Always

Chapter 25

(basically chapter 24 continued x) 

“You don’t have to do anything, Harry,” I reassured him.

 “I want to,” he said firmly, eyes locked on my own.  “I just don’t… don’t know how to, exactly.”  He was blushing now. 

“That’s fine, babe, just… do what you feel,” I said, smiling softly at him and reaching my hand up to run my knuckles along his jaw.  He nodded before lowering his lips to mine again, tongues weaving together.  After grinding himself against me one more time, earning another groan from me, he slid his body to my side, upper body still hovering over me as his mouth stayed connected to mine.  His right hand, which was no longer needed to support himself curled around my neck gently before trailing down my side, large palm brushing my breast accidentally.

“Oh, um, I’m sorry,” he whispered automatically, blush returning to his features.  I giggled.  The fact that he still thought of my breasts as off limits after what we had just talked about was adorable.  Instead of replying, I reached down to grab the hem of my shirt before pulling it over my head.  Now in just a bra and jeans, I was more exposed than I had ever been with him.  He was trying very hard to look anywhere but my body. 

“Harry,” I said quietly, trying not to giggle again.

“Hmm?” he asked, voice incredibly deep as he looked at my face intently.

“Do what you feel,” I repeated, raising an eyebrow at him and smirking slightly before reaching up and pulling his slightly stunned face back to mine, kissing him again.  After a few seconds, his hand, which had frozen kind of on my shoulder, slid down to rest on the cup of my bra.  Squeezing lightly, I felt him exhale harshly at the feeling.  His thumb swiped along the bottom of the fabric, kneading his hand gently before sliding it further down my body to the skin on my ribcage.  Everywhere his fingers touched felt like I had been ignited.  The rough calluses on the tips of his fingers made me shiver.  When he reached my hip, he squeezed tightly, pushing his body into my side.  I could feel his heartbeat through his chest, matching the pace of my own.  Running his hand down the outside of my thigh and back up again as he kissed me, I could tell he was stuck. 

Slowly, I reached down to unbuckle my jeans, giving him a hint.  He let out a sigh of relief, hand replacing mine as he tugged down on my zipper.  His pinky finger drug across the fabric there, causing my insides to clench and my hips to roll slightly against the mattress.  Sliding his hand back up to my hip, he looped his fingers through the belt loop there and pulled, trying to free me from my jeans.  One side was tugged down to reveal the light blue lace of my thong while the other stayed fairly set on my hip. 

I giggled once more as I hooked my thumbs under the band and helped wiggle my way out of them and tossing them to the floor so I was now in just my undergarments.  This time, his eyes didn’t attempt to avoid my body.  My chest rose and fell rapidly as his caring eyes traveled from my face, down my body and finishing on my legs, slowly taking in details he had never seen before.  Usually, I felt uncomfortable under such scrutiny, but with Harry, I wanted him to see everything, every tiny detail and flaw.  I didn’t feel self conscious in front of him as I had with everyone else; I felt beautiful. 

“You’re so gorgeous, Joey,” he breathed, eyes returning to my own.  I couldn’t stop the blissful smile that spread across my face.

“Oh, Harry,” was all I said as I reached for him once more to kiss him.  My fingers tangled in his hair, breath coming in heavy pants now.  His hand slid up my leg slowly, trailing his fingers along my skin before reaching the top of my thigh.  His thumb ran across the lace strip of fabric that covered the skin there.  After stroking his thumb back and forth a few times, he slid his hand to the inside of my thigh before slowly, excruciatingly slowly, dragging it across the fabric that covered my center.