⚠warning sexual scene⚠

A few weeks later...

Ariana had just come back from Rachel as they did a little grocery shopping together, they haven't had girl time in a few weeks, even if it was grocery shopping, they still got to hang out. Ariana helped Rachel place the bags on the island bench before opening the pantry door.

"Is it okay if I leave you to it, Ariana? I need to speak with Louis," Rachel asked.

Ariana peered her head out of the pantry and smiled, "Of course Rachel. Thank you for today. We need an actual girl day soon."

Rachel smiled, "We do." With that, Rachel left Ariana alone to fill up the pantry.

She pushed her brown hair behind her ears, trying to focus on stacking food in the pantry. Ariana hummed to herself, pushing the cans on the shelf. She looked at the can in her hand smiling at the cute little cartoon on it. She placed in on the shelf, heating it up so it was easy to see what was inside. She stepped out of the pantry where she began to fill the fruit bowl in the middle of the dining room table with fruit.

"Oh!" she dropped an apple on the floor, surprised by the sudden intruder.

"Sorry," Harry chuckled, "Did I startle you?"

Ariana shook her head as he knew full well he did, "Can I get you anything?" She was right there and if he needed something she could get it for him.

Harry shook his head, "Just checking Princess, I've been so busy lately with this Detective and finding Dimitri, he was lucky enough to escape," his eyes continued to gaze at her.

Ariana felt the warms spread from her face to her chest, the inescapable sensation of breathlessness rushing through her, she hoped that Harry wouldn't notice.

"How is school going now? Are you alright about being back? I know it's been a few weeks since the accident? How is the new principal? Giving you any trouble?" Harry asked Ariana a bunch of questions, he needed to make sure.

He knew he hadn't seen her for a while, he is gone before she wakes up and home when she's asleep, it was hard but Ariana understood why but she didn't also miss him too. Who wouldn't?

Harry leaned against the island bench, watching as Ariana organised the food in alphabetical order. It was cute how she did this, that way she and everyone knew where everything was.

"It's alright, I know you want to find Dimitri," Ariana said before sighing, "School is okay, I think they said next week is when Principal Gibbs will be leaving and Principal Cornerstone will arrive."

Harry nodded, he ran a hand through his hair before he helped Ariana put away the rest of the groceries.

"By the way that is a beautiful sundress" Harry smirked as he tugged on it a little. "Where did you get it? I love it because it shows off your beauty."

He only asked because they hadn't been shopping lately, Ariana giggled a little and looked up at him, "Well I kind of brought it with your credit card. So you brought it for me."

Harry chuckled, "Did I? Well, it's a wonderful pick."

She shook her head with a laugh before finishing putting the groceries away. Harry grabbed the empty bags placing them in the bin, "I've missed seeing your face, Ariana. I've missed you. I'm sorry I've been so busy."

She sighed, looking up at Harry, "It's fine Harry. I know you are busy. The mafia is your job and that comes first, I need you to have a clear head when you do things like rob banks or kill someone because if you slip up. It will end you."

Harry rubbed his forehead with his left hand as he stared at his princess, "Ariana, you are my priority. Keeping you safe is my main concern."

Harry moved closer to her, his hand gently caressing her shoulder. Ariana felt rooted to the spot, his touch sending a shiver of pleasure through her stomach.

Ariana found herself looking up at Harry, staring into his deep eyes. The urge to kiss him began clawing through her stomach, the need spreading through her like a tidal wave, surging through her body, screaming for him. he trailed his hand from her shoulder to cup her cheek, drawing his thumb over her bottom lip.

The sensation drew tingles from her lips to her toes. The little caress had done nothing to calm her desire for him, she could feel heat pooling between her thighs. She felt her mouth part, a little gasp escaping. That seemed to be invitation enough because the next moment Harry had leant down and brought his lips to cover hers, moving them ghostlike against hers.

Ariana could practically hear her heart leap from her chest - his gentle mouth causing all manner of chaos to shoot throughout her body. She brought her hands to his chest, gripping onto his shirt as if it were the only way to anchor herself against this onslaught of pleasure. It felt perfect, beyond perfect, the way his mouth moved over hers, the way his tongue teased her, stole her breath. She felt like she was going combust if he didn't touch her more.

