Her arms felt stiff, and the surfaces beneath her were varieties of uncomfortable. There were lumps and bumps and her arms were extended in a way that made no sense for sleeping. Her hands clenched and the soft silk between her fingers opened her heavy eyelids.

Harry didn't make for a good bed.

Her jolt of realization had been too big a movement for her living mattress to sleep through.

"Hmmm!" His arms extended into the same spots hers had been in moments before. It seemed plenty fulfilling for him though, given the groan of pleasure and shiver of delight that crawled down his body as he kitten stretched. His top to toe movement rippled beneath her, and other morning inevitabilities waved hello.

"Oh!" Slipped out of her mouth in the weak morning light. Elise said it because of his erection against her lower belly. She could say it again to the hazy green eyes that opened at her word.

Instead he did. "Oh?" He brought an arm down and wrapped it to the base of her back, his large hand covering a portion delicious and wide. He pressed her down into him and flexed against her stomach. She suppressed her need to exclaim again, wow.

Her next exhalation sounded more like a whimper. Repression had consequences. He just grinned, like it was perfectly normal for him to be introducing her to his morning wood when they'd done naught but steal a couple of kisses. Strange thing was, it did seem, well, less intimate than the conversation of the night before.

"Morning." He tipped her nose with his, and then gave her an Eskimo kiss. God, he was lovely in the morning. Mussed and gravelly, thick voice like oatmeal and thick cock like steel. "Can I have a kiss hello?"

Elise had lost her voice somewhere in the last few minutes, maybe had talked herself out last night. She'd not told a soul for months about all of her family drama, and here she'd told this boy she'd been stuck with for a week and half, and stuck on as well, the truth. She assumed at great risk, maybe it was self-sabotage? To her shock, he wasn't shying away, he was asking for more of her it seemed. He'd seen her bare emotionally, the rest was a fait accompli, yet unrealized.

She nodded, because words were inadequate and scarce.

Unlike his lips, which were plentiful and generous. They buttoned to her like a shirt saved for and splurged on. He held the pressure and pressed slightly forward until she met his interest. His head lazed to the side and he switched up to attend to her lower lip. Harry nipped lightly and her mouth gaped open. "How do you feel about mornin' breath?" He whispered.

"I mean it's not my favorite, but it's good when both people have it." She assumed. She'd not been in a position to wake up with someone before.

"Good answer." His tongue glided over her bottom lip and she opened to him easily. The slip slide of his muscle against her own had her moaning, the wriggle he added was new to her. She wasn't the girl making out in movie theaters when she was younger. She was playing soccer and taking piano. Very scheduled.

From his moves, she assumed Harry had spent some time in darkened movie houses. Or backstage at any number of venues.

"Hmmmm. I like that sound." His mouth moved over her neck and she made an embarrassing hum of interest. "That one too. Now, next question, how do you feel about morning wood?" He pressed her tighter against their visitor.

"I can't say I have an opinion."

His brow quirked, "Hmm, we should circle back to that." He moved her hips in a circle around the subject of their talk. "I'll just share mine." He kissed her again and she forgot they were talking until he pulled away, a spider's web of saliva connecting them, "I think they shouldn't be wasted. Wanna use it?"

What? Her head was swimming. They'd been dancing around each other for days. Days? God, only ten days, it felt way longer than that, and she was more turned on than she'd ever been. If Harry wanted to have sex with her, she knew she wanted to have sex with him. "Mmmm-hmmm." Was the only yes she could find. She was out of cognitive function, she was raw nerve.

"Right, then." She expected him to start stripping her out of her clothes. He was ready, she could definitely feel,was worryingly aware. He was, well, she didn't know they came in that size. It was making her a little tense. It would fit, but how uncomfortable would it be? Would the relief be worth it?

And then she got tenser, because he wasn't stripping anybody.

Instead he just lingered. Over her mouth, and her jawline, and, god all these places on her neck she'd never even considered. The spot that made her shiver like biting ice cream was behind her ear. Her hair covered it, why would he even try to kiss there? Who would think of it, there is wasn't anything obviously sexy about it ears.

But she was happy for it. It was so sexy, no matter how obscure.

At the meeting of her collarbone, his tongue lapped the bowl like the last morsel of a delicious meal. She wasn't sure who was eating it was so good. His hands were on her low back, and he was holding her still, so she couldn't even move things along. Shouldn't he be inside her already? Her shirt was still on, for god's sake and her shorts had ridden up, the seam right against that place she'd like him to investigate, but it was the most touch she was getting.

"Harry, let's undress. I'm ready."

He lazed his head to the side and blinked his eyes open after a quick nip to the round of her deltoid. "You're ready?" He blinked slow and she swore it hypnotized her.

She nodded her head a tiny bit. "Yeah, yeah. And well," she could feel herself blush. "You feel ready."

He frowned a little. "I'm not ready. Just getting started with you." He rolled his head over the arm of the couch and caught her lips in another languid kiss that tasted like moonlight. "Relax." He humped a little and bit her chin lightly. Elise jolted and he chuckled.

