Eleventh Lesson- How to celebrate.
It was lovely.
I couldn't describe it any other way. His lips on my skin felt lovely and it was a lovely thing to wake up to. He was almost brushing his lips on my skin, leaving feathery kisses on my neck while he hovered over me.
The room was dark and I had to blink a few times before I was actually used to it. I could barely see him, only the general silhouette of his broad shoulders, but really nothing else. Still, my hands made their way to his hair, burying themselves in it and pulling at it a little. A soft moan left his lips and the hot air fanned my skin, sending thousands and thousands of electric currents down my body, intensifying the feeling that his lips were leaving.
"Hey." He whispered, raising his eyes to meet mine.
"Hey." I whispered back. I wished I could look at him, at his big emerald eyes staring back at the or at his pink almost sinful lips pressing on my skin, but there I was, in the middle of the darkness. Still, not even then could I stop the bliss that was now creeping up my body, reaching every inch of my body only to stay there, safe and warm.
"Thank God you woke up, babe. I thought I was gonna have to wank while watching you sleep."
"That's so creepy." I giggled, bringing my knees up so I could trap his body between my legs.
"Do you want to go to my flat?" He asked me while continuing to nibble lightly on my collarbones. He lowered his body, pressing his body to mine and humming a little. I actually didn't want to move, feeling perfectly fine with the way things were right now.
"No, let's stay here, yeah?"
"Can you be quiet?" He smirked at me and I leaned a little so I could kiss him on the lips.
"I can try."
Within seconds his lips were on mine. It wasn't a rough kiss, it was soft and slow, his tongue running across my bottom lip in a slow motion before going pass my lips. It was as if he was almost exploring and I couldn't help but go along with him, a hand across his shoulder and the other one on the back of his head, pulling him closer to me while we kissed.
When he broke the kiss apart, I almost whimpered, but he made me shut up quickly starting to trail kisses down my jaw, his fingers finding their way under my shirt.
"We're gonna go slow, okay?" He murmured and I nodded, too lost already on the feeling he was causing and in the way his fingers were making their slow way to my panties.
Humming, I felt his finger set aside the fabric of my panties and then come to my lips to make me suck on them. Not wanting to waste any time, I wrapped my lips around his two long fingers, swirling my tongue around them and sucking on them slowly until he moaned, bobbing his head down and pressing his lips on the uncovered valley of my chest, exposed thanks to the low cut collar of my shirt.
Letting his fingers go, I smirked at him, at his reaction to the small action. He always made me feel as if I had some kind of power over him, maybe even the same kind he had over me. Trailing his hand down my body, he reached my panties again and connected his now wet fingers to my clit. Hissing at the coldness, I opened my legs a little more, giving him more space to move.
His lips were sucking on a small spot on my neck, grazing his teeth over my skin. I turned until I could trap his lips in a slow kiss, moaning in the middle of it when he started drawing circles on my clit. He was in fact being slow, pressing his fingers a little on my clit and drawing soft figures on it. I could feel myself starting to grow wet and little sounds where leaving my lips with each movement of his fingers.
Suddenly, he stopped, drawing his hand away and sitting up while he looked down at me. I almost screamed in protest, forgetting that my parents could hear me and most likely would come barging in the room to see what was going on, but thankfully he didn't give me much time, putting his hands on my tummy under the shirt and bunching it up until I had no choice but to pull it over my head.
"Fuck, I hate this." He said, his hands running up and down my body until they finally settled on my boobs, squeezing lightly on them and pulling on my nipples until I was moaning.
"What?" I asked weakly.
"Not being able to see you."
"Want to wait until tomorrow?"
"No, I need you today."
"Then you can have me."
"I can." He said and I could feel the smile in his voice. "Cause you're mine."
"I'm yours." I giggled, smiling almost too widely when he lied on his side and leaned over me, kissing me slowly while he let his fingers run down my body, his fingertips barely brushing the skin of my stomach, until he could put it on my inner thighs, making me spread my legs a little wider. Hooking one of his legs around one of my own, he made sure I continued the same way, granting himself more space for his fingers to slid down my slit.
"Harry?" I almost moaned, his fingers flicking on my clit with quick movements. There was a pressure that was starting to build in my stomach and that was starting to take over each and every one of my thoughts, his lips doing very little to help me keep my sanity as they wrapped around my nipple and sucked on it.
