Townes' POV
I walked into the room ahead of him as he shut the door. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest. I heard as he removed his suit jacket, placing it down on something. I felt as he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.
"Townes, your heart." He said softly and I took a deep breath letting it out and nodding. He removed one of his arms to move my hair over my left shoulder, running his nose softly up to the nape of my neck. He kissed my butterfly tattoo softly, whispering against it, "I don't want rules tonight, Townes."
I felt small bits of relief spill over me, and I turned carefully in his arms to look at him. I searched his eyes, and the darkness still never came. He reached his hand up, his thumb tracing my lower lip softly, and soon his own lips replaced it. He kissed me in that same manner of adoration, only this time I couldn't control the chills it sent up my body.
I wrapped my arms around his neck as his slipped around my waist, pulling me close to him. Our kiss deepened, his hands began to explore my body over the fabric of my dress, his cold fingers moving to the exposed skin of my back.
I gripped at the hair at the nape of his neck, as he began to kiss down mine, his lips trailing down to the space between my collarbones, holding me tightly as my body bent back slightly. As he kissed down my chest, he moved a hand up, carefully slipping the strap of my dress off my shoulder. Switching so masterfully, so he could slip off the other.
He moved his lips back to mine, and I reached up, unbuttoning his dress shirt as I felt my dress slip off my body. I pushed it off him before he lifted me up in his arms, moving us to his bed. I felt his strong biceps against my waist, his lips moving skillfully on mine, I was so lost in him.
We moved to the bed, he climbed on it, laying me down softly. His kisses began traveling everywhere, over my bare chest, his hands gripping at my waist. I arched slightly against him, my hands moving along his shoulders, his back.
He moved back up to my face, his forehead resting against mine, a small smile playing in his lips, "You're amazing, Townes. Amazing." He whispered, his green eyes so bright.
"Harry..." I said, my body on fire, the blush bright.
"You are, you just are." He brought his lips to mine, kissing me so passionately. I pushed him softly, using my body weight to move us so I was on top of him. He pulled me forward on him, so that my breasts were at his face. His lips and tongue moving skillfully on them, on my nipples. His fingers digging in my back as he did. I pulled away, kissing him over and over, moving my lips down his neck, moving my body down slowly as my lips traveled down his chest. I bit down softly on his butterfly tattoo when I got to it, placing kisses, and sucking on it. I wanted to mark it like he marked mine, claiming it as mine.
He chuckled, as if he knew, and I couldn't help but laugh softly against his skin as I continued kissing down. I sat up a bit, tracing over the ferns at his hips, small chills developing on his skin as I glanced up to him.
"I wonder where they lead." He said slyly and I rolled my eyes laughing.
"Somewhere magical I bet." I played to his game, unhooking the clip of his dress pants and unzipping them. I moved, adjusting myself as I worked his pants off, making sure to bring his briefs with them. He helped me kick them the rest of the way off.
He was hard already, something that excited me, knowing I had that effect on him. I sat between his legs, leaning my upper body forward, and bringing him to my mouth. I wrapped my lips around him, lowering myself slowly on him. My tongue moving around his tip, as I moved my head up and down, my cheeks adding suction. I kept pushing myself further down on him, my eyes glancing up at him through my lashes, and I loved that he was already looking.
I pulled off momentarily, "Just like a strawberry." I said teasingly and he chuckled softly as I moved back on him.
Our eyes locked as I kept moving on him, my hand moving along the places my hands couldn't reach, and down and over his balls. He moaned, moving to lean up on his elbows, his hand reaching down, running through my hair. I pushed myself all the way down him, feeling him hit the back of my throat. He gripped my hair tight and pushed my head down further, but I didn't mind. It wasn't in the same almost abusive manner, it was just out of pleasure.
"Fu—Townes, uh," he moaned pulling me off of him, "I'm going to, push..." I nodded and I let him, he pushed me down far on him again. I felt myself gag as I reached up and gripped at his hips, my nails digging into them, until he released me.
I continued to move on him, quickly, my tongue moving along his length, feeling as the veins that wrapped around his cock seemed to become more pronounced.
"Townes, baby, I don't want to come like this," I heard him say, and I pulled myself of off him, wiping my mouth. I nodded crawling back up so that my body was on his.
He flipped us over in a swift movement, his lips only meeting mine momentarily before finding themselves on my lower lips. He moved his tongue along my folds, almost as if he wanted to touch every area with it. His tongue rolled over my clit, causing the whimpers I felt only he could bring from me. He pushed my legs further open, his tongue moving from my clit and slipping softly inside of me. This was new from him, and I gripped at his hair at the feel, his hand moving to roll his fingers over my clit. Soon his fingers and tongue switched places, his fingers slipping in on me slowly, one at a time. They moved, curling in me slowly another being added in as he felt me adjust around them.
