a million tiny little things

The video gaming took a back seat after Harry and Fallon’s confessions of love. The two of them seemed more interested in kissing than kicking Bowser’s pixilated ass, which was fine with Harry. He wasn’t good at video games, but judging by Fallon’s adorable little moans, he was good at kissing her. And God, did he love kissing her.

They had moved their kissing to Harry’s bed upstairs, at his hesitant suggestion. He didn’t think Fallon would agree to it, even when he prefaced his idea with suggesting they watch a movie, but she had. Unsurprisingly, neither of them paid attention to the film.

Fallon’s arm was falling asleep, crooked under a pillow, but she didn’t care. She was kissing the man she loved, the man who loved her back, and that was all that mattered. She couldn’t believe how lucky she was to have a man like Harry in love with her. How did this happen? How did she end up being the one to win his heart? She was not sure, but she would never complain.

“Mmm, babe…” Harry sighed against Fallon’s lips. He shifted his position, though still making sure she stayed settled against his chest. He was getting turned on, but he wanted to keep his bulge from startling Fallon. “You taste so good…” he mumbled as he dotted wet kisses along her neck. “Feel so good…” he continued, drawing his fingertips along her bare arms. He tugged on her sundress straps, eager to yank it off of her, but refraining.

Fallon squirmed against Harry’s body, desperate for his touch in places other than her arms. Their kissing seemed to intensify since proclaiming their love, as if they had levelled up to an entire new world of passion. She always enjoyed Harry’s touch, but now, she could not get enough.

“A wee bit fidgety, aren’t we?” Harry teased as Fallon wiggled. If she wasn’t careful, she might wiggle right onto his chub, but he was suspecting she may not care. Still, he wanted to tread lightly. She was still the driver of the car, even if he was dying to get in front of the steering wheel.

Fallon shook her head. “Don’t make fun,” she reminded him, although she appeared not to care very much as she found Harry’s lips again and smothered them with her own warm lips.

“I’m not,” Harry promised with a laugh, tracing his fingers along Fallon’s collarbone and across the tops of her cleavage. “I like when you loosen up and squirm a bit,” he added teasingly, dragging his finger from the tops of her breast to the bottom. “You just tell me if you want me to stop.”

“I know…” Fallon answered. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to go all the way with him, but she wanted to touch him, and find out for herself just how much her squirming and kissing affected him. “And you can tell me, too…” she added as her hand traced along his chest. He was still wearing a t-shirt, but she realised she wished he wasn’t.

Harry laughed louder than he intended. “I’m… definitely not about to tell you that…” he assured her. His hips shifted as her hands ventured closer to the bottom hem of his shirt. He was aching for her touch. “Can I take my shirt off?” he asked. “It’s kind of getting bunched up…” It wasn’t, but he wanted to be closer to nakedness with Fallon than he was.

Fallon nodded. “Of course,” she answered, wasting no time pushing his shirt over his head. Every time she saw his body, she forgot how to breathe. He was so perfect.

Harry laughed as he tossed the shirt on the floor. “Reckon you wanted that off more than I did,” he teased, finding Fallon’s lips before she could answer him. As they kissed, his fingers found the straps of her sundress again. He knew she wasn’t wearing a bra under it, but he hoped she would say yes when he asked, “can I take your dress off, too?”

Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes.

Harry’s request caused Fallon to hesitate. “I, uhm… I have nothing under it…” she whispered, her entire body warming. Harry hadn’t seen her braless breasts yet and the thought – while still a turn on – made her nervous.

“I know,” Harry answered, trying to hide his disappointment. “It’s okay, it’s fine! Absolutely fine, I promise,” he assured her, kissing her again.

“My boobs are tiny…” Fallon mumbled against his lips.

Harry laughed. “I’ve touched them before,” he reminded her. As if to punctuate his point, he let his hand cup her small breast. “I fucking love your boobs,” he told her, his voice thick as he began massaging his fingers into her flesh. “You don’t have to take your dress off…” he told her as he kissed her neck. “But you’re so sexy, so beautiful… I’ll love whatever you’ve got going on under there…”

Fallon let out a contented sigh, Harry’s large hands feeling amazing against her breast. “Well… okay…” she whispered. “Take my dress off…” She blushed as she met Harry’s wide, surprised eyes but she kept her gaze on him as she raised her arms over her head, inviting him to undress her.

