Summertime & Butterflies

“And finally…,” Harry stepped out the door and gestured to the small, curved pool surrounded by lush, vibrant foliage. If she hadn’t just seen the houses surrounding Harry’s, Olivia would be convinced they were in the middle of nowhere. Privacy in the middle of Los Angeles seemed to be an oxymoron, but Harry had it.

“It’s great,” she determined, smiling at Harry, who seemed bashful giving Olivia the tour of his house – or maybe he was still bashful from his chicken fiasco. But she’d insisted, and like the gentleman he was, he obliged. He’d led her through the entire house, save for the master suite. Olivia couldn’t help but wonder if she’d see it later.

“It’s pretty nice,” he agreed, watching as Olivia crouched down to stick her hand in the water, testing the temperature. “That’s a bit tempting,” he mused with a grin, stepping towards Olivia and placing his hands on her shoulders. He gave her a quick nudge, as though he was about to push her into the pool. She instinctively braced her hand against the concrete and looked up at Harry, attempting to glare.

“You wouldn’t even,” she challenged him, reaching up and grabbing Harry’s hand from her shoulder and giving it a tug, pretending to pull him into the water. He didn’t budge, but tightened his grip on her hand. Using his hand as a crutch, Olivia stood up.

“I’m not sure if I trust you,” she confessed teasingly. Harry let out a chuckle, wrapping his arms around Olivia’s waist and pulling her close.

“Sweetheart, I promise… you can trust me,” he told her, pressing a kiss against her forehead. His words insinuated so much more than just a lighthearted jab about being pushed into the water.

“I know,” Olivia realised, resting her head against Harry’s chest and draping her arms loosely around his waist. Hearing his slow heartbeat, feeling his comforting arms around her, Olivia felt at home with Harry. Still, the thought of her imminent departure from Los Angeles lingered in her mind.

Harry smiled down at Olivia, “Good,” he told her, swaying his hips slightly as he heard a song in his head that Olivia wasn’t privy to. He took her hand, holding it against his chest as he hummed the song and took her other hand, placing it from his waist to his shoulder. Olivia laughed as Harry led her into a spin before pulling her back to him, continuing to hum. She couldn’t pinpoint the song, but it didn’t matter.

“Sorry!” Harry whispered sheepishly, his socked foot stomping Olivia’s bare toes. She laughed again, ducking under his arm as he spun her. He directed her to turn the wrong way, causing their joined hands to break apart as they attempted to regain their proper form.

“You’re a terrible dancer,” Olivia gently teased Harry, her statement coated with affection. His mouth dropped open, pretending to be aghast at her comment.

“What!” he exclaimed. “I’m terrific!” As though to prove his statement, he moved his hand down Olivia’s back, lowering her into a dip. But his socked feet against the concrete didn’t provide support and when his foot slid out from behind him, he couldn’t keep his grip on Olivia and she dropped. Her bottom bumped against the concrete and Harry’s eyes widened as he watched his dance partner tumble.

“Oh, shit! Are you okay?” he questioned anxiously, kneeling beside Olivia. “I’m so sorry!”

Olivia started to laugh, leaning back on her hands and throwing her head back as she cackled loudly. The fall had surprised her, but hadn’t hurt. Seeing Harry crouched above her, his face concerned as though she’d just been in a drastic accident, tickled her, though warmed her heart at the same time.

“I told you that you were terrible,” she teased him, touching his cheek affectionately. Harry snickered at Olivia before bracing his hands against the cement on either side of her.

“That’s what I get for trying to be adorably sweet, huh?” he mused playfully, leaning down towards her. “You laugh at my cooking… laugh at my dancing… What am I going to do with you?” He wondered, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear and staring into her eyes inquisitively.

“You could kiss me,” Olivia suggested, her voice sounding husky. “I wouldn’t laugh at that.”

