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Harry's P.O.V

Fuck I love New York. I always forget how much I love being here, until I'm back again. I feel more in control here. I actually have an office space I can use and I'm in a time zone that works well for communicating between all of the other hotel branches. It all just works here, sometimes I wonder why I left in the first place.

"We're here Mr Styles" my driver Ed says to me as he pulls up to the curb. I thank him quickly before climbing out and entering the restaurant. Holly, one of my mates from last night, has organised for us all to go out to lunch. We had quite the night last night, Robbie and James both got apocalyptically pissed so I would be surprised if either of them showed up.

I spot Holly waiting at a small table and make my way over to her, she spots me as I approach and grins widely, standing up to greet me.

"Look at you, on time and everything" She tells me with mock enthusiasm. She has a drastically different look now than she did last night. Her blonde hair now sits up in a high bun while her gray pencil skirt is much longer than the green dress she was wearing last night at dinner. She must be working today, though I guess real estate agents work whenever they can, especially in New York.

"I pride myself on being good with my time. The others can't be far away, I think we are going to need a bigger table" I reply looking down at the small corner table she has been sitting at. She tilts her head to the side and sits back down in her chair anyway.

"No it should be fine. It's just going to be us two for lunch, if that's alright. I just don't feel like we had a good chance to chat last night you know?" She replies with a sweet smile, almost sickly sweet. I've got to hand it to her, she's clever to get me here in that way. She must have known that if she had asked for a one on one lunch I probably would have made up an excuse, which I now have to.

"Sure that's fine, but I can't stay long" I say politely and sit down in the chair opposite her. A perky keen eyed waitress wonders over with a set of menus, I wave away the one with food options and order myself a beer. I think I'll be needing alcohol to get through this lunch.

"It's been a while, since we did a one on one" Holly leans forward in her chair slightly once the waitress disappears. I nod my head.

"Must be about six months or so, so yeah a while" I shrug, thinking back it was probably during my last trip to New York that I last saw her, just a couple of weeks before I met Elena.

"Has business been good?" She asks with thinly veiled interest. I know that she is mildly interested, but only because I have money not because she is actually concerned or fascinated by what I do.

"Busy, but good. Real estate good?" I ask. Social convention, I don't really care to be honest. Holly and I were never good at the talking, we are both very selfish people, good at talking about ourselves but not good at taking an interest in others. I'm hoping I've made a change with regards to that, but it seems Holly hasn't.

"Oh it's been great. Business has really taken off for me, my old boss gave me these new build apartments that I had to sell, didn't think I could do it. But I proved the old bastard wrong and sold them all in record time. Did so well I got his job and they demoted him to another office on Rhode Island" Her eyes light up as she recounts her triumphs. Jesus is this what I sound like to other people?

"Congrats" I say, feigning interest. Her smile grows wider at my words as she traces the rim of her half empty wine glass with her finger. There's some sort of ulterior motive about why she wanted to get me here, I just haven't figured out what it is yet.

"So, you're moving back over here then?" Holly asks as she raises the glass of wine back up to her lips, referencing the conversation I had at the dinner table last night.

"I didn't say I was moving back, I said I was thinking about it" I correct her. It's true in a way, being back here does remind me of how great it feels to be in New York. It's like London but better weather, more access to my businesses and less obligation to see my family so often. The main offices are here in New York, I have the most hotels in the US, moving back here just seems like a good option. Except for a few things holding me back at home.

"Well, when you do come back, we can see about starting us up again" She purrs as she places her wine glass back down, batting her eyes at me. I shake my head with a muted smile.

"We haven't been an 'us' in a long time Holly" I remind her. It must have been about 5 years since we broke up, right before I moved back to London. And even when we were together it was never a permanent thing, we both slept with other people but we never talked about it. With seemingly perfect timing, the waitress arrives and delivers me my beer. I take a grateful swig.

