i'm so sorry it took me two weeks to update, but i hope a really long chapter (6,920 words) + smut will make up for it haha :p
also i have never been to a proper fancy wedding so if there are any errors or if some stuff do not make sense, i do apologize.
but i hope you enjoy the chapter! (it took me so long to write it) :)
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F i f t y - f o u r
"Today, the Bride and Groom honored you with their invitation to be present with them today for this ceremony. And so, this day, they declare before all of us that they shall live together in marriage.
"In the traditional way, they entered into their marriage with the joining of hands, the making of vows and promises, and the giving and receiving of rings, an outward symbol of their voluntary commitment to one another.
"Therefore, it is my pleasure, that I now pronounce them husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride!"
A huge smile is on my face as I see Aiden cup Natasha's face in his hands, immediately planting their lips together. I clap and cheer along with everyone else as we celebrate the couple who have just gotten married.
I look at Sophie and see her with tears in her eyes as she looks at her sister. I give her arm a comforting rub as she raises her hand to wipe away her tears. I turn my head and scan the crowd, also seeing Sophie and Natasha's mom in tears.
As the officiant wraps the ceremony up with a few last words, my eyes land on my gorgeous boyfriend who's sitting beside my grandma and Amelia. He's already looking at me with a soft smile on his lips. I saw him before the ceremony for a few minutes, but I still cannot get over how beautiful he looks today. I've never seen him wearing a suit before, so the fact that he is wearing one right now is really making my stomach feel all tingly and warm. It fits him so well and it makes him look so dapper. He sends me a wink, his mouth curving up even more.
(A/N: imagine what he wore to anne's wedding but with his long hair, i cry)
I smile at him not being able to help myself from thinking about our wedding day sometime in the future. I know I want to marry him. He completes me. He is my best friend. We may have had some troubles two months ago, but right now, we couldn't be stronger. We made some changes in our relationship, like cooking and eating dinner together every night. We make sure not to be distracted by work or school for at least two hours so we can spend the time together in each other's company.
I look back at the bride and groom when I hear everyone starting to cheer again. I join and clap my hands as well, a woo coming out of my mouth. Natasha and Aiden hold hands and start walking down the aisle as the guests stand up. Everyone is smiling from ear to ear—it is sort of hard not to since the atmosphere is filled with love, joy, and happiness. And we also let out a few laughs when the newlyweds start pulling some funny dance as they make their exit.
We, the bridesmaids and the groomsmen, follow after them back into the building and into the room where we got ready. I place my bouquet on the table beside the door where the others bridesmaids have put theirs. Natasha gets her makeup touched up and the photographer takes more pictures. The cameraman is also standing by, taking a video to capture every moment of their special day.
"Where's the alcohol?!" Aiden shouts. His best man grabs a bottle of champagne from the table and hands it to him. Aiden takes it and shakes it before popping the cork off. Fizzy champagne flies in the air but he makes sure to aim it where no one is standing, not wanting to ruin anyone's expensive dresses or suits.
We all grab a champagne glass that is laid out on top of the far table in the room. Aiden fills everyone's glasses, having to use another bottle since there are so many of us. Fourteen people to be exact; the bride, the groom, six bridesmaids, and six groomsmen.
"To love," he raises his glass while staring into his wife's eyes.
"To love," we all cheer back. We clink glasses and take a sip of the fizzy champagne.
While everyone relaxes and drinks more alcohol, I sit one of the sofas and grab my phone from the table in front of me. I check to see if I have any notifications and a smile is immediately on my face when I see a few texts from Harry.
Harry 💖: I miss you, I want to see your gorgeous face :( xx.
Harry 💖: Are you going to join cocktail hour?
Me: We haven't even been apart from each other for that long! Haha
Me: And I think I will in a bit :)
Harry 💖: One second away from you is already too long for me to handle :( </3
Harry 💖: And thank goodness. I feel so intimidated since I don't really know anyone. I'm just staying with your grandma and Amelia the whole time, following them around as they mingle.