He moved up, to kiss me, I could taste myself on him and never had it turned me on like it did today. Today, it felt like his actions were for my pleasure solely and not his own. He kept moving his fingers, my moans against his lips, and soon I was coming undone, my face hidden in his neck as his fingers moved in me as I rode off my high.
He kept kissing me as he slipped his fingers out of me, his hand moving on my hip, squeezing tightly. He kissed my nose and my chin softly, "I want you, Townes. Please."
"Okay, but, my way." I said, teasingly and he nodded, chuckling a bit. I pushed him softly back, and he sat up on his knees, so I could move from under him.
"Sit against the headboard." I said and he nodded as I reached over and grabbed a condom. When I turned back around, I opened it, slipping it down his hard length. A small hiss leaving his lips.
I moved on top of him, one leg on either side, as he held himself up for me. I lowered myself onto him, holding on to his shoulders, a moan escaping me, as I felt him spread me open. I moved slowly allowing myself to adjust to him. I felt him fill me completely, and my hips began moving in circles around him. My movements were steady, there was no rush, I wanted to live in this moment with him.
He reached up, his hands on either side of my face as I moved on him, his finger tracing my lips, and my cheeks, "Fuck, Townes." He said, I bit my lip, my head falling back slightly as I rolled my hips back and forth on him. He moved his hands down my neck and shoulders, over my breasts, palming at them, rolling my nipples with his fingers.
He didn't rush things either, his movements gentle. His kisses showering all over me, my neck, my chest, my lips. He adjusted his position so he could move in and out of me as I continued my movements on him, causing me to grip onto him tightly. My arms wrapped around his shoulders, my body shuddering at the feeling.
We felt so close, it felt so real. I felt everything melting away, every moment I had felt so little with him, I now felt so big. He moved on my body like he couldn't get enough. He moved in a way that made me feel, loved.
His lips met mine, and they stayed there. Small giggles and moans interchanged into the kiss. I felt the knots start to form in my stomach, the pleasure building throughout my body. I broke the kiss, my forehead against his, as I moaned from the sensation.
His eyes met mine, and his hand was as on my cheek. Our eyes didn't move, and I saw something in him shift. I couldn't help but feel like it was a wall coming down, and even if it was just one I would take it. We moved together, both our pace quickening, our bodies moving closer together. I could feel everything building up in me, "Harry, I'm—me too," he interrupted. He held me up, his arm around my waist tightly as he moved quicker in me, allowing me to just take his movements.
"Oh, god. Please don't stop. Please." I moaned, and he didn't, his movements didn't falter, and we came together. I wrapped myself around him tighter as I did, my hips still moving on him as I rode out my high.
"Fuck, baby." He whispered, kissing the side of my neck softly. I slowed my breathing softly, removing myself carefully off of him. Small noises coming from both of us causing me to chuckle slightly.
I moved down to lay next to him, my head on his chest. He removed the condom, disposing of it properly. His fingers moved through my hair, softly. I wrapped my arms around his waist, relaxing into him. I didn't want to let go, I hung on tightly, fear creeping over me again that he wouldn't be here in the morning.
To my surprise, he pulled me up, and held me close to him, moving my face so he could kiss me. His kiss was deep, it hadn't changed even though we weren't having sex anymore.
I broke the kiss and smiled softly at him, "The best 14th of February."
He chuckled, smiling small, "It was the best Valentine's Day, Townes. The best one in a while."
I melted. Right into him. I couldn't help but feel embarrassed by how big my smile was, how red my face felt. I hid my face in his neck and he laughed, running his fingers along my back.
"I mean it." He said softly.
"I know, I feel the same way."
Harry's POV
The next morning, light crept into my usually dark room. It hit beautifully against Townes, she looked so peaceful. Her freckles drawing the cutest map on her face.
I couldn't get enough of her, last night replaying through my mind. I was beginning to care about her, I couldn't lie to myself about that, but as I stared at her, I felt my chest tighten. Suddenly the idea that I could lose her hit. The idea that we could hurt each other being felt through every part of me.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to fight it. Trying to push back the fear, the need to sabotage myself, but there they were. Camille's eyes causing the pain to race through my body. Remembering that night. Remembering how comfortably she said no. How quickly she left.
I took a deep breath, opening my eyes and looking down at her. I knew she couldn't hurt, me. She wouldn't, even with the fact I had hurt her already, I knew she wouldn't. I still didn't want to risk it. Even with last night, I couldn't.
I took a deep breath, getting up carefully so she wouldn't wake up. I quickly grabbed a change of clothes, as I made my way to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and changed, splashing cold water on my face to wake me up a bit.
I quickly and quietly made my way out of the room and down the hall. Macy was in the kitchen, prepping food and our eyes locked. From the look she gave me, she knew. She knew I was running. Only this time, she didn't stay quiet.
"Harry. Don't do this." She said, softly so only I could hear.
I opened my mouth to speak, but couldn't, closing it just as quick. I swallowed and rolled my shoulders back, turning to walk out, not looking back again.