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"Harry," I breathed, somehow managing to separate mouth from his. His eyes looked wild when he looked at me, pupils blown out and dark.
"What?" he asked, voice raspy.
"Can we go... inside?" I wasn't sure how he would feel about that, considering it was his family's boat.
"Yes," he said almost immediately, clearly having no reservations about it. He pulled himself into a sitting position with me still on his lap so we were now face to face. His bulge was even more prevalent now. He leaned forward to kiss me firmly once, one hand holding the side of my face with his fingers in my hair before grabbing my hips and helping me stand with him.
Taking my hand, he led me off the deck, into the cabin, and through the door that revealed the small bedroom. Walking us into the room, he cleared his throat, showing the first sign of nerves so far as his hand reached up to rub the back of his neck. I noticed the beginnings of a love bite burning on his skin there.
"Is this okay?" he asked shyly, facing me. I squeezed his hand before closing the small space between us.
"Perfect," I whispered before connecting our lips again. He picked up right where we had left off, tugging lightly on my lower lip with his teeth as his arms wound themselves around my waist and pulled me tight against him.
My fingers tangled in his hair once more as I backed us up to the bed. When the back of my legs hit the mattress, I scooted myself onto it, pulling him down with me so he hovered over me, never disconnecting our lips.
He continued to kiss me as I let my hands push up on his sweater, snaking their way under it to trace along his warm skin on his lower back, just above his jeans. The feel was so amazing that I needed more, so I gripped the hem of the fabric before tugging it upward, trying to take it off.
He disconnected our lips to allow me to pull the sweater off his frame before diving back in to kiss my neck. His lips on my neck sent a shiver down my spine, causing me to lift my hips into him. He groaned at the pressure, and I reveled in the raw sound.
Once again, his hands worked their way beneath my shirt, fingers pressing firmly into my skin. I was surprised, yet delighted when they rose higher and higher on my body, fingers tickling at the bottom of my bra. He pulled his face out from my neck to look at me, as if asking permission for something.
I was breathing heavily as I managed to grip my shirt and pull it off, leaving me in my bra. I raised my eyebrow at him, as if daring him to make the next move. Slowly, I felt his arm snake around behind me and his fingers close around the clasp, struggling to undo it for a few seconds before managing to release it.
His breathing was ragged as his long fingers delicately dragged the straps down from my arms and pulled it off me, looking me in the eye the entire time. It was incredibly hot. Only when he had the fabric completely removed did he shift his glance to my chest, widening slightly at the still unfamiliar sight.
I giggled, causing him to jerk his gaze back up to mine. He blushed as he grinned softly at me before leaning down to kiss me again, one of his hands drifting back up my side to cup my breast gently. His long fingers molded gently against me, taking in the feel of me, enjoying it just as much as I was.
His touch was driving me insane, as was the friction between our hips that was created by the near constant rolling of his hips against mine. Trailing my hands down his body, I ran my thumbs beneath his waistband and felt him suck in a breath as I did so.
Reluctantly pressing my hips down into the mattress to allow me some space, I undid the button and zip on his jeans. As soon as I had this accomplished, I sunk my hand beneath the fabric, wrapping my fingers around his considerable length.
His lips paused against mine as my hand slid up and down his shaft. He exhaled sharply my thumb rolling across his tip, and his hips automatically rolled against mine once more. I groaned softly when I felt his hand slide across my hip, down my thigh, and back up the inside of it before pressing against my core.
After putting slight pressure there, he raised his fingers to undo my jeans as well. After undoing the buttons and zipper, he tugged on them, trying to get them down. I released my grip on him to help, and soon I was free of my pants and underwear, which had been pulled down with my jeans.
Following his lead, I tugged his remaining layers down as well, which he kicked off. I could feel the weight of his long length against my thigh as his hand trailed up my skin before running up my slit, causing me to release a loud groan.
The tips of his fingers circled my clit a few times, and I already felt like I was going to spontaneously combust. When he slipped a finger inside me, I immediately felt my muscles clench around him, making it difficult for him to pull it out and push back into me.
I was growing extremely restless beneath his gentle touch, and I craved more of him. All of him. My hands clutched at his hips, pulling him tight against me, hoping to show him what I wanted. He seemed to understand, because he pulled his lips back from mine, which had been busy molding against one another. His eyes burned into mine once more.
"Please, Harry," I breathed. He was driving me insane. "If you're okay with it, I mean," I added, trying to remind myself that he had only had sex once before.
He let out a shaky laugh. "Of course I am, love," he said softly before leaning down to kiss me again. I could feel the tip of him pressing against my entrance as he did so, and my body craved to be connected with his.
When he shifted his hips and sunk into me, I couldn't stop my back from arching into him as both of our mouths fell open against each other's. The feeling was absolutely divine. It was like he was made exactly for me.
He pulled back out slowly before rolling his hips forward again, pushing back into me. My lips found his once more, my tongue moving urgently against his as he continued to move in and out of me. My fingers raked down his back as I felt the muscles there contracting and expanding as his body rolled on top of mine, smooth in it's rhythm.
His lips left mine to nip lightly at the skin beneath my ear, his tongue raking out quickly make contact with my neck. My legs tightened around his waist, allowing him to drive even deeper into me, hitting a spot that caused my entire body to shudder. He seemed to notice, because he was careful to hit that spot again and again until my entire body was shaking.
Over and over, his hips rolled into mine, pushing in and out of me in an incredible, smooth rhythm that was working my entire body into a frenzy. I could feel a familiar weight building in my stomach, threatening to consume my entire body in exquisite bliss at any moment. My eyes squeezed shut at the feeling, reveling in the way he slid in and out of me, never wanting it to end.
His skin was quickly growing clammy beneath my hands, and his breath was ragged as it left his lungs. My lips reconnected with his as he removed himself from my neck again, muffling the moans that were escaping from both of us. His thrusts were coming harder and faster now, more urgent as we both neared our ends.
"Harry..." I managed to breathe out, despite my limited supply of breath. Every once of oxygen seemed to have been stolen by the amazing feeling spreading through my body. The pads of my fingers pressed into his back as his body moved on top of me.
"God, baby..." he groaned as he thrust harder than ever into me, clearly nearly spent.
"Hold on, babe, not yet," I muttered as he pushed in and out of me faster and faster, building up the increasing pressure in the pit of my stomach more and more. I was nearly there, and I knew he was, too. With one more solid thrust, I felt the pressure in my stomach explode and spread to my entire body.
I let out a loud moan at the relief, squeezing my legs tightly around him as my eyes struggled to stay open. Seconds later, I felt Harry's thrusts become irregular and sloppy as he too hit his high, letting out a harsh exhale against the skin on my neck, his back muscles flexed tightly under my hands as he came.
Both of us were breathing heavily, chests rising and falling quickly as we came down from our highs, Harry laying nearly his full weight on top of me in the most comforting way. His lips puckered against my neck, leaving a kiss on my skin as he tried to reign in his ragged breathing. I pet my fingers through his hair as I closed my eyes in deep satisfaction.
"You're amazing," he rasped, voice deep and gravelly. I let out a weird exhale, halfway between a laugh and a sound of shock.
"No, you are." I really meant it. He had just made me feel so incredible, I couldn't even find the right words to describe it.
"I love you," he said softly. I could feel his lips brushing against my skin.
"I love you, too," I returned. "More than anyone."
He sat up slowly, smiling softly down at me. His eyes studied my face for a few moments before leaning down to press a firm, lingering kiss to my lips. He pulled back an inch or so before saying, "Always."
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