“I don’t know…” Harry contemplated, his hand finding Olivia’s. “You might…”

“Try me,” she whispered to him, a cheeky grin upon her face.

Harry shook his head slowly, his eyes twinkling. “I’m not sure if I should risk it…” he told her, his lips lightly brushing against hers teasingly. He pressed his lips against the side of her mouth, narrowly missing her lips. “But… I guess if you really want me to…”

Olivia shrugged indifferently, pretending not to care but instinctively biting the edge of her lower lip, drawing attention. Harry laughed at her subconscious proposition, his lips connecting with hers. Olivia smiled against Harry’s lips, emitting light moans into his mouth. He lifted his hand, cradling her head as he gently lowered Olivia into a laying down position against the warm concrete. Her arms wrapped around his neck, keeping his upper body pressed against hers. Her legs remained bent at the knees and Olivia was acutely aware of her sundress riding up towards her hips.

Harry was aware of Olivia’s exposed legs as well, as he ran his hand along her smooth skin, stopping short as he reached the leg of her panties. He tucked his finger under the fabric, tugging gently on the seam. Olivia sharply inhaled as she felt his touch, her tongue reaching through their kiss and nudging his own. He pushed back, their kiss finding new urgency. Olivia’s hips lifted, silently telling Harry to keep doing what he was doing. His hand lightly ran along the fabric, finding the waistband of her panties and slipping a finger under. Olivia bucked her hips again, using her body to prod Harry into removing her undergarment.

“Ahh… wait,” he sighed out apologetically, sitting up straight and pulling Olivia’s dress back down towards her knees. She sat up, criss-crossing her legs and furrowing her brow curiously at Harry. Were they moving too fast? She knew she’d been against sleeping with him when she first met him, but things had changed. They were two consenting adults – did the length of time they’d known each other matter?

Suddenly sheepish at her lustful desire, Olivia clasped her hands in her lap, staring down at them. “I’m sorry,” she apologised before Harry could say anything further. “Got a little too into that,” she admitted, keeping her eyes downcast.

“No, no, no!” Harry quickly assured Olivia, lifting her chin and forcing her to look at him. Their gaze fused, he sweetly placed a gentle kiss against her lips. He chucked into her mouth, his eyes crinkling.

“I want this,” he whispered, his voice gravelly. “I want you. But sweetheart… we’re on cement,” he told Olivia, gesturing to the landscaping surrounding them. He snickered guiltily at himself. “That’s not right… You’re not comfortable.” He ran his fingers through her hair again, kissing her on her cheek.

Olivia beamed, relieved he wasn’t putting a stop to the impending intimacy. She took his face in both of her hands, delicately intermingling her lips with his. The rough texture of the concrete against her bare skin wasn’t ideal but Olivia hadn’t cared. But the respect Harry showed for her by putting a stop to the outdoor rendezvous in favour of a comfortable, indoor coupling was heartwarming.

“Thank you,” Olivia told Harry sincerely. She tenderly massaged her fingers along his jawline and grinned coyly at him. “Guess you’d better finish giving me the tour, then,” she teased suggestively.

“I think I’d better,” Harry agreed, laughing as he took Olivia’s hands and pulled her to her feet. She was barely steady before he ravenously kissed her, stumbling backwards towards the house. Olivia attempted to guide him around the patio furniture, but was understandably distracted by Harry’s passion. They giggled in unison as Harry led Olivia directly into a low end table, a decorative pot crashing to the ground.

The journey from the pool to his bedroom took longer than it should have, as neither Harry nor Olivia could walk more than a couple of steps before having to taste the other’s soft lips. Harry’s hands ferociously covered Olivia’s back, hitching the skirt of her dress up higher and higher as they ascended the stairs towards his bedroom. Her hands were under his shirt, feeling his soft skin and hastily tugging on the fabric. At the top of the stairs, Harry breathlessly pulled away from Olivia, pulling his shirt off in one swift moment. She stared at his bare chest for a moment, taking in his sex appeal before Harry’s tongue found its way back to Olivia’s mouth.

