?” he asked huskily. The lust was evident in his voice. I nodded.

“I need you Harry Styles and there is no way I can wait any longer.”

He smiled, and I reclaimed his lips. His tongue pushed into my mouth once more as his hands fondled my breasts. I moaned with pleasure. I felt him smile against my mouth. He began trailing kisses down my neck, past my collarbone, past my stomach. He stopped right at my hip bones.

My hands threaded themselves in his hair and locked in. He made his way back to my mouth, and his hands made their way to my chest once more. He began playing with my nipple until it stood firm. I moaned in pleasure again. I untangled my hands and undid the buckle on his belt. He slipped easily from his jeans leaving him
only his boxers.

I was left in only a thong and he in only his boxers. I ground my hips into his feeling his erection. He pulled away giving me a look. I was surprised at his control amidst our activity.

“I need you right now Harry or so help me God,” I whispered. He chuckled as he removed my thong. I slipped my hands into the elastic waist band of his boxers and they soon joined the rest of our clothing on the floor.

He nudged my legs apart as his tongue and mine continued their battle for dominance. I could feel his fingers at my entrance; I braced myself for what was coming.

He slid one in first, letting me adjust. When I nodded, he slid in the other. My body exploded with pain and pleasure. He began to move his fingers in and out, pleasuring me. He removed his fingers and positioned himself.

“Ready?” he asked lustily. I nodded and he slid in. He waited patiently for me to
adjust once more.

“You’re so tight!” he exclaimed. I brought his mouth back to mine. I was a bit nervous being a virgin and all. Harry didn’t seem to mind, so I let the worry slip from my mind.

“Good God, Harry,” was all I could manage as he kissed his way down my neck and nipped behind my ear. He smirked. I nodded and he began a steady pace.

His speed built as the pleasure built with us. I rocked my hips. He adjusted to find my spot and I cried out when he found it.

“Oh my God!” I cried as he thrusted deeper into me. I rocked my hips into his once more, signaling him to move faster. He obliged and we were soon both panting in anticipation.

“Oh God, Harry!” I cried, nearing my climax.

“Oh my God, Darcy!” he exclaimed.

As we both drew near our climaxes, our pace picked up even more. I was now rocking my hips to match his motions and pace, one hand tangled in his curls while the other clutched his back. I hit the peak and cried out. He climaxed shortly after I did, and collapsed on top of me. Our bodies were slick with sweat. He rolled onto his back allowing me to curl into his side.

“You were incredible,” he said with a hand running through my crazy hair. I blushed. I wasn’t quite sure what to say.

“Are you lying?” I asked. A flood of insecurities bombarded me. I felt him look at me but didn’t raise my eyes to his. He lifted my chin so I was forced to look at him. I stared into his green eyes as he stared into my brown.

“I would never lie to you,” he said before kissing me softly. I pulled away and smiled. I believed him. I began to trace circles on his stomach as we lay there completely enraptured in one another.

After what felt like ages, I sat up.

“I’m going to take a shower. I love you, Harry,” I said as I stood.

He pulled me down to him and kissed me one last time.

“I love you, too Darcy.”

I smiled, grabbed a change of clothes, and headed into the bathroom. I didn’t bother closing the door assuming that Harry would probably come into the bathroom at some point. I started the shower and stepped in. As I stood under the water for a moment, a smile crept onto my face despite my sadness. The warm water felt so good giving me no desire to move. My eyes fluttered closed as I savored the warmth. I was happy that Harry had been my first.

I opened my eyes and quickly finished my shower. I was ready to get out when the curtain slid back.

“May I join you?” Harry asked me. I nodded and he stepped in while shutting the curtain behind him.

“Holy mother, that’s so hot!” he exclaimed. I laughed.

“You’re being a baby,” I said. I took my showers hot, but I didn’t think they were that hot. Harry pouted so I kissed him.

“I still love you,” I said which caused him to smile.

“I love you, too.”

I wrapped my arms around him as we stood under the hot water. When my hands started to turn prune-y, I exited the shower as Harry got cleaned up. Toweling off, I got dressed and headed back out into the room. I started stripping the sheets off the bed to put into the laundry. I was a little embarrassed by the blood on the sheets. I put them in the laundry basket as Harry walked out of the bathroom. I saw him look at me, but he didn’t say anything. I sat on the edge of the bed as he dressed.

“You have nothing to hide,” he told me.

“I know. It just makes me uncomfortable, and that's gross,” I said. He came and sat next to me, pulling me into his arms. I felt his nose in my hair.

“I love you.”

I pecked him on the lips and left the room to start on the laundry.

Notes

xo

ehm. i'm not sure how i feel about this chapter.