Harry's pov:
I knew something was up as soon as we finished. It wasn't the same as it had been before, I knew exactly what y/n's face looked like whenever she climaxed. Her back would arch as she squeezed her eyes tight, concentrating on letting go the release. And sure, it looked like y/n had done that, but she didn't have the same sparkle around her like she always did.
As we finished I laid down next to her,
"That was great Harry" y/n said as she kissed me delicately on my forehead, but it felt too shallow, not quite right.
I nodded in agreement, my fingers moving the piece of hair in her face out the way in order to see her eyes, which were always bright afterwards, but this time they weren't. Feeling her warm breath against my neck, I wrapped my arm around her and watched as she peacefully dozed off. But I couldn't. My mind was still on the fact that she obviously hadn't been satisfied and I couldn't help but think why. What had I done wrong? Was I not good enough for her?
It was 2:07 am, and I still was unable to fall asleep with the worry I was no longer good enough for y/n . I placed my hand on her shoulder and slowly shook her awake,
"y/n...y/n" . She turned over to face me, rubbing her eyes with the palms of her hands.
"Baby what's wrong, it's 2am" she whispered, sitting up slightly and running her hand across my cheek.
"Babe, I want you to be honest with me ok?" . She nodded, "Before... did ... did you... you know". Suddenly I was embarrassed, y/n looked up at me confused.
"Darling did I what?"
"Did you... come?" . There was silence as she looked away, her cheeks turning rosy red and her hand trailing down my chest.
"No" y/n quietly said, still unable to make eye contact.
"Y/n, why not?" I asked, staring at her perfect face and placing my hand against hers on my chest "You can always talk to me". Y/n gained the courage to look up at me,
"I just...I... I didn't really enjoy the new things we tried, and I could see how much you liked it so I didn't want to disappoint you because of how much you enjoyed it and-"
Before she could say another word I cut her off
"Y/n look at me. I always want you to tell me when you're not liking what we're doing because what we're doing isn't just to pleasure me, it's to pleasure you too and I don't want you to feel like you have to pretend just because one of us is having a better time than the other"
I saw as a tear ran down her face.
"Baby don't cry, please don't cry, I'm not mad" I pleaded, wiping the tear with my thumb.
"I just want everything to be good for you that's all". Y/n sniffed, she always puts others before herself, and that's something so incredible about her.
"Look, I would rather you tell me you're not liking what we're doing than faking it, because I care so much about you, and I want us to be honest with each other, ok?"
"Yes, no more secrets" she said kissing me on the lips her face still slightly damp.
"No more secrets" .
As we laid back down, I began to rub my hand across her thighs and up her tshirt.
"What you doing?" y/n giggled her hand on my knuckles.
"Giving you what you didn't get before"