Me: I bet you're doing amazing, babe. Just continue being your dashing self, I'll see you soon. 😘 xoxo
"Bored already?" I hear someone say from beside me. I lock my phone and place it on my lap as I look at the person. He smiles warmly at me and sits by my side. His name is Brad and he's Aiden's close friend. He has hazel eyes and a nice trimmed beard. His brown hair is gelled up in a quiff on top of his head. He has a structured face and a muscle build body.
"Oh, no," I lightly laugh. "Just taking a seat since my feet are already starting to ache," I reply. It is true, my feet are aching already and the wedding just started.
"Oh, okay," he chuckles and continues looking at me. I look away and sip more champagne, feeling slightly uncomfortable under his stare. "You look lovely in your dress," he grins at me, showing his perfectly straight teeth. I swallow more liquid and turn towards him with a soft smile on my lips.
"Thank you, my boyfriend bought it for me actually." His eyes widen slightly, probably not expecting me to say that. I nod my head, actually feeling sort of flattered from his compliment.
"Your boyfriend is a very lucky man."
"Daisy, come here!" Aiden's sister, Rose waves me over. I mentally thank her for doing that and give Brad a small smile before standing up and walking over to the rest of the bridesmaids. "What was that between you and Brad," she teasingly wiggles her eyebrows at me. I shake my head from her joke since she well knows I'm taken.
"He tried hitting on me. But I mentioned the b-word and he backed off, thankfully," I lightly laugh.
"He's very sexy," Clara, Natasha's friend adds in. I follow her gaze and see she's staring right at him.
"Then why don't you talk to him?"
"He is single," Sophie says.
"We'll see," Clara says in a flirty tone before putting the glass back up to her mouth.
After a few more minutes, we finally go back out to join the rest of the guests in the garden where they are eating some food and drinking cocktails. And even though it is the end of April, the weather is absolutely beautiful. It is sunny with a clear sky, and the temperature is so warm. It is perfect weather for a day like today.
I see a lot of family members, like cousins, aunts, and uncles. I talk to them to catch up for a few minutes. Many of my close cousins were glad to see me and talk to me since I didn't make an effort to message them for more than a year. They are relieved I'm doing better and I have Harry in my life. They say that they already met him earlier and he's a dashing man with a beautiful accent. And to that, I completely agree.
I finally see him at a table eating some fruits with Amelia and my grandma by his side. He wasn't joking when he said he was with them the whole time. I sneak around from behind and quickly cover his eyes with my hands. I could feel him smiling under my touch, his cheeks curving up.
"Dais, is that you?" I pull my hands away, and right when I do, he turns around and crashes me into a hug. I giggle when he picks me up and spins me around. "I missed you," he kisses my cheek when he places me back on the ground.
"I missed you too," I rest my head on his shoulder. Then I turn to granny and give her a hug. She smiles and kisses my cheek. As I kneel down to hug Amelia, granny starts talking.
"Your boyfriend is quite a charmer, Daisy." I stand back up and enter Harry's arms as he hugs me from behind. I turn my head to look at him. He is smiling brightly, already staring back at me.
"Thanks, Gran. He is a charmer alright. But if you don't mind, I'm going to steal him for a bit."
"Of course, go ahead, darling." We wave bye to Gran and I take Harry's hand, leading us to the photo booth. We wait in the back of the line and I turn around to look at Harry, feeling like this is the first proper time today that we've had for ourselves.
"Are you having a good time so far?" I ask him. He nods his head.
"Everyone is so lovely and nice. When I introduced myself to some of your relatives, though, I couldn't help but be slightly upset when they didn't know who I was. They were like 'Daisy has a British boyfriend? Since when?' It hurt me right in the heart, Dais," he mocks hurt, his face turning into an exaggerated frown so I know he is joking slightly.
"Oopsies?" I say, genuinely embarrassed and guilty. "I'm sorry, Harry. It's not what you think. I just haven't talked to them in a really long time."
