Casanova H.S

Chapter Eighteen

"I'm sorry to ask, and ruin the whole mood, but when does he arrive?" Harry asks keeping his eyes glued to the ground. Honestly, I don't think he wants to know the answer, even though the asked. I don't really want to answer him either and give him a date to where we have to leave each other. I would much rather have him not worrying about it.

"The day after tomorrow," I answer honestly as we continue to move to the beautiful melody. I put my forefinger under his chin, tilting his head up so he has to look at me. "Don't think about him, please. I just want these two days to be about us." I search his eyes for an answer since his mouth won't give me one, however, I can't find one. Harry has always been quite easy to read if actually pay attention, but this time there is nothing to pay attention to.

He surprises me by placing his lips on mine, and in that one kiss, I got the answer to all my questions. Our lips move in perfect sync, my angels crashing with his demons. His hands travel to the top of my thighs, and he doesn't even need to ask me to jump, because I already know that was what he meant. He catches me with ease, and I wrap my legs around his waist automatically. I can feel him start to walk, and soon after I feel him going up the stairs. It doesn't take long before he lets go of me with one hand to open his bedroom door. He brings his hand back to me, this time placing it on my waist. He kicks the door shut with his foot as he walks inside. My hands pull weakly on the hair resting on his neck making him let out a weak groan.

He pushes me up against the wall beside the door. He lets go of me with both hands letting my legs and the wall being the only things holding me up. His hands brush against my sides as he brings them up my arms. He takes my arms above my head, and interlock our finger against the wall. Our mouths never leaving the others for a second. I'm not as nervous as I thought I would be I trust him with all I have, and if someone should have my virginity it's him, and not some stranger on my wedding night. He lets go of my hands and pull away from me just enough to pull his shirt over his head before he tosses it to the side.

He puts me down, and not even seconds later I can feel my dress being pulled off slowly. His eyes are glued to the end of my dress watching as it comes off little by little. He pulls it over my head and throws it beside his shirt on the floor leaving me in just my underwear. He smiles to himself as he takes in my body before quickly connection our lips once again with a quick sweet kiss.

I walk away from him, and over to the end of the bed with my back facing him. I can hear him pull off his pants, and kick them to the side. He wraps his arms around my waist, leaving soft kisses to my neck. I lean my head to the side giving him more access to my exposed skin. A small moan falls from my lips from the good feeling he provides. He spins me around and slowly leans towards me making me fall down onto the bed. I push myself further up on the bed so I am laying properly. He crawls onto the bed after me, spread my legs, and place himself above me. His hands on either side of my head holding himself up. He moves one hand down to my hip before leaning down and capturing my lips in a passionate kiss filled with the words he is afraid to say.

Heavy breaths fill the room along with the faint sound of music coming from the radio we forgot to turn off. I move my hands to my back and open my bra. I slide the straps down my arms and toss it beside the bed. Harry leans back taking in the new sight before him. His eyes are wide with awe. He leans down to my neck before kissing down to my breast. His mouth doing wonders on one, and his hand doing just the same on the other. I let out a whimper from the new sensation, and he keeps going.

I can feel his erection as it brushes against the top of my thigh making me gasp wondering how it honestly feels. Not how everyone says it feels, but how I will experience the feeling. The heath has started to build up in the room making us both breath very heavy.

He pulls his lips away from my breasts and places them against my lips instead. Both his hands brush against my stomach before they wrap around my underwear pulling them down in a hurry making me let out a soft laugh at his eagerness. Once they are off he is quick to take off his as well, and his side didn't really surprise me, but it made me realize this will definitely hurt. He reaches his hand out to the nightstand pulling out a package, and I quickly know what it is. He slips it on and looks back up at me.

He brings his hand down to take a hold of himself. He shifts forward, and brush his tip over my entrance twice as he lets out a moan when he feels how wet I am. The nerves I thought I didn't have suddenly all rush over me knowing this will hurt a lot. Harry is quick to notice and stops his movements. "Are you okay?" He asks concerned.

"Yes, just a little nervous," I answer honestly knowing there is no point in lying.

"It will be okay. We'll take it slow, okay?" I only nod too nervous to speak. "Ready?" He asks, and I just nod again.

