His tongue brutally lashes at my sopping pussy like he's feasting on his favorite popsicle; licking, biting, eating, ravishing. I scream when his jaw flexes to occupy the whole length of my slit, tongue violating my entrance.
"So fucking sweet." He murmurs into the spent flesh, diving in for more.
I explode for the second time when he sucks on my clit, drinking up every last drop that leaks out of me.
"Delicious." He places a kiss on my pussy.
"Please" I rasp, unaware of what I'm asking for, myself.
"Patience sweetheart," he grumbles, licking and kissing a path up between the valley of my breasts to the column of my neck and finally to my lips which he devours.
Our mouths move lazily, and the moment is sweet until he slaps my weeping pussy. I flinch back and squirm at the sting, unsure of how I feel about it.
I groan when he does it again, feeling it right on my clit.
"You like that?" Slap. My vision blurs, I resist the urge to touch myself. Slap.
Three fingers intrude my leaking hole and pound in ruthlessly till I run out of breath in my lungs.
"Harry I'm going to-"
A hard, thick length rips right through me and my throat is the sorest after screaming louder than I thought I could.
"Feels. So. Good." He groans, and the pain makes itself known after the orgasmic high.
He doesn't move. Neither do I. We're both frozen in place, him prowled over me with an almost pained look on his face as he fights the urge to begin thrusting. My mouth parts when I finally sink into the pleasure of his cock filling me up, and he grits his teeth at something he sees on my face, grinding his hips further into me.
"You're so wet, so tight." He rolls his hips and slams back into me. Lights burst before my eyes and I cry out as he hits a certain spot.
"There? Right there?" He's pressed up against me and my body rocks back each time at how hard at he's pounding into me.
The bed squeaks and slams into the wall behind us, no doubt marking the wallpaper. The dirty sounds of slapping skin and wet squelches of our arousal pulls me close, so close to the edge and Harry speeds up.
"Oh Harry!" He moves in and out at the speed of light, racing to his peak and that does it for me.
I see the tensed ripples of muscle, a blinding curtain of light takes up the rest of my vision and I'm covered in him as he roars and nuts into me with a few more thrusts.
The ropey strings of him fill me right up as he settles his weight over me, and I sink into the now, damp sheets, a musky smell tainted the air and my skin glows with heat after our physical excursions.
Harry's eyes find mine and there's a conflict raging somewhere within. They scream regret, guilt, shame... anger. And I'm suddenly left the perpetrator again. My stomach twists at the thought of him regretting what just happened, shunning me and hating himself for it.
His brows furrow.
"I'm sorry." A broken whisper, and my heart cracks in two.
He begins to maneuver himself off of me and I reach out before he can escape, wanting to anchor him, to make him stay. Not because I want to but because I need to.
My eyes plead for me, unable to find a trace of what's left of my voice.
"You didn't deserve that," he shakes his head and doesn't meet my gaze. I swallow the lump in my throat and latch onto his wrist, urging his eyes to meet mine, he doesn't even look at my face.
"Harry, please." My gravelly voice has his jaw clenching, and I just knew he was fighting his own battle somewhere inside his head.
"Fuck, I'm so sorry Beth." My chest caves at the nickname, and an inevitable douse of tears line my eyes.
"Will you please just look at me?"
Slowly, oh so fucking slowly, he lifts his lowered face and hesitantly meets my line of sight, drowning eyes carefully brushing over the curtain of hair that falls over my bare shoulders, to my collarbones and the skin of chest that disappears under the cover of the sheet. Like he's printing it all into memory, like he's trying to be sure if I'm really here.
He blinks.
"I shouldn't have done that."
My breath hitches. Heart dies. Stomach curls painfully. And I blink back the wetness that fills my eyes.
"Oh... okay." I cling tightly onto the sheet pressed to my chest, suddenly feeling too exposed.
"Shit, no, that's not what I meant,"
"It is what you meant."
"Beth, no-"
"Don't! Don't call me that."
A burdened silence falls upon us.
"Baby, listen to me," I turn my face away when he reaches for my cheek.
"I don't regret sleeping with you, not for a second. It was one of the best things I've ever done, I just- I regret the way I did it, the way I forced you into it. You didn't deserve that, you deserve to be touched and made love to for your first time, not fucked like—" he breathes and hangs his head, "like I did you." His voice strains at the last word and my heart softens a bit at his confession. Just when I was beginning to believe the worst in him.
I finally take the time to look at him, at his strained features, the slight pout of his lips, that tick in his jaw muscle, those express full eyes that manage to hide behind a wall sometimes.
"I don't care about that Harry, all that matters is that it was you," I gulp and find the courage to continue, "whether I was made love to or- or fucked, I just wanted it to be you, and it was beautiful." I watch his Adam's Apple roll as he manages another deep swallow, eyes hazed with something indecipherable and trained on me like I'd grown a second head.
A second later and he was closing the space between us to demolish my mouth, and I moan into the kiss, having missed his lips on mine, his skin under my fingers and his taste on my tongue. He kisses me like a savage, like a possessed man and that part of me tingles as he makes love to my mouth.
"Shit baby, if that's what you want then I can fuck you into tomorrow," he groans over the pillows of my lips and leans in for another shattering kiss.
I don't notice his actions until I feel a breeze on my chest, and he's immediately reaching for my used nipples.
"Fucking love your tits." He swallows them up and sucks on my babies like it's his favorite candy.
"Harry" I gasped when his fingers met my soaked sex and proceeded to fondle with my folds.
"I want you, want you so bad baby," my body arched into him at the starved declaration, wanting nothing but for him to take me the way he pleases to.
And that's exactly how we get lost in eachother, in a tangle of limbs and sheets, sweaty and sexy in the most filthiest of ways as we devote ourselves to one another for hours to come.