Didn't he need to like hurry up? He appeared to feel no hurry, evidence aside, and he kissed the hell out of her. She was moaning and carrying on from that, when he started to play with her shorts, rubbing up and down where they had ridden up and working them closer to the split in her ass. His fingers were trails of sensation, somewhere between tickle and rub, she wondered if light showed the paths his hands had taken. A tight knot formed between her thighs.

She must be ready. "Harry, please!" She'd found a voice now. She'd had to stop kissing him to say it. He lay his head back to regard her.

His fingers ventured down between her thighs and she sucked in a breath when he circled the opening she expected him to be done with by now based on her experience. "Well," he sounded relaxed as all hell. "You are wet." He slid one finger inside, then another.

"See! Ready." God, now the knot was lower down, getting tighter then relaxing with his rhythm. She was trying to keep still, but it was so hard.

He just frowned at her and spread the wetness from inside to outside, massaging the ring of muscles where she opened slowly, dipping in like he had a month of Sundays to fill. She was pushing back against his hands embarrassingly, and grunting. She knew she was rubbing his dick with her mons too, but even that made no impact.

"Baby," it slipped out. "Can we please have sex now?"

He dimpled up at her in the hazy late morning light. "Baby," the divots got deeper.

"Don't make fun of me." She would have got off him. She wished he would quit fucking around and fuck her, all this talking about it was embarrassing, she wanted to be in a dark safe room, where he couldn't see how him teasing her made her face pink. No dark room was gonna happen, it was clouded morning sunshine and no escape from his bladed talk. She didn't have a chance to escape; he held her in place.

"I'm not. Promise. I like that, baby." Was he calling her baby or explaining what he liked? Her head was swimming and he was still slowly fucking his fingers between her legs like they had nothing else to do.

"Harry," she sighed, mewled, whatever. "Can we please, like. Do it. As you've checked, I'm ready." God her face was as red as her...

"Maybe. Do you have somewhere to be I don't know about?" He didn't give her enough seconds to collect her sense. "I'd like you readier."

"That's not a word!" She was frustrated and ready to touch her damn self to get rid of the ache. She'd never really felt so balanced on a knife edge.

She felt his knees come up behind her. "Sit up," he grinned and slipped his fingers out. "Baby."

"Fuck you."

"In due time."

"I might hit you." She warned.

"Kinky!" He flashed his eyebrows. Elise blushed again.

She listened, and leaned back when his big, fragrant hand pushed her chest where he wanted her to go. He dropped it back down and pushed her loose shorts to the side, slipping his middle and ring finger back inside her. She would have sighed in frustration if it was just a change in configuration and not affairs, but he pressed his palm onto her swollen crux where all the tension in the world had come to live.

She'd needed that pressure badly if her moan was anything to go by. Her eyes popped open when nothing else happened though. Her face must have made a question mark.

"Ride it." He said in answer.

"What?" Her mind boggled and shorted out.

"Ride my hand. You seem frustrated with my pace, I wanna see yours." He flexed his palm and relaxed it in illustration.

It was good, that felt good. But he couldn't possibly expect her to - "No, that's weird, why? Just fuck me."

He didn't reply audibly, just pressed his fingers against a spot inside her that had her grinding down on the second caress.

He used his other hand to bring her down, licked her lips before he spoke, "Ride my hand, love." Jostling his hips to give her an idea, and it felt better than the flex of his hand. And by the second pass of her hips over him, she wanted to move.

And she did. God, he kept rubbing that spot and his palm was perfectly hard against her clit, and fuck she was gonna come. And he wasn't even in her. "Harry, Harry! I'm ready!" She squeezed his fingers from the inside, almost somewhere, out of body probably.

"Yeah, think you are." He took his hand away and she whimpered, but hoped the main event was starting. She had to grab the sides of the couch when his arms slid under her and lifted her up his torso and over his face. He nosed aside her shorts where they drooped and inhaled. "Almost." He said, she felt more than heard it, and he licked her lips, and her opening, and between the folds, and everywhere but where she wanted.

He'd started so fast she didn't even have a chance to ask him what the fuck that move was, some sort of elevator advancing her to a high. But that thought took a backseat to sensation when he got his tongue around her clit.

Her hand was in his hair, he groaned lushly zwhen she pulled at it. The fabric of the couch was bulging between her the fingers on her other hand and his directions to ride it had carried over from his hand to his face.

"Oh my god." She trembled from her tail bone to her eyebrows. "Harry." He'd latched onto the hood of her clit and was licking it in rhythm with her stride. An occasional duck as punctuation. "Holy fuck!" She seized up, he caught her before all her weight collapsed on his head. She was done for and, when he nosed at her and nuzzled until she pushed his head away he spoke.

"Wanna go upstairs now. You're ready."

Ready? She was fairly certain she was done. Done for.

