Dour et Doux

Chapter 10

You stood and ran into their open arms. You hadn't seen your parents in what seemed like forever after they moved out of New York. Your sister had a family of her own in Vermont and Charlie had been transferred to Boston for work while you had gotten nabbed and hadn't been able to get off to come see you. You sobbed ugly tears at their too tight hugs and congratulatory professions of love. Harry leaned against the doorway and watched silently, adoring this vulnerable and exposed side of you. Your emotions were so raw and real and he loved getting to watch you interact with your family and closest friend. He had arranged the flight as soon as he could and was thrilled that they were able to experience this with you. He wanted to stay and be with you while you tried on gown after gown, but had a tux fitting in a half hour. He walked over and tapped your back lightly. "I've got to go love, have fun. I'll be back later." You spun and wrapped your arms around him and held on for dear life. "Thank you Harry. Thank you so much." He smiled and hugged you back, kissing the top of your head. "Anything for you." Your family all beamed at the two of you, they had no doubts about his love for you after hearing him talk about you on the phone and then watching him interact with you. The way his eyes sparkled when he looked at you said everything. Harry squeezed you softly and then gently unwrapped you from himself. "Whatever you want is yours. I know you'll pick a good one." You smiled as he winked and walked out the door. You sighed happily, lost in thought until you were pile drove by a squealing Charlie. "What the actual fuck Y/N?" You giggled and shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine." Your parents rolled their eyes and your sister lounged on sofa "Get to dressing girl he sent over like 80 dresses." You turned your attention back to the dresses and decided to just allow the lady that came with them to pick them for you. You tried on dress after dress after dress. Each one of them more exquisite than the last. There were countless styles and shades and silhouettes. Your family ooed and awed at each one. Your parents cried. Charlie squealed. Your sister remained the level head and brutally told you her opinion of each one. After trying on each one, there was only one that you wanted. You slipped back into it and the tears sprang out immediately. You felt like Harry's bride in it. The lady took notes for alterations and she and all of the dresses left. You thanked her and collapsed on the floor. You giggled and stared up at your ring and squealed. "I'm marrying fucking Harry Styles in six days." Everyone laughed and turned to the door when the doorbell rang. You rolled and stood, walking over and opening it. There stood the love of your life, arms filled with meal boxes that made your mouth water, and surrounded by his staff. You beamed and tugged him inside. The next few hours and days were a flurry of activity and split second decisions. With Harry and the staff's help, your dream wedding was planned and ready to go. You loved getting to spend time with your family and his showed up that night, along with his closest friends. The villa was full to the brim with people and you had never felt such joy and love. The only downside was next to no alone time with Harry. The only time you spent alone together was the few hours of sleep you got each night. You missed his touch, but also knew that this wedding wasn't going to plan itself. Harry was doing his best to remain non irritable, but he had grown quite the liking to having you whenever and wherever he wanted and all these people were putting a damper on any and every time his cock felt needy. You got along fabulously with his family and they were melding so well with your own. Harry was happy about that, but he couldn't wait for them to all leave. The day before the wedding and everyone decided to go on a tour of the city. Harry wanted to beg you to stay back at the villa with him, but you were so excited, he refrained. He begrudgingly went along. As you rode around the city, his touches became needier and pushed the boundaries of appropriate considering your parents were in the seat in front of you. You felt your heat intensify with every touch and he was bulging against his pants. You wanted him so badly and couldn't help but to "accidentally" graze against him occasionally. His hissing and squeezing of warning were only egging you on. As the driver pulled up to the villa, you spoke up "If none of you mind, I'd really like if Harry and I could go look at the venue, just the two of us." Everyone looked around at each other pointedly, all seeing the tension all week. They all nodded their approval and your mom, ever the nut, whispered "rock his world" as she kissed your cheek through the window. You and Harry had swapped into the front seats, insisting the driver wasn't needed. Harry practically peeled out and his hand found its way to your inner thigh immediately. "You shouldn't have been teasing me love." You inhaled sharply as he cupped you through the fabric of your jean shorts and then pulled your thigh to him. He twisted and turned to an abandoned road leading to the countryside. Your eyes widened as he deftly undid the button on your shorts and unzipped them, his eyes never once leaving the road. "Off." You shook your head vehemently. "You can wait until we get wherever we're going." His eyes snapped to yours and he slowed to a stop. "I said off. I haven't touched you in days and while I can I'm going to give you as many as you can handle and then maybe a couple more. Now do as I say and take them off." You recognized the dark Harry you hadn't seen in so long and obeyed slowly. His eyes turned forward, satisfied with your obedience, and he pulled back onto the road. Your shorts dropped to the floorboards and you eyed him warily as his hand made its way back to you. He traced feather light patterns starting at your knee and up your inner thigh and you squirmed silently at the teasing touch. He inched his way up and then rubbed you through your panties. Your legs spread subconsciously and he smirked at your reaction. You'd missed his touch more than you could admit. Your hands searched for something to hold onto as he shoved your underwear to the side and spread his fingers through your soaked folds. You bit your lip and moaned loudly, knowing how much he liked to hear your reaction, as he re-explored you. His finger and thumb latched onto your clit and rolled it through your fingers. Your head rolled back and he teased and pushed you. His fingers slid inside of you and you searched mentally for any reasoning