Harry's POV

It takes me a moment to realise she's not making me sleep on the couch.

Oh yeah!

But first I need to get me some of those cookies.

I walk into the kitchen and grab a plate out of the cupboard and pile it up with the coloured treats.  I might need something to wash them down with so I go over to the fridge and pull out a couple of bottles of water.

I turn around and grab the plate and I'm ready to go upstairs when I spot the cookies and milk left out on the table for Santa.

Shit, lucky I saw them.

I go over and break a couple of bits off to leave some crumbs on the plate before I drink the milk down.

Nothing like room temperature milk to really hit the spot.

Satisfied that I've completed all my Santa duties, I pick up my plate of cookies and the water bottles before I turn the last light off and run up those stairs.

I start to walk down to Beth's bedroom when it hits me.

I'm going into her bedroom.

I'm staying the night in there.

Fuck, why am I suddenly so nervous.

I think the alcohol has finally worn off.

I walk into the bedroom and see that Beth has turned both the lamps on in the room.

"Got enough cookies there?" she smiles at me.

Don't make fun of my cookies woman.

"Yeah, I even remembered to grab the ones for Santa," I whisper and tap my nose.

"That would explain your milk moustache," she points out.

Oh fuck.

That's embarrassing.

I wipe the milk off my face quickly.

She's standing in the middle of the room and I immediately wonder if she's used to sleeping on a certain side of the bed.

"Do...do you have a preference which side you sleep on?"  I ask her.

"I don't, but I'll take the left just because it's closest to the door," she suggests, "I rather the kids jump on me in the morning than you."

I honestly don't mind but it might confuse the kids somewhat so I just go with what Beth wants so I walk around to the right hand side of the bed.

Beth suddenly begins to walk over to the bedroom door and I watch as she closes it before coming back to the bed.

Okay.

"I can't sleep with lights, and Chloe likes a light on, somewhere," she explains, "I need darkness."

Interesting.

I wonder if it's always been like that for her or just since she lost her husband...

I look to where Beth is and she's looking at me quite nervously.

I know this because she's biting her bottom lip.

Maybe she doesn't feel comfortable enough to want to undress in front of me.

"Do you want me to close my eyes?" I ask, wanting to make her feel comfortable.

"No, again, it's just another first with someone who's not my husband," she explains before she cover's her face with her hands and groans, "I'm sorry Harry, I don't mean to keep bringing him up," she apologises.

Oh fuck no.

There's nothing to apologise for.

I quickly move to her side and gently pull her hands away from her face.

She needs to realise that anything she does with me, that she used to do with her husband, is naturally going to make her feel awkward or strange.  And she needs to know that I won't force her to do anything she's not ready to.

"Let's talk in bed yeah?" I suggest before I kiss her forehead.

We begin to undress until we're both in our underwear.

She's right in front of me so it's kind of impossible for me not to look at her once she's in her underwear.

Holy fuck.

She's in flesh coloured underwear and it hugs her curves so she almost does look naked. 

And here's the thing.

I've seen girls in their underwear, especially their bras. 

I've seen a lot of bras. 

Usually they're made of lace or silk or a combination of both.

Beth's looks like it's made of t-shirt material, I've never seen anything like it.

But fuck me if it doesn't hug her tits so they look perfectly round.

And they're more than a handful.

I can't help but stare at them.

And she notices.

"Stop it!" she smiles at me and slaps my arm before she walks over to the drawers and pulls out a singlet to sleep in and puts it on.

Then somehow, and I'm buggered if I know, but in a couple of moves, she has that bra off and on the floor.

And she still has her singlet on.

"How'd you do that?" I ask, knowing I have to learn that.

Not on me of course.

"Magic," she whispers and taps the side of her nose.

Smart ass.

I pull the covers back and slide on to my side and Beth follows and hops in next to me.

I think there's some things we need to talk about but first I have important business to take care of.

"I wanna talk, but I gotta have a cookie first," I tell her.

