Harry Styles . . . who would have known such an ordinary looking guy would unveil my eyes to see his dangerous beauty. That first night I passed by him, like I did many others, I felt no magnetic pull. There was no halo or glowing aura around him. It wasn't love at first sight . . . so what happened to make him possess me so?

It was the poison in his kiss; like a snake bite. Swells at first very slowly, unaware that the venom has traveled into your blood stream, flowing into your heart. And his musk . . . luring girls like prey to his trap. Once captivated, there is no where to go . . . you are his. And thats how I feel.

When I least expect it, Harry pushes his fingers deep and they hit a sensitive spot in my walls. It causes me to jerk my head up and feel like a stranger in my own body. Now I understand the purpose. Our eyes meet again but I see he's headed down. . . further down. My heart starts to race and for the first time I'm really nervous.

"Wait, what are you doing?" I ask a little worried.

"What do you mean?" His face is glistening of pure seduction, kneeling before my crotch.

He holds one of my thighs down as his own body slides backwards, his face now in full view of my love canal. I'm so nervous I involuntarily try to close my legs. And I see how this startles Harry.

"What are you do-" he asks, a bit confused. "Haven't you ever been eaten before?"

"Eaten? Uh, no . . . ladies don't get eaten, Harry."

"Oh YES they do . . . don't be nervous, Jude. I'm going to make you feel good."

I rub my forehead unsure if I'm ready to cross that bridge, certain that I was about to jump less than an hour ago. I don't know why my nerves have kicked in, making me seem like a prude.

"I just thought . . . because you're shaved. . ." he reasons.

"I may be into retro things but I'm not a hippie, Harry," I chuckle.

"Are you going to trust me?" He lifts his brows.

When I stare at his garnet lips, knowing how amazing they feel every time they touch me, I dare myself to jump the plank. Nodding, I revert back to that dark sphere and wait for Harry to . . .eat me? My mind jumps back to something that I know, familiarity.

Im laying in my room in my parents house, listening to Strawberry fields and scrolling through my tweets. My room is white with one wall painted baby blue. My bed is also white with black paisley patterns. The right wall, where my desk sits, has three posters of the Beatles. And that's my safe haven, my innocence in a box.

The images are interrupted by an overwhelming sensation, returning to Harry's room and stripping away all things "pure". I'm too embarrassed to open my eyes, all I know is that Harry's tongue has grazed my opening. My jaw drops immediately. Whats going on? Where am I and who is this making me feel like I didn't even know my body at all.

It feels like I'm still falling from the bridge, stuck in the in between pull before the crash. Knowing that everything is now out of my control. Its in Harry's. I get carried away by how his tongue dances around persuasively, sucking and flicking specific areas. Suddenly his whole mouth covers her and he thrusts his succulent tongue inside. I moan aloud and my hands run to his curls for comfort.

When I moan, I can feel Harry smiling on me. When he does . . . when he moans . . . the vibrations bounce all over, making me squirm even more. Had I known what I was missing out on . . . thats just it, I didn't know until Harry. He lifts his body and I finally regain sight. His bottom lip is caught between his teeth and his snake eyes look fluorescent green.

"Did you like that?" he whispers, placing his entire weight on me. I shake my head timidly. "I simply can't believe that no one's ever-"

"You're assuming that I've been with a lot of guys, Harry."

"No, I'm not. You're a very classy girl and I actually like the idea of being the first to eat your pussy."

"Harry!" I blush hard.

"What?" He laughs. "I like making you squirm, it's cute. But if you were mine, which right now you are, I would go down on you every night . . . I fucking swear it!" He laughs.

Harry was being very blunt and vulgar but even that made me wild about him. He's my guilty pleasure. I realize it isn't about the many sides to Harry Styles, but the wholeness that is him. He's charming, funny, childish, caring, jealous, angry and remarkably sexual.

"He still wants you, ya know. . ."

