Summer Love
Happy Birthday to Me - VEEERY MATURE 18+ SEXUAL EXPLICT CONTENT
Nats POV
I woke up tot the sound of my 12:00am alarm. I went downstairs to grab two healthy breakfast cars, and I started to make coffee while I waited for 12:30 to come. I poured the coffee into two mugs, one of them I put a tiny bit of creamer, and the other I put extra. I like the extra creamer. When I walked upstairs, it was only 12:15. So I turned on the weather. Clear skys, 75*F. Chance of rain: 15%. Awesome. I looked at the clock: 12:25. I couldnt hold it in any longer; I had to wake him up. So I started poking his face. "Babe. Babe. Harry. Hey. Hey. Harry. Babe. Hey. Harry." I said, going along with the rhythm of my finger poking his face. "What?" he said. "I guess you arent a morning person. Its 12:30. Get up!" I said. He mumbled something that I coundnt understand. "Harry, its my birthday, and I made you coffee, and I somehow had the energy to get you a fucking healthy breakfast bar. So you better get your lazy, tired ass up, and wish me a happy mother fucking birthday." I said. He threw a pillow at me. "Happy mother fucking birthday." he said. "You are so lucky your sore." I chuckled. "Fine, I'll get up." he said. "Thank you." I said. "Yeah, yeah." he responded. "I love you." I said. "Yeah, yeah." he responded. "Your hair looks funny." I giggled. "Thank you." He said sarcastically. "Yeah, yeah." I mocked. "Ok. should I call everyone now and make them all mad at me, or should I wait until 12:00pm?" He asked. "You can wait. What do you want do do now?" I asked. A devilish smile formed on him flawless face. "I have a few things in mind." he said huskily. "As much as I would love to, the doctor said no sex." I said. "We dont have to have sex. This could be MY gift to YOU." He said. "Harry, no." I said. "Nat, yes." Harry responded. I sighed. "Fine." I said. "Yes!" he exclaimed. Then he started to remove my shorts and his shirt that I was wearing. I was wearing my matching my black lace bra and panties. "Has anybody, you know, erm, licked you?" Harry asked. "Yes. Once. My ex boyfriend. He was a bitch" I replied. "Ok. Are you okay with me doing this?" He asked, his head right above mine, he was hovering just inches above me. I nodded my head yes. He removed all of his clothing except his boxers. "One quick question before we start." I said. "Yes, love?" He said, looking me in the eye. "Are you feeling better?" I asked. "Yes. Very." He responded. "Ok. Im ready." I smiled. He removed my bra first. He began massaging my breasts. Then he removed my panties. "Has anyone told you that you are the most beautiful human being?" Harry asked. I blushed. "No." I said. "I find that very surprising." He responded. First he left a trial of kisses from the middle of my chest to the very top of my mound. Then he left kisses on the inside of my right thigh, then left. Then his lips were about a centimeter from my "lower regions". "Are you positive?" He had to me completely sure. "Yes, Harry, YES! Now quit fucking teasing me and get down to it!" I yelled. He chuckled. He stuck his tongue between my folds without warning. "Fuck, Harry." I said. "Dont say my name like that, because I'll get an orgasm just listening to you." He said. I smiled. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed it. Then He stuck a finger inside me. "Holy shit, Ha- I mean, boyfriend?" I said, trying to think of a better name. He pumped it in and out, and before I knew it, he had to fingers in me. "Shit, Harry. Im... Im gunna-" then he quit. "How could you do that to me?" I asked. "Dont worry. I'll get back to you... did you know that you taste amazing?" He said, licking his fingers. "See for yourself." He said and kissed me. I pushed him off of me. "Oh, no, Harry. Your getting revenge. Take off your boxers, get on the floor, and get on your knees. NOW." I demanded. He did as he was told. I got down on the floor infront of him. I started kissing his tip without warning. He moaned. Then I put the whole thing in my mouth, and started bobbing my head. I did that for about eight seconds before his breathing quickened and I stopped. "You sexy bitch." He said. "I know." I agreed. I pulled on some jeans shorts, a a tank top, I kept my hair normal, I added some earrings and bracelets, some British flag converse, and a cute bag just in case we went out somewhere, and I was out of the bedroom door before Harry even got off the floor. ( http://www.polyvore.com/happy_birthday_to_me_explict/set?id=89076557 )
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Harrys POV
It was 12:30, Nat was opening her presents. First was Liams, Then Louis's, Then Zayns, then Nialls (she loved Nialls the most so far, and it reminded her that she needed to show me something.) Then I handed her three boxes, wrapped in hounds tooth print wrapping paper, she opened them all, and cried. "Harry, you seriously didnt have to do this. Thank you." I said as I wrapped my arms around him to kiss his flawless lips. "I did have to, because I love you. Your welcome." He said and gave me a kiss on my forehead. "Ok, Harry, can we go to my house really quick? I need to show you something." I said. "Sure. Lets go." I said and we walked out the door.