“Yeah?” Harry asked, unable to keep the wide grin off his face. When Fallon nodded, he grabbed the hem of her dress and dragged it up her legs and over her hips, exposing her baby pink cotton undies. He hoped they would be the next article of clothing to find the floor, but for now, he focused only on removing the dress.

Harry pushed the dress over her breasts, intending on covering them with his hands to keep them a surprise until her dress was on the floor, but he couldn’t wait and his eyes zeroed in on her perfect breasts. He tried not to stare, as he didn’t want to make Fallon uncomfortable, but he couldn’t help it. Boobs were amazing!

“Yep, I was right…” Harry mused, tracing his finger along her nipple and feeling a strong stirring in his groin as her nipple became erect. He pulled his eyes from her chest and grinned at Fallon. “I fucking love ‘em.”

Fallon resisted the urge to cover her chest with her hands and instead, she wrapped her arms around Harry’s neck and pulled him down to join her. With her bare breasts pressed against his chest, she hungrily kissed him with an impassioned urgency.

Harry wrapped his arms around Fallon’s torso and rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him. His hands found her breasts again, and he rolled her nipple between his fingers with a gentle touch as he looked up at her. “Still all okay?”

“Stop worrying about me,” Fallon ordered, even though she appreciated his continued concern. “Everything’s fine, and… God…” she breathed out. Her hips gyrated in a slow, circular motion, coming into a light contact with Harry’s hardening erection. She let out a moan as he thrusted his hips against her.

Harry groaned and knew he had to stop before Fallon’s light thrusts brought him over the edge. He snagged Fallon’s lips with his and reluctantly rolled her onto her side. “I’ve got to stop that,” he told her, pressing sloppy kisses down her neck.

“Oh,” Fallon lamented, her face rising in temperature. She was such a noob. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what I’m doing, and I –”

Harry slammed his lips against Fallon’s, silencing her. “No, no, no…” he assured her. “Fuck no, you’re good. You’re so hot…” he murmured, his hips jutting towards hers. “So hot…” he groaned, pressing his lips against the top of her breast. “I just mean, if I don’t calm down, I’m going to… Old Faithful all over. Y’know?”

“Oh, God…” Fallon covered her face with her hands. She didn’t know whether to laugh at his analogy or blush at her capabilities. “Why do you have to say it like that?” she wondered, rolling her eyes as Harry laughed.

“Because it’s funny?” Harry offered. “And true,” he added, adjusting his erection. He wished it was Fallon’s hands on him. “You have no idea what you do to me, babe,” he told her as he found her nipples again and pulled them between his fingers. He watched Fallon’s face as her eyes closed, her lustful sighs causing every ounce of blood in his veins to zoom south.

“Ditto…” Fallon breathed, arching her back as Harry continued to lavish her breasts with affection. Feeling bold – or perhaps just lustful – she reached down and ran her fingers along the waistband of his pants.

Harry jumped at her touch. “What are you doing down there?” he asked, grinning as he saw her face redden. He moved his hips towards her. “Hmm? Bit curious, are we?”

Fallon offered him a sheepish shrug. “Maybe…” she answered, a shy pitch to her voice. She pressed her lips together. “Is that… okay?”

Her innocence was adorable. “No,” Harry teased. “Keep your damn hands off my cock.” He laughed as Fallon recoiled and grasped her hand. “I want you to,” he told her in a low voice, guiding her hand to his manhood. Though still covered by his pants, the material was light enough that there weren’t any secrets.

Fallon swallowed hard as she gently grasped his rod in her hand. “I don’t know what I’m doing…” she whispered to him, slowly moving her hand up and down. She couldn’t meet Harry’s eyes while she had her hand on his hardened member, but when she heard him let out a low groan, her head shot up, surprised by his reaction.

“Fuck…” Harry groaned, moving his hips in time with her slow strokes. “That’s… exactly right, babe… God, that’s good…” He didn’t want to finish too soon – he hadn’t even touched her yet – and he slowed his gyrations, hoping to prevent a premature eruption.

“Really?” asked Fallon, a small smile on her lips. With newfound confidence at Harry’s carnal response to her touch, she slipped her hand under the waistband and grasped Harry’s bare shaft. She ran her palm along his length, her thumb gently massaging the tip.

