"There she lays heart beating fast within, as we become one, skin to skin" (thought of that myself whhaaa)
*beginning "mature"*
Harry's POV
She lightly tugs on the handcuffs as my lips trail down her neck stopping at her breasts. I start sucking on the pink nipple, playing with it between my teeth watching her squirm in pain and pleasure while using my other hand the grope the other breast.
"Harry" She groans bringing her legs around my hips.
After playing with her breasts giving them both equal attention. I bring my left hand down her stomach. Her breath hitches with excitement bucking her hips up. Urging me to get closer to her heat. I couldn't help but moan at the sight.
Her dark brown hair sprawled over the pillows. Her hands cuffed to the headboard as her face was tinted pink. Her chest moving at an unsteady paste. She was beautiful.
I use my finger to trace her panty line before bringing my hand under the fabric to ghost my fingers against her folds. I press my thumb onto her clit and started doing circular motions on the throbbing nub. Her moans were music to my ears, pushing one finger in and teasing her with slow, steady thrusts. Adding another finger into her heat, I couldn't help but suppress the groan from escaping my lips.
Pumping my fingers in her soaking heat, loving the sounds of her moans. "Harry I'm gon-ugh"
"mm Ros-"
BEEP BEEP BEEP (haha)
I jolt awake, slamming my hand on the boisterous alarm clock, I would get rid of this obnoxious thing only if it wasn't a thoughtful gift given to me by my mum.
Trying to calm my rapid heart beat while using the back of my hand to wipe the sweat beads on my forehead. Closing my eyes for a second to only be flashed by my dream moments ago. Just the thought brought the blush forming from my neck crawling its way to my already pink cheeks.
Gripping a hold of the blanket, pulling it away from my body. I couldn't help but notice my hardened member. Running my hands over my face once more still shocked by my actions.
Meeting a girl was always a big thing for me. My confidence level is minuscule, which can also be the reason why I'm still a virgin stuck having heated fantasies with women who couldn't possibly feel the same.
Slowly getting out of my damp bed, the uneasy feeling on my lower region was absolutely dreadful because of the tight confines of my briefs. Shaking my head in disappointment, women shouldn't be thought of sexual beings that roam the earth. They should be seen as delicate butterflies, fluttering there silk like wings throughout the world avoiding the monstrosities the world must hold.
But yet, the images of her body flows through my mind, causing my manhood to ache even more. Her beautiful widen thighs around my torso. I just can't handle it, walking out of my room and straight into the bathroom.
Swiping my shower curtain to the side and twisting the knobs before jumping in. Goose bumps littered my skin as the cold water rinses off the thin layer of sweat off my body.
The cool water drops dripping down my nose as I force myself to ignore the tainted images flooding through my mind. Grabbing the washcloth and rinsing myself I was finally done.
I wrapped a towel around my waste and shake out my hair. Tugging on a pair of jeans and pulling a white shirt over my head while leaving the bathroom. Going over to my nightstand to retrieve my glasses, I wouldnt know what to do with myself if I left these things on the nightstand. I would feel lost, I wouldnt feel like myself. These glasses work as a disguise, shielding away my insecurities. Even though my lens are poked out, I still feel as though my soul is being blocked from the unnatural and artifcial colors of the world.
Putting out a pair of my all black converse out of my closet and slightly struggling to put them on my feet. I dont have the most money in the world, affording comfortable and "roomy" shoes werent an option when I have bills to pay. And after my little performance last night, I should be expecting to turn in my notepad and apron. That was my main job that helped with with most of my pay, but I guess it wasnt meant to be.
Fixing my hair up into a little quiff and I was out my bedroom. Heading down the narrow hallway I still couldnt get Rose out my mind. Little moments playing in my head of pressing her up against the wall or us cuddling all day on my slightly torn sofa. But who am I kidding, who would want to stay in this dump with me. The house gives off an odd smell, looks more antique than really necessary. But it was the only thing in my price range. So I cant really complain.
Still, I want the best for Rose. I want her parents approval, I want to show them that I could be the best for their daughter. My infatuation for Rose had increased more than I expected. I dont believe in love at first sight, considering it seems like I like her for her looks, but she cant get out of my head. She would never go for a guy like me, one who can barely hold himself up for his own life. Now to want to shelter a women who deserves jewels littered across her neck and fingers.