When we arrived, We walked in the house and up the stairs to her room. "Wheres Kloe?" I asked. "With her sitter. My moms at work so she cant watch her." She said. "Oh." I responded. Then we walked into her room. "Ok. You see that big dresser over there? That has all of my clothes in it. There are no clothes in my closet because..." Then she opened the huge over-sized closet. I was completely filled with art supplies. On the top shelf, about thirty paint cans were stacked up, Right below it, there was a second shelf, with twenty 2"4" canvases, all painted on, completed to beautiful masterpieces, leaning up against the back wall were five unused canvases, and more used canvases. On the floor were three buckets. One with a bunch of paint brushes, probably 200. Then I bucket of long paint tubes, over 100 maybe. One was empty. Then I saw four sketchpads, two unused and one completely filled, and one that she was working on. Then in the corner of the closet, there were about ten text books piled in a neat stack, all about famous artists. "Wow." Was all I could say.
I woke up tot the sound of my 12:00am alarm. I went downstairs to grab two healthy breakfast cars, and I started to make coffee while I waited for 12:30 to come. I poured the coffee into two mugs, one of them I put a tiny bit of creamer, and the other I put extra. I like the extra creamer. When I walked upstairs, it was only 12:15. So I turned on the weather. Clear skys, 75*F. Chance of rain: 15%. Awesome. I looked at the clock: 12:25. I couldnt hold it in any longer; I had to wake him up. So I started poking his face. "Babe. Babe. Harry. Hey. Hey. Harry. Babe. Hey. Harry." I said, going along with the rhythm of my finger poking his face. "What?" he said. "I guess you arent a morning person. Its 12:30. Get up!" I said. He mumbled something that I coundnt understand. "Harry, its my birthday, and I made you coffee, and I somehow had the energy to get you a fucking healthy breakfast bar. So you better get your lazy, tired ass up, and wish me a happy mother fucking birthday." I said. He threw a pillow at me. "Happy mother fucking birthday." he said. "You are so lucky your sore." I chuckled. "Fine, I'll get up." he said. "Thank you." I said. "Yeah, yeah." he responded. "I love you." I said. "Yeah, yeah." he responded. "Your hair looks funny." I giggled. "Thank you." He said sarcastically. "Yeah, yeah." I mocked. "Ok. should I call everyone now and make them all mad at me, or should I wait until 12:00pm?" He asked. "You can wait. What do you want do do now?" I asked. A devilish smile formed on him flawless face. "I have a few things in mind." he said huskily. "As much as I would love to, the doctor said no sex." I said. "We dont have to have sex. This could be MY gift to YOU." He said. "Harry, no." I said. "Nat, yes." Harry responded. I sighed. "Fine." I said. "Yes!" he exclaimed. Then he started to remove my shorts and his shirt that I was wearing. I was wearing my matching my black lace bra and panties. "Has anybody, you know, erm, licked you?" Harry asked. "Yes. Once. My ex boyfriend. He was a bitch" I replied. "Ok. Are you okay with me doing this?" He asked, his head right above mine, he was hovering just inches above me. I nodded my head yes. He removed all of his clothing except his boxers. "One quick question before we start." I said. "Yes, love?" He said, looking me in the eye. "Are you feeling better?" I asked. "Yes. Very." He responded. "Ok. Im ready." I smiled. He removed my bra first. He began massaging my breasts. Then he removed my panties. "Has anyone told you that you are the most beautiful human being?" Harry asked. I blushed. "No." I said. "I find