"This innocence is brilliant. I hope that it will stay. This moment is perfect, please don't go away." —Avril Lavigne.
Chapter Theme Song: 'Innocence' by Avril Lavigne.
⚠️Warning: Chapter Contains Mature Sexual Content. Do Not Read If You Don't Like Such Scenes. And If You Don't Like It And Still Decide To Read, No Complaints Because You Were Warned.
♡ A/N: Thank you guys so much for all your comments on the last chapter, they're surely pushing me to my limits! :) I love and appreciate you! Please listen the above song!♡
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Harmony
The kiss is so heated that I have no idea how I ended up lying against his bed, with him hovering above me, his palms pressed into the mattress while he takes my soul from me.
A fervent warmth spreads throughout my body as our tongues tangle together, the room filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing and the noise of wet fleshes squashing together.
I am always struggling to match his fire when it comes to this act of intimacy, but I set a pace I can manage and hope not to throw him off.
Tingles and desires swirl within my mind as he removes a hand from the bed to slide it under my summer dress. I gasp in his mouth as he covers a clothed breast, and perhaps this pulls him back to reality since he abruptly breaks the kiss and moves away from me.
I open my eyes at the loss of contact and turn my head to see him now lying beside me on his back, a palm pressed to his face.
He seems...troubled? But why?
I lean up on my elbows. "Blaze?"
He brings his eyes to me, and the vulnerability in them almost knocks me off the bed.
"What's wrong?" I whisper.
He rubs his face with both hands, breathing out. "This is exactly why you should take the bed, and I'll take the floor."
I frown. "I don't want to..."
Did he stop kissing me to tell me that? I can't keep the disappointment off my features as I stare at him.
He sighs and sits up. "You may not want to, but that's the best way. I can't sleep here together with you."
Why not? It's just two people lying together in a bed. We have done that pretty often at the dorms, so I am not sure why he wouldn't want to do that tonight.
Before I can restrain the words, they freely escape my lips. "Why can't we?"
He stares at me silently for a few seconds, and then he looks away before reuniting our gazes.
"Because I don't want to have sex with you. That's why Harmony." He sighs. "Goodnight."
He gestures to get up, but I promptly bring my thighs over him to straddle his groin.
His eyes grow a bit larger at the position, and he reclines on his elbows, looking up at me. His face red. "W-what are you doing?"
I sigh. "Don't go...you're always walking away from me."
He blinks his eyes before dropping them. Then they settle on my legs, and his temples harden. He blows his cheeks out and lifts his head to the ceiling while the tints in his face brighten.
"Fuck...you can't sit on me like this."
Ignoring his soft protests, I bring my face forward and press my lips against his. He closes his eyes with a sigh of satisfaction, but it's not long before he grips my arm and pulls me back.
He stares at my mouth for longer than a second, his Adam's apple moving as he swallows hard. When his eyes meet mine again, a sigh leaves his full lips.
"Don't do that, Harmony; you're driving me crazy..."
"Don't pull away, Blaze..." I whisper.
"If I don't, do you know what will happen? I don't want your mom to regret leaving you here for the night."
I lower my gaze. "Yeah, I do know what will happen. And I want it to..."
My brave confession catches him off guard, and he stares at me with no idea of what to say. That's the impression I am getting, seeing how his lips have separated, but no words are leaving them.
Finally, his body raises in a heavy breath. "You probably won't like it; it will hurt, so don't think it's all butterflies on your first try. Just forget about it." He grips my waists and positions me off him, and I swallow the disappointment and embarrassment as I bring my knees up to my chest.
He gets up to leave. I feel dejected, but I won't stop him this time. I am tired, and he must be tired too.
He stands above me for a while. His back is positioned to me, so I can't tell what his expression is like, but he seems indecisive as he drags his fingers through his hair.
I stare at the back of his head, wondering what's running through his mind.
"Fuck." I hear him mutter before he turns around and roughly latches his lips onto mine. The force almost knocks me backward, but he brings his arm around me to keep me steady while his mouth explores mine.
He shoves his warm tongue between my lips as he presses himself into me, and I reach up to wrap my arms around his neck.
I lay flat against the bed while he towers over my petite figure, grinding into me, and the shorts he's wearing offers a little barrier to his restrained bulge. He hardens against my inner thigh, and I intake a breath while his hands roam all over me.
His lips go to work on my neckline, skimming my neck and leaving red, love marks as his signature. I am breathing heavily, and I can hear his abnormal panting as well as we become completely lost in each other.
The loose dress covering my body makes it easy for his hand to wander underneath and up to my bra, skillfully unhooking the garment and allowing my breasts to spill-free. He breaks the kiss, and I look up into his eyes as he sits upon his knees below me.
