Reading Between The Lines - Larry Stylinson Story - Chapter 25 RATED R Part 2
"Fuck. I'm ready." I moan and Harry retracts his fingers, making me feel empty. Harry fumbles around a bit before rolling on a condom. He reaches for the lube but I take it before he can. He looks at me curiously as I squirt the slick fluid onto my hand. I bite my lip as I begin to coax the liquid onto his tool, slickening it up. Harry lets out a throaty moan and leans down for a kiss. I shut my eyes and kiss back, still jerking him off.
Harry groans into the kiss, bucking his hips forward and I smile, nibbling on his bottom lip.
"Lou." Harry breathes, pressing his palms to the inside of my thighs. I still my motions and spread my legs for him, a lump growing in my throat as nervousness seeps over me.
"J-just be gentle." I mutter, gripping the back of Harry's neck as he lines himself up. Harry stills, tilting my chin up with his fingers and meeting my lips in a sweet kiss.
"I'll go slow, yeah?" He assures. "And just tell me if you want to stop."
I bite my lip and nod. Harry leans down and kisses me gently. One of his hands goes to my lower back, lifting me up slightly as he again lines himself up. I squeak when I feel the tip press against my opening.
I wince, biting down rather hard on Harry's lip, as he pushes half way into me, causing pain to shoot all through my body. "G-god!" I groan, digging my nails into Harry's shoulder blades and squeezing my eyes shut tight.
"Shhhh." Harry sooths, peppering kisses over my neck and shoulder. He slowly presses himself further until he's bottomed out. I feel myself stretch around him and I try desperately to regain my breath since I feel like all air has just been pushed out of my body.
"Try and relax." Harry mutters into my neck, burying his face there. I shut my eyes and take a deep, shaky breath, focusing on the feeling of Harry's hand sliding up my side, his other on my waist.
"Move." I mutter into his hair, lacing my fingers into the curls. Harry slowly pulls out half way before easing back in. He keeps the thrusts shallow and gentle and slow, giving me time to adjust. My face screws up in pain as I tighten my grip on his hair, scratching down his back with my other hand.
"Sh-shit baby." He moans quietly. "You feel so good." With that his large hand pulls at my lower back, tilting my hips up so that when he pushes back in he hits my prostate dead on. I gasp and his plump lips are on mine. Our mouths move slowly as Harry deepens his thrusts, still remaining gentle.
I moan softly into his mouth and wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him further in. It still hurts but a lot of the pain is canceled out by the immense pleasure rippling through my body.
I shut my eyes and tilt my head back, focusing on the feeling of Harry inside me, stretching me to my limits. So gentle. So loving. His lips peppering kisses on my neck, his curls tickling my cheek. I can feel every inch of him, and every inch is pure bliss. Is this what making love feels like? If it is, I hope it never ends.
He moans softly into my ear, before nibbling there. I gasp and tug at his hair. "G-god Haz..." I slur. Keeping one hand in his hair, I reach my other down to tease my tip.
How could this be happening? How could someone as amazing as Harry want to be with someone as fucked as I am? How could he love me?
I look at his face, into his eyes. His cheeks are red, his forehead slick with sweat, eyes blown wide. Moans are softly escaping his lips. "Louis." He moans. "Close."
He leans down, pressing his lips to mine. "Iloveyou. Iloveyousomuch." He mutters, pushing deeply and pressing into my prostate once more before I'm gasping and cumming over our chests. I watch as Harry's face screws up and dips down for a messy kiss as he empties into the condom, stilling his hips as we both come down from our highs.
The room is quiet except for the sound of heavy breaths and soft kisses. Harry gently pulls out of me causing me to wince before discarding the condom. He rolls onto his back, pulling me on top of him so I'm lying on his chest, our bare limbs tangled together.
We kiss, slowly and sweetly for a few moments. "God, I love you." He mumbles and I smile widely, shutting my eyes and pressing our foreheads together.
"You're so amazing." I tell him. "So amazing." He chuckles and I bury my face into his neck, breathing in his scent and relaxing into his hold.
"I love you too..."
Questions:
1- Was it more sweet or more sexy? (you can only pick one!)
2- Do you think they waited too long or did it too soon?
3- If you could ask any of the characters any question what would it be?
-Gracie