that very surprising." He responded. First he left a trial of kisses from the middle of my chest to the very top of my mound. Then he left kisses on the inside of my right thigh, then left. Then his lips were about a centimeter from my "lower regions". "Are you positive?" He had to me completely sure. "Yes, Harry, YES! Now quit fucking teasing me and get down to it!" I yelled. He chuckled. He stuck his tongue between my folds without warning. "Fuck, Harry." I said. "Dont say my name like that, because I'll get an orgasm just listening to you." He said. I smiled. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed it. Then He stuck a finger inside me. "Holy shit, Ha- I mean, boyfriend?" I said, trying to think of a better name. He pumped it in and out, and before I knew it, he had to fingers in me. "Shit, Harry. Im... Im gunna-" then he quit. "How could you do that to me?" I asked. "Dont worry. I'll get back to you... did you know that you taste amazing?" He said, licking his fingers. "See for yourself." He said and kissed me. I pushed him off of me. "Oh, no, Harry. Your getting revenge. Take off your boxers, get on the floor, and get on your knees. NOW." I demanded. He did as he was told. I got down on the floor infront of him. I started kissing his tip without warning. He moaned. Then I put the whole thing in my mouth, and started bobbing my head. I did that for about eight seconds before his breathing quickened and I stopped. "You sexy bitch." He said. "I know." I agreed. I pulled on some jeans shorts, a a tank top, I kept my hair normal, I added some earrings and bracelets, some British flag converse, and a cute bag just in case we went out somewhere, and I was out of the bedroom door before Harry even got off the floor. ( http://www.polyvore.com/happy_birthday_to_me_explict/set?id=89076557 )
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Harrys POV
It was 12:30, Nat was opening her presents. First was Liams, Then Louis's, Then Zayns, then Nialls (she loved Nialls the most so far, and it reminded her that she needed to show me something.) Then I handed her three boxes, wrapped in hounds tooth print wrapping paper, she opened them all, and cried. "Harry, you seriously didnt have to do this. Thank you." I said as I wrapped my arms around him to kiss his flawless lips. "I did have to, because I love you. Your welcome." He said and gave me a kiss on my forehead. "Ok, Harry, can we go to my house really quick? I need to show you something." I said. "Sure. Lets go." I said and we walked out the door.
When we arrived, We walked in the house and up the stairs to her room. "Wheres Kloe?" I asked. "With her sitter. My moms at work so she cant watch her." She said. "Oh." I responded. Then we walked into her room. "Ok. You see that big dresser over there? That has all of my clothes in it. There are no clothes in my closet because..." Then she opened the huge over-sized closet. I was completely filled with art supplies. On the top shelf, about thirty paint cans were stacked up, Right below it, there was a second shelf, with twenty 2"4" canvases, all painted on, completed to beautiful masterpieces, leaning up against the back wall were five unused canvases, and more used canvases. On the floor were three buckets. One with a bunch of paint brushes, probably 200. Then I bucket of long paint tubes, over 100 maybe. One was empty. Then I saw four sketchpads, two unused and one completely filled, and one that she was working on. Then in the corner of the closet, there were about ten text books piled in a neat stack, all about famous artists. "Wow." Was all I could say.
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