HARRY'S POV

IT WAS HARD for me to concentrate on anything when all I could think about was her. I was leaning against the counter of the bar watching the party unfold before my eyes. Everyone was engaged in some sort of conversation and socializing over the music as opposed to dancing to it. The parties I enjoyed the most were the ones where people danced like they didn't have a care in the world.

My family's winter formal was always the talk of the year, but it was always the day I dreaded the most. I hated wearing a suit, but I decided if I was going to wear one this time, it'd have to match my quirky fashion taste. My mother nearly had a cow when she saw I was wearing the floral suit over the one she had tailor-made for me, but at that point it was too late for her to do anything about it. She did have a word or two with the bartender and told him not to serve me alcohol since I was underage. I suppose that was her way of getting back at me.

So here I was, feeling deprived of the simplest joys in life, leaning against the bar counter, and surveying the crowd. I spotted Matthew with some of the other guys from the football team flirting with the women around them. A smirk stretched across my face when I noticed a scowl appear on one woman's face after Matthew was done whispering in her ear, and she stepped on his foot before walking away from him. I chuckled to myself and shook my head, thinking he had that coming to him for awhile.

All of this observing was beginning to make me feel hungry. As if on cue, I turned my head to the left and spotted a small woman with long black hair carrying a tray with crab cakes on them. I didn't get a good look at the woman's face since she was constantly moving between bodies until she reached the bar area. My eyes lit up when I discerned the woman to be Florence. It had slipped my mind that she was going to be on the waiting staff, but somehow her presence managed to add some life to the party.

My mouth watered at the sight of the crab cakes she was carrying on her tray. I felt my stomach grumble and acted by grabbing one crab cake from her tray when she walked in my general direction. I could tell my actions caught her off guard because she halted her movements and turned her head to look up at me in surprise.

By then I had already taken a sizeable bite out of my crab cake and was quite pleased with how it tasted.

"Mmm. This is good," I told her, my eyes gleaming with approval as I wiped the crumbs from the corner of my mouth.

"I'm glad you're a fan of it at least. Other people keep avoiding it like the plague," Florence replied with a chuckle, although I could tell there was something slightly off in her tone of voice.

I wondered if she thought people were avoiding her or the crab cakes. An idea suddenly came to mind, and I decided to go with it in order to lift her spirits even more.

"Huh, guess that leaves more crab cakes for me then," I proudly declared while taking another one off the tray. "By the way, you look beautiful tonight," I added sincerely.

I've never seen someone look so attractive in just a simple pleated black dress before. I got the reaction I desired from Florence when I saw her cheeks blush. She glanced down at her attire before finding my eyes again with a grateful smile.

"Thank you," She told me before biting down on her lip and letting it bounce back in place.

A part of me couldn't help but wonder what that mouth of hers could do, but I forced myself to pay attention when I heard her speak again.

"You don't look too shabby yourself," She teased, gesturing to my suit.

I laughed and dusted off the crumbs that had fallen onto my black shirt. After I finished eating the rest of the second crab cake, I motioned her to come closer with my hand. When she complied with my request, I leaned over to whisper into her ear, making sure my lips came into contact with her skin with each word I spoke.

"I have a present waiting for you in my room," I muttered into her ear. "Follow me upstairs if you want to see it."

Before I pulled away, I decided to press a kiss to the spot below her ear, knowing it would catch her off guard. I heard Florence gasp, and I couldn't help the triumphant smirk that displayed across my face as a result. Without another word, I backed away from her and started heading for the spiral staircase. Once I reached the beginning of the steps, I glanced over my shoulder and sent her a wink before heading up the stairs.

I felt like I stood there waiting for her at the top of the stairs for ages, but I was so relieved when she came. I didn't let another moment pass before I grabbed her wrist and dragged her into my bedroom with me. Her body tensed with the gesture, but she eventually relaxed once she identified my features in the dim light.

I lead Florence over to my bed with a smile and told her to get comfortable while I went to get her present. I bit my lip as I opened my dresser drawer and took out the jersey with my last name written on the back. I asked coach to get me an extra jersey after my away game a few weeks back for someone special, and he managed to do so discreetly.

I almost chickened out of giving it to Florence, but I forced myself to turn around and face her. I hid the shirt behind my back, keeping my hands clasped together.

"What's that you got there?" Florence asked, tilting her head to the side curiously.

