My fist knocked on the black door in front of me. I only had to wait a matter of moments before a rather tall, curly haired guy appeared. He was still dressed in his training gear, barefoot as he stood before me.
“Hello Beautiful.” Harry grinned down at me.
“Hi.” I shyly smiled.
My hand was gripped tightly in his, tugging me into the hallway of his flat before closing the door behind me.
“You know, I would have come and picked you up.” He spoke whilst removing my bag from my shoulder.
I was slowly working on Harry’s possessive need to constantly protect me. He had reluctantly allowed me to walk to his flat alone from work after our conversation over the phone. But that was only after a good ten minutes of trying to convince me otherwise.
“Thanks for the offer though.” I smiled.
I wanted to let him know that his care over me was appreciated. Harry made me feel safe. I knew his defensive nature towards women had bloomed from his childhood. He had grown up too fast, taking on the role of the only male in the house. The protector.
My thoughts were abruptly cut off when soft lips landed on mine. The kiss was sweet, lasting a couple of seconds before he pulled away, rubbing his nose against mine. My hands were placed on his chest, feeling his strong torso through the white t shirt he wore. The vibrations could be felt as Harry hummed in appreciation of my touch, fingertips slowly trailing down his front. I caught hold of the navy material on his hip, lightly tugging.
“I love these shorts.” I admitted smiling up at him.
“Oh yeah?” He asked, eyebrows raised.
His tone was teasing, long fingers brushing away stray strands of hair from my face.
“Mmhm. You’ve got a crackin’ pair of legs on you, Harry.”
I leaned up placing a kiss to his cheek as he laughed. When I drew back, my right eye dropped in a wink. My body turned to stroll away down the hall but Harry quickly caught hold of my hand.
“Did you just wink at me?” He asked rather amused.
I shrugged trying to fight the smile spreading on my lips.
“You’re using my moves against me.” Harry lowly spoke.
“Who said that they were your moves?” I cheekily replied.
His raspy laugh echoed again as my hand was brought up to his mouth. Plump pink lips leaving a kiss to the back.
“You’re amazing.” He breathily whispered against my skin.
I gasped as Harry tugged me into his warm body, my arms round his waist holding him close. His head dipped, teeth nibbling at the skin in the crook of my neck as he playfully growled. The intimate actions almost caused me to forget about the impending fight. Almost.
Two days. Two days until Harry stepped into the ring. I couldn’t care less who won, as long as he made it out alive. I had quickly grown to learn Harry processed a very stubborn nature. He had refused to talk to me any further about the boxing match as I desperately tried to persuade him to call it off. My last attempt had caused him to raise his voice, my body cowering back against the wall. I didn’t want to anger Harry, we both knew the marks on my arm had yet to fade.
It’s as if he could read my mind as he gently took hold of the wrist. My breath hitched in my throat as I intently watched him raise my forearm up. The skin was darkly imprinted with Harry’s fingertips and the strong hold that he had held me hostage with days before. I hated the physical reminder of how he lost his temper, unaware he was causing me harm. Harry was so much stronger. It frightened me. His nervousness was apparent, gulping before sprinkling light kisses to the bruises. All the while his green gaze kept locked on me.
“I have a few things to sort out. It shouldn’t take too long.”
He squeezed my hand, offering me a small smile. I found myself disappointed that it didn’t reach his cute dimples.
“Ok.” I nodded.
I kissed his cheek before he wandered off to the living room. My feet followed after him and I watched as he sat down, retrieving his laptop from the coffee table and crossing his ankles in front of him. I stayed by the doorframe, curiously peering at him as he typed. Harry’s sparkling eyes playfully glanced up to me before I gestured I’d leave him to it.
I nervously waited on to the end of Harry’s large bed, my knee hopping up and down. Footsteps could be heard and I assumed he was searching for me. The door was creaked open, a large hand pressing to the wood to reveal a tall curly-haired guy. He looked so beautiful. His head tilted to the side as he inquisitively stared at me from the doorway.
“What are you doing in here?” Harry smiled, slightly confused.
I got up from my seated position, quickly making my way towards him before I could chicken out.
“I want to try again.” I whispered.
Harry immediately knew the subject I was leaning towards. His hand slipped into his back pocket; I frowned as his phone was pulled out. But I soon realised what he was doing. My heart pounding as the light on the screen closed down. His phone switched off as he placed it on the side.
“I’m all yours.” Harry spoke quietly.
My eyes widened slightly at the speed he had removed his t shirt. Dark curls flopped back over his forehead as the clothing dropped to the floor. The door abruptly closing, Harry kicking it shut with his bare foot.