"It's not like we've been apart for very long, every time you come back to New York you invite me over to your place" she informs me. She's thought about this, she must have started thinking about it when we met up with the whole gang last night. She's not wrong, normally when I plan a trip to New York I let her know so that we can hook up. But that's all it is, a meaningless hook up. And I haven't done it this time, and I'm not going to.

"Look we have fun sometimes, but not anymore. I'm seeing someone" I tell her, she seems thrown off by my answer. She sits back in her seat for a moment, furrowing her brow before she regained her composure. It feels weird talking about Elena like this, because she's not just someone to me, she means a lot to me actually.

"And I know what that means. That means you have someone that you're currently fucking. And since you didn't bring them with you, well I won't tell if you don't" Her poker face returns as she reaches her hand over and places it on my thigh. I shake my leg to let her hand fall back to her side.

"I'm not interested Holly, not because I don't want to cheat on her, but because I have no desire to fuck you" I tell her bluntly. Blunt and brutal was always the way to get through to her. She doesn't like to beat around the bush, that's why it was always easy to just invite her around to my penthouse when I get to New York. I didn't have to pretend to take her out to dinner and proposition her, it was easy. But now things are different, I'm not attracted to her like I used to be.

"I think you've perhaps forgotten how much fun I can be" She replies, attempting to coax me back to her apartment with memories of fun times. And it was fun, I'm not going to deny that we had fun. But that was then, and this is now.

"I haven't forgotten. I'd just rather talk to her on the phone than have sex with you. If I had it my way she'd be here" Blunt, but true. I talked to her just this morning. I'm glad she did well on that bloody test, seeing as though it was the only reason why she isn't here with me right now. I could only have imagined the look on Hollys face if I had brought Elena here with me to her planned one on one lunch date. I've been hovering by my phone waiting for her to send me a photo before she goes on her night out, I keep checking it before leaving it to sit out on the table. Rude I know, but I'm rude.

"But she's not here" Holly points out with a ring of superiority. As if it's a competition and she's taken the lead just by showing up. But in reality with regards to my feelings towards both of these women, Elena is unbeatable.

"Doesn't make any difference. Thanks for the offer though" I say smugly. I can practically see her suppressing her eye roll as I rebuff her offer of a hook up.

"Well what about when you move to New York, will she be joining you?" She purses her lips together, trying a new tactic of trying to edge her out. I scoff before I take another sip of my beer. How I was ever able to tolerate this woman before? Though I guess I never listened to her much back then anyway.

"Once again, I don't have any current plans to move" I correct her again, growing impatient. Holly never used to be the type to play mind games, especially not with me. I was in control. We weren't ever really together because I refused to put a label on our relationship, never wanted her to get too attached. I kept her dangling, and I guess that was cruel. Now that I'm back I suppose she's trying to dig her claws in and get what she thinks she wants and deserves.

"But would she? Would she move with you?" She poses the question, and I don't quite know how to answer it. I go with my gut.

"I-I don't know. Maybe she would" I say confidently, I've always been pretty good at lying through my teeth, this is no exception. I sincerely doubt that at this point in time Elena would consider picking up her life and moving it to New York. She would only have me here, and though that sounds great to me I can imagine that sounds like a bit of a nightmare to her. I can be a bit of a nightmare sometimes.

"Is that the girl, the one on your lock screen?" Holly asks gesturing to my dark phone sitting on the table.

I illuminate the screen to see the photo I saved there a few nights ago. It's a side profile photo of her when we were in Paris, I don't even know if she knew I was taking it. Her long brown hair falls into curls around her as she lifts her head up to look at the bright sparkling lights of the Eiffel Tower. We ended up walking past them multiple times, but she always wanted to stop and stare for a moment when they were lit up. I could see the reflection on the lights in her deep brown eyes when we were standing there, and I knew in that moment that I didn't want to forget how beautiful she looked. So I took a photo, and call me a sap but I really like looking at it.

"Yes it is" I reply. "Her names Elena" I briefly mentioned her last night to the table of people, I steered the conversation away when the wolf whistling and hollering began.