Harry moaned under her touch, her gentle hand causing his stiffness to grow. Fallon might not have known a thing about technique, but her soft touch was so sensual, and it was her. He didn’t think he’d ever been so turned on. He tugged his pants down with one hand, realising after a moment that he hadn’t asked Fallon if it was okay with her.

“Is that –” He stopped himself as she used her free hand to finish yanking his pants off. He laughed. “I reckon it is okay, isn’t it?”

Fallon nodded. “Yeah,” she answered, throwing his pants to the floor before stretching up and pressing a kiss against his lips. “I still… I’m not sure if I’m ready for a… home run, but… I really like doing this…”

“Me too, babe,” Harry assured her. He moaned into her mouth as Fallon’s fingertips danced down his shaft and tentatively caressed his balls. He hadn’t expect for her to be bold enough to not only touch his bare twig but also the berries. And not only was she touching him, but she was caressing him, stroking him and paying more attention to his member than any girl had in the past. Comparing past loves and current loves wasn’t proper sex etiquette, but Fallon was easily number one.

“You can say no… obviously… but I… I want to touch you, too…” Harry said, breaking their kiss to whisper into her ear. He traced his fingertips along her stomach, ensuring to keep a respectable distance from her mound until she told him otherwise.

Fallon’s breath caught in her throat. “I haven’t… I’ve never…” she stammered, only silencing when Harry covered her lips with his finger.

“I know,” he assured her. “And it’s okay if you don’t want me to. But I think… you might like it a bit…” he murmured, giving her a crooked grin. He trusted that Fallon would stop him if she wanted him to, so he thought a little teasing prod would be okay.

Evidently, it was. “You think so?” asked Fallon, matching Harry’s smirk. She felt coy and flirty and while still nervous, she was finding confidence. Despite her inexperience now, she was grateful she hadn’t let someone who she had lukewarm feelings for touch her how she let Harry touch her. She didn’t think she would have the same confidence if she was laying naked with a mediocre man. But being with someone who loved her made all the difference.

Harry snickered. “Mm-hmm…” he answered. He let his fingers travel further down her stomach, his movements slow and teasing. He watched her face as he ran his fingers along her waistband, allowing a millimetre of his finger to slip under her underwear. Her eyes closed, and she squirmed under his touch. “But I can’t unless you tell me I can… Remember? You’re the driver…”

“Yeah… driving stick,” Fallon quipped as she gave Harry’s dick a light squeeze. The flirty response took her by surprise, and judging by Harry’s surprised guffaw, it took him by surprise, too.

“Ooh, you’re feisty!” Harry teased approvingly. He adored when Fallon loosened up with him. “I kind of suspect you won’t tell me to stop…” he added, hooking his finger and tugging playfully on her underwear.

“I don’t think I won’t, either…” Fallon admitted bashfully.

Harry smirked. “So… what do you want me to do?” he wondered, feigning innocence as he continued to run his finger along her underwear. “I mean… you don’t want me to stop, but… do you want me to keep doing this, or… something else?” he asked, pulling on the elastic and letting it snap against her skin. He knew what she wanted, but he wanted to hear her say it. Hearing her voice her desires would be such a turn on.

“Something else?” asked Fallon, her voice uprising questioningly. She pouted at Harry. “Are you really going to make me say it?” she whined, her body warming as she played the words in her mind. There was no way she could ask Harry that.

Harry shrugged. “That could be anything…” he mused. “I don’t want to do the wrong thing… What if we’re thinking about different things? That could be bad…” he teased.

Fallon frowned. “I don’t really think we are…” she told Harry, flexing her fingers around his still hard member to make her point. “You know what I want you to do…”

“Do I?”

“Harry!” Fallon wailed. She scowled at him as he laughed, her face red. “Why are you making me say it?”

Harry laughed. “Because I just have to make sure we are on the same page, babe,” he teased. “And… it’d be kind of sexy to hear you ask me to do stuff to you…” he added with a shrug.

“So you’re harassing me just for your benefit?”

“Pretty much.”

Fallon huffed out a loud sigh and buried her face against his chest. Harry’s goal in life seemed to be drawing Fallon out of her comfort zone. Despite her stubbornness, he was doing a good job at it. “You’re impossible,” she groaned.