My dimples made an appearance in my smile as I approached her. I shrugged and brought the jersey out in front of me to show her.

"Just a little something I snagged for you after a game one day," I told her.

Her brown eyes sparkled as she gazed over the shirt with a smile. She took the shirt from my hand and held it up close to her face almost as if she were trying to memorize the stitching of my name.

"Harry, wow. You didn't have to do this. I appreciate the gesture so much though," She said to me with a sincere look in her eyes.

My cheeks reddened and I glanced down at my feet, feeling almost bashful. I felt so out of my character, but seeing Florence smile made it worth it.

"I wanted to do something special for you," I confessed as I stood in front of her, gazing straight into her eyes.

"I promise to wear it tonight for bed when I go home after all this is done," Florence assured me while turning around to set the jersey on my night table.

I stared at her with my head tilted in curiosity until she turned back around to face me. I raised my eyebrows when I saw her coming closer, leaving only a few inches of space between us.

"In the meantime," She started to say before winding her arms around my neck and leaning in until our noses touched, "let me show you how grateful I truly am."

I didn't protest when her lips molded into mine with their feather-like softness. Instead, I let myself relax into her touch and let her lead the kiss for once, curious as to where she'd take things. Little did I know she'd want to go all the way.

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"Say my name," I pleaded, needing her to, as I pressed a kiss to the edge of her jaw, "like I'm the only one who could ever make you feel this good."

"Harry..." Florence hummed in appreciation for me while pressing her hand to the back of my head. Her doe brown eyes watched me trail kisses down her throat, my lips stopping to suck on the skin peeking out above her white collar.

Her head tilted back in a moan, and I felt myself grow harder at the sound.

"I need to get you out of this fücking dress," I groaned, running my hands up and down her wonderful curves. "Turn around for me babe."

Florence did exactly as she was told, pressing her hands to the wall in front of her for support while kicking off her heels. The zipper for her black and white dress was located just below her collar. I grasped the zipper between my fingertips and pulled it down slowly, watching as more and more of her body became revealed to me until the dress pooled at her feet.

The matching black bra and panty set she was wearing didn't go unnoticed. My eyes trailed down her body once she turned around to face me, committing every single detail to memory. The confidence radiating off her smile was sexy as hell and caused me to stir inside my pants.

"How do I look?" Florence teasingly asked, swaying her hips side to side and twirling around for me.

"So good," I replied, sticking out my bottom lip in want. When her back was to me again, my hand delivered a harsh smack to her ass, making her jump in surprise, and I watched it bounce back in awe.

"I can't wait to be inside of you," I confessed while shrugging off my blazer and throwing it across the room.

Florence was quick to help me unbutton my shirt, bringing her lips back up to mine as she did so. She slipped the silky fabric off my torso and lightly squeezed my forearms. My arms encircled her waist as I entered my tongue into her mouth, walking us back to my bed.

I hovered over her body once her back hit the mattress and guided her closer to where the headboard was. My lips attached to the base of her neck, drawing another moan from her mouth as her hand flew to my curls. I sucked on the skin long enough to leave a faint purple mark before kissing down her chest. My hands squeezed over the cups of her bra before skillfully reaching behind her to undo the clasp.

Goosebumps appeared over her skin once I removed the soft material from her chest. Florence stared up at me with desire, guiding one of my hands to her breast. I loved how comfortable she was with expressing her body's needs and desires. I squeezed the supple flesh of her right breast with my hand while enveloping her left nipple with my tongue. When I gently dragged my teeth over her hardened nipple, her head lifted off the bed. Florence sat up slightly, grabbed a fistful of my curls, and brought my lips back to hers in a passionate kiss. Her tongue parted through my lips, and I released a moan against her mouth.

My hand trailed down her smooth stomach until I reached the waistline of her black underwear. I rubbed my index finger over her most sensitive area, inducing another moan from her mouth.

She was nearly breathless when I tugged her panties to the side and applied pressure to her clit. Her lips repeatedly pressed to the underside of my jaw in sensual kisses, and I felt my cöck throb in my pants. After teasing her clit with my index finger in a circular motion for a few minutes, I slipped my index and middle fingers inside, immediately coating myself in her wetness.

"You're pussy's so wet baby," I groaned into her ear while thrusting my fingers in and out of her hole. "It's such a fücking turn on."