"It's okay, babe. If it makes you feel any better, my family has no idea who you are. And I don't think they ever will," he chuckles. Even though his words are upsetting, the way he says it makes me laugh. He has long accepted the fact that he is done with his family back home. When something tragic happens in your life, you could either sulk about it and be upset, or makes jokes about it and carry on. Harry chose to carry on, and he's happy.
"That's very not completely true, though, because Gemma very much knows who I am." This makes him smile. "Where is she, by the way? I thought she was with you?" I just realize.
"Oh, she's with your mom and aunt somewhere—But have I told you how gorgeous you look today?" Harry asks, his eyes scanning my body once more.
"You did, like four times," I chuckle.
"It's true, though. That dress looks amazing on you." It was really perfect that Harry got me this dress since all the bridesmaids' dresses are this color. Natasha let us get our own dresses so we are all mismatched, but we made sure they were all similar in color and style so they work together.
"Thank you," I smile widely at him. He steps closer, now looking down at me with a smirk on his face.
"You know, it actually quite turns me on a bit, Dais." I playfully roll my eyes and shove his body away. "Seriously."
"I know you're serious," I laugh. "You horny bastard." Harry laughs and shamelessly scans my body again. I know he's probably thinking of all the dirty things he wants to do, but he's gonna have to wait. "Don't get too excited there, you wouldn't want everyone seeing it—especially my family," I joke with a playful smirk.
"True, that would be very awkward," his face scrunches up with displeasure. "But I'm only a horny bastard for you, Dais," he winks at me. I laugh with amusement at his words. I should have known he was going to say something cheesy like that.
The line moves along and when we are the next one's for the photo booth, I try to come up with a game plan. Always when I would take photo booth pictures that aren't planned, they always turn out horrible.
"So how are we going to do this? Like what order? Nice, funny, funny, nice? Or..." I trail off, wanting Harry to offer his idea.
"Sure, that's fine," he nods his head, but I can tell from the smile threatening to show that he has something else planned.
"What?" I ask.
"Nothing," he says with a cheeky smile on his face. I squint my eyes at him playfully, trying to figure out what it is. But like always, I fall short.
When we enter the photo booth, we sit on the benches with our legs brushing together. I raise my hand and press start on the screen, the timer immediately counting down. Harry wraps his left arm around my shoulder, and I lean my head towards him with my mouth opened in a smile showing my teeth. Harry does the same and grins widely before the photo is taken.
"Uh, what next?" I look at Harry, not having any idea what pose to do next. But Harry just smirks and picks me up, making me sit sideways on his lap. I let out a squeal of surprise, which makes Harry laugh. I put my left arm around the back of his neck, the other out beside me as I smile into the camera with my mouth open. As I see the picture being taken, I could see on the screen that Harry has his mouth open with his tongue sticking out, his eyes and nose scrunched up.
For the next picture, Harry reaching his right hand out from behind me and covers half my face with it. His pinky finger is pressed against my lip so I open my mouth and lightly clamp my teeth on his finger.
Then for the last picture, I smile into the camera, thinking that this will be another nice picture. But when the timer goes down to three seconds, Harry cups my cheeks in his hands and turns my face towards him. Before I can even process what is happening Harry is kissing me, his lips soft against mine so gently. I immediately melt into the kiss, my eyes closing as a light smile curves on the sides of my mouth.
I hear the photo being taken and pull away. Harry presses another quick kiss on my lips before we get up from the bench and walk out to retrieve our pictures. As we wait for them to print out, I turn to Harry with a knowing smile.
"You planned to kiss me for the last one, didn't you?"
"I did," he smiles proudly. I chuckle when I see some pink lipstick on his lips. I reach up and wipe it off with my thumb.
The man hands us the pictures and we immediately look at them. I let out a laugh when I see that on the third picture Harry pretended like he was going to lick my face.
"I love them," I honestly say as my eyes land on the fourth picture. I must say, we look fucking adorable.