Harry tripped over his feet, reaching behind him and feeling for the doorknob. The latch gave way and the two of them stumbled into his bedroom. Without breaking their kiss, Harry turned Olivia and nudged her in the direction of his bed. The backs of her legs bumped against the mattress and she allowed herself to fall backwards onto the bed. She scooted herself back, pulling her legs onto the bed and grinned bashfully at Harry.

He matched her smile, climbing onto the bed and positioning himself above her. “You’re so beautiful,” he told her, his voice quiet. He tugged on the straps of her dress, pulling them off her shoulders and down her arms before doing the same with her bra straps. “Our clothing ratio isn’t quite proportionate though,” he told her cheekily, leaning down to kiss her bare shoulders.

“Uh-oh,” Olivia commented, feeling suddenly shy at the thought of Harry removing her dress and being completely exposed to him. The afternoon sun beat into his bedroom, leaving no imperfections hidden. But Harry’s carnal grin was infectious. “What should we do?” she wondered, her hands toying with his belt buckle.

“Mmm… I think I have an idea,” Harry replied, raising himself onto his knees and kneeling between Olivia’s legs. He ran his hands up her thighs slowly, allowing himself to stop for a moment to playfully tug on her panties. Almost torturously, he let his hands venture across her stomach, feeling her soft tummy as he inched closer to her breasts. Her dress followed his hands up her torso, exposing her bare stomach. Instinctively, Olivia covered her navel with her hands, not wanting Harry to focus on her untoned abdomen. Almost immediately, Harry took her hands.

“Don’t,” he instructed in a gentle voice, holding her hands above her head. “You’re perfect,” he added before kissing her. Olivia flushed at his words, the belly butterflies taking flight at the sincerity in his voice. He let his hands trail down her arms, so lightly that Olivia’s skin visibly goosebumped. Harry’s hands found the hem of Olivia’s dress, settled against the underside of her breasts. He pushed the dress over her breasts, letting his hands linger against them before pulling the dress over Olivia’s head and discarding it over her shoulders.

“So perfect,” he repeated, tickling his lips along her collarbone. Olivia let out a shaky sigh, his lips feeling electric along her skin. He moved lower, his lips fluttering along her exposed cleavage. Exhaling again, Olivia ran her hands through Harry’s hair, her chest rising towards his warm mouth.

Lifting his head, Harry grinned coyly at Olivia, biting his lip in concentration as he snaked his arms behind her, fiddling with her bra hooks. Olivia giggled, watching his face twist, deep in thought. She raised herself up on her elbows, allowing him easier access. After a moment, she felt her breasts drop as Harry unhinged her bra. He grinned, pleased with himself, as he slowly pulled her straps down. He kept his eyes locked with Olivia’s as he cupped her naked breasts, allowing her bra to fall off of her body.

“I want to see you, sweetheart,” he told her in a husky voice, nudging Olivia onto her back. He kneaded his hands against her breasts, her protruding nipples pushing against his palms. Her head fell back, letting out a soft groan. He leaned into her, driving his lips into hers in a hungry kiss before releasing her breasts. The natural fullness of her C-cups caused her breasts to fall slightly to the side – gravity and age having taken a toll on Olivia’s once perky bosom. Harry leaned back, drinking in Olivia’s curves. She watched him watch her, fighting the urge to cross her arms across her vulnerable chest.

“You’re stunning,” Harry said, seeming to pick up on Olivia’s insecurity. He stretched his legs out behind him, settling atop Olivia, their bare chests finally touching. The feeling of his weight on top of her, and his soft skin rubbing against hers aroused Olivia, and she arched her back, pushing her breasts into him. Her hands traveled down his back, finding the waistband of his jeans. She tugged on the waistband before pulling on the belt buckle, attempting to blindly release the prong.