He didn't really wait for an answer, just stood and hitched her up his gray clad hips. The kisses he shared with her and planted over her neck convinced her she wasn't finished. On the stairs he took pause from kissing her and wrapped a strong forearm under her ass while holding the railing on their way up. He rubbed obscenely over the wet cloth of her shorts on the first step. Her sound of approval slipped out.

"Oh sorry!" He genuflected like he meant it. "Here, wouldn't want to jolt you." He smirked on step two and lifted her 3 inches and let her drop with each remaining step. Her interest was entirely renewed by the top of the stairs before he got back to that spot behind her ear with his mouth.

"Jesus, Harry!" Her neck muscles went soft and he nipped her chin and lavished affection there until his knees made a thump like a car resting at a stop
sign.

The down comforter greeted her with an exhalation of air when he tossed her down. He was smiling when her eyes opened and she noticed that more than the way he was stripping her shorts off. He was an ode, so joyful. She did give a care for her shorts though. After all the pulling and moisture she wondered for a moment if they'd get back into shape after a wash.

The thought lasted as long as it took for her to realize Harry's hands had found her waist and were pushing the sweatshirt up off her torso, off her arms, over her neck, free from her head. And then she was naked, and he was still in his sweat pants above her. She flexed her stomach muscles to sit up and dipped her fingers into the saggy waistband to help the fabric let go of the places she wanted to see.

That may have been a bad idea.

Her eyes had immediately cut down, she'd had to use a finger to ease the waistband over, well, his dick, where it had been holding the pants up, like a tent. The tip was velvety and wet against her finger, and it was sultry, especially with the soundtrack of Harry's moans in the background.

She made some noise too, when she got her eyes on him, though she was not able to get her head around him. Elise was sure she would have lots of trouble getting any part of her body around him.

But she wanted to try.

She bit her lip and looked up at him through her lashes.

He looked shy, but smug and it was such an endearing expression that she sighed.

His hand slipped between her naked thighs and his mouth connected to her as he guided her back perpendicular to his big headboard. The fingers felt like overkill, but he may have convinced her that it was important she was ready. Or maybe the sight of him, thick and hard, lent credence.

It had never been that important before, but this was already her best experience by far. His thumb circled over her clit and his fingers pressed against the money spot he'd located inside, and shit, she might come again before he was even inside her.

"I need you inside of me," she whispered.

This seemed to exhaust him, he took his lips from her mouth and pressed his forehead to her shoulder. His breath cascaded over her nipples.

"Gonna fight me all the way." He shook his head a little, but didn't stop his hand. "Let me do this right."

She was trembling a little. "Harry, I don't..." could she say this out loud. "I don't need, to like, cum again. Don't you need anything? Aren't you hurting?" She got her hand around him, and it didn't ease her anxiety or appetite.

"Fuck." He whispered. He must be dealing with the same hunger. "It doesn't hurt, not really, don't believe that shit. And I clearly need you. But it's important to me, you, your pleasure."

She laughed at the current situation, their mouths were close enough for him to swallow her laugh and give her breath back, their hands were busy below and they were both panting, but they were arguing about pacing. "You've already made me come more than anyone but myself."

He looked offended. "You should always come first. Makes it better for everybody. No more sleeping with wankers." He stopped talking abruptly.

"Alright Mr. Miyagi. I'll make sure to remind you of that next time." Oh shit, did she overstep? Would there be a next time? Was this a beginning? Or a one off? He was grinning.

"I'll show you every time." He pulled his hand out and pressed his thumb to her mouth. She opened unconsciously and sucked it, humming over his exhale. "Now hush." That was easy with his thumb muffling her noises.

Harder when he used his newly wet hand to pet her until she was back to trembling, harder, until she stilled, again, then pushed him away and grunted with overstimulation.

Her own hand had totally quit the job it began below his forgotten waistband. When her breath came back, Elise tried to put it back to work. His wet fingers wrapped around her wrist, let her complete one stroke. "Stop, remember. We gotta use it."

That conversation felt like hours ago.

He pressed her back with his body weight and she could feel him against her wetness, heavy and delicious.

"Shit, sorry, but excuse me...condom."

She almost laughed at his manners in this moment though she supposed he'd been very gentlemanly about the entirety of their fuck. She almost covered herself up, but his gentle frown stopped her.

He looked her up and down before rolling the condom over the gorgeous erection he offered her. He slipped his fingers back between her legs, and used her gnerous arousal to wet his cockhead.

"Ready, beautiful?" He finally asked her.

If she wasn't by now she didn't think she would ever be.

She wasn't though. Wasn't ready for the stroke that must have seated him nearly fully into her. She tightened up and groaned. His hand in her hair and gentle brush of lips at her temples let her relax enough for another inch. He must be in by now.

She was wrong, but the long lulling attention he gave to her mouth and jaw and neck let the rest of him, the other half, in.

Harry stayed still for a minute, checked her over, felt her up, with that ridiculous patience of his, until she moved her own hips.

Elise had thought every day in his house she had encountered her favorite thing to do in quarantine with Harry Styles. She'd been wrong each time.

But she just hadn't been ready.