"I love them too," Harry grins. "This is going to go on the fridge for sure." I hand Harry the picture and he slips it in his inner pocket of his suit jacket.
"For sure," I agree with a nod of my head. I look around the garden and notice that I can't see the other bridesmaids. "What's the time?"
Harry looks at his watch, "Twenty to five."
"Shit, I got to go now. The reception dinner is going to start soon and I have to be back in the room with the others."
"Okay, you better get going then, I'll see you at the table," Harry leans down and I stand on my tippy toes to kiss his lips before quickly walking into the building. When I enter the room, everyone is already there talking about last minute details of the dinner reception. The parents of the newlyweds are here, as well as little Amelia, who's the flower girl, and Austin, the ring bearer. Austin is Rose's son, he's six years old. Rose is another one of the bridesmaids because she is Aiden's sister.
"Look who's tardy," Derek teases me. "Having fun with your boyfriend? Hopefully not too much fun, though."
"Shut up, the photo booth line was long," I laugh. I walk to my purse on the table and reapply my lipstick that rubbed off onto Harry as they fill me in on what they were talking about.
Fifteen minutes later we are standing behind the door to the dinner reception. We are lined in order of how we are going to be introduced. I hear the MC start talking into the microphone inside of the room, his voice ringing out of the speakers. The chatter dies down and he says his introduction speech for the reception. He introduces Natasha and Sophie's parents first, both of them walking into the room as people clap. Next is Aiden's parents, followed by Sophie and Derek.
After that, Aiden's friend, Jude, and I are introduced. I link arms with him as we walk into the room. The photographer takes many pictures, the flash lighting up the dim room. When we reach the front, we split ways to go to our tables.
Instead of having a huge head table with the whole bridal party, just the bride, groom, maid of honor, best man, and their plus ones will be seated at the table. I walk to my family's table and walk the seat on Harry's right. As I pass by Gemma, who's sitting on Harry's left, I put my hand on her shoulder and give her a smile since this is the first time I'm seeing her today.
"You looked so good walking down the room," Harry whispers to me. "You're turning me on so much, fuck." I lightly nudge his arm, thankful that no one can hear him over the MC. He's so fucking horny that boy, it actually makes me really amused.
Once the rest of the bridesmaids and groomsmen walk down, the maid of honor and best man make their way down and sit in their seats at the head table. The maid of honor is Ashley, Natasha's best friend. And the best man is Aiden's best friend, named Wesley. Amelia and Austin come down next. I am smiling so wide when I see them together since they are so adorable. And last but not least, the bride and groom walk down. We cheer and clap as they make their way into the middle of the dance floor. The DJ starts playing Your Song by Elton John. They wrap their arms around each other and start swaying to the music for their first dance.
My cheeks hurt from smiling so much, but no matter what I do, I cannot take the smile off my face. I see them smiling and whispering to each other as they dance in front of everyone. Their relationship is so genuine and full of love, anyone can see it.
It makes me excited as I can't help but imagine mine and Harry's wedding day. I take a glance at my boyfriend and see him already looking at me, both of us having the same thoughts in our heads.
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Dinner has just finished and the dance floor has just opened for all the guests. I stand up and immediately get everyone at the table to their feet and lead us to the middle of the dance floor. The other bridesmaids and groomsmen join us as well and we all start grooving to the beat of the music. I look over at Harry and see him dancing with Amelia. They are doing weird dance moves like the robot and running man while laughing and having a good time. Just the sight of them makes my heart burst. He's so great with kids.
"How are you liking the wedding?" I ask Gemma in a yell since the music is really loud.
"I love it. This is actually my first wedding that I've attended."
"Really?" I say genuinely surprised. She nods her head and grabs my hands so we are dancing together. "So this is Harry's first wedding as well?"
"Yeah," she smiles and looks at her brother. I couldn't help but take another glance as well. "He loves Amelia so much—he loves kids in general. I don't know if he told you this but back in England he would always babysit kids." My eyes widen with surprise since I never knew that fact about Harry.
