(Warning: This is very detailed sexually, so if you don't like that type of thing, I suggest you skip this chapter. This is the only warning I will be giving for the whole story so just know the sex scene will be detailed and descriptive xo)
Harry's blazing eyes don't leave mine as I make my way to him. I prop my knee up on the bed and pull myself up. At the same time, Harry lifts himself up against the headboard and holds his hand out for mine. The second I place my hand in his, he wraps his fingers around it and pulls me on to him. My knees go his sides and I am straddling his lap. I have done this before with him, but not in so little clothing. I hold myself up using my knees so we aren't touching, but Harry isn't having it. He positions his hands on my hips and gently pushes me down. His t-shirt is bunched up at my side, barging my thighs completely. I am glad I shaved my legs this morning. The second our bodies touch, my stomach begin to stir. I know his happiness that I feel isn't going to last and I feel like Cinderella, waiting for the clock to strike to end my blissful night.
"Much better" he says and gives me a crooked smile.
I know he is drunk and that's why he is being nice, well nice for him, but I will take it. If this is truly the last time I will be around him then this is how I want to spend it. I keep telling myself that. I can behave however I want tonight with Harry because when the daylight comes I am going to tell him to never come near me again and he will oblige. it's for the best and I know that is what he will want when he isn't intoxicated. To my defense, I am just as intoxicated by Harry as he is by the bottle of Scotch be consumed.
As Harry continues to stare into my eyes, I begin to feel nervous . What should I do next? I have an idea where Harry is going to take this and I don't want to make a fool of myself by trying to do something first.
He seems to notice my uncomfortable expression.
"What's wrong?" He asks and bring a hand to my face. His finger traces over my cheek bone and my eyes involuntarily close at his touch. His mouth is surprisingly gentle.
"Nothing..I just don't know what to do." I admit and look down.
"Do whatever you want to do Tess, don't overthink it." He advise and I nod. I lean back a little to create about a foot of space between our chests and bring my hand up to his bare chest. I look at him for permission and he nods. I press both hands against his chest softly and he closes his eyes. My fingers trace the swallows on his chest and down to the moth on his stomach. His eyelashes flutters as I trace the scripture on his ribs. His expression is so calm but his chest is moving up and down much more rapidly than it was a few minutes ago. I am unable to control myself as I bring my hand down and run my index finger along the waistband of his boxers. His eyes shoot open and he looks nervous. Harry, nervous?
"Can I uhmm..touch you? I ask I hope that he gets what I mean without me having to say it. I feel detached from myself, who is this girl straddling this punk boy and asking to touch him...down there? I think back to what Harry said earlier about me being my true self with him. Maybe he is right. I love the way I feel right now, I love the electricity shooting my body as he nods.
"Please" he answers and I lower my hand. I keep my hand on top of his boxers and slowly reach the slight bulge in his boxers. He sucks in a breath as I graze my hand over him. I don't know what to do so I just keep touching it, running my fingers up and down. I am too nervous to look at him so I keep my eyes on his growing crotch.
"Do you want me to show you what to do?" He asks quietly his voice is shaky. His usual cocky demeanor has shifted.
I nod and he puts his hand over mine once again and bring it down to touch him again. He opens my hand and makes my finger cup around his length. He sucks a breath between his lips and I look up at him through my lashes. He takes his hand off of mine, giving me full control.
"Fuck Tessa, don't do that." He growls. I still my hand and try to jerk it away.
"No, not that. Keep doing that, I mean don't look at me they way."
"What way?"
"That innocent way, it makes me want to do so many dirty things to you." he informs me and I want to throw myself back onto the bed and let him do whatever he wants. I give him a small smile and begin to move my hand again. I want to take his boxer off but I am afraid to. A moan escape from his lips and I tighten my grip on him, I want to hear that sound again. I don't know if I should move my hand faster or not so I keep it the slow but tight movement and he seems to like it. I lean in and press my lips against the clammy skin of his neck. causing him to moan again.
"Fuck Tess, your hand feel so good wrapped around me." He says. I give him a little tighter squeeze and he winces. "Not that hard, baby" his voice is soft and not mocking at all.
"Sorry" I say and kiss his neck again. My tongue runs over the skin below his ear and his body jump, his hand go to my chest and he cups my breast beneath his hands.
"Can I. take. off. your. bra?" His voice is so uncontrolled and raspy. I am amazed by the effect I am having on him. I nod as his eyes light up in excitement. His hands are shaky as he reaches under the shirt and up my back, he unclasps my bra as soon as his fingers touch the strap and I t start to think about how many times he has done that to be able to do it so quickly. I force the thoughts to back of my mind and Harry slides the shoulder straps down my arms, making me let go of him. As soon as the bra is gone he puts his hands up the front of my shirt and grabs a hold of my breast again. His finger lightly pinch my nipples as he lean forward to kiss me. I moan into his mouth and reach down and grab his length again.
"Oh Tessa, I am going to come " he says and I feel the wetness growing in my panties even though he is only touching my chest. His touch is heavenly and I feel like I may come too, just from his moans and his gently assault against my chest. His legs tense under me and kiss becomes sloppier, his hands drop down my to my lap and I feel a wetness spread though his boxer and I pull my hand away. I have never made anyone else come, obviously. Harry's head rolls and he takes a few breaths while I sit on his thighs, unsure what to do. His eyes open and he lifts his head back up to look at me. A lazy smile crosses his face and he leans forward and kisses me on my forehead.
"I have never cum like that before." he says and I am back to being embarrassed.
"It was that bad?" I ask and I try to move off of his legs. He stops me.
"What? No, you were that good. It usually takes more than someone just grabbing me through my boxers." he answers and a pang of jealousy hits me. I don't what to think about all other girls that has made Harry feel this way. He takes in my silence and cups my cheek, brushing his thumb along my temple. I am comforted by the fact that the others had to do more than I did, but I still wish they're weren't any others. I don't know why I bother to feel this way, me and Harry are still unsolved. We are never going to date or be anything other than this but right now I just want to live in the moment. I laugh a little as the thought crosses my mind. I am not a "live in the moment" type person at all.
"What are you thinking?" He asks and I shake my head. I don't want to tell him of my jealousy thoughts.
"Oh come on Tessa, just tell me." he says and I shake my head again. In a very un-Harry move he grabs a hold of my hips and begins to tickle me. I scream with laughter and fall off of him and onto the soft bed. He continues to tickle me and I can't breath. His laughter booms through the room and it's the most beautiful sound I have ever heard. I have never heard him laugh this way and something tells me hardly anyone has. Despite his flaws, his many flaws, I consider myself lucky to see him this way.
"Okay..okay! I will tell you! I screech and he stops.
"Good choice" he says. "But hold that thought, I need to change my boxer" he smile and I blush.