I pick one up and bite into it and oh my god.

It's like angels weeping on my tongue.

"Ummph," I can't say anything else right now but I know I need another one.

Beth is sitting there just smiling at me as I eat.

"That," I hold up a third one, "is a damn good cookie."

Okay, maybe I should stop now.

I finish the cookie and wash it down with some water.

I lay down on my side and face Beth and encourage her to lay next to me.

She looks so sexy right now though I'm sure she has no idea.

She also looks nervous so I decide try to make her feel at ease.

"I've got a really serious question to ask you," I say.

"Okay," she replies, "I'm pretty much an open book."

"Is it true," I begin, and I try my best to look serious, "that you have me as your contact picture on Nick's phone?"

Her eyes widen when she realises what I've said and she hides her face in her pillow and half laughs and half groans.

I reach out and gently rub her arm.

"It's okay love, I understand," I laugh.

She peeks out from the pillow and again I'm sure she has no idea how sexy she looks.

"I'm changing it to Niall now," she says.

What?

Blasphemy!

"Take that back," I demand, "take it back right now!"

"Nope, too late!" she pokes her tongue out.

Right.

You're gonna take that back.

I start to poke at her side and I can see she's ticklish so I decide to start to tickle her and soon enough she's laying on her back, gasping for air.

"Take it back!" I laugh, determined to hear her say it.

She cannot like Niall more than me.

"Give!  Give!" she starts to beg breathlessly.

I decide she's had enough torture so I reluctantly stop touching her and rest on my side again, but I make sure I move closer to her.

Now I think she's relaxed, I want to know what was going on with her this morning.

It must have been serious enough for her to eat all my cookies.

"Can I ask you another question?" I say, "and it's a serious, serious one this time."

"Sure," she says and I reach out and take her hand in mine.

"What was your moment this morning?" I ask.

"Ohhhhhh," she groans before sighing, "yeah I was on Twitter this morning, but I wasn't purposely looking for you," she begins, 'then I saw the photos of you in the jewellers and I kind of thought..." she trails off.

What on earth was she thinking?

I nudge her cheek with my nose.

"You thought what love?" I say.

"Well I certainly didn't think you were buying something for me and I assumed you would have finished all your Christmas shopping for your mum and sister so I kind of thought it might have been for another...girl?" she trails off again.

Oh shit.

"You thought I might be seeing someone else?" I ask her.

When she explains it like that I totally understand but I feel awful that she even had that thought.

"I don't know," she says, "I guess I thought that you're you, and I'm just...me..." she trails off again.

"I kinda like me...I mean you...you me," I say.

I like you a damn lot.

"I'm sorry," she says, "this is just all...surreal to me.  When I came here it wasn't for anything like this, as you know."

I wasn't expecting to meet you either.

"I know," I agree, "so how do you feel now?"

"Lucky," she says and smiles up at me.

"Me too," I whisper and I move so I'm hovering over her and she smiles that beautiful smile up at me, "there's no one else I promise," I say, and I'm absolutely serious about it so I decide to come clean.

"And to be totally honest, I had the chance to hook up with someone the other day."

I move back and rest my head on my hand again and look at her but she doesn't say anything so I continue.

"Well actually, it was with two girls," I clarify.

"Why didn't you?" she finally answers me.

Why didn't I?

Cause...cause...

Cause of you.

Can't you see that?

I can see her slipping back into herself a little, I need to make her relax again.

"Because it's hard enough to please one girl in bed, let alone fucking two of them!" I say, "think of how much extra work I'd have to do!" I start laughing.

Her eyes widen and then she catches on that I'm joking.

"I had zero interest in Cate and her friend because I was already preoccupied with something else," I run my thumb over her bottom lip and I notice it has a tiny freckle on it, "you, because all I could think of was you."

She genuinely seems shocked that I would say that, I can see it in her face.

"Just...just promise that you'll always be honest with me Harry," she says, "that's all I'm asking okay?"

"Always," I whisper and I move my thumb away and kiss her again.

