Riding in Harry's car reminds me of our many good times. We chose to eat at the restaurant after all and take our dessert home instead. Having previously expressed my lustful wishes brought some interesting and funny jokes to the table. It felt so good to hear him repeat how excited he was that I would be with him throughout the whole tour and all the fun things we could do together.

Pulling into the driveway Harry then shuts off the engine and looks at me after a big sigh. We are both smiling, knowing what's up ahead but enjoying the baby steps we're taking to get there. I'm gazing back at my roses when I hear his seatbelt unlatch and feel his finger steer my chin his way. My eyes are slow to catch up and when they do Harry is already leaning over, sealing my lips with his kiss. That's all it takes for my chest to swell, making me moan accidentally.

"Can you wait here a few minutes? I just want to make sure the place is aright."

Harry grabs the vase of flowers from my lap and exits the car before I can mumble an answer. I could care less if his place is messy, unless he's hiding cheating evidence but I quickly cast that thought away. I watch him carefully close the door and appear more nervous than before as he jogs down the stairs and towards the car.

His smile doesn't give him away easily as he takes my hand. I'm marveling at his patience and determination to keep silent. Once I approach the entrance the homey feeling returns with the first whiff of his living room. Harry disappears into the kitchen with our to-go box while I linger around, observing any changes he might have done with the space. It's exactly the same as I remember.

"How do you feel bein' back here?" he asks and comes behind me to slip off my jacket.

"I actually missed your place a lot. There's too many good memories here," I admit, feeling little butterflies.

"I agree. . . and many more to come."

Harry's hands are on my waist as he playfully pushes me into the kitchen where our dessert sits with one spoon. I immediately reach for the utensil and jab the fluffy pastry, feeding him first before I claim the rest. Meanwhile his fingers are brushing through my hair and his gaze is permanently fixed on me.

Won by the savory bits of passion fruit in the soufflé, a better temptation arises when Harry begins to nip at my neck from behind. The affected area increases in warmth, traveling through the rest of my body as preparation. The combination of these sensory delights are soothing me entirely, thank goodness its only three in the afternoon.

"What time do you have to go back to work?" I purr, tilting my head to the side.

"I don't."

Harry's arms glide around my upper waist and my head submits to the gravity as it falls back. I've lost interest in the last bite, preferring to soak up Harry's wet kisses. He continues to spread them down my neck and shoulder, then surprisingly cups one of my breasts, deflating all the air I had stored in my chest. After a few sensual squeezes I'm ready to go into the bedroom.

"Do you wanna slip those off now?" he suggests, looking down at my feet.

I step out from my flats as Harry and I waddle over to his bedroom. Still wrapped in his arms, I open the door and gasp. There on the floor lies a trail of peach rose petals starting from the doorway all the way to his bed. On his dresser and night-table are white candles of various sizes, creating a romantic luminance that's already cast it's spell.

His large hands begin to rub my shoulders while I'm starting to feel a couple of tears form. I quickly wipe under my eyes but a stupid sniffle spotlights my vulnerability. Harry nose dives into my neck again and hugs me tighter, humming and swaying my body ever so gently.

"I love you," he whispers in my ear like a secret.

My body is suddenly freed from his possessive grip, bringing a quicker longing I wasn't prepared for. Harry walks before me, grabbing my hand to lead us further and there I see the four letters of my name spread across his bed in petals. There's only one rose untouched laying on one of the pillows and I must say the fragrance is like a heavenly garden.

"You did all this?" I mumble awestruck.

"Zayn helped with the idea," Harry replies and bows his head.

"I've never seen something so lovely, Harry. No one's ever done this for me. Can't you see me crying?"

Harry's eyes shoot up and he squints to see my wet cheeks. His hands quickly cup my face as he saves me from any more joyous tears. His lips press against mine but I can feel his strong scowl. He inhales deeply and showers me with warm air as he breathes out. My fingers soon tangle themselves in his shirt the moment I anxiously kiss him back.

Our faces are moistened by my salty streams. I was wrong to think that happiness had a limit, it's an infinite experience with him. My body is tingling all over as his hands rake over the small of my back, slowly removing my shirt. Either my feet have gone numb or I'm actually floating, though I'm too enchanted by his tongue to pull away and check.

Before he has the chance, I remove his shirt and pants first, leaving him in a sexy pair of dark briefs. I love the way his eyes sparkle from the dim candlelight, they look like tiny stars, drifting me even further into their abyss. My hands stroke over his array of tattoos, bringing my lips to kiss each and every one of them. His body twitches and he giggles when I caress his sides, producing a malicious grin on my face from ear to ear.

Harry then dips while grabbing the back of my thighs and hoists me onto his waist. I automatically wrap my arms around his neck as he kneels on the edge of the bed and gently lowers us onto the soft sheets. The petals are cool and silky against my skin; I just want to swim in them and drown in his eyes all at once.