My mouth had become impossibly dry as I reached out towards his waist. Our foreheads pressed together, Harry inhaling my trembling breath. My fingers anxiously fumbled with the button, tugging down the zip. I had a feeling it was blatantly obvious that I had never undressed anyone in my life, especially someone as beautiful as Harry. The shorts were clumsily shoved from his hips and he stepped out of them when they hit the carpet. My nervousness was clear through my shaking hands as I touched over the smooth skin of Harry’s stomach. He hummed, his fingertips brushing my cheek, thumb sliding over my bottom lip. My eyes desperately found his, green and sparkling.
“Shh, it’s alright, Baby.” Harry whispered.
My eyelashes fluttered as he softly nudged my head with his. Large hands placed on top of my trembling ones, guiding them to the band of his boxers. He helped me in slipping them down his hips. My gaze still locked on Harry’s as his underwear dropped round his feet. I wasn’t really sure what to do, but I forced myself to make the first move, pushing my uncertainty to the back of my mind. Harry’s lips parted as I blindly cupped my small hand underneath his already throbbing erection. The thick length was hard and heavy resting in my palm. The soft silky feeling of his skin surprised me, a vast contrast to the rigid shaft. He groaned lightly at the touch before placing his hand under mine, encouraging me to curl my fingers round him.
“Pump.” He whispered breathlessly.
I slowly moved my wrist back and forth. Harry stayed speechless apart from a few soft moans. Curly hair tickled at my forehead as hot breath puffed over my face. I felt his hand briefly graze mine a few times as my touch neared the tip. His arm was moving and I found myself curious. Harry’s lips pressed a kiss to mine before I looked down. I took in a shaky breath, my eyes widening at his size. Harry’s thumb was gently rubbing circles into the swollen head.
“Let me.” I whispered.
He removed his hand as I carefully replicated his actions with my thumb. The sounds he made against the crook of my neck told me I was doing it right. After a few more minutes I noticed Harry’s breathing pick up considerably. Bare chest rising and falling quickly. He desperately grabbed my hands, pinning them to my sides. I was about to apologise for doing something wrong before he smiled.
“I don’t want to come yet.” He grinned.
I couldn’t believe I had brought him close to orgasm in such a short period of time. Before I could sink down to the carpet he caught hold of my hips.
“Kiss me first.” Harry whispered.
I eagerly complied. Kissing was one of the things I was accustomed to with Harry. His warm tongue quickly slipped into my mouth, invading my senses. My hands clasped round his neck, allowing me to lean up to him. I jumped slightly, feeling his erection brush my stomach. But he was too lost in me to notice my apprehension. Wet kisses were left down my neck as I pressed my fingertips into his nape, soon slipping my touch into his curls. When he drew back he had a dimpled smile spread over his lips.
“Are you sure?”
I nodded before he sweetly kissed my cheek.
I got down on my knees in front of him, breathing picking up as I was once again intimidated by his size. The thick length stood away from his body. My thumb carefully rubbed over the swollen head, receiving a deep moan from Harry. I glanced up to see his eyes squeezed closed, bottom lip taken harshly between his teeth. When my focus fell back to eye level my fingers traced down the soft skin of the stiff shaft. But before I could touch him further, Harry caught hold of my hands, tugging me up. I felt his tip brush against my clothed stomach a second time as the distance between us decreased.
“W-What’s wrong?” I stuttered.
“Let’s go over to the bed.” He spoke softly.
I agreed before he guided me to the mattress, where he took a seat on the end. My body knelt down in front of him once more. Harry took my chin in his hand, tilting it up to him.
“We don’t have to.”
“I-I want to.”
He smiled as his touch dropped away. My hands rested on his knees, Harry’s eyes fluttering closed as my touch carefully ran up and down his thighs whilst I repositioned myself closer. My left kept its place on Harry’s leg, my right bravely taking hold of his erection. He observed intently through hooded eyes as I placed small kisses up the hard shaft, my tongue leaving a bold stripe on the underside. His orbs sparkled as I peered up to him.
“It’s alright.” He breathed.
My tongue soon enveloped the throbbing head in warmth. Harry’s hips shifted on the mattress in response, a groan falling from his lips. But I noticed he made an effort to keep still, not wishing to push me further. My focus trained on his face as I tried to concentrate on providing him with pleasure, wanting to hear the throaty sound again. I immediately pulled back when a wince sharply sucked through Harry’s pursed lips.
“Sorry, sorry.” I gushed.
He shook his head, smiling down at me. Cute ringlets tousled round his face. Harry’s touch warmed through my body as he traced over my lips with his thumb. He knew the action comforted me.
“No teeth.” He chuckled.