I kiss her plump bottom lip with the tiny little freckle.

I move my body until it's flush against her side and I move my hand from her face and down my neck before slowly running it over her breast and resting it there.

Christ, it feels so fucking perfect under my hand.

I feel her move her leg and hook it over mine, and now my thigh is pressed right between her legs and I can feel it's already hot.

Fuck.

Now she's running her hand over my back.

Oh please scratch it with your nails.

Kissing her mouth is somehow not enough anymore, I need more and fuck I hope she does too.

I move my mouth down the side of her neck and I can smell the familiar scent of mangoes on her skin.  I pull at the strap on her top so I can kiss her skin on her shoulder.

I move my leg closer to her centre and she grinds herself against me.

Fuck.

I can't help but do the same and she moans when I do and it fucking turns me on no end and even more so when she pulls my hair.

I want to feel more of her, I want this last piece of clothing off that's separating us just gone.  My hand moves down to grip the bottom of her singlet and I start to push it up, ready to pull it off her body.

But what if she doesn't want that.

I stop just to make sure she does.

"I know you're not...I mean, I'm not trying to push you," I whisper, "just...I wanna feel your skin against mine..." I hesitate.

Beth doesn't say anything; she just lifts her arms above her head.

That means yes doesn't it?

I move myself to straddle over her and I take a moment just to look at her.

I want to touch every inch of skin, taste how sweet she is, explore every part of her.

I want her so badly.

I reach down and take hold of her singlet and start to slowly pull it up. 

I can see tiny goose bumps start to spread over her skin, she's either cold or it's me.

"Cold?" I ask.

"No," she replies, "it's you."

Yeah it's me.

I gaze at my hands that hold the hem of her singlet before I openly look up to her breasts.  I'm not even trying to hide it. 

I want her to know how much I want her. 

I can see her nipples are already hard underneath her singlet and I'm dying to have my mouth on them and I can feel myself growing harder at the thought of her under me as I taste them. 

I pull her singlet up just under her breasts but I decide to tease her a little and I lean forward and kiss her next to her bellybutton before I nuzzle the skin with my nose.

"You have a freckle there," I whisper.

"Yep," she says and I can tell she's holding her breath in.

I see another on the side of her hip and I start to slowly trail kisses towards it.

"And another," I run my tongue over it.

"I do," she whispers.

I want to kiss every single one on her body.

I trail my tongue back over her ribs and I feel her arch her back as she moans.

Fuck.

If she's like this just with me licking her skin...

Her moan is positively wanton and it shoots straight down to my dick.

And my fucking balls.

I need her so badly I'm virtually clawing at her singlet to get it off her body.  I throw it away and lean in and I kiss her harder, my tongue is eager to taste hers and once they touch, out kiss becomes faster and harder, I'm so hungry for her.

Her hands are in my hair again and I find myself wanting her to pull on it cause it turns me on so much.  I can feel her legs move under mine and I realise she's kind of trapped with the way I'm on top of her so I move them so I can lay between hers.

That's much better actually.

My mouth trails down her neck again and I keep moving further down and over her tit until my tongue teases her already hard nipple.   The minute my tongue touches her there, her hips grind against mine.

Fuck.

Do that again please.

I swirl my tongue around her delicious nipple again before I take it in my mouth, sucking on it and fuck it's like I'm in heaven.  My other hand grasps her other tit and I can feel how hard that nipple is under by thumb and I pinch it slightly between my fingers.

"Fuck...Harry..." she moans as her head rolls back and she arches her back against my mouth, pushing her tits further into my mouth and hand.

Fuck I'm so hard right now and it's all because of Beth.

"You taste so good baby," I whisper against her skin, "so, so good..."

She opens her legs wider and I fit perfectly between them.  I feel her hand run down my back and her fingers dig into the skin on my ass.

Oh if you want to put your hand under my boxers, please feel free love.

Fuck I am so close to coming.

I start to move my hips and grind my dick against her pussy and she feels so fucking good.