"She's young" Holly states. She must have seen the photo at some point last night.

"She's not that young" I lie. Why would I tell her how old my girlfriend is, it's none of her business after all.

"Come on Harry who are you kidding, you need someone who's grown up and mature. A woman who knows what she wants and knows who she is. Now I bet someone nice and young is lots of fun, but it's not long term. You're a smart man, you know that" Holly says with renewed sense of confidence. I lean all the way back in my seat and shake my head.

"I'm not kidding anyone. My relationship is none of your god damn business. I'm sorry if you thought that we were going to end up together but that was never going to happen. We are bad for each other Holly, we always were we just didn't see it. But now I think we are both old enough to see that what we were doing wasn't healthy. I'm happy now, I'm sorry if you're not" I quickly take out my wallet and toss a couple of bills onto the table and get up, quickly walking out of the restaurant, eager to put as much distance between this figure from my past as possible.

I walk around the shops for a while before I call Eddie to pick me up and take me back to my apartment. I've walked around for a decent amount of time, even managed to pick up a new charm for Elena's bracelet. It's only when I've climbed into the car so I feel the buzzing in my jacket pocket.

- Elena 🌻 would like FaceTime -

"Hello bub" I greet her as her face appears on my screen after I accept the call and plug in my headphones. When her face becomes clearer, I can see she is walking through a house before closing a door behind her.

"Hi! How are you?" She looks up at the camera and gives me a wide grin. Her hair is slightly curled into loose waves and she flicks it over her shoulder as she talks to me.

"I'm alright. You look amazing baby" I tell her as she holds the phone arms length apart and slightly above her head for a moment or two. Even with her make up on, I can still see that there is a definite blush forming because of my words. I enjoy making her blush, telling her the things that I know she's always wanted to hear. She deserves to hear them.

"Thank you, I got this the other day so I'm hoping it will be alright for a party" the camera flips around to show her in a full length bathroom mirror. Her slim legs are on full display in a little pink jumpsuit that hugs her waist and her chest. Even through the slightly grainy screen, I can feel my pants tightening somewhat as she twirls around in the mirror. She looks stunning, and I know that she can see it. The girl that I first met would never behave like this, showing off her outfit and feeling proud of her body. I hope that's some of my influence rubbing off on her.

"You look amazing, maybe you should take John into the club with you so that he can fight all the boys off of you" I say with a smirk, though I'm only half kidding. I can picture it now; Elena dancing and having a great time with her friends before a group of men descend on her, eager to take a part of what is mine. Elena's too nice to tell them to fuck off, but I pay John enough for him to sometimes be the bad guy.

"Don't be silly! I'll stick with the girls I promise" She lets out a giggle as she promises me before the camera flips back around to show her face. Her head tilts to the side as she stares up into the camera. Fuck I want to be there; those eyes, I'd take her right there in that bathroom and relish her moans echoing off of the tiles.

"Harry? Did we lose the connection?" Elena mumbles as she taps on the screen. She must have said something that I didn't reply to, too busy fucking her in my head.

"No sorry I'm here bub, you say something?" I let out a slight cough as I watch her eyes roll upwards. She must know where my head was at, surprised I wasn't drooling.

"I said how was the rest of your day?" She asks sweetly. Well the rest of my day turned out to be a meeting, a trip to the gym and an ambush from an ex romantic partner so quite the eventful day.

"Not much, I had a meeting a couple of hours ago" I shrug my shoulders. I'm not an idiot, there's no way I'm telling her about Holly. She'd flip out, I know she would.

"And what have you been up to since then?" She asks. I'm a brilliant liar, I always have been even though I like to phrase it in a way that just makes me good at telling people what they want to hear. It's lying, and I'm great at it. But I find it hard with Elena, I feel like she can almost see through me. Like I'm on display with the answer written on my forehead. And I know she's big on trust and honesty.

"Walked around the city for a bit, took in the sites. I wish you were here" It's not technically lying, and some things are better left unsaid. My words have the correct effect, a sweeping grin spreading across her face.

