Underneath

Harry sets me down on the sofa and sits back, looking pleased with himself. “Aren’t you worried about your friend?” he asks, moving closer. Mia! I feel bad abandoning her, but, well, she’d do the same to me and she’ll love hearing all the details later. “How did you know I came with someone?” I ask. “I saw you arrive! “ he replies, surprised, adding “every guy in the room did! You’re absolutely beautiful.” Like I must know this, like someones told me already.

“Beautiful?” I try the word on, rolling it round in my mouth. “Beautiful,” he insists, kissing across my cheekbone towards my lips. Our mouths meet and instantly bond together as his hands slide across my dress, smoothing my curves. The shoulder strap slips and the fabric slithers off my breast. Instantly his mouth is on me, sucking softly, grazing the tip with his teeth.

I moan and think I should really do something to him, but this is already further than I’ve ever gone and…hang on! His hand is somehow already under my dress, fingers tracing a line towards the place no-ones ever gone.

My stomach concaves as he touches between my thighs. “You’re wet,” he murmurs. Am I? This is all new to me. We kiss deeply as he strokes around the opening. It feels so strange, I realise I’m breathing hard, partially with lust and if I’m honest, fear.

He slides a finger in and I gasp. Believe me when I say absolutely nothing has ever been there before! I’ve never even been aware of it. Harry, on the other hand knows exactly where it is! I groan as he strokes…and exactly what to do with it!

He pushes me back on the sofa, adjusting so he’s almost on top of me. His lips work down my neck, eventually freeing the other breast. His curls fall across my chest, then, he pushes another finger into me…

…suddenly, I react. “Ow!” A sharp, thin pain, just inside. He sits up, pupils dilated, his eyes almost black. “You’re a virgin.” This is said without surprise or annoyance and it’s not a question.

“No,” I exclaim reflexively, “sharp fingernail or something?” He plays along, checking his nails with a smirk. “Just forget it!” I mutter pulling him clumsily towards me. He fends me off and my heart sinks. “Slow down!” he urges. Great! Now we’re going to have some passion killing conversation about ‘the right time.’

I pull up my dress straps miserably. “Hey?” he catches my eye, adding quickly, “I don't care.” Oh! Now I’m confused, scared to say or do anything, theres a long pause. His eyes have crystallised again, pale tourmaline green. He smiles, stands, “lie down, I want to taste you” he says quietly.

Crikey! All is not lost! but first…“can I?” I ask quickly, dropping to my knees in front of him. I’ll admit I’m partially driven by anxiety. The idea of laying in a completely vunerarable position with a mans mouth between my thighs scares me. I need some time.

He only got one button done on his shirt anyway! I slide my hands up his stomach and undo it. I kiss where his jeans meet a leaf tattoo and pull his belt loose. I can already see the outline of his erection, I kiss through his jeans, it feels warm and firm. Again, we’re in unchartered territory here. I’ve never seen a man up close before. I pull aside his clothes, more surprised than anything. It’s much bigger than I’d imagined, threatening and otherworldly, like an internal organ in the wrong place.

I wrap my lips round the shaft and suck, unsure of what to do. With both hands I stroke the length and work my mouth towards the tip. Once there, I close my mouth over it, running my tongue round the unfamiliar shape.

“Look at me,” he orders; I obey immediately We hold each others gaze as I suck the slick and salty head. He pushes off my shoulder straps and the dress pools to my waist. “You’ve no idea how amazing this looks!” he says, groaning and pushing into me. I steady the base with my hand and take him deep into my mouth.

I watch him as his breathing quickens, feel him twist a handful of my hair round his wrist. He pushes into me slightly with a groan, then…pulls my hair back to lift my chin, withdrawing from my mouth. “I don't want to come straight away,” he explains.

He meets me on his knees and we kiss briefly before he urges me down. I lie back to feel him push aside my dress, open my legs, his warm breath moves up my thighs…

Ⓒ SphinxWriter13 2017

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