Collision

"Do you really need help with homework?" I ask as we enter my bedroom. I already know the answer but I'm eager to hear Harry's excuse.

"No, not really," he grins and walks across the room, meeting me in the center. His eyes pour into mine as I grip his shirt and bring his lips toward mine. Just a few weeks ago I would be uncomfortable with this gesture, but now I barely know what I'm even doing.

"Not while your parents are downstairs," he shakes his finger teasingly and pulls away, leaving a pout on my face. I cross my arms at his early departure and climb onto the bed, burying my face in the pillow.

"Don't be like that, Jess," Harry laughs and the mattress beside me dips down. In a second his long arms are wrapping around me and pulling me close to his chest. He kisses my cheek and I laugh a little, my earlier façade of being angry disappearing.

"We should at least make it look like we're doing something," I tell him and unwrap myself from his grasp. I join him in the bed again after I put a few papers and a textbook on the bed.

"I have a movie recorded that we can watch," I suggest after he complains about there being nothing on. Instead of scrolling through the list, he turns the volume up louder than it was and turns to me.

"I'm not interested in watching a movie," he smirks as his fingers trail up my arms. Goosebumps rise on my skin and I flash back to what happened last time when we were alone.

"Kiss me, Harry," I plead when his lips linger just a few inches from mine. He obliges, and kisses me with heated passion that I've only seen him have one time before. I wrap my arms around his waist as he presses me against his chest and begin knotting his white dress shirt. The fabric feels different but I don't complain and continue to run my fingers over the ironed shirt.

After a few minutes of this repeated action, his body begins to move lower and I freeze. I love what he did last time but I want to do something for him.

"Wait," I say and he stops his movement.

"What?" The words roll off of his swollen lips.

"I, uh, want to do something from you," I say quietly and his eyes lighten. He nods and returns to his position beside me. I have no idea what I'm doing but something tells me to replicate his actions that he just did earlier.

"Do you need help?" Harry asks and my face flushes. I look back up at him and bite my lip to stop from laughing.

"No, I am fine," I say stubbornly and continue my actions. My fingers trace down his torso as I lift up his shirt, revealing his tattooed chest.

I'm caught up tracing one of the tattoos that swirls around his chest when I look back up and remember what I'm doing, or supposed to be doing. I'm procrastinating, I know it.

I tell myself to let go of any doubts or worries I have. Harry won't make fun of me if I mess up. Or at least I hope not.

I fumble with the buttons on Harry's jeans but he helps me by easily pulling them down. The black underwear is tight against his skin, his bulge already showing. I tuck my fingers into the hem of his boxers and pull them down without a second thought.

I put my hand gently against him and hear a sharp intake of his breath.

"What? Am I hurting you?" I quickly ask, panic coursing through me.

"No, no," he chuckles and motions for me to continue. I place my hand back on him and press harder, digging my fingers lightly into him. He moans and says something incoherently but I don't stop. I wrap my hand around his length and move my hand down a little.

"Fuck, Jess," Harry says through clenched teeth and grasps the bed tightly between his fingers. I pump my hands with more authority this time and get into a comfortable rhythm that is sure to please him. Before I know what's happening, Harry's saying my name repeatedly as he goes over the edge.

"Come here," he opens his arms and invites me in. I climb back up to his side and welcome a warm kiss from him, the last few minutes replaying through my mind. I can't believe I just did that.

"That was probably the best hand job I have ever gotten," Harry tells me as we walk down the stairs ten minutes later. I swat his arm and look around to make sure my parents didn't hear him. They're probably in bed now but you never know.

"Tonight was nice. Including the dinner," I open the door for him and he pecks my cheek.

"My parents loved you." I say honestly. They couldn't stop talking about him at dinner.

"I'm glad everything worked out." He kisses me again, this time longer, as he puts his jacket on. We say goodnight to each other, and a few minutes later he's walking down the porch steps and to his car.

Notes

I am so glad it's Friday and as a treat here's an update! I will be updating again over the weekend so look out :) How was your week? Comment your answers please!