"No wonder he is so great with Amelia," I smile. She nods her head.
"Daisy!" I hear a few people shouting my name. I turn around and see two bridesmaids, Natasha's other best friends, running towards me while giggling like crazy. They probably had a bit too much champagne, I mentally note with a chuckle.
"Look at Clara," Alice points to the other side of the dance floor. I look and see Clara and Brad dancing together, both laughing with huge smiles on their faces. "Someone is getting laid tonight," she sing-songs
"They're so cute," Georgia gushes.
"They are pretty cute," I admit with a smile. "I'm happy for them, I hope it works out."
"Me too," they both say in unison and start giggling again.
"We gotta tell the others," Alice says while waving at me. They both run towards Sophie and Rose, standing a few feet away from us.
"Well that was amusing," I say as I continue watching Alice and Georgia.
"That was," Gemma chuckles. The song soon ends and a slow song starts playing. "I need to use the washroom," Gemma says.
"Okay," I smile and watch her leave. Just as I look around for Harry, I hear him talk from behind me.
"May I have this dance?" I turn around, a smile forming on my face when I see how beautiful he looks right now. He holds out his hand and I nod as I place mine on top of his.
"Of course you may." Harry grins widely and leads us to an empty space on the dance floor.
I take a step closer to Harry, my arms wrapping around the back of his neck. We are both staring at each other, subtle smiles on our faces. My eyes scan all over his face as Harry rests his hands on my waist, both of us lightly swaying to the beat of the music. Even in this dim lighting, Harry's moss green eyes are still sparkling and looking beautiful as ever. I take in every detail of his face; from his long eyelashes to the dimple on the left side of his mouth.
"I want to marry you one day, Dais," Harry says lowly making my heart burst.
"Oh, do you now," I tease. He nods his.
"I'm going to marry you one day," he confirms. "What do you think of that?" He smirks at me.
"I think that sounds absolutely lovely, Harry." I lean my head against Harry's as he hugs my body towards him. His thumb rubs circles on my side and my eyelids flutter close from the overwhelming feeling I have in my chest. There are just not enough words that could describe how much I love Harry.
"You are so beautiful, to me," Harry starts singing along to the song, whispering it in my ear for only me to hear. "Can't you see. You're everything I hoped for, you're everything I need. You are so beautiful, to me."
I continue closing my eyes, just hugging Harry as he sings to me. His voice sounds so beautiful. It's the perfect raspy tone for this song.
But all too soon, the song ends. We pull away and Harry holds my hands.
"I love you," he whispers.
"I love you too. So much, Harry." I go on my tippy toes and quickly kiss his lips, making him smile widely.
As an upbeat song starts to play, I look around and see my parents staring at me and Harry. Smiles are both on their faces as they whisper to each other, probably watching us the whole time. I playfully scrunch my face at them as my dad gives me a thumbs up. I laugh.
"What is it?—Wait, is that Gemma with a guy?!" I follow his gaze and see Gemma at the snack table talking and laughing with a man who has short blonde hair and is wearing a grey suit. When I look back at Harry, I'm surprised when I don't see him beside me.
"Harry?" I call out, feeling really confused. I look around and finally spot him walking in Gemma's direction, squeezing through a small crowd of people. I laugh and quickly follow after him. By the time I catch up, he is already butting into their conversation.
"Hey, sis," Harry smiles widely and wraps his arm around her shoulder. I look at Gemma and see her face is completely mortified from Harry. "What's up, who's your friend here?"
"Are you fucking serious?" She says with her mouth open in shock. I stand back, literally fighting back from hysterically laughing. When she realizes that Harry will not leave without an answer, she huffs with annoyance. "Harry, this is Marcus. And Marcus, this is my brother—he's an idiot," she shakes her head with a chuckle.
"Pleasure to meet you, Harry," Marcus says to Harry while holding his hand out for a hand shake. Harry squints his eyes and stares at Marcus for a few seconds, trying his best to be intimidating. And it works because Marcus awkwardly chuckles and scratches the back of his head with the hand he had out. But the next second, Harry is smiling from ear to ear and finally holds his hand out from a handshake.
