Pure Ones || H.S

14

They both were in nothing but the help of the blanket to cover their bare bodies. Covered in sweat and sinful hot desire. Harry kissed her flat chest, kissing the veins appearing by her breast. She was biting her own lips constantly, her mind was frazzled.

Her fingernails dig into the warm cotton duvet like digging through sands. He kissed her neck, sucking on her earlobe as she moaned frantically. She could smell his manly cologne, so manly and handsome.

His fingers were dancing on her skin, turning her on by every spot he touched. She was a sensitive girl, rarely touched by a boy, so she was sensitive everywhere.

Harry slid his hand down between her thigh, making her blush furiously. She took hold of his hand before he had touched her 'there'.

"What's wrong?"

"It's messy . . . down there," she looked away.

Harry then chuckled silently. "That's okay, it's natural. Besides, I love them," his finger then played with her pube, making her moan as he rubbed her overly sensitive c**t.

"Do you trust me?" He looked into her eyes.

"Yes,"

"It's going to hurt just a little, I'll be gentle, I promise," he smiled then kissed her forehead. He was savoring the moment, he was so obsessed with the thought of her.

"I trust you, Harry,"

.

Harry had her laying on his chest with his arms around her. They weren't asleep, but they were in a comfortable silence.

"Its dark," Harry muttered as he saw the day outside. She was feeling good and warm while he played with her hair. It felt good, she never felt anything so intimate.

"It is,"

"Aren't you going home?"

"I'll tell mom I'm at a friend's," she adjusted her head a little as a little yawn escaped.

"Tired?"

"A little,"

"Did it hurt?"

She laughed a little. Without looking at her, he knew she was blushing. "No," she bit her lips. She raised her head a little and looked at him. "It felt good, you were really gentle,"

She reached forward and kissed his lips.

"You have pretty eyes," she smiled. "Really pretty eyes,"

"Really?"

"Yeah," she smiled sheepishly. "Reminds me of something; green like trees. Trees are beautiful,"

"You're saying I'm like a tree?"

"Yes, beautiful. Tall, too" she added.

"Should I be flattered?"

She laughed. "You should, but my mom always told me not to trust beautiful things. They can be dangerous when they overpower us,"

Harry blinked, and somehow a glimpse of green light was shining by her eyes.

They were both staring at each other's eyes. So close but felt so secluded. Both breathing the same air yet feeling suffocating. "That's exactly who you are," she continued.

That's exactly what they both are.