“You’re horny,” Harry accurately pointed out. “So just tell me what you want me to do about that…” Her face remained buried against his chest, so he couldn’t see her face as he slowly dragged his fingers along the leg holes of her underwear, but her body wriggled at his touch. “Hmm?”

Fallon’s body tingled as she recited the words in her head. Perhaps she could say them to Harry. He wanted to hear them, but more importantly, she wanted him to hear them. She didn’t want to be square and vanilla, she wanted to be coy and adventurous. The first step was to vocalise her desires to Harry. She already told him she loved him, how much harder could a bit of dirty talk be?

“I… I want you to… touch me…” Fallon whispered, her breath bouncing off Harry’s neck. She couldn’t bring herself to use a vulgar term, but using the proper word for her genitalia seemed too much like a biology class.

Harry smirked at Fallon’s words. He wouldn’t have pushed her if he thought she wouldn’t be able to say it, and while he wouldn’t have minded hearing a bit of vulgarity in her words, he wouldn’t push her any further. “Yeah?” he asked, nudging her chin upwards and meeting her lips. “Like… right here?” he murmured against her lips, letting his fingers dance further south.

Fallon sucked in a sharp breath at his touch. “Yes, please…” she breathlessly whispered. As Harry slid his hand under her underwear, thought of what he would think ran through her mind. While she kept up on her grooming, was it something he would like? Was it too much? Not enough? Was she turned on enough? Was she too turned on? But as soon as his delicate fingers touched her bare skin, those thoughts vanished. Mostly, anyway.

“Please?” Harry repeated, grinning as he ventured towards her sweet honeypot. “Well, since you ask so nice…” He let out a soft groan at his discovery. “Oh fuck… You’re so wet, babe…”

Fallon let out a nervous laugh. “That’s a good thing, right?” she asked, knowing it was – he wouldn’t have moaned if it wasn’t – but needing his validation.

“Fuck yeah,” Harry answered. His discovery distracted him too much to give her deeper confirmation. He ran his fingertips along her soft, smooth southern lips as he kissed her, her arousal driving his passionate embrace.

“Oh, God…” Fallon sighed as Harry slid his finger deeper and rubbed her anxious bud in a slow, circular motion. In her euphoria, she almost forgot she still had her hand on Harry’s shaft, still hard despite her absentminded handie. “Sorry, I forgot what I was doing,” she whispered with a small chuckle, pressing her palm against his member.

“It’s fine,” Harry assured her, caring about Fallon’s enjoyment more than his own. He loved touching her, discovering her body. As good as her small, soft hand felt on his throbbing member, he focused only on pleasuring Fallon. “Do you like that?” he whispered, watching Fallon’s face react to his touch. Watching her enjoy his fingers was such a turn on.

Fallon nodded and let out a low sigh. “Yeah…” she affirmed. “So… good… I really… like what you’re doing…” she added, her face reddening as she voiced her pleasure, but she suspected Harry would like to hear what she liked.

Harry grinned and pressed his lips against Fallon. His wet, sloppy kisses engulfed her warm lips, his lust driving him on. “So hot hearing you say that,” he panted against her mouth. “I want to make you cum…” he whispered, his fingers frantically massaging her. “Is that okay?”

“Uhm… yeah…” Fallon whispered back. “I, uhm… I want to do the same for you…” Her clammy hands aided in her jerking motion against his member, but she had no idea if she was turning him on, like he was to her. “Do you… am I… are you close?”

“Oh yeah, babe,” Harry assured her. He could do a better job on his own, but he wouldn’t ever tell Fallon that. Instead, he guided her hand to the head of his dick and rubbed her palm against the drops of pre-cum for lubrication. He wanted to ask her to spit on it, but even in the throes of passion, Harry had a modicum of sense.

