‘Not yet enjoy'd'

Harry’s POV

Everyday I learn something new about Laila, and this past two weeks have been too much. First I learn about that Eric guy. It doesn’t surprise me she has an unconditional admirer, even though she tries to minimise the fact, as always. I don’t like him but I have to admit he seems a nice person, although he’s my complete opposite: Low profile, introvert, not fond of speaking in public. I wonder why he never asked her out. Laila is beautiful but she has a graceful, warm quality that doesn’t make her appear unreachable. She is close and empathising.

After that I learnt she’s full of surprises, but somehow I knew that, although she startled me, anyway. And she gives the most amazing blow jobs. But the summit of all is that she has the most overwhelming orgasms. The way she shivers, the way she lifts is enough for me to stumble into pleasure. It touches me. It gives me something I never felt before. To be the one who makes her feel like that is an emotion beyond everything I’ve ever known.

But I also learnt with this feeling she gives me comes a darker side. When I saw her speaking with that drummer, well, my heart sank to my feet. He was all over her and, even though her attitude was discreet, I felt menaced. This is all so new to me I’m not sure I could manage it properly. I knew I had to tell her not to delete his number although every little bit of me was screaming the contrary.

However, I forgot about the whole incident as soon as we went to bed at Niall and Zayn’s flat. We were exhausted from the gig, and hardly managed to get undress and fall into bed. We’ll have all saturday for us, to lie down or share a moment with our friends if we wanted to. The original idea was to wake up the six of us, take a lunch and watch some films on the lounge until the afternoon, but that’s not what happened, actually. Everyone woke up at different times and returned to bed until 3PM, and then back to bed again.

When I slowly opened my eyes, a ray of light was falling directly over me. I placed my hand before my face trying to look around. I perceived a black figure silhouetted in the contrast of the sunlight. Laila was kneeling at the end of the bed, glancing towards me.

“I was watching you sleep–––she said. The sun was falling beautifully over you. I wish I could have a better camera than this one on my iPhone.” Her hair was messy and her pouty lips seemed more swollen than usual. I understood she had just woken up too. Her hands were on her knees. The strap of her slip was falling over her shoulder and I intuited the trace of her breast behind the light fabric. Her vision was breathtaking and I didn’t seem to find any words.

I should have told her that I loved her even though it would have been a foolish thing to do, instead of some senseless joke. She had captured my soul in a way it deserved to be told. She laughed, anyway, and reached out her hand. I pulled from her until she was laying on top of me. I kissed her, slipping my tongue into her mouth, and started to caress hers, as I ran my hands over the smooth fabric. She moved closer, her thigh softly brushing my groin. I slid my hand underneath her slip and pressed her against me. We started to slowly move, moaning into each other’s mouth. Her body was warm and the sunlight coming through the window made me fall into an absolute state of comfort.

We snogged in bed for a while, swapping positions, laughing, and speaking, until we faced one another, our hands meeting half way, fingertips touching. Laila bit her free thumb delicately.

“I’m thirsty,” she said.

“I’m thirsty of you,” I retorted and she chuckled.

“I think everyone is still in bed–––she explained. We could have a cup of tea and then come back to bed.”

“Let’s go,” I said jumping off the bed and holding out my hand at her.

“You have an erection…”

“Of course. Let me put this on.” I grabbed my sweat shorts and she did the same with a cosy cardigan.

We went to the kitchen holding hands and, effectively, we could see no one was up yet. I made two cups of Lapsang Souchons with a hint of honey, and took some biscuits from the shelf. We sat near the window on the lounge while drinking. The day was radiant.

“We should be outdoors–––Laila muttered. It’s probably the last sunny day until next year…” She said.

“Where did you spend your summer holidays?” I asked her.

“At Otranto, in Italy. A cute little village by the sea.”

“So you had plenty of sun for this year…” I observed; she grinned.

“That’s true.”

So we came back to bed and began to snog under the sunlight. We were laying on the side again, looking at each other, our legs intertwined. I was lifting her slip up and she laughed, tilting her head. When I got to her lower back I slid my hands beneath her knickers and brought her near to me. She raised her chin and started to nibble my jawline and kiss my cheek until she reached my ear. She suckled my earlobe for a second and stuck her tongue in my ear, making me jump. I groaned on the sensitive skin of her neck as electricity surged me through, and she shivered. I ran my hand along her bare back, feeling her nipples harden against my chest behind the fabric. I reached for her belly and began to move across it until my fingertips touched the skin of her breast. She moaned on my ear and continued to slid her tongue in. I slightly caressed her contour until I finally cupped her breast and massaged it, grazing her nipple and lightly capturing it between my phalanxes. Her flesh was so tender and tight. Laila threw her head back, releasing my ear. She gasped and suddenly leant in.

“Take it off,” she said.

Without breaking our visual contact I removed her slip and once she was free of it she rested her bosom against my naked chest. She brushed herself on me, parting her lips and closing her eyes, doing an almost imperceptible noise with her throat that sounded as a purr. I was going mental with her body closer than ever and the heat, and the sunlight, and the twitches of her limbs. I took my boxers off and pressed myself against her pelvis. At my touch she quivered and moaned, but kept her eyes wide shut, her forehead slightly frowned. I ran my hands to her hips and eased down her knickers. We dragged them down her legs, and there we were, bare and grazing on each other’s body. She lazily opened her eyes and glanced at me, grinning.

“Kiss me,” she murmured and sensually moistened her lower lip.

I crashed my mouth on hers, parting my lips and slipping my tongue inside, caressing her teeth. She likes that, so she held me closer. I twitched against her body as she gently placed her leg between mine and started to move. A commotion clouded my mind. I wanted it all with her at the same time, and with such hunger.

“Tell me again why are we waiting…” She mumbled.

“We are creating anticipation,” I said.

“You are too literary,” she stated, bending backwards to look at me, a hand on her head.

“Another beautiful thing you say to me,” I smiled and she kissed me, pulling from my tongue softly.

With a quick movement she positioned herself on top of me and held my legs, to finally sit down on my torso, not facing me. I glanced up. Have I ever seen a more delicate vision? My stomach stretched and I found myself melting in anxious expectation. She slowly pushed her hips towards me, while she leant in. I grabbed her by her thighs and sensed the warmth of her mouth approaching me. I did the same with her and she couldn’t contain an intense moan. She began to oscillate her body above me, pushing her hips backwards to favour the penetration of my tongue, as I kept bucking my hips upwards, her mound of Venus tapping repeatedly my chest, making my mind go wild.

I clung to her with an increasing force, in accordance with the tension of my body and the imminence of climax, closing my eyes. She rhythmically arched and bent her back, whilst she held my penis between her lips, working up and down, and drawing forms with her tongue on my glans. I felt irretrievably close to Laila. Her taste and smell overtook my senses, and sent me over the edge. I clenched between her lips and by the pulsating quiver of her pubis against me I realised she was as near as me. I allowed myself to go and soon reached the peak of my orgasm with Laila abruptly convulsing over me.

For a while we remained laying down in the posture we fell onto, one of her legs crossing my torso as I fondled her instep. Her hair rested wildly around my legs and her hand was soothingly caressing the side of my body, her fingers feeling in detail every line of my muscles. Our breathing slowed down but we were still in silence. A deep sensation of plenitude overcame me and my eyelids began to drop. I distantly felt Laila cuddle into my arms and graze her nose on my cheek.

“I have never felt this before,” she muttered in a dream.

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Notes

Short chapter. My other Fan Fiction possessed me and I can't stop writing it. I better catch up with this because they're crossing paths soon.

You can read Dreaming Of You here.

Thank you for reading!