"Nice to meet you too, Marcus." The poor guy nervous chuckles again and shakes Harry's hand. Gemma shakes her head with amusement, not being able to stay angry with her brother since he is just playing his role of being embarrassing and protective. "Okay, well, carry on then. I'm gonna go grab a drink from the bar." Harry waves goodbye before walking to the bar beside the table. When I am far enough away from Gemma and Marcus, I let out a loud laugh that I have been holding.
"Oh my god, Harry. You're fucking embarrassing. I feel bad for Gemma," I continue laughing. Harry turns his head to look at me and smiles with triumph.
"Hey, I need to scare him a bit so he knows not to mess with my sister," he says while looking back at them. I look again too and see them laughing as they walk to the dance floor. "I don't think it worked though," he purses his lips to the side.
Later on in the evening, after the newlyweds have cut the cake, it was time for the bouquet and garter tosses. When Natasha is ready to toss the bouquet, all the women, including me, stands a few feet behind. She throws it behind her, but Clara being the tall basketball player she is, jumps really high and catches the flowers. Then for the garter toss, it so happens that Brad catches it as well. And I am in fits of laughter when Clara sits on the chair and Brad is putting it on her. We all playfully cheer and holler as this is happening, the guests laughing too.
And after two more hours, the wedding finally ends. I say bye to my family and friends. I also say bye to Natasha, Aiden, the bridesmaids, and the groomsmen before leaving the venue with Gemma and Harry. Since I came here in my own car, Gemma picked up Harry from our apartment so Harry and I could leave together. We say goodbye to her as we pass by her car in the parking lot.
"So what's going on with you and that Marcus guy?" Harry asks as they pull away from their hug. Marcus left an hour ago. "Do you have each other's numbers?"
"Maybe," Gemma blushes.
"When's the date?"
"Harry!" I laugh and lightly nudge his arm. I step forward and give Gemma a hug. "Marcus seems like a nice guy," I tell her as I pull away. She smiles. "See you next time, Gemma. Drive home safely." I give her a wave, pulling Harry with me. She gives me a thankful look and waves back before climbing in her car.
"Hey," Harry playfully tells me as I unlock my car.
"What?"
"I needed to know that answer."
"I think you'll be just fine without knowing it," I laugh.
When we arrive home, I immediately take off my heels. I whimper and walk away weirdly since my feet are aching so much. I enter the bedroom and reach my hand behind me to take off my dress. But since I am so tired and exhausted, I am failing miserably.
"Need help there?" I hear Harry chuckling behind me.
"Yes please." I put my hands down to my sides as Harry pushes my hair over my shoulder, his finger brushing over my skin so lightly. He slowly unzips it and I thank him as I take the dress off my body. I walk to my closet and hang it up before walking to the washroom to take a shower. As much as I want to sleep right now, I can't deal with my body being dirty from sweat.
I turn on the hot water and take off my thong before stepping in the shower. I close the glass door behind me and as I reach to grab the shampoo, I hear the door open. I whip my head around and see Harry entering, stark naked.
"You've been fucking killing me the whole day, Dais." I look at him confused, my thoughts all fuzzy from being so tired, but it finally clicks when I look at his hardening manhood. A smirk plays on my lips as I see him looking at me kind of pissed off. "I've been holding this in all fucking day," he points to his dïck. "And then you just strip from your dress and walk away in just a thong," he lets out a strangled groan and it only makes me smirk even more. I don't know why but I find it so amusing when Harry is so sexually frustrated. His boldness is sexy and hot, yet he's also really fucking adorable at the same time.
He takes another step closer to me, backing me up against the wall and crashes our lips together, hard. He uses one hand to cup my jaw, the other resting beside my head on the tiles so he can lean in closer. I tangle my fingers through his hair, tugging on it lightly like how he loves it.