Still, none of it was enough. I didn't want to come around his fingers, even when the feeling was in the top of my favorite things in the world. Instead, I was desperate to have him inside of me, to feel his thrusts meet my hips and feel him fill me completely.
"Yeah, babe?" He mumbled against my skin.
"Fuck me, please?"
"Just fuck you?" He asked and I took my hand to the front of his jeans, opening them until I could tug them down, along with his boxers. Wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock, I slid it up until I reached his tip, running my thumb over it and going down again, stroking him until he pressed his lips to my neck to muffle the moans that were escaping his lips.
His fingers kept moving on my clit, rubbing it and flicking on it. As much as I tried to command myself not to, my legs shook a little, following the example set by my throbbing clit and my quivering stomach.
"Harry, please." I begged, before it was too late. I knew we couldn't do much, I could risk my mom finding Harry in my bed, yeah, but I just couldn't even bear the thought of her finding us in the middle of sex.
"Jesus, you're so impatient." He finally pulled his hand away, getting up from the bed so he could take his clothes off. I cursed the fact that the lights were turned off, wanting to see him as he got naked. Seeing his cock spring to his stomach and the muscles of his stomach tense every time he grabbed himself and pumped a little was so exciting for me, knowing that he was doing all of this just because of me.
"Fuck." He muttered, standing in front of me with his hand on his cock. Trailing my nails on his thighs, I smiled when he moaned, throwing his head back.
"Come on, don't do it all by yourself." I pouted and he laughed in response, lying on the bed by my side. His hand found my hips and he pressed his fingers to my skin to make me move and straddle him.
Even when I was desperate for him, I didn't take his cock immediately, sitting on him while it was resting on his stomach. Rocking my hips, I felt how his cock fit perfectly with my slit, coating him completely in my wetness. With each movement, his tip would hit my too sensitive clit, moans being the appropriate response to the feeling.
"Quiet, babe." He said when he shut me up with a kiss. "You're gonna get us caught."
"You feel so good." I smiled at him. "Even when you're not inside of me, fuck, you feel good."
"So do you, babe. You're so wet, always so fucking ready for me to fuck you, aren't you?"
I nodded, biting my lip and pulling his face to mine. The kiss was different from the first ones and still, it held daintiness and softness, all of it new to us, it was almost like we were longing for each other even when we were right there, not going anywhere.
"Come on, babe, didn't you want me to fuck you? Stop teasing me."
"Who's the impatient now?" I giggled, letting him help me get on my knees a little so I could sit on him. His fingers wrapped around the base of his cock and with one hand on my hips, he helped me lower my body until he was filling me up. Burying my head on the crook of his neck, I moaned as lowly as possible, rocking my hips slowly while he let kisses on my shoulders.
"Lean back, babe." He instructed me and I did so, leaning until I had to support myself with my hands on his thighs. With his lips on my nipples, his body followed mine, his hands on my back keeping me close to him. One of his hands left my back, going to the front of my body so he could start rubbing my clit.
"Fuck." I muttered, doing my best to do something for him, but almost too lost in my own enjoyment. Clenching my walls, I tried to keep up with the rocking of my hips, his moans causing goose bumps to rise on my skin. "I'm gonna cum, Harry." I whispered, wanting desperately to make him feel as good as he was making me feel, but he didn't stop, his lips and teeth making sure the skin of my chest was marked by him and his fingers flicking my clit until it was throbbing.
With trembling fingers, I gripped his shoulder, wanting to have something to hang to while I came, the pleasure erupting in my tummy and spreading through my body, until my toes, that were under me as I was sitting on my legs, curled and I could only hug him tight to me. As I couldn't control my body anymore, he made sure to help me ride my orgasm, his big hands leading the rocking of my hips.
"Jump." I heard him whisper against my ear and it took me a couple of seconds to actually follow his command, my body still far too gone to do anything that wasn't trembling.
I started slowly, jumping up and down with his help, his back now lying on the bed while he watched me bounced. One of his hands traveled to my boobs, squeezing it and playing with my nipples which felt raw because of his lips on them just seconds ago. I enjoyed the way the only sounds that were coming out of his mouth where little pants and moans, his breath so heavy, I could still hear it and it still affected me in a way no boy ever should.
It wasn't hard for me to reach a blissful state, my body still to sensitive to last any longer than just a couple of minutes. My hands were resting on his chest, giving me the support I needed to not fall on the bed. He trapped his lips between his teeth and dug his fingers on the skin of my hips.