"Yeah I kinda wish I was too" She tells me in a slightly quieter voice. The car pulls over and I climb out and begin walking into the high rise building towards the bank of elevators.

"Then let me book you a flight. Your test is finished, you can come over here and be with me. You'd love New York" I say quickly as soon as she finishes speaking. I sound a little bit pathetic, but after everything that happened with Holly I'm more desperate to have her here than I was before. Not because I'm scared that I'll be tempted to take Holly up on her offer, it just gave me an unpleasant reminder of what my life used to be like. I don't want those memories to taint New York, I'd much rather make new memories here with her.

She gives me a loud sigh and tilts her head to the side slightly. "Harry I can't I'm sorry. I would only be there for like two days and I'm too nervous to fly there on my own. I'm sorry, but maybe once school is done for the year you can take me"

Does that mean when she's done for Christmas or at the end of the school year in like May? That would be stretching to the end of the six month contract. Honestly fuck that contract, I hardly agree with any of the things I first wrote on there anyway. Now all the things I wrote down in there I want her to do because that's what she chooses to do, not because I told her to. I used to worry that as soon as the contract was over she was going to just leave, but ever since she asked me to stop paying her I no longer think that will happen. I had to actively try and stop myself from feeling certain ways because I wasn't sure that she would stay, but now that I know that she is, I can let myself feel however the fuck I want about her.

"I know, just wish you were here now" I sound like a fucking sap. Maybe if she came here and she loved it, she would want to move here with me. I'm pretty sure I could convince her that this is the place to be.

"I miss you too, you'll be alright. A few more days then you'll be back home" She gives me a slight pout as she speaks. I don't know if I directly said that I miss her, but I should have. I do miss her, I fucking want her here. I don't miss my apartment back in London, my 'home'. I miss her, she feels more like home than anything else I've ever really known.

"Yeah you're right, god I want to rip that outfit right off of you" I say with a smirking grin. Now that I'm back in my apartment alone I can say that shit that I've wanted to say to her the whole time. Elena erupts into giggles and covers her eyes with her hand for a moment or two.

"Harry..." She begins to warm me, but I can tell she likes it.

"Don't you wish I was there, making you feel good?" The blush and endearing smile on her face gives me her answer already, but I want to hear the words.

"Yeah, of course I do" she mumbles quietly, staring up at the camera. I'm about to suggest she gives me a little show over the phone when I can hear muffled voices over the other end. Elena laughs and yells back to them. "Okay I'm coming!"

"You're leaving?" I ask, a little disappointed.

"Yeah the Uber is here for us. We took some photos earlier I'll send them through to you. Have a good night" She promises as she fixes her hair in the bathroom mirror, still holding the phone at arms length.

"Okay then, be safe and make sure that John giv-"

"Gives me a ride home I got it. I promise. Maybe find some time to relax and have some fun?" She suggests as she opens the bathroom door and starts walking through the unknown apartment. She's always so anxious about me working too much and not having enough time to stop and enjoy myself, it's very sweet really even if it is unnecessary.

"Will do baby, have fun tonight" I lift up my hand and wave to her and give her a grin. She returns the wave and the connection goes dead. Does it kill me that she's going out to a club while I'm thousands of miles away and can't go and get her if she's in trouble? Of course it does, but it's my fault that she's going without me. Though I swear to every deity that if anybody in that club crosses a line I'll hunt them down and split them in half. Normally my anger is very in check, but when it comes to her I feel like I'd burn the whole world to the ground if she needed me to.

My phone buzzes on my knee a few moments later with a collection of photos. Six girls altogether getting ready for their night out, lord knows why she thought I would want the group shots when she hides herself at the back with just her head popping out. One really catches my eye, a solo shot of her in what seems to be a candid moment. Her makeup and hair is all finished as she moves past the camera, giving it a wide grin whilst clutching a can of Diet Coke to her chest. She's caught off guard, but she's so fucking beautiful. I should fucking be there; showing her off to all of her friends, doting on her, making sure no other guy at the club gets any ideas. Or she should be here, coming to meet all of my New York friends; showing Holly that I'm very happy without her, considering moving here with me one day. We shouldn't be apart, it's unnatural.