His teeth catch hold of his lip, and he keeps our gazes connected while he slides one of the straps of my dress along my arm.
"You okay?" He checks, and I nod my head. But I am anything but. My heart is pounding in my chest.
He repeats the process with the other band, and I ease up to help him pull the dress down my body, exposing my nudity to his eyes.
His face blooms a faint red as he throws my dress aside, my red lace underwear with a black bow, now being the only thing covering my body.
"So beautiful..." He whispers, and I become a deep scarlet.
He brings himself further down the bed and lies on his stomach, and I look down at him, my forehead puckering with confusion.
He hooks his teeth in the waistband of my panties, pulling them down my thighs, easily. I swallow as I watch him get rid of it with his hand. And then he grabs my thighs with his warm hands and pushes them apart.
I gasp. "Blaze."
What is he doing? It bothers me how close his face is.
"W-what are you doing?"
He doesn't answer the question, well at least, not with words. He lowers his head between my legs and it feels like he's kissing me there. A loud gasp escapes me and I clench my thighs close upon instinct.
He chuckles deeply, grabbing my legs again as he looks up at me. "Don't close your legs."
"What are you doing?" I pant.
He does it again, and I cover my face with my hands. This time he brings his hand up to hold my arm. "Look at me; I want you to watch me."
I am compelled to lock his mesmerizing gaze while he uses his mouth on that sensitive place between my thighs. I feel my soul leaving my body as he explores me in the most foreign way possible. It is overwhelming, and all my insecurities slowly wash away. My squinted eyes become hazy, and I can no longer keep his stare as I push my head back against the bed and close my eyes tightly.
"Cum for me, baby." He says, and I shiver at the immediate reaction it causes me.
A moan escapes me, and I press the side of my face into his pillow to stifle the sound. I can't keep up, and in no time, I am rushing toward that familiar place.
"Blaze, I-I think—"
"Do it. Cum for me."
And with his command, I come apart completely, my body quivering like I am running a fever. This doesn't stop him as he coerces every last bit of my orgasm out of me. He continues his torture until I become too sensitive to sustain it and try to close my legs.
He gets up on his knees again, and a lopsided smile appears on his face as he watches me tremble from the aftershocks. I can hardly make out his image from the blur shrouding my vision.
But then I recall that we aren't the only ones in the house, and fear takes its place in my body.
"Blaze, your dad—"
"Don't worry about that. He knew what he was setting us up for." He lowers himself and kisses me on the lips. "You taste so good. And your lips are so soft...both are."
He breaks our lips apart and looks me in the eyes, and then I feel his hand on my center. He's rubbing me, and I twitch from still being sensitive. He kisses the whimper from my mouth and continues to run his fingers against me. Parting me. Playing with me.
"Do you still want to do this?" He whispers as he meets my vulnerable eyes again. He looks concerned as his digits slow down.
I nod. "Yes."
"Your heart is beating so fast...and you look so scared."
"I am okay. I want you..." I redden, and he smiles. Then lust clouds his eyes again as he pushes a finger against my opening. I wince at the small sting.
"Does it hurt when I touch you like this?" He asks.
I bite my lip and nod.
"It will be more painful if we should do it...do you still want to?"
I can only nod again as he slowly begins stroking me. Slowly and gently. He plants his mouth on one of the globes on my chest, and I close my eyes as he pulls the small bud between his lips.
"Do you take pills?" His voice is muffled by my flesh, and I am so drunk on the desire that I can hardly comprehend it.
"Pills...?"
He grazes his teeth on the pink, rigid nob before his thumb slowly moves around my clitoris, causing me to shiver. "Yeah...that girls normally take."
A small sense of cognitive breaks through my crowded mind and I manage to give a distorted answer. "N-no...I am not sexually active, so I didn't feel the need..."
"Yet." He amends, smiling against my chest. "You're not sexually active 'yet.'"
His hand reaches over to pull his drawer out, and he grabs a small brown box from the area. He gets off me and stands next to the bed, and I didn't realize how warm his body had made me until he isn't on top of me.
He keeps his eyes on me while he hooks his fingers in the waist of his shorts and drags them down along with his boxers.
And then I see it. His nature becomes open to my view, and I flush a bright red at the bold sight of it. It's pointing upwards, and the length scares me instantly, urging me to look away so I won't change my mind.
He smiles and appears over me, cupping my jaw and making me warm again. "Don't look away. Look at it...it's yours."
I drop my gaze, and it doesn't appear as scary as the first time I saw it. Its size is still intimidating, however.
"I won't hurt you," Blaze promises, and I lift my gaze to his again, smiling a little.