He brushes over my entrance one last time before shifting forward even more, and I was right about the pain. I let out a weak cry from the pain, and he stops letting me adjust to the feeling. Harry continues moving little by little making sure not to hurt me too much. I let him continue knowing I just have to get this part over with. Once he is all the way in he stops completely so I can once again adjust to his size. My eyes shut from the pain, and my mouth opens letting a whimper making it's way out. He places a kiss to my forehead making me relax a little bit.

I wrap my legs around his waist latching onto him. I give him a kiss so he knows it's okay for me that he moves again. He pushes himself almost all the way out before sinking back into me again. For every time he does it hurts less and less. He looks at me while he does making sure I am okay. His forest green eyes are locked with mine filled with both lust and affection.

His pace is slow, and I can feel the good feeling push away the pain for each thrust. My hands move to the back of his neck tugging at his air, needing something to hold onto. He grunts like before letting me know that this is something he really enjoys. I have never felt this close to him, and the love I felt before just increases with every movement.

He starts to notice I am getting more comfortable with the feeling and starts to pick up his pace a little. I bite my lips trying not to make to much noise. A feeling of electricity rush over my body from the increased tempo. I lean up to his face, and connect my lips with his sharp jaw, leaving a trace of purple marks along it.

His pace speeds up once again set fire to my stomach. Pleasure consumes me as my chest rises higher and higher with each heavy breath. His name falls from my lips, and he almost stops in shock never really having heard his name being cried out during s*x. The room fills with small moans from both of us.

I can feel both mines, and Harry's high quickly approaching. His hand moves down, and his thumb starts to massage my c**t. I let out a loud whimper, and he lets out a grunt from the sound. The burning in my stomach increases, and I know I am seconds away from coming. He removes his hand and thrust in hard one last time. My whole body is set on fire as pleasure almost makes my body shake. He grits his teeth, and breath heavy as he lets go. He does a few sloppy thrusts before pulling out and falling limp beside me.

Heavy breaths filled the room. Both are silent recovering from the sensation we just felt. I can hear him stand up from the bed, and toss the condom away in the trash. He picks up his boxers before slipping them on. He picks up my underwear as well, and his shirt before coming over to the bed, and handing it to me. I slip it on fast before laying back down.

Harry lays down beside me and brings me into his arms. "Are you okay?" He asks wanting to make sure I don't regret it, or am in pain.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It hurt a little in the start, but then it got much better." I lift my head from his chest to look at him, and he smiles down at me before bringing my lips to his. It is a very tired kiss, but a kiss nonetheless.

His hand stroke some hair away from my face so he can see my eyes clearly. "You didn't bleed so that means it didn't hurt as much as those who do." He says relieved that he didn't hurt me so much.

"I didn't?" I thought everyone bleeds, or that is what I have heard.

"No, not everyone does." He explains, and I just nod thankfully that I didn't. My eyes wander to the clock standing on Harry's nightstand to see it is three am.

I pull away from Harry and stand up from the bed. I open the glass doors leading out to the balcony. "Come." He stands up without question. I step outside and walk up to the fence. The cold night wind blows through my hair. Harry comes up behind me wrapping his arms around my waist, and placing a soft kiss to my cheek. "I used to do this a lot when I was younger. I always had problems sleeping, so I would look over to the clock to realize that it was around three, and then I would go out on the balcony outside my room, and just stand there. I felt like I was the only one awake in the whole world." It is so quiet, but not very dark. The only sound is coming from the trees where the wind is brushing against the leaves as it flies by.

"I understand why, it's surprisingly relaxing," Harry admits with his head leaning on my shoulder.

I turn around completely coming face to face with him. "You know they say the only people up at three am are either drunk, in love, or lonely. Which one are you?" I am careful with my words. I can't be the first to say it, because if he doesn't feel the same my heart will surely break, and I don't know if I'm ready for that.

He licks his lips, and look down for a second before meeting my eyes again. "Well, I'm not drunk, and with you here I am far from lonely." He says slowly keeping his eyes fixed on mine. My eyes widen suddenly a little scared to hear him say it, to know for sure. He leans his face closer to mine, his breath brushing against my parted lips. "I guess I'm in love." A smile creeps onto my lips but is quickly interrupted when his lips crash against mine in a passionate, and loving kiss.