"Fuck," he groans. His lips are back on mine, his head tilting to the left so he can deepen the kiss. I open my mouth and he instantly slips his tongue in, kissing me harder.
We pull away and I take a deep breath since I'm feeling a bit lightheaded. I feel Harry's lips pressing kisses from my jaw, all the way down my neck. My head tilts back against the tiles, my mouth open in pure bliss and pleasure when he sucks on the skin above my right breast, leaving a red mark on it.
His hands slide down my body, all the way down to my hips before sliding back up to cup my breasts. I let out a moan as he starts massaging them, his mouth adding into the pleasure as he flicks my nipple with his tongue. He lightly grazes his teeth on the bud, making a shiver run up my spine. If I wasn't turned on before, I sure am now. I grab his hips in my hands, bringing his body closer to me.
"I need you, Harry. Please," I say breathlessly.
"Not yet, baby. Soon." He gives me a smirk and falls down onto his knees. He picks up my left leg and places it on top of his shoulder so he can have a better access to my core. I lean my weight against the wall, my heart rate picking up as he teases me by lightly nibbling on my inner thighs. His nose brushes so lightly against my clît making me shiver.
"Harry," I whine. My hips buckle up towards his face, desperate for more contact. But Harry pulls back with a shake of his head with that smirk still planted on his lips.
"Patience, babe. If I can hold it in for the whole day, I'm sure you can last just a few minutes." My mouth drops open, completely shocked. I am so frustrated and tired right now that I honestly have the urge to slap him.
"Just do something, please," I cry. Harry smirks at my pleading and spreads my legs further apart.
"Since you asked so kindly." I instantly feel his tongue swiping up my heat, collecting my arousal. I let out a loud moan as my fingers tangle with his hair once more.
"Oh shit, Harry." I feel his tongue flicking my clît, the sensation spreading all over my body. My legs wobble from the intense pleasure, as I feel his two fingers slip into me. He pumps them in and out, his hair tickling my thighs as he continues paying attention to my bundle of nerves. But his mouth parts with my core and he starts kissing the insides of my thighs, all the way up to my stomach.
"You taste fucking amazing, Dais." I gasp with pleasure, my eyes screwing shut when his fingers hit a particular spot inside me. As he retracts his finger, he curls them against my walls making my stomach tense up.
"Harry—fuck—I need you right now." Harry doesn't need to be told twice. He pulls out his fingers and slips them in his mouth while staring deeply into my eyes. He stands up and crashes our mouths together, his tongue slipping in my mouth making me taste myself.
"You're so sexy," he breathlessly whispers to me, his eyes dark with want and lust. "I'm gonna make you feel so fucking good, Dais."
He turns off the shower and opens the door. We are so horny that we completely forget to dry ourselves off with a towel. And Harry can't even wait to go to the bed too since he picks me up and places me on the sink counter, immediately pushing my legs apart and standing in between.
My hands run up and down his muscular back as he presses our lips together once more. I grasp his length in my hands, causing Harry to let out a deep groan from the pleasure. Harry is back to kissing my neck, leaving even more love bites on my skin as I pump his length in my hands.
"I—I can't wait, babe. I need you—I need to be in you so bad." I breathe out and nod my head, lining his tip against my entrance. I decide to tease us a bit even though I want him just as bad. I run him up and down my folds, Harry letting out breathless moans. I bite my lip and stare into his eyes, finally pushing him in me.
I don't think I could ever get used to the feeling of Harry stretching me out. The way his length fits inside me is indescribable. And since I am finally on the pill, we don't have a condom in the way of our skin rubbing against each other. This raw feeling is even more intimate and it feels a thousand times more pleasurable. I could feel him everywhere as we continue staring into each other's eyes, moans and profanities slipping out of our mouths every now and then. I wrap my legs around his waist, letting him go even deeper inside me.
"You're so deep, babe," I moan and tilt my head back. Harry grips on my hips and starts thrusting into me.