Not being loud was costing us a lot of effort, so used to have Harry's flat to ourselves. His moans were low but still audible and the first creak of the bed sent a jolt of panic down my body, but it was soon forgotten when Harry stopped me from moving and held me in place with his hands. Thrusting inside of me with force, I had to bit my lip so hard I started to taste blood, not wanting to scream out loud his name that was right on the tip of my tongue.
"Fuck." I whimpered, digging my nails on his chest and leaning a little over him. "Fuck. I'm gonna cum."
"Wait, wait until I cum babe." He said in a strained voice. His skin felt clammy and cold and I could feel he was restraining himself, trying to be quiet and not cause a mess so my parents wouldn't wake up.
Soon, he was grunting and throwing his back a little, which I took as a signal to let my walls relax, releasing my orgasm and letting it order to every inch of my body to let the fire take over.
I leaned over Harry at the same time he sat up a little, peppering my skin with little kisses while he whispered my name, mixed with stuff like "fuck" and "you feel so fucking good."
I pulled away from him, plopping on the bed and immediately feeling drawn to him, snuggling to the side of his body until I could nuzzle my nose onto his chest.
"You owe me my special night." I whispered when I wrapped my arm around his waist.
"Maybe if you weren't so horny all the time, we would've made it."
"Me?" I gasped dramatically. "You're calling me horny?"
"Yeah, babe." He laughed, his hand settling on my waist so he could pull me closer to him.
"I'm offended at the implications, and you've just won yourself a month without sex."
Laughing, he rolled to the side, pressing his forehead to my chest while he let me hold him.
"I don't think you'll be able to handle that long without sex."
"I probably won't." I agreed with him. With a hand on his face, I made him look at me, kissing him lightly on the lips. "I like this." I whispered when we broke the kiss apart, his face burying in my chest and my chin resting on top of his head.
"Me too. S'nice."
"Are you staying the night?"
"Yeah." He said, wrapping his arm around my waist.
"We need to put clothes on."
"You're so boring."
Chuckling, I ran my fingers through his hair, playing with it a little while I found the strength to ask the question that had been running laps in my mind since he left my room earlier.
"Harry?"
"Hmmmm?"
"Where are we?"
"In your room?" He replied playfully, nibbling a little on my collarbones.
"Don't be silly!!! You know what I mean."
"I don't. Tell me."
Puffing airs out of my cheeks, I whimpered a little, knowing I was going to have to ask as he wasn't going to cave in.
"Where are we in our, you know, relationship? Like if we had to introduce ourselves...." I couldn't continued with my uninspired question, which honestly I was thankful for, cause he was laughing, the deep rumbles of his laughter echoing in my own body. "What?" I groaned.
"Jesus, you really suck at that." He chuckled, leaning his face so we could kiss briefly. "Be my girlfriend. Do you like that title?"
"Ehh, it'll have to do."
****
"Bloody....fuck!!!!"
If the curse hadn't caught my attention, the loud crash that came after it definitely did, a bang echoing in the house. Shaking my head, I lamely made my way to the living room, not at all rushed to see the disaster that he must have made to make such a noise. How hard was it to replace Christmas lights around a tree?
"What happened?" I laughed when I saw him lying on the floor, the tangled Christmas lights on the floor.
"I fell."
"Did you hurt yourself?" I walked to him, getting on my knees when I had reached his side. I straddled him, looking down at him with quirked eyebrows.
"Yes." He pouted and I couldn't help but smile at how adorable he looked.
"Can I kiss it better?" Leaning until I was hovering over him, I put my hands on each side of his face, dipping my head down and brushing my lips to his.
"Probably."
"Where?"
"My cock." He answered with a smirk and I huffed, hitting his chest before getting up. "What? What did you really expect, babe?"
"Get up, your mom must be coming back already." Groaning, he got up from the floor, kicking lightly the bundle of lights that were now at his feet, almost mocking him.
It was the weirdest feeling ever, being at Harry's for Christmas dinner and I couldn't help but wonder if Harry had told her about us. I wished he hadn't, but truth was he probably had, he was such a mama's boy.
Picking the lights up from the floor, I did my best to put them around the tree, tossing the broken ones to the side. I was about to finish when Harry's arms wrapped around my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder while he watched me twirl the last light around one of the branches.
"What?" I asked him, letting my back lean a little against his chest.