His smile is a dangerous thing to behold, especially right as he's grinding softly upon me. I'm done with the coverings and the brakes. My hands slide down his back, under his briefs, and I grab his tight bum.

"You can have me under the covers," I whisper with a smile.

"Very well!" he shouts enthusiastically.

I crawl up to the pillows and relief washes over me now that I'm hiding in the sheets. Removing my underwear, I swiftly toss them to the floor before he turns around. Harry is standing by his dresser, fumbling through a drawer. The minute I see the shiny black packet, my heart skips. The anticipation of connecting with Harry is like waiting in line for the world's fastest roller coaster ride. The wait drives you crazy because you know you're about to have the best time of your life.

Harry turns around, fixing his bedroom eyes on me while wetting his lips. I see the packet hidden in his hand as he yanks down his sweats. My eyes grow wide when they take a glimpse of his bulge, eager to see it. Like slow motion, his thumbs hook at the sides of his briefs and he pulls them down. For once I forget about me and yearn to focus all my attention on enjoying Harry.

I gulp. His size intimidates as well as excites me. My eyes scan over Harry's frame, taking in this perfect sculpture of toned porcelain skin. His tattoos decorate him so exquisitely, and his once combed hair has now fallen over his eyes, messy and reckless. I notice his protruding V lines pointing down at his stiff length. He's all lean muscle as he climbs in to bed.

"Are you cold?' he asks and moves closer to my side.

I shrug shoulders, still smiling, but the chill returns when I see the blanket down to my navel. Harry leans on his forearm, trapping me with his leg over mine. He brushes his untamed curls to the side of his face, yet all my electricity is centering around his hardness pressed against my hip. Its very warm compared to his cool dewy skin. The texture is noticeably different as well.

Suddenly, I feel it twitch and I gasp quietly enough for Harry not to notice. Then he does it again but when I look at him intently, his grin is taunting me. His fingers continue to caress the landscape of my chest, forming a wide number 8 and soon sliding his knee in between my legs.

"You took them off? That was my job," Harry smirks.

A soft chuckle escapes me as I place my arms over my head. Then Harry grabs hold of my chin, directing me to his wet lips. His teeth tug on my bottom lip and I already know the ascension to this ride has begun. He sucks and nibbles before freeing my mouth from this tug of war, only to dive back in more fervently. His hands wrap around my arms and glide down to my wrists while he shifts completely on top of my body.

His weight robs me of needed oxygen, but it seems irrelevant compared to whats stirring inside me. Harry's lips are crashing on me hard with his forgiving tongue soothing me as it exists. Lips are already burning and bruising but its activating the rest of my body. First my legs raising like guard rails and then my hips rocking timidly on their own accord.

Harry brings his arms under my shoulders and sustains his upper body weight while gazing into my eyes. His length is stroking my swollen outer lips as his hips rise and fall. Each time sending a strong current to the hurricane forming in my stomach. In case that wasn't enough torture, he begins to jerk back and forward, causing his shaft and scrotum to smack against me. Then finally pressing hard against her so that I may know the solid muscle thats about to tear me in two.

"Harry . . . I can't wait . . .any longer," I pant, going out of my mind.

"How badly do you want it?" he presses dirty against me, his words dripping with sex. "Put it on me."

Harry lifts to his knees, taking the packet from beside my pillow and ripping it with his teeth. He hands it to me and leans his hips closer so that I may roll it on. My hands are a bit shaky at first, still I take advantage to study his stiff member, wrapping my hand around his thickness and stroking it once. Harry grunts from pleasure and smiles at me approvingly.

The storm is gaining strength, the ride soon to reach its peak before the sky falls around us. Our tender lips are blood red but we can't keep away. Harry continues to tease me with the same tactics of before, and when I look over at the clock I huff at the realization of the time . . .3:48. How did time go by so quickly.

"Harry . . .please?" I whine.

"Not yet, I want you ready baby. Wet and ready," he whispers against my ear.