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"What do you mean they aren't ready? They've had two months to get ready for this meeting and you're telling me now that they aren't ready?" I fume at my assistant Mary as she pokes her head into my office. It's not her fault, but i can't yell at the guilty party so this will have to do for now.

"Uh I don't know why sir, they've just said that they will be ready next week if they can reschedule?" She suggests timidly. This is the last meeting I have before I can go back to London, and now it's not even happening. Fucking typical.

"I'm not extending my trip I have other business to attend to back in London. They'll have to do it through Skype" I huff. I don't really have things back home to rush back to. The hotel is running smoothly back home, but I have a few charity things I could attend. There's also the matter of Elena to get back to.

"I'll let them know and organise a time for you next week. Are you um, leaving?" She says as I stand up and place my phone and laptop away.

"Yes. Get me on the next flight back to London." I reply as I breeze past her. I'm pissed off that I've spent the last day waiting for this meeting when it isn't going to happen so I'm getting out of here as fast as possible.

Once in the car downstairs I take out my phone with the intention of telling Elena that I'm on my way back. But I decide against it, maybe I can surprise her instead. I've talked to her a bit since she had her night at the club on Saturday, she seemed to have a good time despite the fact that John picked her up at midnight and she had only had a few drinks. She even woke up the next day with a little hangover, so adorable. It will be nice to surprise her, hopefully she'll be happy that I'm back. What if she's not happy that I'm back?

My phone buzzes:

New York assistant: "Hi Mr Styles, you're booked on the next flight back to London. The plane boards in 4 hours, I've attached your ticket below. Mary"

When the car arrives back at the apartment I quickly throw all of my things into my bag, change out of my suit and head straight back down to the car. Traffic will probably be bad at this time of day and I'm not in the mood to miss my flight. My phone starts to ring again, I'm about to press ignore fearing that it's for sure my assistant telling me that my meetings back on when I check the caller ID.

-Elena 🌻 would like FaceTime-

I eagerly accept the call after making sure that my headphones are connected.

"Hello bub" I say happily as the screen connects and I see her face. Her hair is tied up into a long ponytail and she doesn't appear to be wearing any makeup. She's holding the phone at a slightly tilted angle so I can see her university building slowly disappearing behind her. She must have just had a class or something.

"Hi! You look handsome" she says cheerfully as she looks straight into the camera. I look down at my attired, I've changed into a plain white T-shirt and some black pants hoping to get a bit of rest on the flight.

"Thank you love" I reply. She likes seeing me out of my suits, I'll have to remember that. "How's your day going?"

"It's going okay. I just had class and it was so boring I nearly fell asleep and I'm just on my way to work, how are things for you?" She asks. It does bother me somewhat that she got one of her jobs back, she doesn't need to work at all now that she has me. I get that she's doing it because she doesn't want to rely on me for money or whatever but it makes me weird. The only thing I've really been able to offer women is sex and financial stability, in the emotional department I've always been severely disappointing. Now that she doesn't appear to need me for money anymore, what's to stop her from taking off the next time I fuck up?

"Yeah yeah it's okay, long day" I shrug as I lean my body against the car door, holding my forehead in my hand as the arm is propped up against the window.

"You look tired babe you should get some rest" Elena says quietly as a frown washes over her face. She's right, I am tired. But I'm always tired, have been for the last seven years. When it's coupled with annoyance and stress, it starts to really show. Come on Harry, a couple more hours and you'll be back home.

"I am, I'm going to get some rest back at my apartment" I lie. I do want to tell her that I'm coming back home just to see the look on her face, but I somehow think it will be better in person. Through the phone, I see her climbing onto a bus and sitting down in the likely sticky, smelly seats.

