His Soul

I was nudged awake the following morning. As I tried to block out the ear pitching beeping coming from Harry's phone, I felt the bed dip signaling that he was no longer laying under the fluffy duvet with me.
I threw the white duvet off my legs and slid off the bed, letting my feet hit the cold wooden floor, sending unwelcome shivers up my spine.
My feet padded along the floor softly as Harry disappeared into the bathroom and I made my way to the kitchen, passing the paper scattered table.
As I began to prepare breakfast, in full concentration, I soon felt strong, warm arms wrap around my waist and a hard body cuddle me in from behind.
My breath hitched noticeably and I placed my hands on his, trying to remove them from my waist.
"Isn't this nice. The girl cooks the food. And the boy tries to seduce her, and make her lose her concentration", he whispers lowly inside my ear, lips grazing against my skin.
"No. The girl who is trying to feed herself before her dies of starvation and the boy how clearly wants his breakfast to be burnt", confidence swallowed me up but quickly spat me out as Harry's lips grazed my neck.
"Don't be like that", he spoke, chuckling a little at the end.
I tried to push him away once more, and finally he took the hint, "Don't burn my food", he says, before slapping me quite hard on the bum.
I gasped and glared at the back of his as he began to walk away and take a seat at the table, doing more work on the new place.
I continued my cooking of bacon and eggs, before it was soon done and I was serving everything up on two plates.
I purposely put the more burnt bacon pieces on Harry's plate, thinking of it as part of my revenge.
Placing the plate in front of him, I sat down and began eating my food gracefully, just like I was taught.
Harry's eyes dangled upon my face and I quickly looked at him to see him smirking, "I appreciate your gracefulness but clearly it's going to take me a while to get you to break all your annoying habits. You were raised to be perfect. You don't need to be perfect", he spoke.
He was right. I don't need to be perfect. Which I certainly wasn't. But I did in fact like the way I was raised with poise and grace. But I hated the harshness and hatefull words I got from my family.
This is an escape.
This is a chance I was taking for myself.
What were Harry's plans for me? Why did he want me to come to London with him?

Thoughts ran through my mind and I dropped my fork suddenly and looked at Harry. "Why am I here Harry?", I asked.
"What do you mean? You said you wanted to come", he spoke softly, frowning at me.
"No, I did. But why me? Why are you making these big plans with me when we hardly know each other? What are your plans for me?", I ask all at once.
"My plans for you? Don't you mean my plans for us. I want us to own successful businesses, I want us to fall in love and get married, have beautiful children and live happily ever after. But that's my long term plan. I indeed have a short term"
I choked on air, "Married? Children?"
"Yes. Marriage and children", he smirked at my struggling self.
"Y-You want to have kids?", I asked.
He nods, "Yes, is that a problem?"
"You don't seem like the type to have kids. I mean, you're..you", I say, frowning. "And in order to have kids we have to-"
"Have sex? I know. And when the time comes, it's going to be great. More then great. Perfect", he spoke, grinning. He was kind of scaring me now. Since when did he want to be a family man. With me?
"How do you even know I am going to fall in love with you. And you I?", I frowned.
"You agreed to come with me to a different country. I have an affect on you. And I know you will fall in love with me. As I will do the same with you. I think I already have started", he spoke.

He what?
Come Again?
Did he just say he is starting to fall in love with me?!
"You're lying", I say in the smallest voice.
He shook his head as he inched closer until our noses brushed. "I can show you the proof"
"What proof?", I ask, a little flustered.
"This proof", he spoke before pressing his warm lips against mine.
I was a little shocked at first but I soon warmed up, much to my unhappiness.
I involuntarily wrapped my arms around his neck as I was pulled into his lap.
Harry's hands gripped my waist and I couldn't stop, even though I mentally begged myself.
The kiss became heated and before I could do anything, Harry had stood up and carried us somewhere.
I didn't know where until I was dropped onto the bed and a lust crazed Harry crawled over me. He bentt down for another kiss, and I granted him just that.
My mind shouted no, but my body and heart declared different.
My feelings were impossible. And lost.
I didn't know what I was doing, but I was hoping it was just a stage.
Harry's hands found the bottom of my shirt and he tugged at it, bringing it up my skin so my stomach was exposed. And then my bra. and then it was lifted over my head.
Harry examined my bare torso and whispered raspy, "Holy shit", before kissing me again. His lips travelled down my neck and I began taking little sharp intakes of air.
I let out a little moan which only made Harry move his lips lower.