He tears the packet with his teeth, then presses a palm beside my head as he slides the cream rubber over himself, his hair tickling my face as he does.
When he looks up, he connects our lips again, and he's kissing me much softer and more passionate than the times before. I can feel his manhood brushing against the inside of my thigh. It feels warm and foreign, and I can't stop my body from trembling.
Blaze smiles against my mouth. "Are you sure you want this?"
I swallow hard. "Yes..."
"Tell me when to stop; if you don't like it, we can, okay?"
I nod my head, fear, and adrenaline rushing through my body. He keeps his desire-filled eyes on me, and I lock his gaze as he repositions himself between my legs. I feel him against my entrance, and then slowly, but somehow firmly, he eases his length into me.
A sting electrocutes my whole body as I feel my insides stretching painfully to accommodate the new intrusion. It hurts way more than I thought it would, and I screw my eyes shut with a gasp.
"Ah, Fuck..you okay?" He asks breathlessly. The muscles in his biceps contract while concern is etched on his flushed face.
I nod my head rapidly, but the truth is, I am not. It hurts so much that I feel like crying or running or just shoving him off me.
"You're not; I know you aren't." He kisses my forehead. "Do you want me to stop?"
I shake my head, and suddenly I can't remember how to speak. "D-don't stop..."
"Okay..." He blows his cheeks out, then pushes further into me. The pain this time is much worse that I can't stop a single tear from sliding along my cheek.
"Shit, you're too tight. I feel like I am hurting you." He bites his bottom lip and hangs his head, perspiration dripping from his slick hair and onto his fit chest.
He looks breathtaking under the lamplight, and it heightens the arousal in me. So much that I wouldn't want to stop—no matter how much it hurts.
He pulls back. "We should stop; I don't want to hurt you—"
"No." I grip him tightly by his forearms, my green eyes pleading for him not to leave. "Don't stop. I want this; I want you...no matter how painful it is."
His eyes shine with that beautiful emotion that I love to see, and it seems it numbed all the pain because all of a sudden, the feel of him inside of me is not as uncomfortable as before.
He moves into me again, balancing his weight above me, then he withdraws himself completely and shoves back in. Drilling himself inside of me. A moan leaves my lips, and he puts his other hand behind my head, seeing that each time he enters me, my head threatens to hit the headboard.
"You okay?" He checks, and I nod, unable to speak.
He begins to set a steady pace, moving like the waves of an ocean, back and forth, slowly and gently as if he is afraid I will break. I can tell he is keeping it slow-paced just for me. He doesn't want to hurt me, and my heart swells with so much love and gratefulness for him.
The pain is still there, but not as prominent as before, and I grip his arms tightly to cope, focusing on the building pleasure and how breathtaking his eyes are as they stare into mine.
His lips kiss me all over as he moves inside of me, and my toes begin curling as the pleasure overcomes the pain. Soon, all I can feel is his warm lips against my neck and his repetitious strokes. His speed increases when he realizes I am coping well, and I claw my nails into his back.
"Wrap your thighs around me," he rasps out. His breath is staggering as his muscle contracts against his toned skin. His lips press against mine as I lift my hips and wrap my legs around him, tethering him deeper. He groans inside my mouth, and I feel him harden painfully inside me. "Oh, fuck...you feel good, Harmony."
I reply with a moan of my own, our hearts drumming furiously against our chest and our body heat creating a burning fire. Sweat drips from both our bodies, and Blaze comes up to look me in the eyes while he enters me repeatedly, our skins rolling together. "Shit...I love you so much, Harmony..." He lowers his head against my forehead. "I love you so much..."
His proclamations hit me by surprise, but with my body racing toward its peak, I can't think properly.
He thrusts into me, hard and firm, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
"Ah, I love you too..." I manage to say.
"Look at me, baby."
I open my eyes to meet his while he pummels through my entire essence, taking my sanity, my heart, my soul...everything. He's taking everything.
The room fills with the the loud sounds of our bodies touching, our moans and groans, and our rapid breathings.
I can feel myself approaching that beautiful city of oblivion, and Blaze realizes and nods his head rapidly, pushing me closer.
"That's it. Cum for me." He circles his hips, going as deep as he can, and I almost lose myself as I mentally grab onto the only source of wits I have left.
"Blaze..." I am shaking excessively, and he trails his fingers through my hair, thrusting himself into me without mercy. Tearing me apart completely. His eyes not leaving mine for even a second.
And then it happens. I pull apart beneath him, whimpering, and thrashing, and trembling. He doesn't let up and keeps going while I surf on the waves. He comes right after, with a soft groan as he becomes even more solid inside of me. His eyes are screwed close from the sea of pleasure washing over him, and then he relaxes on top of me, his weight pinning me to the bed.