"You poor thing, you sure you're okay?" She sounds concerned. Honestly I am okay, mostly. After these last few days I really feel like New York is where I need to be, that I'm going to have to make the move within the next year or so if I want to implement all the ideas that I have. But how the fuck do I move to New York now that I have what I have in London?

"Of course love I'm fine" I nod my head. She doesn't seem convinced, but she's not about to give me a talk on my mental health on a public bus.

"Alright if you're sure. Just wanted to see how you were going, tell you that I miss you..." She trails off towards the end as the smile rises on my lips. Calling just to check in, that's fucking adorable.

"I miss you too. I'll be home before you know it".

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"Welcome back Mr Styles" one of the men at the front desk greets me when I walk back into the hotel. They didn't get any warning that I was coming back, they're clearly flustered and not prepared. I'll have to check in with John and see how they did without me there. I nod towards him as I head to the elevator before I type in the code to my apartment and wait for the door to close. It's not too late, only 9:50pm, but I'm still pretty exhausted, not having got as much sleep on the plane as I had hoped to.

The elevator door opens and I wheel my bag out to find Elena, curled up on the couch in front of the fireplace, clutching her book. The image before me does something to me, Elena feeling at home in my apartment to curl up and read in front of the fire. The room looks like it's her own; her university books sit on the coffee table, a plant sits in the entryway along with a vase of flowers on the kitchen bench, even a fluffy rug that she has draped over her body is unfamiliar. None of it fits with the cold interior that this place has always had, function over comfort. But now it feels more warm, more inviting, something I didn't know that I wanted. She glances over in my direction before her eyes go wide and the book falls to the floor.

"What the- oh my god you're here?!" She squeals as she fumbles her way to climb up off the couch and stand up, hurrying over to me with a blinding grin on her face.

"I'm here baby" is all I manage to say before she's in my arms, jumping up into them and crashing her lips against mine. I grip onto her thighs as I carry her over to the couch, sitting her down on my lap as I slip my tongue into her mouth and savour the feeling. She clings her body to me, tangling her hands in my hair and pressing her chest up against mine. She tastes sweet, like honey and vanilla, and it's intoxicating, she's intoxicating. I'm totally out of my mind with need, maybe she is too as she begins to grind herself against me. My lips slip from hers and trail down to her neck, kissing and sucking on her soft skin. Her soft whimpers are music to my ears as she leans her neck to the side to give me more space to work. Her hips against mine rolling slowly, no amount of pleasuring myself with these thoughts can ever compare to them happening in real life.

"I-I wanna try something" She flusters as I bite down on the soft spot just below her ear. Her words catch me off guard, she wants to try something to do with sex?

"What baby, what do you wanna try?" I whisper in her ear and immediately release a groan when I feel her hand make contact with the bulge in my jeans. I tilt my head back to rest against the back of the couch and watch her sit straddled above me, her hand slowly applying pressure to me. Her hair falls into long messy waves around her as her deep brown eyes pour into mine. If she's going to sit on me and look at me like that while touching me like that, I'm not going to last for too much longer.

"Can I um....put.....you know" She mumbles in a low panting voice. My eyes widen somewhat as I catch on to what she's asking. I swallow the lump in my throat before I speak.

"You want to give me a blowjob?" I ask hopefully, knowing that saying the words is difficult for her.

"D-do you want me to?" She asks quietly in response.

"Yes! Yes but, but only if you want to" I correct myself, not wanting to sound too enthusiastic. Since the day I first met her I've wanted to see her lips around me, feel me pushing towards the back of her throat. I'm shocked that she's bringing it up honestly, I had always hoped that one day it would happen but I didn't want to push her or put any pressure on her.

