A/N: I hope you all like this chapter and that it makes sense to you, sometimes I can't always get my thoughts out as well as I would like!  Thank you all again for the reads, votes and comments!

Beth's POV

I watch as Harry practically runs around to his side of the bed, pulling off his clothes as quick as Clark Kent does when he's changing into Superman.

He is back into bed and I've only managed to pull the covers back.

I pull my long sleeve top off and then slowly wriggle out of my lounge pants, bending forwards so Harry has a full view of my cleavage.

I'll teach him to leave me up against the fucking wall.

I crawl onto the bed and lay on my right side facing Harry before I pull the covers up.

I close my eyes and try to fall asleep.

"Uh...Beth?" Harry whispers.

"Mmmm..." I murmur.

"Are you going to sleep?" he asks.

"That's what I'm trying to do," I reply.

Silence.

"So you're really going to sleep?" he asks again.

"I didn't stutter," I reply, my eyes firmly closed.

"I thought you were kidding," he says and I can hear the slight disappointment in his tone.

I cover my mouth with my hand and fake a cough to hide my laugh.

I open my eyes and look at Harry.

He looks like someone took his last banana.

"Well what did you think we'd be doing Harry?" I ask him.

It's then that Harry actually blushes.

"I...I thought we might...you know..." he trails off.

I raise myself up on my elbow and lean over towards Harry.

"No I don't," I say, "care to enlighten me?"

Harry pinches his bottom lip before he answers.

"I...well I was hoping...we might...kiss at least...maybe?" he says.

"Oh, okay," I reply cheerfully.

I lean over and give him a quick peck on the lips before I pull away and leave Harry kissing the air.

I poke his dimple with my finger and he opens his eyes.

"Let's catch up on some sleep eh?" I smirk before I roll over, my back now facing Harry.

I almost feel sorry for Harry but then I remember how he left me up against the wall this morning and the 'almost' kicks in again.

I hear him sigh loudly in frustration and I kinda do feel a touch guilty.

I move my arm out behind me and blindly feel for his thigh.

He takes this as a sign to move his body closer to me so he's against my back. He nuzzles his nose into the back of my neck and damn it, it sends a shiver though my body.

"Are you sure we're just going to sleep?" he whispers.

Damn.

He must have noticed.

"Yes," I clear my throat, "yes we are. Well at least I am, I need to catch up a little bit."

Harry lightly kisses the back of my neck and shoulders a few more times before he nestles his forehead in the crook of my neck.

I can feel him smile against my skin and it in turn makes me do the same as I quickly fall asleep to the steady rhythm of Harry's breath on my skin.

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It's so warm here in the room.

I don't remember it ever being so hot before.

I kick at the covers until they're no longer covering me.

I'm aware I'm still half asleep, drifting in and out.

My stomach clenches down low and my skin feels like it's on fire.

My hand rests on my stomach before I subconsciously push my singlet up a bit to expose my stomach and maybe cool myself down.

I toss and turn as the knot in my stomach starts to tighten.

It seems to shoot straights down to my core and I arch my back and let out a moan.

This dream I'm having is strange, it's one of those ones where I can really feel the sensations from it and if I let it, it will pull me back to sleep.

Suddenly there's a wetness between my thighs and I try to move them, but I can't.

There's tingles going through me and they're getting stronger and stronger and suddenly I feel my body jolt.

And I'm wide awake.

I sit bolt upright only to be met with Harry's wide green eyes.

From between my thighs.

"Har...Harry..." I breathe out as he takes my clit in between his lips and sucks on it hard.

Where the fuck are my knickers?

I put my hand out onto his head to push him off me but at the same time he stops sucking and instead flicks the end of his tongue repeatedly on my now throbbing clit.

Oh. My. Fuck.

I fall back onto the bed, my hand now fisting itself in his hair.

"Fuck!" I cry out, "oh...my...god..." my hands leave his hair and I raise them above my head, clutching the wooden slats of the bedhead.

To be honest, sometimes I was comfortable with Heath going down on me and sometimes I wasn't.

I still don't know what I think right now.

Admittedly, what Harry is doing with his tongue is clouding my thoughts.

My mind is telling me to stop Harry, but my legs opening up wider and my hips pushing against his mouth say otherwise.

My god he knows what the fuck he's doing though.

I let out another whimper as he takes a long, slow lick that goes from my perineum to my clit and before I can put a coherent thought together he's over me in one swift move, his mouth just touching mine.

"Do you want me to stop?" he whispers.

What?

Stop reading my fucking mind?

I shake my head no, as I literally cannot speak.

"Are you sure love?" he questions me further.

I nod that I am cause I'm sure if I open my mouth it'll just let out a squeak.

His eyes lower from mine and he looks to my breasts and I know he can see my nipples harden even more just under his gaze.

"Then this has to go," he demands and pushes my singlet up and over my head before ripping it from me.

He leans down and flicks his tongue slowly over my lips before his eyes take on a desirous glint to them and he moves back to where he was moments ago.

He starts licking and sucking at me again, occasionally moving to my inner thighs to place kisses on them or sucking and biting at the skin to leave a deep red mark.

Harry moves his mouth back and this time he pushes his tongue inside me.

Fuck me swinging.

I suck in a loud, audible breath as my back arches and my eyes feel like they really do roll back into my head.

I grip my pillow with my hands as my hips move of their own accord, until Harry clamps his arm over my hips to keep me still.

I know I'm at the point where Harry could ease what he's doing and prolong my orgasm, or use his fingers and tongue to quickly finish me off.

Literally.

But I don't want to finish.