"Harry..." Florence moaned, lifting her hips to meet the thrusts of my fingers. "Oh my god."

The longer I kept up my actions, the closer I brought her to orgasm. When I heard the hitch in her breath and saw that her body began trembling, I pulled out my fingers and brought them up to my mouth. I licked them clean as I heard her pant in frustration.

After I removed her underwear, I unbuttoned my trousers and tugged them down my legs, telling her, "I'll let you cüm when I say so." My boxers soon followed and joined the mess of clothes we created on my bedroom floor.

I wrapped my hand around the base of my cöck and gave it a few strokes. I kept thinking about how wet she was right now and pictured how her pussy would be glistening after we fücked. Florence parted her mouth in surprise as she watched my impressive size thicken before her eyes.

I reached in the drawer of the bedside table for a condom and ripped the plastic packaging with my teeth. Just as I was about to remove it from the wrapper, Florence grabbed my hand to stop me. I stared down at her with my eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

She let go of my hand with a nervous smile. "I'm sorry. It's just, I've never actually done this before," Florence admitted shyly.

Her confession didn't strike me as surprising because I kind of expected it, but I wanted nothing more than to reassure her everything was going to be alright.

"It's okay. I'll go slow," I promised her, placing a kiss on her forehead.

I removed the condom from the wrapper and went to roll it on when I felt her hand on mine again. I gazed down at her curiously, trying to figure out what was troubling her.

Her eyes darted between my cöck and the condom in my hand before finding my green ones again. She opened her mouth to speak, but a shaky breath expelled from her lips instead. She shook her head and breathed deeply, looking more determined than ever.

"Let me do it," Florence insisted, taking the condom from my hand and slowly rolling it down my length.

My mouth slightly watered at the sight of her small hand moving along my cock, and I cleared my throat to mask my disappointment when she pulled her hand away.

"Thank you, love," I told her with a smirk. "You ready?"

"Yeah," She confirmed, smiling nervously.

"I promise to be gentle at first," I assured her, hoping it would ease her nerves.

I stroked the head of my cöck against her wet folds a few times before easing it inside, groaning at the tight fit. A wave of pleasure instantly shot up my spine as I kept pushing the head forward, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip at the feel. Florence's jaw dropped open, and her head hit against the pillows as she exhaled deeply. Once I was lodged halfway inside of her, I closed my eyes to relish in the feeling of her tight walls wrapped around me. I let a minute or so pass before I opened my eyes and thrusted the rest of the way inside.

A broken gasp sounded from Florence's lips, and her whole body tensed while her eyes swelled with tears. I peppered light kisses across her face in an effort to distract her from the pain and wiped away any stray tears that managed to roll down her cheek with my thumb. When I saw she finally stopped crying, I shifted my weight on both arms and sucked in a breath when I felt her clench around me.

Fück.

"Can I move yet baby?" I asked her, praying that she'd say yes, so I could give us both some sort of release.

Florence breathed deeply again before gazing up at me with hooded eyes, managing a small nod of the head. I stayed still for a few more seconds to allow her to get comfortable before pulling out to the tip and plunging right back in. She winced in pain this time, but the more I repeated my actions, the less tense her body became. I set a slow rhythm, giving her time to adjust to my size as I gently rolled my hips against hers.

As time passed, the temperature of the room steadily increased. The pain of my initial intrusion was a distant memory and all that existed now was pleasure. Florence rested her hands on my rib cage, toes curling with every single thrust I gave her. Her eyes fluttered closed, and her mouth formed a small 'o' shape when I hit a spot deep inside of her.

"God, you feel incredible," I moaned, not letting up on my stride while pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

I grabbed one of Florence's legs and hitched it around my waist, allowing me to deepen my thrusts. Overtime, my movements became faster as I gained momentum. I slammed into her powerfully, making her breasts bounce and a moan fly from her lips.

"Go faster, Harry. Please," She begged in a needy voice, rolling her hips to meet my thrusts.

I gladly complied. Nothing but the sounds of our flesh rhythmically slapping against each other, the springs in the mattress creaking, and my name fleeing her mouth could be heard. I realized right then and there that I'd much rather hear her voice saying my name over and over again at such a close proximity as opposed to hearing a whole stadium filled with people shouting it at the top of their lungs.

