Sooo…a word on this chapter. This is what I call, ‘edge of consent.’ She doesn't say ‘no’ or ‘stop,’ but it does get a little gritty. Please read with intelligence!

His lips graze quickly up my thighs and his mouth falls on me, sucking desperately. Then looks up. “Has anyone ever done this before?” “No’” I admit. (no point pretending here!) He groans with lust and licks firmly round the centre. He pushes my knees back, exposing me fully. I thought I’d be mortified at this stage but it just feels so good, I don't care. He keeps going sucking and licking till I’m panting heavily.

A finger pushes into me and I flinch. He sits up. “Look, if you want to enjoy this we need to get something over with,” he says, pointing meaningfully between my legs.

Now, I’ve absolutely no qualms about loosing my virginity right now; but I am worried its going to hurt. Mai’s already done it and given me the low down in graphic detail. “Can I go on-top?” I ask, hoping this will be better.

I won't bore you with the length of time it takes me, but I’m positioned on-top dithering hopelessly until my arms start to tremble with the effort of holding myself up. “Hey!” he says and I look up. A boyish grin. “Now you see it!” Quickly but firmly he pulls me down and pushes up at the same time, penetrating me in one hit. I scream out. “Now you don’t!” He adds. “Abracadabra!” he finishes cheekily; and I can’t help but laugh out loud.

“You absolute dickhead!” I say, both of us laughing. “That really hurt! You and me are going to fall out Harry Styles,” I threaten, pointing at him. He slaps my finger away, “yeah?” he challenges. “Yeah!” I slap back. Considering what's just happened it seems crazy to be messing with him like he’s my little brother but - I’m glad. I’m so glad its done and I’m happy it was him. He's still laughing and joking with me, the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen, when a fog lifts and its hits me…I’m in love.

Gradually, the messing about fades away and I start to move, testing this new sensation. Its bizarre, like living in a house for years and suddenly finding hidden passage behind a bookcase. The opening is still sore but deep inside, something starts to wake up. A squeeze of pleasure as I thrust down on him. He moans, gripping my hips. I keep going, watching his body move underneath me, his exquisite face, liquid green eyes sparkling with desire.

Eventually, he rolls me on my back and quickens his pace. The bird tattoo hovers above my face and I kiss the wings as I connect the dots. The man has an internal organ that belongs to women; and I can’t hold it any longer “I love you,” I whisper into his chest. He looks down at me intrigued.. but doesn't say anything.

Staying on top, he pulls my legs up to rest his chest on the backs, my ankles either side of his head. I feel the position tighten me inside, he moans and fixes me with a look. “Say that again.” A dangerous smile plays across his face. Oh no he heard! “Say what?” I ask, playing dumb. “You know, what you said just then.” As he says this I feel him withdraw, and use his hand to play the soft tip of his dick around my opening. “I didn’t say anything,” I lie, wondering where he’s going with this, and…where he’s going with his dick!

My body's folded and I can’t really move, just my ass fully exposed to him; suddenly I realise why he got me in this position as I feel his dick push into me anally. “What are you doing?” I ask stupidly…”Say what you said before,” he mutters, pushing deeper into me.

A deep, hollow pain, I gasp. “Why are you doing this?!” I cry. “Say what you said,” he says frustrated and carries on, now gently thrusting inside me. “Why?” I rasp, willing him to stop. “Just say it,” he threatens. Suddenly, he releases my legs and leans onto me grabbing my wrists, holding them above my head with one hand. His body is so heavy I really can’t move, I feel like a butterfly pinned to a board. His other hand moves to my neck, threatening to squeeze. “I love you!” I gasp.

At this, pleasure and relief spreads across his face as he carries on pushing into me, quicker now. “You’re hurting!” I cry. He smiles, “You didn’t mind me hurting you before,” he counters not stopping. “That was different,” I say…and before I can say more…“say it again,” he demands.

I hesitate, wondering how we got to this point. Then he thrusts into me deeply. “Don’t make this worse,” he says almost confused. “I love you!” I admit quietly. “Again,” “I love you!” I say, louder this time. “Again” he demands…“I love you!” I cry out.

I carry on screaming the words as he thrusts into me with a new found intensity; now I have no choice but to just take it. I watch this beautiful man hold me down, cause me pain...and it just makes me want him more. Eventually, he gasps to a finish, gripping my body so hard I’ll be bruised. He slows, panting and slick with sweat, releases my wrists.

I take a moment to gather myself, then…I slap his face hard. When he doesn't react I slap it again. Still nothing, he just watches me, unreadable. I pound the side of my fist into his chest, then the other. Still he just looks at me like nothings happening. Eventually, I’m raining down blows on him and I’ve lost control completely.

He grabs my wrists and pulls me in, cradling my body, kissing my hair. “Oh my God, you’re so beautiful,” he mutters, “say it again.” I'm crying now, clinging to him for comfort. “I love you,” I whisper. “Again, please!” he pleads. “I love you,” I whisper, stroking his curls, kissing his forehead. We stay wrapped together for some time. We soothe each other, as I whisper the same 3 words over and over. Eventually…

…A knock on the door. “Are you in there?” Its Mia. Harry looks at me - “a friend!” he says, eyes glittering…

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