With hair pasted to our foreheads, we are both panting for breath. His sweat soaks my skin as he lays his head against my naked chest, his warm breath touching my body. He's weighty, but I don't mind him lying on top of me this way.
This is the most priceless moment of my entire life. I don't regret it at all. His eyes were full of so much admiration and gentleness for me, and I wish I could have taken a picture and keep it with me forever.
This is the best feeling. And I wouldn't trade it for anything.
His breathing gradually returns to normal, and he lifts himself, pulling out of me slowly. The sharp sting comes back immediately, and I wince audibly.
"Are you okay?" Worry is on his face while he disposes of the used protection in a bin by his bedside.
I clamp a hand over myself. "Yeah...it's just painful."
He moves closer to me. "It's your first time so it will hurt for a while, alright?" His tone is soft and caring.
I manage a smile, but it quickly fades when I notice the red spots on his grey sheets.
"Oh, God...I will get you another sheet; I am so sorry." I sit upright, and Blaze smiles at me, cupping my jaw.
"It's okay. Don't say sorry; I'll change them."
I smile a little, my cheeks blooming red. He lowers his mouth onto my forehead, and I close my eyes.
"I think I need a shower..." I say.
He pulls away and smiles, laps of his wet hair lying in his eyes. But I can still make out the sparks in them. "Want me to join you?"
Despite our intimate moment just now, I can't stop myself from blushing at his suggestion. "I'll be fine alone..."
He chuckles as he presses his palms on both sides of me, lifting his chin. "Okay, but next time, you have to shower with me. Promise me that."
Next time. The thought of us doing that again makes my heart speeds up.
He grips my cheeks and gently pecks my lips. "Promise me you will shower with me when we do that again."
I smile against his lips. "Okay, I will shower with you..."
His mouth turns up, and he plants a kiss on my forehead. "Good."
"I'll shower after you." He smiles at me then pulls away to lay back on his bed, putting his head in his hands.
I bite my lip and reach for my dress from the ground, but then he gets up and snatches it from me, smiling.
"Blaze."
"Don't put it on. Walk to the bathroom just like that."
I blink my eyes. "Give me my dress..."
"Nope. I want to see you."
"You just saw me...and you're still seeing me now." I put an arm across my chest, and he smirks.
"Mm. But I want to watch you walk to the bathroom. Without clothes."
It's pointless; he won't give my dress to me. I stare at him before slowly getting up from the bed. His eyes drink me in, settling on my most private place.
He smiles and lifts his brows, and I turn my face away from him and quickly run to the bathroom, hearing him chuckle as I shut the door behind me.
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The warm bath eases the ache between my legs. While I lie back in the soapy waters, my mind flows back to what Blaze said while we were in the moment.
*"I love you so much, Harmony"*
Did he mean that? It's hard to tell. Being in an intimate position such as that could make you say all kinds of gibberish.
But I hope he meant it because I did when I said it back.
I really do love him, which is why I just gave him everything, all of me.
When I finally get out of the shower, the sheet is now a black one, and Blaze is lying on the bed, fast asleep on his back. I smile to myself as I get dressed and plod over to him.
I climb into bed next to him and lay on my side, resting my head in my palm and staring at his flawless features for a while. He groans and rolls over onto his side, putting his arms around me and pulling me into his shirtless body.
"Mm...Harmony..." He mutters with closed eyes, and his sleepy tone makes my smile grow even wider.
"Yeah?"
"Are you feeling better?" His crystal blue eyes slowly open to peer into mine, and it's like a whole new universe lives within them. They are so breathtaking.
"Better?"
"Yeah...down there."
I nod. "Yeah...I do feel a little better."
His eyes close, and his hold on me tightens as he presses his forehead against mine. "Thank God. I was worried that I hurt you."
I smile.
"I am so sorry," he whispers groggily.
"For what?"
"For acting like an asshole to you. For yelling at you and letting you out of my car...for getting mad about that picture. It's just that...it made me so mad to know that Kite saw you naked. You mean the world to me, Harmony...more than you know," he mutters.
A wide grin appears on my face, and I wrap my arm around his waist, snuggling closer to him. "It's okay, Blaze...it's okay."
He groans softly, and I feel his body relaxes against me with a sigh. I can tell he feels at home.
I want to ask if he means the words he said earlier, but I am scared to. However, I can't contain my curiosity, so I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
"Blaze? Um...did you mean what you said about loving me?"
I wait for a reply, but I hear none. I open my eyes to discover that he is fast asleep. His lips have parted, and his breathing is relaxed.
I smile. Whether he hears or not, it doesn't matter. The answer means nothing because his actions mean everything.
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Chapter Ending Song Below: 'By Your Side' by Sade.