If this is what it feels like in our underwear...I can't imagine being inside her.

I suddenly feel her pull me by my hair so I'm face to face with her, her lips just touching mine.

"Harder," she moans.

"Oh...fuck," I stutter.

Is she serious?

No girl ever tells me that.

We keep grinding against each other as our kiss is all tongue; our skin, the air around us is just as hot and heated.

"I'm...I'm gonna come..." I groan.

"So come..." she tells me.

"Fuck...I..." I rest on my elbows, cradling her face between my hands so I can hold her precious face.

"Oh...shit...Beth..." I moan out loud, as I clench my eyes shut and my mouth falls open as I come inside my boxers.

I keep slowly thrusting against her until I finish and I'm well aware that I'm wet and sticky now and I'm still lying between Beth's legs and I'm sure she's going to hate that.

"Good?" she asks me, a smile on her face.

What?

She's not pissed?

"You have no idea," I say between breaths.

She needs to feel as good as I do and hopefully she'll let me return the favour.

As I kiss her again, I move my hand down until I feel the top of her knickers but when I touch it, I feel her jump underneath me.

Maybe she doesn't want to.

"No?" I ask her.

"I wasn't expecting it," she says with a smile.

"Do you want me to stop?" I ask and I start to play with her skin just under the material.

She doesn't answer me though, she grabs my wrist and pushes my hand down further under her knickers until my fingers are met with wetness.

Okay, maybe she does.

I run my fingers up between her legs and to be honest, I'd rather it was my tongue.

I find her clit and I begin to trace small circles with my fingers, teasing her with them.

"Faster," she moans against my mouth but I simply smirk at her.

"You're so wet for me," I whisper, "I just want to enjoy it."

And she is really fucking wet and I feel myself getting hard again knowing I caused it.

"I just want to come," she whimpers, "make me come Harry!"

Fuck.

Just a bit longer baby, I don't want to stop yet.

I move my fingers to find her entrance and I push a finger in slightly.

"Harry..." it comes out almost strangled, "please..."

Her hold on my wrist tightens so I move my fingers back to her clit.

"God Harry...stop fucking teasing me!" she pants.

"You just feel so good," I whisper as I continues to slowly, torturously play with her clit.

She lets out a massive, frustrated sigh and I can't help but laugh.

She suddenly pulls my hand out of her knickers and slaps it away when I try to put it back.

Oh fuck.

I watch as she narrows her eyes at me.

She looks pissed.

Then I watch as she moves her knickers to the side and her fingers find her clit and she starts to play with herself.

Oh.  My.  Fuck.

I have never had a girl play with herself in front of me so...so...blatantly.

In the dark yes, but not in the light where I can see everything.

I think I'm gonna come again.

I look up her body and her arms are close together so her tits are pushed together and up and oh my fuck the way they bounce as she plays with herself.

Then she bites her lip and moans and I have never seen or heard anything hotter.

"Fuck...Beth..." is all I can manage.

I watch as she unashamedly rubs her clit with her finger, her back arches as her hips move against her hand.

A thought flashes through my mind of her using a vibrator against her clit or fucking herself with it.

Then I think of me holding the vibrator against her and making her come.

I wonder if she has one?

I bite my lip as I palm my hard cock again over my boxers before I whisper in her ear.

"I wanna see you come Beth..." I groan.

And come she does.

Her body shakes as she does but then she reaches up to grab her tit as she slows down playing with her clit.

"Fuck..." I whisper, my eyes wide.

No girl has ever, ever done that with me.

She stops and removes her hand from inside her knickers and brings her fingers to her lips, sucking on them.

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

I can't breathe.

"That...was..." I swallow, stunned.

"How a woman does it?" she says, "sorry, but I really needed to come."

Clearly.

"I've never had a girl do that in front of me before," I tell her.

Now she's smirking up at me.

"Well Harry," she pokes my dimple, "you've got to remember, I'm not a girl..."

No you fucking are not.