"Shit, Dais. You're so tight around me, you feel so good," he moans into my neck. I grip onto his hair, tugging it slightly making Harry pick up the pace. I focus on the way his hips snap back and forth, the feeling of him entering and leaving me. He would pull out so only the tip of him is still in me, before pushing back in.
Harry loves alternating speed. He would occasionally go faster and harder for a few thrusts before going slow, making him go even deeper inside of me. I love it when he goes slow because I could feel more of him, but at the same time I sort of love it rough and fast.
I love the way Harry mutters dirty words into my ear. He would whisper it, his voice gravely, rough and uneven. He would say how much he loves being in me and how he can never get enough of how I feel. He would press our mouther together and kiss me for a few seconds before just leaving it there as he pants deeply. He groans and moans every few seconds, making me know how much he is enjoying it.
"Dais," he sensually says while looking into my eyes. His hands slide up and down the sides of my body, my skin tingling from his touch.
I lean back the slightest bit so Harry is now hitting a different spot inside of me. It instantly makes my toes curl as I scream out Harry's name in complete euphoria. Harry groans and huffs, trying to keep himself to releasing since we want this feeling to last as long as it possibly can. My hands roam down to his bum, squeezing it a bit and forcing him to go even deeper inside of me. I keep him there for a few seconds, my hips swivelling in a circle. Harry bites his lips tight as I feel my walls contracting around him.
"Fuck, baby," Harry tilts his chin upwards, his eyes closing shut. "If you keep doing that, I'm not gonna last any longer." Harry starts thrusting slow again. I buckle my hips so I meet him half way. I let out a shaky breath from the feeling, my hips clamping even tighter around his waist. "I need you against the wall." He picks me up and carries me to the closed washroom door. He presses me up against it, immediately slipping in and out of me even faster.
"I'm almost there—fuck," I curse. I grip onto Harry for dear life, my eyes fluttering close as he continuously pounds into that same sweet spot. "Harry," I moan and stuff my face into the crook of his neck.
Harry continues groaning and grips onto my hips tighter. I pull away and look at him, seeing the way his face is scrunched up with pleasure. We are both almost there and we both know it. We could feel it in our stomachs. But I am the first to reach my high.
A fire ignites in my stomach, waves of euphoria spreading all throughout my body. I tilt my head back and scream out Harry's name, my face contorted into one of pleasure. My mouth stays open as Harry continues pounding into me, his thrusts becoming harder and harder as he too reaches his high. His length twitches and his warm loads shoots inside my core.
I watch the way his eyes scrunch close and his mouth falls open as he curses and moans out my name. The way he says it makes my stomach turn, and the way he looks while saying it makes me fall even more in love with him. He looks absolutely beautiful. He continues thrusting to ride out our highs, his pace slowing down. He opens his eyes and stares right into mine, his green eyes glowing and sparkling under the bright lights in the washroom.
"I love you," he says and stops his movement.
"I love you," I reply back. I kiss his nose and a dorky smile forms on his lips as he lets me down. My legs buckle and Harry instantly holds onto my shoulders to keep me stable.
"You okay?" He smirks.
"I'm more than okay."
"I think we better get cleaned up," he bites his lips as he looks at our liquids running down my legs. He has a weird thing for liking the way that looks.
"I think so," I laugh and open the door. "But we're just getting cleaned up, I am way too knackered to go for round two."
"You said knackered," Harry smiles at me as I turn on the warm water.
"I did," I smile back at him, just realizing how I'm catching onto his British terminology.
We quickly wash our bodies before drying off and brushing our teeth. After, I slip on a comfy pair of brief underwear and one of Harry's plain white tees before climbing into bed. Harry just has on black boxers as he climbs in after me.
Harry lies on his back and I curl up against him, our legs tangling together. I use the tip of my index finger to trace over his swallow tattoos. I take a glance at Harry and see him already looking at me with a soft smile on his face. He kisses my forehead and I kiss his cheek before laying my head back down on his shoulder.
"Good night, my love," Harry whispers to me.
"Good night, Harry."
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