"Was the pink bag I saw this morning in your room my Christmas present?"
"No. I didn't know you were into women underwear. I'll get you some next time." I turned around, his arms still around my waist, and smirked when he glared at me playfully. "You'll just have to wait and see what Santa leaves for you."
"Can I have a peek?" He asked, my hand going to skim over one of his loose curls. Shaking my head, I pecked his lips right before I pulled away, startled by the sound of the door opening.
"Harry?" Gemma's voice rang through the house and I stepped away from him even more.
"You really need to stop being afraid of her." He chuckled and I glared at him, pushing him off of me. "In here, Gems." He called and soon the blonde girl and the brunette older woman joined us.
"Oh, poppet, you're here!" Anna exclaimed and came to give me a hug, which I responded fully and sincerely. "I thought you were coming with you mum."
"Harry asked me to help him decorate." I said with a smile, almost faltering when Gemma snorted and poked her tongue out to Harry when he looked at her with wide eyes.
"Oh, well, you've made a wonderful job. Come, come to the kitchen, let's have a chat while we wait for your parents."
****
I couldn't see how we were going to be able to eat all the food on the table. Anne had outdone herself with the Christmas dinner, beautifully arranged plates between candlesticks with red candles on it. My mom and dad were in the middle of an intense conversation with Anne and Harry's step dad, Robin, one that involved the intense questioning of Gemma's future. I must say, she was holding her own very well.
My eyes kept going from Anne to my mom, and I was trying so hard to keep up with their talk that I barely felt Harry's hand trailing up my leg. I took it in my own hand before he could go up any further, intertwining our fingers together so he couldn't try anything else.
"Behave." I hissed and I he chuckled, letting his tongue ran across his bottom lip.
"Go to the bathroom." He whispered and I widened my eyes, shaking my head lightly so no one would notice.
"I'm not doing that when my parents are in the living room, Harry." I whispered.
"Come on. We're going to Lou's party after this, we'll have to wait a lot!" He insisted and I sighed, looking at my mom and letting his hand go before I excused myself, telling I needed to call my best friend.
"I will kill you if you get me in trouble." I told him when he got in the small bathroom, a smirk curling up the corners of his lips.
"We've done this before." He chuckled, already pressing his body to mine and pushing me to the wall.
"Not my proudest moment." I smiled at him when he looked down at me, his pink lips brushing the skin of my jaw, my hands going to his back and running them down until I reached the hem of his shirt and could take them underneath it. I was still amazed by how his muscles were so noticeable, tensing a little under my fingertips.
His hand made their way to the my hips, gripping my waist before he let his hands drop to my legs, fiddling with the hemline of my dress before he pushed it up until it was bunching around my waist.
"You like it?" I asked him when his eyes ran down my body, finally settling on my red lacey and see through panties. They were something else, probably something I'd never wear, but just as I had suspected, they were driving him crazy, his eyes turning 2 shades darker already.
"Fuck, I love them. Let's leave them on, yeah?"
"Whatever you want."
Never breaking the eye contact, I watched him as he got on his knees in front of me, his lips meeting the exposed skin of my stomach so he could kiss softly on it. Trailing down kisses, he hooked his fingers on my panties, setting the fabric to the side until he was able to blow air over my clit. The relief that I found when he flicked my clit lightly with his tongue did not last long, as he went to kiss from my hips to my inner thighs, nibbling and biting on my skin until a low moan left my throat.
"Harry, come on." I pleaded, spreading my legs a little farther, trying not to stumble now that I was wearing my high heels and those and the wall were the only thing giving me support.
"What do you want me to do, babe?"
"I want you to fuck me, that'd be nice."
"With my tongue?" He smirked at me and I nodded, biting my lips while I looked down at him. His hair was loose and his curls were framing his face, my hands going down until I could pull him closer to me.
"Do want me to eat you out, babe?" He smirked at me and I nodded again, to which he responded with a shake of his head. "I need to hear it."
"Fuck you." I huffed, so he continued kissing and nibbling on my skin until I started squirming, wanting nothing more than to feel his tongue on my clit. "Harry, please eat me out." I pleaded, sighing almost in relief when he let his tongue run from my entrance to my clit. My legs shook a little and I raked my nails on the walls, trying to find something to grab, something that'd steady me but found nothing. Instead, my hands traveled to the back of his head, where I could pull him to me, his tongue lapping over my skin while he hummed lightly.