Soon to my stomach, I begged myself to say something, but I was enjoying it too much to speak. Or even open my mouth.
Harry's big hands found the waistband of my pajama shorts. My very thin shorts.
He tugged at them too until they were thrown off my ankles and to the floor.
"Harry", I let out a little moan as he kissed my stomach.
"So beautiful", he groaned as I tugged at his hair. What was I doing?
Is this what being a sex crazed teen is like?
Oh god!
Once again Harry's fingers teased at the hem of my panties. He smirked up at me, crawling up so his face was close to mine but his hand still fumbling around with my underwear.
I felt his long fingers slip under my panties and down to my now soaking wet core.
"You're so wet", he husked out, kissing me. I gasped in pleasure when his fingers stroked my wetness. "You're enjoying this aren't you? My fingers teasing your untouched pussy"
I moaned in response. His fingers stroked up and down and he used his other hand to pull my panties off completely.
My legs spread open and I felt his hand move to the little bundle of nerves. Harry's fingers made quick circles, which had me moaning loudly in pleasure.
I should stop him, but I don't want to.
My breathing quickened and the pleasure was just too good. Harry stopped his fast movements and just kept stroking up and down my wetness.
I hummed in pleasure, rising my chest up off the bed and closing my eyes.
He took this as the opportunity to use his free hand and rip off my bra, leaving me completely exposed.
"Harry I-", I gasped in pleasure, not being able to control the words falling.
"Have you ever touched yourself babe?", he asked.
I look at him shocked, "W-what?", I blush.
"Have you ever made yourself come by doing this?", he smirked. When my face heated up, I guess he took this as an answer. "That's so hot. Thinking of you with your legs spread evenly and your fingers teasing your tight pussy while you moan in pleasure"
"I-I never-", I started.
"How many times?", he asked. "Has it ever felt this good?"
I blush again but shyly shake my head.
Okay so I have done it a couple of times, only because it's all I knew about this particular activity. I tried it but never went this far. I stopped after a few minutes.
As the pleasure and warmth grew in my stomach, I let out a moan that was louder than usual.
But soon, I felt his hand leave my wet skin.
What?
That was it?
I opened my eyes to no longer see him examining my face. But he was now at the foot of the bed, standing by the bed.
I quickly snapped my legs closed, blushing at the thought of him having full view of my private areas.
He smirked, prying my legs open with his hands and pulled me by my thighs towards him.
he crouched down, onto his knees and his face was right in front of my private area.
Harry leaned his face closer, and I was frozen in confusion. What was he doing?

I was about to speak up until I felt his wet tongue glide up my core.
I let out a gasp and held myself up on my elbows and watched him lick me up and down. He was good with his mouth, that's for sure.
"You taste so fucking good", he moaned, looking up at me. I reached one arm up and rested it in his hair, tugging at his curls and pushing his head further into my skin in pleasure.
"Oh god", I hum loudly.
His tongue finds my clit and begins to flicker his tongue quickly against it as his long middle finger darts inside of me.
I let out a little squeal of shock and pleasure. I hadn't done this before.
As his fingers curled, hitting me in the right spot, my chest began to rise and fall quicker and he removed his tongue, looking at me while his fingers did the work, "You're so fucking tight babe", he spoke, causing me to moan in pleasure.
"You love it when I finger your soaking wet pussy, don't you?", he grunted.
I gasped, "Yes"
My moans became louder and louder and Harry's tongue resumed licking me up and down.
"Come for my baby. Come all over my fingers", he spoke.
Those words alone made me stumble into a trance. My body wriggled around in pleasure as I screamed out, letting this amazing yet unknown feeling spread throughout my body.
I think it was called an orgasm or something.

I gasped and my breathing was quick. Harry's face was now in front of mine and he pressed his lips against mine, letting his tongue inside my mouth.
I could taste myself clearly and I must admit, it wasn't a bad taste. I began to graze my tongue against his, liking the taste he was offering. I couldn't tell Harry was enjoying this as I held his face close to mine.
Once I pulled away, he spoke, "Did you like that babe? Tasting your pussy?"
I nodded shyly, covering my chest.
He pulled my hands away. "I'm going for a shower, get yourself cleaned up and ready to go. You can use the bathroom after me", he spoke.
And with that, he jumped off the bed and walked into the bathroom, closing the door.
But I couldn't help my notice the big bulge in the front of his pants.
Could it be?

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