"I want to try, but I don't really know what I'm doing" she nods, a small hint of a smile across her lips as she speaks quietly to me. I place my hand on her cheek and bring her face towards me, giving her a soft kiss. Without warning, I pick her up and carry her up the stairs to the bedroom, flicking my tongue against hers as I let my body fall backwards onto the bed. Elena lets out a soft giggle against my lips before she sits up, tugging me up by the fabric of my shirt. I lift it up and over my head, tossing it across the room and sitting up against the back of the headboard. I watch as Elena sits straddled over my lap and removes her shirt as well, leaving her in a black lacy bra, peering up at me.

"You're sure you want to?" I ask her, before she starts to unbutton my pants and slide them down with my assistance. She nods her head and bites down on her bottom lip as she looks down at the bulge in my boxers. We've had plenty of sex before, but this will probably be the first time she's been up close and personal with my cock before, or any cock for that matter. Thank god, the thought of another man with my Elena is not one that I enjoy.

"What, what do I do?" Elena asks breathlessly as she fixes her gaze on me, her long lashes batting up at me.

"Just take it out, maybe just get used to holding it first" I suggest, trying to stop myself from drooling as she follows my instructions. I help her slide my boxers off and deposit them down the end of the bed, my erection now sitting up due to all the attention from my girl. Elena's chest begins to rise and fall quickly as her dainty fingers wraps themselves around my cock, her thumb brushing over the tip.

"Like this?" She asks nervously. I reach out my hand and tuck some of her hair behind her ear, eager to see her face.

"Yeah baby that's great. When you're comfortable, you can move your hand up and down to get used to it" I compliment her. She follows my instructions, slowly sliding her hand up and down in a soft rhythm. Without warning, Elena slowly leans her head down and presses a soft kiss to the tip of my cock, which twitches in response. She looks up at me for reassurance.

"That's good, that's so good baby. Go as slow as you need to, a little bit at a time" I encourage her, my chest rising and falling quickly as I watch her place the tip of my cock in her mouth and begin to gently suck on it. Her hand still moving up and down at a slightly faster pace. When I feel her tongue swirl around me I let out a loud groan, tilting my head back for a moment. Elena seems encourage by it, sliding her mouth further down onto me and sucking a little harder.

"Fuck baby that's so good, oh god that's so good" I groan out through my panting, sliding my hand into her hair and playing with it in my hand. Normally I would push a girls head down more, wanting to reach my climax faster, but the last thing I want is for Elena to feel like she's not doing enough. She's doing so much more than she needs to, making me feel so much better than any other girl ever has before. I try and still my hips, not wanting to jerk myself into her mouth but she makes it difficult, especially when her other hand rests itself on my thigh, lightly digging her nails into the skin. I look down at her face, her eyes are shut as she concentrates on the task at hand. I need to see her, see her eyes looking up at me, know that she is mine.

"Fuck that's so good. Look at me, Elena look at me" I desperately plead as her lips and tongue continue to work. She opens her eyes and peers up at me, batting her eyelashes and flicking her tongue against the tip simultaneously. It's enough to tip me over the edge.

"I'm close, if you don't want me to cum in your mouth you should take me out of your mouth now" I groan out and fist my hand in her hair. To my surprise she doesn't slide her mouth off of me, instead she moans against my length. My legs stiffen and I call out her name as I reach my climax, feeling myself twitch inside her mouth.

"Are you okay?" I pant as I come down from my high. She slides her mouth off of my and wipes the corner of her mouth before giving me a nod. She must have swallowed, what a beautiful fucking angel.

"I liked that. Was I okay?" She asks hesitantly as she sits down on her knees beside me. I instantly move to pick her up and curl her against my body, sticky with sweat no doubt but she doesn't complain.

"You were wonderful, that was fucking incredible. Thank you" I mumble before I kiss her gently. And I meant it completely, it was probably the best blow job I've ever had in my life. Not because of her technique or because of how hot she looked while doing it, but for so many other reasons. Because it's her, because she was the one doing it. Because she trusts me to be vulnerable with her lack of experience. Because she wants to make me happy and I want to make her happy. Because she's incredibly sweet and kind and selfless amongst all of the other things that she is. Because I feel something for her.

Fuck, I think I might love her.