The Black Swan | Reposted

Chapter 49 - A Morning to Remember (Mature)

Waking up to the weekend with Harry Styles wrapped around me like silk was... incredible.

The sun streamed in the windows of my little apartment, his head was on my tank top that had gotten pushed up. His arms held my thighs, my legs hooked around him, fingers knotted in his hair. He was holding me so tight, even in his dreams. The comfort I found in that was incredible. Things felt so different, intimate... special. Walls and doors felt like they were so open and airy, letting me really be with him.

I blinked a few times, starting to roll his hair between my fingers. I heard him moan.

"Morning," I whispered. His lips opened and closed, I felt his hot breath on my stomach. I felt his lashes tickle my warm skin. I ran my hands down his hair to his shoulders and I gently scratched his back. He let go of a happy sigh, it made me smile. "Lazy bones," I teased after a half hour of him not even move, just me scratching. I retracted my hand.

"Don't, don't stop,"

"Move up higher," He slid up, still holding me, still cradling my torso. His head rested on my chest and I slid my hands in bigger motions, rolling them up and down over his skin. He sighed, seeming so pleased.

"I like... I like starting the day like this."

I smiled at his shockingly sweet confession. "Harry? Have... have you ever had someone take care of you like last night, like this, someone to cuddle with?"

"No."

"Do I matter?" the words came out a whisper. "More than the other girls, all the other girls?"

"You're different."

"That doesn't make me feel any better if I'm being truthful."

"It's not a bad different, I didn't say it was a bad different."

"You didn't answer."

"I... I don't want to say any of that kind of stuff."

"I don't want to leave." I said softly, knowing he was so scared of that. He didn't answer, he didn't say anything. He abruptly sat up.

"Your turn."

I smiled up at him and pushed his curls back. I flirtatiously took my pajama top off, my bare chest in front of him. I rolled, feeling him latch his knees on either side of me. I sighed at the feel of his strong hands brushing my hair back, and glide them down my warm skin.

"Your skin is like porcelain,' he said so softly.

"Is that good?"

"Pure."

I took that as a yes? He kept going. I felt him kiss my spine, making my eyes roll, and he inched slowly down my back till the hem of my underwear. He worked his way back up, his hands moving to my sides, scratching their gently. I let out a moan. He moved up to my ear.

"Touch yourself," he whispered. I froze.

"N-No, what, are you insane?"

"Do it," he ran his hands down the backs of my arms. "Odette you have to know your body, you... I want to watch, I want to see you." his voice was so dark and seductive. We went from weak crying Harry to wannabe macho Harry, to sweet, gentle cuddly Harry to the Sex God all in a few hours?

"I want you to understand yourself." He slid my panties down; I heard them crumble to the floor. "You have the cutest ass."

"What?" I blushed.

"It is," he ran his hands down it. "You have a freckle, right there," he pushed on the spot and I flushed. "I want you to do this for me."

"Why?"