“Ohhh… fuck…” Harry groaned, the new slippery sensation fuelling his lust. “Just like that, babe… bit faster… Oh Christ…” He covered Fallon’s hand with his own, assisting her in her motions. She was doing exceptionally well for her first hand job, but after years of experience, Harry knew exactly what to do to put him over the edge. “I want to finish at the same time as you, okay? Tell me when you’re going to cum…”

Fallon wasn’t sure if she could say that word, but she nodded anyway, writhing as Harry brought her closer to her culmination. “I will… I’m… oohhh… don’t…” She reached down and touched his hand, which was wildly frigging her. “Don’t stop…”

“Don’t you stop either,” Harry warned. He nibbled Fallon’s lip and slipped a second finger inside. His fingering was akin to a teenager’s haste, working on Fallon with the sole purpose of bringing her to orgasm. Fallon gripped his arm as he pumped, his biceps flexed as he worked his fingers in and out of her.

Harry pulled his tongue from Fallon’s mouth but continued to finger her, flicking his thumb across her clit before plunging into her and curling his fingers up to her G-spot. Her orgasm was tight inside her, ready to spring and unravel her from the inside out.

“Oh, my God…” Fallon panted, thrusting her hips to meet Harry’s hand. “I think I’m going to… I think… I’m… oh, shit…” She still couldn’t bring herself to say the word, even while deep in the intimate moment, but it didn’t matter. As her body shook under Harry’s touch and her fervent groans grew louder and filled the room, he realised he’d brought her to her climax.

Her orgasm set him over the edge and with a final stroke and loud grunt, Harry erupted. His seed spat out, covering his and Fallon’s hands with the warm, pearly cream. He groaned as Fallon kept her hand on his sensitive cock, gently stroking until his orgasm subsided and he melted into the bed, completely spent.

“Jesus…” he sighed. He exhaled a loud breath as his heart rate settled back to normal. Reaching around blindly, he found his discarded shirt and gently wiped Fallon’s hand. “Sorry, babe…” he said with a sheepish snicker. “I, uhm… was that okay?” he wondered, suddenly worried it had been too much for Fallon.

Fallon looked up at Harry, her face glowing from her post-orgasm high. “It was amazing,” she answered honestly. While she had got herself off many times in the past, in a similar fashion, Harry’s touch brought her the most satisfying orgasm on her life. She wondered what other sexual events with him would be like. “Was that… was I… was that okay, too?”

Harry pressed a kiss against Fallon’s head and tugged her naked body closer to him. It was strange, he normally preferred to bask in his post-orgasm glow without physical contact, but with Fallon, he couldn’t hold her close enough. “You’re a rockstar, babe,” he promised her. “That was amazing. Might have to do it again before too long,” he added teasingly, nudging his hips and his still half-hard cock towards her.

Fallon let out an exaggerated sigh. “Now you’re just going to be insatiable, aren’t you?” she teased back. Chances were, she would be too. She wiggled herself against Harry, his strong arms enveloping her and holding her close to him. “I guess I won’t complain…”

Harry snickered, dropping another kiss atop her head. “You guess?” he repeated. He tickled his fingers along her hips. “You guess?” He let his fingers dance along her hip bone before lightly swatting her bottom. “I’m going to have to keep working to impress you, yeah?”

Fallon shrugged, giggling as he spanked her bottom. “I think you’ll do okay,” she assured him. She stretched up and planted a kiss against his lips, looking into his eyes as their lips connected. His bright eyes crinkled as he smiled, hooded slightly from fatigue.

It was such a strange, scary sensation. It was akin to standing in the middle of a dangerous fire, and yet, feeling completely safe. Fallon had no idea how she lived almost twenty-one years without Harry, because she couldn’t imagine not being with him now. Perhaps they were young, maybe she was a bit naïve, but she loved Harry more than she loved herself. “I really do love you, you know…” she whispered to Harry.

“Oh, babe…” Harry ran his fingers through Fallon’s tangled hair. He’d written about love, he’d sung about love, but the love he had for her wasn’t like a new song. It was as though he opened a book and discovered a language he never knew existed. Despite his falsified expertise on the subject, he never imagined it would feel like this. “I really do love you, too…” He watched her eyes as he let his fingers trailed from her hair, across her soft face and back again. “Not sure if you know this, but… you’re the first person I’ve ever said that to. The only person I’ve ever wanted to say it to…”

Fallon hadn’t known that. She wondered, suspected, but she hadn’t known. “Me, too…” she answered, though she was sure Harry was aware of that. She rested her head against his chest, hearing the slow, comforting beat of his heart. She couldn’t say what the future held for them, but she hoped this feeling would never, ever go away.

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