I bit my lip with conviction and intently watched her face as I relentlessly pounded into her. I felt her nails drag across my back, no doubt creating red lines over the flexed muscles. It made me groan and quicken my thrusts. I captured her mouth in a kiss as she wrapped her other leg around my waist, heightening the pleasure for the both of us.

Our tongues battled for dominance, and she proved to be victorious. Her tongue swiped along my bottom lip before circling my mouth again. I gently sank my teeth into her bottom lip and then tugged on it before letting it bounce back in place.

Florence's mouth formed into an oval shape again when I pulled out to the tip and then filled her up again with a single thrust. The more I repeated my actions, the more erratic her breaths became.

"You close?" I asked her, feeling a line of sweat trickle down my spine.

She nodded her head feverishly and gripped my back like her life depended on it. I brought one of my hands down to where we were connected while holding myself up with the headboard and began stroking her clit as I moved in and out of her.

"Oh my god," Florence cried out before biting down on my shoulder to prevent herself from screaming too loud. I could feel her walls pulse around me which it only made me thrust slower, prolonging the inevitable.

"Come all over my cöck. I know you want to. You don't have to fight it anymore baby," I cooed in her ear, lightly nibbling on her earlobe after. I continued to lazily roll my hips until she clamped down on me like a vice.

"Harry!" She shouted, her hips rolling uncontrollably against mine in a wave-like motion due to the intensity of her orgasm.

"Oh, fück. That's it," I released an animalistic groan while my eyes rolled to the back of my head, thrusting in and out of her at a faster rate until I spilled my load into the condom.

My body collapsed on top of hers in exhaustion, and I proceeded to lovingly kiss her neck before pulling out of her and disposing of the condom. Florence's body was still shaking, so I ran my hands up and down her sides to calm her down.

"That was a-amazing," She admitted breathlessly.

I grinned tiredly and lifted my head up from the crook of her neck, so I could press a sweet kiss to her lips. Florence kissed me back tenderly, caressing my cheek with her hand.

"I don't think I'm ever going to get tired of being with you in this way," I confessed against her lips, pulling away slightly so I could gaze deeply into her brown eyes.

A smile stretched across her face at my words, and she stared at me as if I had lit up her entire world. "Me either."

"Do you think people will notice how long we've been missing?" I asked her after releasing a yawn.

Florence's eyes widened in realization once she glanced at the clock on my nightstand and saw that it was 9:40pm. She threw the covers off her naked body and shot up from the bed the fastest I've ever seen a girl move. "Shit, shit, shit..." She repeatedly cursed while putting on her undergarments. "Why aren't you getting dressed?" Florence deadpanned.

"I'm tired. You wore me out," I told her, readjusting my head against the pillows to a more comfortable position. "If my mother asks where I am, tell her I ate too many crab cakes and went to lie down because I had a tummy ache."

"But you're naked!" She exclaimed, pointing at my bare chest since my lower half was covered by the duvet.

"That's nothing new. I always sleep naked," I shrugged while shutting my eyes. "My mum knows that..." I trailed off in another yawn.

Florence huffed as she zipped up her dress and put back on her heels. "I'm going to come back for the jersey later," She told me. I heard her wobble a little bit and peeked open one of my eyes to make sure she didn't knock anything over.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Florence repeated to herself as she stumbled her way towards my bed.

I stared at her with a cocky smirk, taking pride in the fact that the reason she had difficulty walking was because of me. Florence blushed as she lowered her head down to my level, gazing straight into my eyes with a smile. I pressed a hand to the back of her neck and brought her lips down to mine, catching her off guard.

Florence gently cupped my jaw with one of her hands and kissed me back slowly. The kiss only lasted a few seconds longer before she pulled away and gently kissed my forehead.

"Sweet dreams, Harry."

Author's Note:

Hey everyone. I hope you all had a great week. I had my performance yesterday and my voice was fine, but the instrumental music accompanying me kept fading whenever I sang into the mic so I basically did SOTT a capella. Thank you all for the tips you provided to help me get over my cold. I'm performing the song again today though at this American Red Cross Event.

Shoutout to @those4boysilove for all the engaging comments you left on my story. I love reading people's reactions to my work.

Anyway, I definitely gave myself the feels when writing this chapter. I've written smut before, but I think this is my best so far.

Question for my readers: Did this chapter get you all hot and bothered?

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Kaylandia