Sensing Olivia’s struggles, Harry sat back, smirking at her as he opened his belt. “Thanks,” she told him teasingly, sitting up and pushing his hands away from his belt, grasping the button herself. She covered his stomach with sloppy kisses as she undid the button, hearing Harry expel a raspy sigh as she unzipped the zipper. She moved her hands to the waistband, but Harry beat her to it, quickly tugging his jeans off and kicking them to the floor.

“That’s better,” he breathed out, settling back on top of Olivia, the thin material of their undergarments the only thing separating them. Harry weaved his fingers through Olivia’s hair, lustfully devouring her mouth. His tongue probed at her lips and she encircled his tongue with her lips, sucking gently. Harry groaned loudly, the sound muffled in Olivia’s mouth. She could feel him growing against her, and she pushed her hips towards him, grinding herself against his excitement.

“Shit,” Harry sighed, bearing down onto Olivia. She let out a loud moan, digging her fingernails into his back and wrapping her legs around his. He broke from their kiss, his hands exploring her sensitive breasts before inching his body down her torso and swirling his tongue around her left breast, agonizingly avoiding her nipple. Olivia shifted her position, attempting to get Harry’s mouth around her erect nipple. He caught onto her actions and looked up at her, grinning cheekily.

“Someone’s anxious,” he teased her, delicately tracing circles around her right nipple before gently rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

“Faaa…” Olivia moaned out, shuddering under Harry’s touch and unable to get the entirety of the word out. Feeling his mouth cover her tender nub, she arched her back and gripped the bedsheet. “Oh, God…” she groaned passionately as his tongue explored her breast. Careful to not play favourites, Harry kept his fingers pinched against her other nipple, lightly tweaking it as he suckled her left side.

“That feels… good…” Olivia managed to breath out, her exhilaration making full sentences a challenge. Harry let go of Olivia’s nipple, grinning up at her before flickering his lips back towards her mouth.

“Good,” he answered, his voice thick with lust. His moist mouth covered hers, insatiably consuming her. Their tongues fiercely danced, neither one able to devour the other as much as they desperately needed to. Olivia ran her hands roughly down Harry’s back, slipping her fingers under the elastic of his briefs. She tugged them down slightly, not breaking their kiss as she moved her hands to his front, reaching into his pants and wrapping her hand around his stiff length. It was warm, pulsating with eagerness. As her hands enveloped him, Harry broke their kiss with a gasp.

“Jesus,” he moaned, writhing under her touch. With her free hand, Olivia pulled Harry’s face back to hers, sucking on his lower lip before brazenly taking his hand and placing it between her legs. Her arousal was immediately apparent as he rubbed her folds through her panties. Olivia released Harry’s lip with a groan, bucking her hips against his hand.

His eyes, which had been squeezed shut with passion, popped open, and he stared down into Olivia’s eyes. He tugged on her panties, not breaking eye contact as he slowly pulled them over her bottom.

“Yeah?” he asked her, seemingly asking permission to continue with the course of events. Even in the throes of passion, he was still a respectful gentleman. Olivia let out a single chuckle, lifting her hips in response.

“Yeah,” she affirmed breathlessly, watching as Harry pulled her panties down, taking in her core. While still slightly bashful at her exposure, her arousal took over. She licked her lips as Harry examined her figure, checking her out from head to toe. He shook his head slightly at her, smiling bashfully.

“You’re… incredible,” he told her, sounding in awe. He braced his hands on either side of Olivia’s head, connecting his lips with hers once more before Olivia gently pushed him onto his knees.

“So are you,” she told him, looking up at Harry as she pulled his pants to his knees, fully exposing his manhood. He seemed as shy as she did, exposing himself for the first time to her. He dropped a kiss on the top of her head before reaching into the bedside table drawer, pulling out a small silver packet. Olivia leaned back on her elbows, watching him cover his package, the scene incredibly erotic to her.