I shyly nodded in response, a heated blush glowing in my cheeks. I felt like my nerves were getting the better of me, but I proceeded to start again with Harry’s instructions. I knew my first time giving oral stimulation wouldn’t be perfect. Thoughts of how experienced Harry was floated through my already uneasy mind. I frowned, he probably thought I was such a klutz. My lips made a popping sound as I drew back, swallowing anxiously.
“Take your time.” He encouraged quietly.
His hand was placed over my own which rested on his leg. It surprised me as Harry leant down, pressing his plump lips to mine reassuringly. He flashed his dimples at me, drawing back as I settled again. I whimpered holding his base and rolling my tongue round what I could fit in my mouth. Harry was cautiously observing me as strained moans fell from his parted lips. I struggled to take him deeper, my eyes screwing closed. His hand pressed to my shoulder, carefully pushing me away.
“Don’t force yourself.” He worriedly spoke.
I decided to use my hand to pump his length, my mouth taking in what was comfortable. He smiled, seemly happier with my actions, the muscles in his tensed thighs relaxing. Small droplets of sweat glistened on his forehead, dark curls sticking to the glittering perspiration. I couldn’t help but notice how much hotter it had grown in Harry’s room, wishing we had opened the window before we had begun. I had thought his hand was coming down to tangle into my hair, but he happily shocked me. Harry’s large span resting against my neck as he brushed his fingers gently over my skin.
My movements became faster, pumping him up and down quickly. Fingertips pressed deeply into his thigh as I watched Harry’s eyes squeezed closed, lips parting. When he focused back on me his breathing was heavy, his hand taking my chin, thumb rubbing over my cheek.
“Slow, Baby, slow it down.” He pleaded.
My pace changed to accommodate Harry’s request. I pulled back, the length slipping from my mouth as I licked the small slit, the substance tasted salty. I continued to take Harry past my lips. His hand pried my fingers from his thigh, guiding me to his balls which hung down at the base.
“S-Squeeze.” He stuttered.
I complied, loving the sight of him close to falling apart above me. My fingertips teased gently at the new area before Harry deeply moaned.
“T-There Bo, do that again.” He gushed.
I carefully dug my tips into the back of his balls. Harry’s head rolled back in response, gasping for air. When he looked back down at me the green of his eyes had grown darker. Long fingers softly swept my hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear. My tongue glided over his tip, taking in the bead that had leaked from his slit.
“Take your top off for me.” Harry instructed breathlessly.
Drawing back I was aided in removing my t shirt. The fabric dropped, joining Harry’s carelessly discarded clothing. I immediately returned to my previous actions, recognising the look on his beautiful face. He was close. My movements continued until Harry gripped my shoulder.
“Bo.” He strained.
He gently pushed me away, his length slipping from my warm mouth. Harry reached down to touch himself but I stopped him. My small hand wrapping round him instead as I pumped. My name left his lips in breathy gasps and seconds later a sticky white liquid shot out from the head. I flinched as it squirted onto my chest. The warmth dripped down my skin as another wave of pleasure rolled through. Harry groaned, his breathing erratic as he flopped back on the bed.
“Oh my god.” He mumbled.
His length gradually softened in my hand as I carefully traced my fingertips along the warm skin and protruding veins. Harry hissed when my thumb gently rolled over the sensitive swollen head. My lips trailed kisses up his right thigh, feeling the dark hair before I stood from the floor, laying on the bed beside him. Harry looked exhausted, chest rising and falling at an alarming rate.
“Was it alright?” I whispered.
He rolled his head to the side, grinning as he nodded. I think he may have lost his voice. We remained quiet for a few more minutes, but Harry caught my arm just as I was getting up to open the window. My left hand travelled up, brushing damp ringlets from his sweaty forehead as he lazily smiled. I watched as he reached out, long fingers taking some of the white substance from my chest. He curiously peered at me, offering the tips of his fingers to my mouth.
I nodded, complying as I took his fingers past my lips. It was salty. My mouth savouring his taste before taking hold of his hand, tugging it away. I guided him back to my chest. He smiled, sweeping up a little more onto his tips and waiting for me to part my lips again. I hummed sucking on his index and middle finger.
“Did you enjoy that?” He asked, smiling.
“I enjoyed watching you.” I whispered, my cheeks flushing lightly.
“Ditto.” Harry grinned. “That was amazing.” He hummed.
I heard him chuckle as I glanced away, slightly embarrassed. We were both fully aware I needed practise, as it were.
“I thought it was cute.” Harry admitted, obviously referring to my clumsy first experience.
His words brought me some relief to my racing mind.
“Now let’s get you cleaned up.” He playfully spoke.
Harry took my hand, hauling me from the bed as I giggled.