Gowns overflowing her closets and tiaras in every color, in every ruby or diamond known to man. Jogging down the small flight of stairs and outside to be strucked by the heating rays of the blinding sun. Squinting ever so lightly to already notice the gobsmacked looks over my "idiotic" apparence. Im used to it though, nothing is new around here and im quite surprise the people of the neighborhood still have not gotten use to this.
Bringing my view towards the dirty concrete sidewalks and my scuffed up converse. Hoping not too bump into the wrong people down this bustling streets. After trudging down the busy streets I reached around the coner to enter a more vacant. This place was more of a distraught enviroment, the cemetery, opening the little gate, trying to create as little noise as possible trying not to disturb the sadden, yet smiling souls divided between different stones.
The bright red, dried up leaves crunching underneat my shoes as I scan the gray field for that one name. Des Styles
(A/N; I dont hate Des please dont take his death to offense)
"Hello father" I say in a hush tone, bending on my knees to wipe off the bit of dust and dirt tainted his poor stone.
"I didnt bring you flowers today, I just came to talk" I stay silent wishing he would answer back "I miss you so much" My vision began to blur as a couple tears fell down my face.
"I dont know how this happened father, please forgive me for my mistakes. Please father I-Im sorry" sobs started to escape my lips and tears were now streaming down my face.
"If you were he-" I cough, trying to catch my breath between words "If you were here, everything wouldve been so much easier."
"This is all my fault father, all mine."
"Im sorry"
"Please forgive me'
Words poured out my lips some jumbled and incoherent that if someone was to pass by they would think of me as a mad man. Honestly, maybe I am. Gripping my hands in the dirt as if im digging down to my father. "Some day father, some day we will reunite."
"Don't be mad at me" I bite my lip stifling more sobs from escaping my dried lips. "I wish I was lying in the cold hard ground like you, so I-I won't have to face the real life disappointment."
"B-but I know I wouldn't be at rest, my soul is under too much sorrow and remorse to lay at peace. Sad to say I know yours is also."
I sniffle, standing up on my feet and hastily wiping my filthy hands on my pants. I could care less about wiping the tears from my eyes, I kept them. I want people to see I have been crying for my father. This man was my role model and I'm prepared to avenge him in any way possible.
Bowing my head down as I weaved passed other graves. Some toppled with colorful, bright, fresh flowers. Others with withered, worn out flowers that lost all life. Now forced to show it's dullness and lifeless self to wandering eyes. Then there's ones like my fathers. Naked and bare, dirt and dust piling onto it, showing the lack of care yet it flashes strength but weakness as it just stands there.
Proudly with the name date and a small message, my fathers wasn't anything, we were lucky enough to even afford his name to be engraved on the block.
Crossing my arms, creating a little barrier to my heart while as I quicken my pace. I'm running low on time and I have one more thing to do before my shift at the library starts.
Ringing the door bell once, I hear the urgent footsteps approaching the door.
"Harry!" my mother squealed as she pulls me in for a strong embrace.
"What are you doing here?" She looks up quickly, her face was written with concern as she saw my depressed stature.
"I just came back from visiting father, I just wanted to check up on you to see how you are doing." I say as I lift up the frame to wipe my eye.
"I'm swell Harry, but I can't say the same about you. I see your not coping well with your fathers... departure. But we need to be strong." Once again I'm back in my mothers soothing arms.
"I-I don't know how mum, I tried but I can't stop from feeling the guil-"
"It wasn't your fault" she points a finger at me, "he would be proud of what you did."
"How do I move on?"
"First Harry you need to get rid of those dreadful glasses, they aren't doing you any justice." I couldn't help but comply with my mother by nodding. Yes I agree I need to diminish all thoughts of the past and the glasses certainly aren't helping. I guess they do make me seem as a fool, I hear the snickers I see the points and stares.
Still that wouldn't stop me from walking around in them. They are invisibly attached to me, they make me who I am. How come people can't see that?
"Ok mum" I smile
"That's my son" she returned the smile, "soon we will be back together and everything will be fine." Her voice said one thing but her eyes screamed fear.
Fear looks great on you, but I hate it when the fear drives through your body.
》Lal Ecaubse fo mhi《
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
-Harriet Beecher Stowe
Laptop is broken so couldn't edit this chapter.