you were so sensitive right now. He worked you quickly as he drove. His focus never wavering. It didn't take long for you to finish once, and then twice under his skillful fingers and the bumpy road. You were already a heaving mess as he pulled the car to a stop in the driveway of a little house. You looked around wondering how you got here and what the hell he planned to do here. He silently removed himself from you and got out of the car. His fingers found their way to his mouth and he released a guttural groan at your taste. You sat dumbfounded and still trying to recover as Harry came to your door. He opened it and held his hand out. "Out." You obeyed silently and looked at him questioningly as he led you to the door. "Harry what the fuck are you doing? Anyone could come in and see us." His flat look didn't change as he answered. "They won't." You took his hand and followed him as he strode quickly over to the door. He unlocked the door (where the hell did that key come from?) and pulled you inside. Your eyes spun wildly trying to take in the quaint little house, but Harry's firm grasp pulling you across the room didn't allow much time for that. Before you knew it you were being tossed on a bed. He wasted no time in pulling your hips to the edge and ripping your panties from your body. He was focused and on a mission as he placed hungry kissed up the inside of your thighs. He spoke not a word as he licked and bit up your leg, sending you into a flurry of moans and quivers. His mouth finally found its way to your core and you felt a shock send through you as his tongue explored you with a passion never before felt. He dipped into you relentlessly and pinned down your hips as you squirmed under his aggressive approach. He had you exactly where he wanted you. He needed you to release every ounce of yourself onto his tongue he could get. His tongue lavished your clit in affection as his fingers worked you once again. He made short work of you and before you knew it you hit your third high. You practically screamed in ecstasy as he took you to heights never before reached. You were amazed that he seemed to top himself each time. He stood and stripped, still silent, while your body twitched and heaved in the aftermath of your release. He stroked himself a few times while he stared down at your body and then leaned down, scooting your body more onto the bed. He crawled on top of you and entered you. You were so sensitive at this point that you knew you were feeling every last vein and pulse. He took a ragged breath as he thrust into you. You'd never seen such a look of passion and determination in his eyes as he continued to thrust into you. His untamed rhythm and your sensitivity sent you over the edge, again and your mind went completely blank as he continued his torture. You shouted out as he continued to thrust hard into you and instead of coming down, the tension continued to build until you were completely overwhelmed by him. You screamed out his name as you hit the most powerful release you'd ever known. He finally released himself and shot into you as your body quivered beneath him. He finally made a noise as he grunted and finally let go of his long built up needs. You both came down and laid quietly for awhile. Your mind tried to comprehend all that had happened but failed. After several minutes, Harry looked over at you. He seemed unsatisfied and nudged you. "Get up." You frowned at him. "What? Why?" "Get up." You reluctantly rolled out of his arms and stood. He stood and went to the foot of the bed. There he knelt down and clasped his hands behind his back. He looked over his shoulder at you expectantly. You stared at him confused and he sighed heavily. "I'm not done with you yet. You can still stand and breathe. That is unacceptable." Your eyes widened and your feet seemed glued to the ground. His brow furrowed and his hands twitched behind his back. "I'm going to need you to obey a little better than that." Your brain finally got the message to your feet and you padded slowly over to him. He rocked back down on his heels and tilted his chin. "Hands on the rail if you must, but once you're on, you are not to move off of me, until I say so. I fully intend to drain every last ounce you have to give me and I want it all by my tongue. Do you understand?" You stared down at him incredulously. You didn't know how you could handle any more and he sniffed and licked his lips at you silence. "Do you understand?" You nodded slowly and stepped closer to him. He grinned widely as you positioned yourself over him timidly. His assault began immediately and you immediately folded and bent down to grip the rail. The sensations were completely different standing and his tongue was doing things you didn't know it could do. It dipped inside you, swirled around you. His posture never changed as he buried his face inside of you. Your legs quaked as he brought you close to your edge and then pulled back. You shouted out before even registering "Fuck Don't stop! Please fuck. God Harry" He smirked at you desperate tone and dove back in. You topped over and a string of curses and praises left your lips as he lapped you through it. You begged him to stop as your weak legs threatened to give out and your body almost hit pain at the overwhelming sensations his tongue was giving you with no reprieve, but he just unclasped his hands and held up your legs, continuing his mission. Within seconds, you hit your seventh release of the day and it overpowered you in a way you could never explain. Your body sagged and Harry caught you holding you up and never once letting up as you finished. You almost sobbed as he licked you clean and relaxed you down into his arms when he was finished. Your body was weak and trembling as he cradled you and cooed honeyed praises in your ear. It took you several minutes to come down to a controllable state and Harry revelled in the fact that he'd completely wrecked you. You finally were able to look up at him and found his face glistening from your fluids. His eyes were glassy and proud as he beamed down at you and wiped his face with his sleeve. His lips were so swollen and dark. Your breathing was still ragged as you questioned. "What in the fuck got into you?" After being so silent for mostly the entire time, he spoke. "Just letting you in on three facts. 1) I want you to be marked forever by me and what I do to you. 2) Your body deserves to be worshipped and wrecked daily. 3) I don't like to have to wait to do as I please with you." You stared up at him, completely overwhelmed by him. "Oh, and by the way. That's just a warmup. Our honeymoon starts tomorrow night. Hope you're ready."