My chest is heaving and I feel the warmth of my canal escalating along with its moisture. Harry props himself on one hand and slips the other between my legs, he smiles and knows. I see him grab his tip and begin to rotate it around my entrance. My eyes close, My hands are in the air ready to feel the wind hit my face on the way down from the first fall.

I can feel his heat shoot through the protective film as Harry pries me open. He thoughtfully goes in only half way, giving me a moment to catch my breath and adapt to his thickness. He glides out and eases his way in again, moaning with a cuss under his breath. I peek up at him, his eyes are closed with burrowed brows. Lips are parted but when he goes in a third time, he bites down on them hard.

I'm pacing my breathes as exhaustion begins to creep in, I feel like I'm running a marathon and I haven't even reached 5 miles yet. I peck kiss Harry on the tip of his chin, spreading a grin on his face. And then I feel him push completely through, filling me to the very brim. I whimper at the tearing and soreness thats starting to form. Being stretched to unfathomable lengths that is Harry, molded to his perfection.

I hiss whenever he thrusts deep inside, it stings but then I'm washed with more currents of satisfaction, adding to the force that will soon explode. I'm going through loops now, the scary part is over. My adrenaline is enjoying the ride, getting psyched for the final stomach twirling drop.

"Shhhh baby . . . just relax and focus on my voice," his tone is soothing to my ears.

Soon my tension is gone and my muscles have relaxed a bit. I bravely lift my legs for deeper contact, arching my back so that Harry hits my good spot. The pain has numbed my insides and all I feel is the pleasure. The danger comes when he starts to go faster, thrusting deeper and grinding slower after each powerful set.

I never thought I'd have, or enjoy, the kind of sex that makes the bed shake and panting seem unrealistic. Although I am quiet, I can't control the volume of my breathing. Harry holds nothing back as he grunts, moans and sighs.

"I'm so close . . . I want you to cum with me," he mumbles.

With that being said, Harry drops all his weight and we work together towards the finish line. He grinds on me quickly as my hips mimic his movements. I'm so tired but I can feel my orgasm approaching. I find the angle that triggers the spiral and keep still. My back stiffens and I forget how to breathe, gasping for air while my body convulses from the steady pressure.

"I'm right behind you, baby,"

Harry drops his head on my shoulder and I feel his same reaction. His grunts and warm exhales are blown into my ear, furthering all sensations.

"Fuck!" he whispers. "You . . . you were so tight. . . fuck."

Harry's body is heavy and sweaty, sprawled on top of me. I inhale the scent we've left as its hovering around us. Its sensual, human and erotic. I have either survived the drop or have died and been sent an angel with brown curly hair. The best sex I will ever have so long as I'm alive.

His body rolls off but my chest is still shaking, my whole core is. I watch him lazily stand and drag his feet to the bathroom. I close my eyes and replay the last twenty minutes in disbelief. Not expecting the image of an airport to pop in my head and ruin the moment. I remember him calling me baby and saying if I were his, even though it was just fitting and probably not meant to be taken too seriously.

I'm afraid I'm doomed. I tore open my heart the minute I let him have me. And this is when I earn my bruise. My thoughts begin to put me to sleep, sedated by worry. I hear a faint flush of the toilet. With my back facing the bathroom, I'm still too lazy to turn around. I can feel Harry move the bed and pause.

"Are you sleeping?" he whispers sweetly.

It takes everything in me to lift my brows in response. I'm so exhausted I don't care about anything right now. His body moves closer, now cooler than before. His arm scoops under my head, pushing me towards him. I roll my head to the side of his chest and bring my hand over his stomach.

I'm smiling inside once I feel him press his lips against my damp forehead. He starts mumbling something I can't decipher. It sounds like a lullaby that I probably wont remember in the morning.

"Heyyy Jude, don't be afraid . . . You were made tooo go out and get herrr. The minute you let her under your skin, then you begin to make it better. . ."