Blissfully his hand delved into her dress, thumbing her nipple, stroking her until she thought she might expire on the spot. She knew she was moaning incoherently as he continued to tease her with his mouth and hands, and probably would have been embarrassed if she'd been more sane and less like a blithering pool of lust.

Ariana wanted so desperately to have him inside her, on top of her, consuming her. Her hands seemed to have a mind of their own too, reaching forward to feel the muscles in Harry's chest, unbuttoning his shirt, exploring the taut, smooth skin which lay underneath. She took her exploration down further, smoothing her hand over the top of his trousers, unfastening them and reaching into his pants. She felt him shudder at her exploratory touch, murmuring against her mouth, begging for more.

She felt powerful, seductive that he was so moved by her ministrations, and also glad because she was determined to touch him the same way he had touched her the previous week.

Harry pulled down her dress and leaned forward to put one of her breasts in his mouth, arching her against him. She knew she was pleading with him, begging for his touch, as his hot mouth moved between her breasts. His lips and tongue teased her until both nipples stood rigid and hard.

Harry pushed her up to sit on the kitchen bench and came to stand between her legs, pulling Ariana's mouth back down to his for another heated kiss. Ariana could feel his hands trailing to the hem of her panties and found herself watching dumbfounded as he pushed it down, hands caressing her thighs. She knew she squeaked in surprise when the next moment he leant down, burying his face between her thighs and inhaled. Ariana didn't even care to protest. All she could focus on was the need which seemed to pulse from between her legs and vibrated all over her.

"I need to taste you," he murmured, kissing her covered mound.

Ariana moaned as she could feel his hot breath against her lips. Harry leaned forward, tongue darting out to lick her aching pussy gently.

Ariana gasped both horrified and excited. When she got passed the embarrassment of having a man explore her in such a way, she was surprised by how good it felt, in fact how the softness of his tongue was infinitely better than fingers.

Ariana knew that people did this, it wasn't like she'd never seen a sex scene in films or talked to friends. The experience was beyond anything she'd imagined, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of pleasure.

Ariana couldn't stop herself from wriggling underneath Harry, hips bucking against his mouth as his attentions grew more steady and persistent. The pleasure rolled through her like something powerful and she spread her legs wider, thrusting against him faster. She could hear little breathy moans echoing off the walls of the kitchen and realised it was coming from her.

"Please," Ariana begged, desperate for release.

Harry pulled up, replacing his mouth with his cock and pushing inside her gently but firmly. She didn't even have time to tense in surprise but rather felt something inside her give and stretch to accommodate him. It was a bit of an odd feeling to have him inside her, but not unpleasant.

Ariana had thought sex for the first time would be far more painful, but in reality, it felt more than she was being stretched and pushed. There was slight discomfort, but nothing monumentally traumatic.

Harry brought her up against his chest, wrapping his arms around her waist as he pushed himself further into her until he was fully inside of her. Ariana brought her own arms around his neck, trying to anchor herself against him.

He thrusted in and out slowly at first, bringing a hand down to gently caress the little nub between her legs. She felt the familiar pleasure begin to surge again through her body, his tender strokes replacing the discomfort of being stretched.

Harry leaned down to kiss her, and she tasted herself on his lips. Soon they were moving frantically against each other, the table groaning against the movement between them, and Ariana could feel herself climbing further and further towards her own orgasmic release.

Had anyone been passing the kitchen at that moment, there would be no doubt in their minds what was going on in there. The noises she was making and the sounds of their skin slapping together were echoing around the little room as they moved against each other desperately.

Finally, Ariana felt herself clenching, practically vibrating. She convulsed around him reaching her climax, her body sagging against his as she reached orgasm. Harry seemed to speed up, evidently encouraged by her own release, and soon she felt his liquid warmth fill her.

Ariana felt so right, so complete in that moment and marvelled how different it was to have someone inside of her, rather than just simply being touched.

Harry held her against him, his arms wrapped around her waist, head leaning over her shoulder as they recovered from the exertion.

She realised he was whispering in her ear, murmuring over and over again, "You're so perfect, Princess." The words filled her with delight.