I lift myself up onto my elbows to say something to Harry when I feel him groan against my core.

I notice one of his arms is moving and he has his underwear pushed down to his thighs and his hand is around his cock, pumping up and down it, pleasuring himself as he pleasures me.

I have never seen or heard something so fucking hot.

And I have slept with a fair few boys in my time.

I mean when I was younger.

"Fuck...Harry..." I moan breathlessly as I watch his hand on himself.

I feel his body jerk and Harry closes his eyes as he opens his mouth and moans against me.

I can't hold off any longer and I fall back onto the bed, trying to contain the loud moans coming from my own mouth.

"Oh...oh...oh...oh..." is the only thing I can utter, my thighs clench on either side of his head as I ride his mouth and tongue until I'm utterly spent.

He crawls up my body, kissing whatever bit of skin his mouth touches until he's above me.

Harry kisses my mouth and I can taste the stickiness of myself on him. The kiss becomes harder and faster and I can feel Harry's cock as he moves against me.

I'm so caught up in the kiss that my hands push at his underwear and my feet take them all the way off before my legs wrap around his back, my heels on his bottom, pushing him to me.

Our skin is so hot against one another and the only thing I can think of is that I want more and that I want him.

Harry and I move our hips against each other as we kiss, our hands are everywhere and I can feel the head of his cock at my entrance and he slowly pushes the tip in.

It's now that I choose to have a moment of clarity as I feel him there.

I tense.

And he stops himself.

He pulls away slightly and looks at me, his hand on my cheek.

"Are you sure?" he asks, swallowing to catch his breath.

Am I sure?

Of course I am.

Of course I'm...sure.

I think.

I bite my lip as I feel my eyes prick with tears and I try to look away but Harry's hand doesn't let me.

He won't let me.

"No," I whisper, "I don't...I don't think I am...I'm so sorry."

Harry moves his hips so he's no longer about to push into me, but now resting against my stomach.

"Don't be sorry Beth," he kisses me, "you've got nothing to be sorry for."

He kisses me again in reassurance, maintaining eye contact with me.

"Okay," I agree though right now I feel so overwhelmed.

"Don't bite your lip," Harry says with a smile on his face as he runs his thumb over my bottom lip to pull it out from between my teeth, "tell me what's going on in your head."

Fuck.

Way to ruin the moment Beth.

Couldn't you choose another time to be neurotic?

I can't look Harry in the eye so instead I stare at one of his swallow tattoos and trace it with my finger.

"Beth?" Harry whispers.

I take a shaky breath and swallow nervously before I look at him.

"I'm so embarrassed..." I begin.

"Don't be," he says immediately, "you can tell me Beth."

"I feel...kind of...overwhelmed...and guilty..." I tell him.

"But you're not doing anything that you should feel guilty for love," Harry says as though it's so simple.

It probably is and I'm overreacting.

"It's stupid but I feel like I'm cheating...I can't help it..." I whisper.

"Oh baby," Harry kisses me as his arms wrap around my back and he hugs me tightly, "you're not and I know he certainly wouldn't think you were either...but I understand."

"I just feel so...I..." I struggle to put it into words, "...bare...naked..."

Harry kisses my nose and smiles.

"Well we're both kind of naked..." he raises his eyebrow.

And I can't help but chuckle a little.

"But really Beth," Harry suddenly looks serious now, "I get that you feel like you're stripped bare because you were with someone else for so long who knew every single thing about you mentally, emotionally..." he squeezes me tighter, "and physically. You know I'd never do anything to hurt you right? And I'd never force you to do something you aren't completely ready to. I mean, I think your body is obviously ready, but emotionally, you're not quite there yet..."

He's saying all this with a smile as he places kisses on my face and his hand now runs up and down my arm in a soothing motion.

"And you know when you're ready to jump, I'll be here to catch you," he says, and I can see the honesty and sincerity in his face and hear it in his voice, "I'll never let you fall."

I can't help but smile at him and my heart kind of swells a little bit at his words.

And really, when it comes down to it, I have to trust him or walk away right now.

I look into those beautiful sea green eyes of his that are silently begging me to listen to him.

I'm going to try my best to trust him.

My hand goes from his chest to his face and I gently trace my thumb over his lips, which he kisses.

I pull him down and kiss him, trying to put as much emotion into it as I can, to let him know that I'm putting my faith and trust in him.

He smiles against my lips as he returns the kiss gently, almost hesitantly until my arms wrap around him and my hands are in his hair.

He becomes more eager and I'm aware that the slight pulling on his hair has made him grow harder against my stomach. I run one of my hands down his back until it rests on his bottom and I move my hips against him as I pull him to me.

I pull my mouth away and kiss along his neck, moving against him until he grinds against me once and I wrap my leg around him to encourage him, wanting him to finish.

He starts to move repeatedly, grinding against my stomach, his breathing hot in my ear which sends shivers through me.

It doesn't take long for Harry to finally come and I feel my stomach become covered in a hot, sticky wetness.

Harry rests his forehead against mine and I can feel his heart beating wildly in his chest.

He places little kisses all over my face as he smiles at me.

"We should probably shower," he says.

"Yeah...I better get up and make some attempt at mothering today," I reply.

Harry rolls off me and gets up from the bed and I instantly miss the weight and warmth of his body on mine.

Though that's soon replaced with the realisation of the shit ton of semen on my stomach.

"Come on," he pulls at my arm and I also get up from the bed as he leads me into the bathroom to shower.

He turns the shower on and feels the water, waiting until it's warm enough.

I simply admire the muscles of his back as I watch him and can't help but sigh a little.

I just hope you never let me fall Harry.