Flicking on my clit lightly and occasionally, he continued to lick all over. To stop me from squirming, his hands went around my hips, making me push my hips a little farther from the wall so he could have better and easier access to me.
He finally tapped and flicked on my clit, slow movements coming my way as he was taking all of the time of the world.
I bit my lip, tugging on his hair a little while I rolled my hips on his face, making his lips leave my clit and bumping it against the tip of my nose. The fact that our parents were sitting on the living room, mere feet away, slipped my mind, now only focused on his plump lips pulling on my clit.
"Fuck." I muttered, lolling my head to the sides. "Keep doing that."
The knots on my stomach, caused by the pressure that was creeping up my body, were turning tighter, my stomach quivering a little at his running tongue. Pulling away, he blew on my clit so the cold air would hit me, his lips connecting to it just seconds later. My walls clenched around his as soon as he thrust one finger inside, being relentless with this tongue. His fingertips hooked and brushed my g-spot once and again until I had to bite my tongue hard enough to draw blood, afraid I was going to moan and had us caught.
My whole body tense, feeling how my legs started to shake and threatened to close, my whole body trying to squirm away from him now that I was reaching my high. With tight pulls on his hair, I felt how he swirled around my clit, pushing it while he started to thrust faster, stimulating my g-spot with each movement.
Trying not to fall, I gripped the counter on my right, drowning the moans that were about to burst out of my lips. His lips wrapped around my clit, sucking a little faster and harder now that he knew I was already over the edge.
I closed my eyes, my vision turning black when the wave of pleasure rushed through my body, almost unaware of the fact he was now cleaning my juices, lapping his tongue over my slit.
"Fuck." I panted. My body was trembling completely and when he got up I barely had any time to react and stand a little straighter.
"Quiet, babe." He said. I noticed he was undoing his jeans and I widened my eyes, knowing it was such a bad idea but still, not finding the inner strength to stop him. I just wanted him so bad.
Watching how his pants pooled around his ankles, followed by his boxers, I licked my lips when his cock sprang to his stomach and before he had time to do it himself, I took him in my hands, stroking him a little and feeling his grow even harder and heavier in my hand.
"Are you gonna fuck me?" I whispered, looking at him with a smirk on his face. He was just as needy as I was, and that made me wet all over again.
"Are you gonna cum a second time for me? Like the good girl you are?" He whispered back, pushing me to the wall and connecting our lips together in a hungry desperate kiss
"I am." I said, hooking my legs around his hips so I could take him better. He helped me find the best position and then one of his hands wrapped around his cock, running up and down my slit before he thrust inside of me.
Kissing his neck, I muffled my moans, and tried to jump up and down. His lips met the skin of my neck, nibbling his mark on me.
"Fuck, you feel so good around my cock." He whispered and his hot breath made the little hairs on the nape of my neck stand at attention.
He kept thrusting, his fingers digging on my hips and his body pushed to mine so he could stop me from sliding down the wall.
"Harder, go harder." I told him, his hand going to the wall to steady himself while he started to thrust even harder, reaching even deeper and brushing my g-spot with his tip. "You like fucking me in the bathroom, don't you?" I managed to say, looking at him and finding a smirk on his face.
"I like fucking you everywhere, babe."
It wasn't long until we were both digging our nails in each other's skin, trying to bite down our moans. I was thankful for his hands on my body, otherwise I would've fallen when my high reached me for a second time. His skin was clammy and glistening and I felt hot and cold all over again, the fabric of my skin now all sweaty, just like the little strands of hairs that were now on my forehead. I felt warm all over when he released inside of me.
Pulling out when we both had ridden our orgasms, I stood up, my legs feeling all wobbly and shaky, having to support myself on him. With small kisses on my neck, he trailed his hands down my body, sliding one finger down my slid and thrusting it inside of me.
"Fuck, Harry, what are you doing?" I asked him and he kissed me, showing me his glistening finger when he pulled away.
"Come on, suck it." He offered me his finger and I sucked on it, wrapping my fingers around his wrists while I swirled my tongue around it, tasting both of us. "Fuck. You look so beautiful when you do stuff like that."
"Just then?" I quirked my brows, half smiling at him.
"You always look beautiful, babe." He smiled and pecked my lips, taking a few steps back so he could pull his jeans up.
"Harry?" My head snapped to the door when I heard Gemma's voice through the door. "Harry, I swear to God, if you're fucking in there....."