• Contains graphic and sexual content that others may find offensive, and is recommended for Mature audiences only. Read at own entertainment. *

Epilogue

“Seriously? That was your idea of romantic?” I asked, staring at him, his fingers still locked on mine. We were in his car, the rain blurring our faces through the glass in front of his step dad’s farm house. I closed the door behind him, entering the house that he borrowed for the week. When we got out of the hospital he’d promised a vacation -just the two of us. The small walk to the entrance, soaked her dress and left her black hair dripping wet. I ducked under the small roof of the porch and waited for him to open the door. He exited the car, opening a black umbrella that shielded him from the rain. Harry grinned when he saw my expression, a look of disappointment.

I rolled my eyes as he stepped onto the porch to open the door. He shook the umbrella, and laid it beside a white chair. “You didn’t ask if I had an umbrella Vee. Not my fault,” he said. Harry was wearing his grey beanie, dark jeans, and a white v-neck under his sweater.

We got inside, and carefully he closed the door behind us. I dried my wet foot on the maroon rug before stepping onto the hard wooden floor, and he stopped me. His sweater was off now, just his v-neck and jeans. His hair was combed out, but still messily arranged and his beanie was off. He held my shoulders with his hands and pushed me to the wall with his torso against mine. He was a giant compared to me.

“That,” he referred to the long trip to the farm. “Wasn’t my idea of romantic.” A smirk formed on his face, and he held me up, my legs surrounded his waist. I bowed down to kiss him, feeling the smile in between the kisses. His hands came down where the hem of my dress had been, slowly massaging his way up to my behind. I winced, as his big hands skimmed the bottom of my underwear.

“Are we seriously doing this?” I asked, using it as an excuse to catch my breath. His lips attached to my lips like magnets, our tounges like slithering snakes against each other.

He laughed, curling his head on the nape of my neck, as he also tried to catch his breath. “Yea,” he was panting. “We are seriously doing this.”

He took his shirt off, revealing the dents where his pelvis starts. “Oh my god,” I said.

“What?” he asked, closing the distance between us. I unzipped my dress, leaving me on my strapless bra and a black thong. “Wow.”

“Yea I know. I just noticed that.” I walked to him, meeting halfway. He licked his lips, biting at the right corner before I stumbled on the floor to his chest. I closed my eyes, putting my lips against his as I pushed him to the wall. Playing with the buckle of his belt I finally undid it, popping his button open, and slid his pants off leaving him into navy blue boxers.

“I miss you,” he whispered as I stroked my fingers slowly where the bulge appeared on his underwear.

“The room. Let’s go,” I said after he separated my bra, throwing it where his pants lay. His skin was hot and smooth against mine, and through the silence I only heard and felt his heartbeat. He carried me like a child in the arms of a loved one carrying them into bed. “I love you,” I murmured.

“I love you too,” he replied, slowly lowering me onto the golden sheets of the bed. He was on top of me, planting cool sets of kisses from my lips to my navel. I stretched my legs up, letting him take my underwear off of him. As he struggled to find a place to keep it, I took his underwear off placing my hands on his penis with a grip that had enough pressure for pleasure. I stroked on it slowly, crawling to a position, where I could properly place it in my mouth. After a few minutes, he wrestled me down, pinning me on my arms and he came into me, making me scream in pleasuring pain. “Argggg!”

“Shhhhh,” he hushed me by putting his mouth on to his, moaning on groaning against each others mouth as he pushed in and pulled out. I sat up as he made his way down. Surprised, by his sudden movement to my vagina I moaned, clenching on his curly hair with my hands. By moments, I was breathing as I reached my climax. Harry fell down beside me, pulling my body closer to him. I could feel the fatigue rising through me and I avoid his hands, turning so that my back is to him. “What did I do now?” he asked, kissing on my neck.

“I want to sleep,” I complained. “I’m tired as hell!”

“Oh,” he simply said, then he laughed still forcing me to come closer on to him. I finally gave up, turning so our skins are touching again. “I have wanted to do that for a long time,” he whispered. My head rested on the middle of his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his lungs.

“Well, there’s been too much things I guess,” I closed my eyes, trying to lose consciousness. “Please let me sleep.”

“This is a vacation,” his voice was warning. “Sex will happen.”