Insecure

I was a ship floating aimlessly.*

A/n- I tried to get this chapter done last night but my husband and his penis had other ideas.

Into me you see - Katy Perry

"I thought you'd never ask." Harry whispers before picking me up, our lips find each other as he carries me down the hallway and kicks his door open. He uses my back to shut the door before placing me down in front of his bed and sitting down in front of me.

His hands grab my waist as he pulls me between his legs. I go to run my fingers through his hair but his headscarf is in the way so I pull it off allowing his long majestic curls freedom. He moans as I rake my fingernails against his scalp before lifting my leg, unzipping my boot and pulling it off. After he follows suit with the other he grips my hips again.

"Are you sure?" He asks nervously and I nod.

"Never been so sure of something in my entire life." I whisper. His fingers trail to hem of my dress and he lifts it up off my body easily.

"You're still wearing my boxers love." He says smirking and I giggle.

"I figured no one was getting under my dress anyways." I say reply and he chuckles.

"I like that." He whispers, Harry's eyes widen as I reach behind me and I unclasp my bra. It slides off my body and onto the floor, for the first time Harry is able to see my breasts without anything on or in front of them.

He bites hits lip as I trail my fingers down my body to his boxers and pull them down before kicking them off to the side. For the first time in my life I stood completely bare to someone, someone I trusted completely.

And I was loving it.

"You're so fucking perfect Sara." He says as he looks over my body unapologetically.

"You can touch me Harry." I whisper realizing his hands have not left his lap. He bites his lip as he brings his hands up to my hips, his fingertips dancing over my bare skin.

Harry trails one of his large hands to my left breast and cups it gently as he thumbs across my sensitive peak causing me to moan. His eyes darken and he pulls me towards him more before attaching his lips to my nipple.

My fingers tangle in his hair as I throw my head back at the foreign sensation, Harry's other hand trails from my hip towards my core. Harry nudges my legs apart a little before running a finger down my slick folds.

"Harry." I cry out as I grip his hair harder. He looks up at me as he nibbles at my nipple before plunging his finger into my core. "Oh fuck." I moan as he slides it out and circles my clit tortuously slow.

He adds a second finger and picks up speed as he leaves open mouth kisses to my other breast before teasing my other nipple. I shudder and pleasure, just when I feel like my legs are about to give out Harry wraps his other arm around my waist to old me upright while he continues his sinful movements. 

Within minutes I'm gripping his hair and screaming his name as I reach my high. Harry's motions slow before he pulls his fingers from me entirely. He scoops me up and lies me down on the bed as the aftershocks of pleasure wrack my body.

Harry stands up and pulls his shirt from his body before kicking his shoes off and tugging his pants down leaving him in his boxers. He bites his lip as he climbs back on the bed and hovers over me, his green eyes burn into mine for a few seconds before I pull him down and attach our lips. 

I whimper as he breaks away from my lips as he leaves a blazing trail of kisses along my jawline my neck then down the valley of my breasts. Harry kneels between my legs as his kisses up my thigh. "Harry what are you doing?" I whisper feeling unsure.

"Loving you." He replies with his lips against my skin as he gazes up at me. 

The closer he gets to my aching core the more heightened my senses are. "Oh my God." I moan as he lightly runs his tongue over my folds before plunging his tongue into me.

It was too much, today has brought forth pleasures I've never known and I never want it to stop. My legs jump as he hits a sensitive spot and I can feel him smirk against me. 

Is this what sex is supposed to be like? Is a man really meant to pay attention to me like this? Is it natural to be a writhing mess underneath his tongue?

Harry thumbs at my clit while his tongue continues it's sinful movements as I tangle my fingers in his hair. "Fuck Harry, don't stop." I cry out and he increases his speed as my legs begin to tremble. 

I feel so vulnerable right now basically spread open with him devouring me, I want to cover up and hide away but I don't because I want him to give me all of him so in turn I must give him all of me. 

The fact that he's still not naked, that he's giving me such immense pleasure without fucking me is besides me. That's what I thought sex was, what I was taught to think it was but that's not right.

This is right. So fucking right.

My back arches against the bed as my fingers tighten their grip in his hair and my breathing labors as the wall of pressure begins to crack. Harry nuzzles into my core even deeper, unleashing his tongue like a wrecking ball to my already cracked wall as I explode against his tongue. 

Harry laps up my juices gently before kissing back up my body. "You ok there love?" He whispers before brushing his lips against mine. 

"I'm perfect."