Once protected, she wrapped her fist around his base, holding his gaze as she laid back, silently directing him to her opening. Harry braced his weight on his elbows, encircling Olivia’s head with his forearms. They held each other’s gaze as Harry slid into Olivia, his entry unhindered due to her own arousal.

“God…” Olivia moaned, feeling his member fill her. She shifted, angling her hips as her body adjusted to his girthy bulge. Harry pressed into Olivia slowly, easing part of himself into her before pulling out and repeating several times, taunting her. His movements were minimal at first, before increasing the power of his thrusts. He seemed to swell inside of her with each thrust, and she grinded her hips against his, rhythmically rocking together.

“Ohh… sweetheart, you feel good,” Harry groaned out, lifting himself from her chest in order to dive deeper into her. Olivia whimpered out an incoherent reply, wrapping her legs around Harry’s and grabbing at his lower back, madly aching for him to be deep inside of her. His pace quickened, and Olivia wondered if he was as pent up as she was.

He dropped back to his elbows, wrapping his arms Olivia and pulling her as close to him as he could. He drove himself into her with quick thrusts, causing Olivia to cry out with each plunge into her. Her own pace quickened, grinding her mound against him. She was so worked up from the attention he’d paid to her breasts, and the heat and excitement of the moment that she was already on the edge.

“Don’t stop, okay?” she panted against Harry’s mouth, not wanting the moment to end, but desperate for the release.

“Never,” Harry whispered back, grinding his hips against her tender clit before resuming his hasty thrusts. Olivia moaned, feeling the pressure inside of her build. Harry sensed her urgency and pushed hard into her with a guttural groan, vigorously pressing himself into her. He alternated between deep plunges and grinding against her, the variety pushing Olivia closer to her release.

“Finish with me,” Harry urged, his lips against Olivia’s. She arched her back, pressing herself against Harry, grinding with urgency and trying to keep the perfect friction. She grabbed his head and held his face to hers, breathing short moans against his lips and hearing his heavy breathing in her ear.

“Oh, God,” Olivia breathed, tightening her legs around Harry’s waist and bucking wildly against his shaft as her release began. She locked eyes with Harry, his eyelids hooded as his own release was imminent. He kept his tight grip on her, pumping feverously into her. Olivia’s field of vision swirled as she felt a quiver deep in her core. She could feel Harry’s arms tremble and knew he was as close as she was.

“Shit!” he groaned, breaking eye contact as his body twitched, uttering another loud groan as he tightened his grip on Olivia’s trembling body. She clutched his arms, her fingernails driving into his skin as she jerked and moaned against his cheek. With a final thrust, Harry groaned as he reached the fruits of their labours. Hearing his release, Olivia grinded against his twitching member, pulling him close to her as her body tensed before she shuttered into relaxation.

A few beats passed as the two of them attempted to catch their breath. After a moment, Harry propped himself back up on his elbows and looked down at Olivia. She stared back up at him, feeling as though they were looking into one another’s souls. She didn’t think she’d ever felt this close to someone and her emotions were tumbling through her so erratically, she didn’t know if she was about to laugh or cry.

“I…” he began, pausing as he finished the sentence in his mind. He smiled at Olivia, feathering her collarbone with light kisses.

“You’re amazing,” he told her instead, pushing her hair off of her damp forehead and smiling tenderly at her. “And I don’t mean just this,” he added, gesturing to the two of them tangled among the bedsheets. “I mean you,” he said, placing his hand against her chest, feeling her heartbeat.

Olivia trembled at his touch and his words, unable to keep herself from kissing him. She rolled onto her side, their lips lazily connecting, without the hurried passion of two frenzied lovers. They didn’t need to rush. They had all the time in the world.

Hearing the thought run through her mind, Olivia’s stomach flip-flopped. No, they didn’t. Spring break was rapidly ending, and Olivia and Harry’s seedling romance would be nipped in the bud before it even had a chance to blossom. How was she supposed to leave him now?

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