His hand made his way to the back of my dress and found the zipper. With his long fingers, he pulled it down, leaving my back exposed and chilled by the crisp night air. “God, I love you,” he breathed, the warmth of his words hitting my neck and sending a shiver throughout my body. I felt myself dripping. I’d never had sex before, let alone experienced anything like this. I just married the man of my dreams, and now I’m about to lose my virginity to him. I let out a sigh of contentment.
Could this be any more perfect? I thought to myself.
Harry peeled the rest of my wedding dress off and let his fingers find my center.
I felt Harry’s eyes graze over my body, and I instantly tensed up and tried to cover myself.
“Babe, its okay. You’re beautiful. You’re perfect. You don’t need to cover yourself up. I’m your husband now, remember?” I relaxed, confidence suddenly filling me. I immediately reached for Harry’s trousers and pulled them down so he could step out of them. He shrugged out of his tuxedo jacket while I unbuttoned his white shirt, my hands trembling. I let out a shaky breath as I looked down at Harry’s boxer-brief clad erection.
“Shh. Relax, baby. You’ll be okay. Don’t be nervous around me.” He pecked me on the cheek and reached behind me to unhook my bra. He pulled my hair to one side of my neck and began kissing the other side slowly. He took a breast in each hand and began massaging slowly, causing me to moan in his mouth. He smirked as I pulled down his briefs. His length hit his stomach with a small slap, sending chills throughout my body once again. He removed his hands from my chest and brought them to my hips. He pulled my soaked panties down slowly, feeling the warmth of my curves with his callused hands.
“(Y/N)…” he breathed, “you’re soaked.” A small chuckle escaped both of our mouths. He picked me up and carried me to the large circular bed, placing me ever so softly on my back. I sat up.
“Babe?,” he asked, sounding concerned.
“Uh, I wanna, you know… uh. Blow you…” I trialed off and he burst out laughing. I buried my face in my hands.
“Aww, I’m sorry (Y/N), I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I just thought it was cute how you said it. You’re so innocent,” he said, leaning in to peck me on the shoulder.
“Ill show you innocent, Styles,” I said, pushing him onto his back. I crawled up to his length and stared at it for a little while. Once I had built up enough confidence, I let my tongue circle the pink tip of his large and throbbing member. He moaned my name loudly in approval. I looked up at him from underneath my dark lashes. His eyes were tightly shut and his perfect pink lips were parted. His long fingers were laced with the pale white sheets of the bed. I took a deep breath and pushed more of him into my mouth.
“Oh my God. Yes, baby. Like that. SHIT. YES,” he yelled, his voice raspier than usual. I began to take as much of him as I could get in, gagging slightly, comforted by the inhuman noises escaping my new husband’s throat.
“God, I’m gonna cum. Stop. Stop, please baby,” he moaned, pushing me off of him.
“On your back darling,” he growled, his voice thick and dark. He kissed from my neck all the way down to my bellybutton, right above my clit.
“Babe, did I make you this wet?” he nearly moaned. I nodded in agreement, too eager and impatient for words. He licked my clit slowly and I writhed underneath him. He blew cold air along my slit as I knotted my fingers into his dark hair, pushing his mouth against my center again. He began licking faster as he slid two long fingers into me. I yelled out in pleasure, my back arching.
“I’m gonna cum. Harry, baby oh. I’m so fucking close.” Harry pulled away quickly and sat up on his knees, between my legs, positioning himself at my entrance. I whimpered due to the loss of his tongue and fingers where I needed them most.
“You ready baby? Ill go as slow as you need me to, I promise,” Harry asked. I closed my eyes tight, held his hands and nodded slowly. He stuck his tip inside of me and I yelped in pain.
“I’m so sorry baby. Its gonna hurt, its your first time. But it’ll feel amazing once you get used to it. I’ll make you feel amazing…” he trailed off and kissed me gently. I braced myself as he pushed himself all the way in. it hurt a lot at first, but about 20 seconds of him siting inside of me made the paint turn into an overwhelming amount of pleasure.
“Move, please. It feels so good, baby, you’re so big,” I whimpered, needing him.
“Fuck you’re tight,” he moaned, pulling himself out and thrusting back in at a pace that was too slow for me. I had adjusted faster than I thought I would.
“Please, fuck me harder, Harry. I need your big cock in my tight little pussy,” I begged. Harry obliged and began pounding into me. Our moans filled the room. I felt bad for everyone in the neighboring hotel rooms. After about 10 minutes of varied paces of Harry slamming into me, his thrusts got quicker and sloppier, a string of profanities escaped both of our mouths.
“FUCKING SHIT, HARRY. RIGHT THERE. OH MY GOD IM GONNA-“ Harry cut me off, spilling everything he had inside of me.
He kissed my lips gently, his cock still pulsing inside of me. He then lifted my limp body out of bed, carrying me to the hotel suite’s bathroom. He set me down gently on the edge of the tub because my legs wouldn’t support my weight.
“Fuck you too hard, babe?” he joked. I punched his arm lightly as he began running the bath. I couldn’t think of a better way to end the first day of my new life with Harry.