Satin curls tickle my jawline when Harry's mouth returns to the crook of my neck. Delicate suctions brush along the surface of my chest and begin to trail down evenly dividing my torso like a scalpel. My desire for Harry boils within, always desperate when I'm trying to remain calm. Yet, his pace is flawless, forcing me to enjoy every second even if my lust consumes me down to bare bones.

My fingertips hide in Harry's dark mane, digging deeper each time he licks and blows over the dampness on my stomach. I let out a spontaneous chuckle, catching myself by surprise and biting my lip when Harry peeks up at me in amusement. His long fingers start to undo my tight jeans, making me a little nervous. Sitting back on his heels, he hooks his hands into the pant-line and begins to peel away.

Too focused on removing the denim, Harry barely misses my tattoo. I'm living this moment in slow motion, eager for him to make the discovery. When he faces me again after tossing my pants to the floor, he first throws me a flirty wink before his gaze falls down. His hands are dedicated, firmly caressing my tired muscles while adding a brief foot massage to the mix.

He's so close now, kissing over my left knee and brushing his cheek up my thigh. An explosive smile breaks free when I see his head jerk back. A boyish smirk forms over his heart shaped lips when they read the words imprinted on me. Harry shakes his head and kisses over my inked skin, licking his lips once more before his ardent stare enraptures mine.

"You sneaky girl, you got your first tattoo without me," he speaks in the sexiest and deepest tone possible.

"I wanted to surprise you. Whatcha think, do you like it?"

Harry's chuckle hides deep in his throat as his body lands on mine, "I've run out of words to describe how you make me feel. I'm fascinated by everythin' bout you."

His hand brushes over my tattoo, taking a quick glance then looking back at me.

"It's sexy as hell, I can't argue that. I'll read it every time I burry myself in you," Harry faintly whispers while grazing his hand over the warmth between my legs.

My body is a bloody furnace right now. I hold no control over my limbs any more; I give up. My hands are seeking as much of Harry as possible, sliding beneath his briefs to cup his bum and keep warm.

"You should grab somethin' else," Harry hints.

With the insinuation, I roll Harry onto his back to facilitate the access. My hand cleverly slithers down his abs till it finds his happy trail straight to the prize. Like a pet yearning for affection, Harry makes his stiff member twitch, startling me and laughing in the process. Starting over the soft fabric, I embrace his bulge and stroke him lovingly till I've had enough, eventually stripping him of his last bit of clothing.

Every motion and touch is birthed from love. To feel Harry in every way imaginable, try every bitter and sweet taste that makes my body know him. To want to devour and be devoured by him. That's what our love making consists of as we go back and forth exploring our flavors and textures in the stillness of this erotic oasis.

The purpose of the single rose is revealed once Harry begins to paint imaginary strokes, tracing the outlines of all my curves and creases. I squirm when he passes the rose head between my breasts and thighs, though that only encourages him to do it often. He repeatedly whispers how beautiful I am and I glow brighter each time.

I don't think we've ever gone this long simply enjoying and teasing one another. It helps to know that we have the rest of the evening to dwell in these sweet nothings, which mean the world to me. We're completely naked and comfortable, adorned only by our necklaces. Even the rose petals make their way in between us, jealous of our foreplay and laziness.

My lust is stronger than ever but not as impatient, my body has learned to reciprocate Harry's rhythm and temperature, learning the balance. We look like playful puppies, wrestling childishly under the sheets and nibbling on each other. It isn't till Harry traps me by holding my hands over my head, dividing my legs with one simple movement, that I'm finally able to settle down. We lay still but my heart is beating so fast its making my chest tremble.

The magic begins when he robs the air from my lungs once again with a remarkable kiss. His groin rocks over mine, warning me that he's about to enter. Then slowly he fills me and we moan in unison. Every smooth thrust sends me up to a higher cloud, like a sensual caress as oppose to the vigorous stabs. Harry remains steady and precise but the way he's rocking me is of a whole new level, I can't remember him rolling his hips so sinfully.

I'm drunk on love as Harry conquers the rest of my sensitive parts. His mouth hovers over the peaks of my chest, taunting and flicking the pink targets. After some treasured time in this position, Harry leans back and raises my ankles to his chest. Our eyes never break contact, regardless of our lack of words, we've become one.

Wanting to feel the warmth of his chest on mine, I sit up and Harry pulls out. He doesn't ask me what I want, he simply observes and reads me. I kneel before him while he sits with his legs spread forth, straddling him so that I'm now on top. His hands quickly support my back as I guide him inside. I enjoy this closeness where I'm hugging him and staring into his deep greens, cuddling intimately.

Harry's hands control my rhythm, a control I willingly give. I glance over at the clock and realize we've been romancing for an hour, not including the additional hour of our invigorating warmup. I slow the pace to a complete pause and just concentrate on him for a moment. This is a special time for me, perhaps my favorite above the rest.

His face is dewy and flushed. My hands push his hair back, feeling the dampness within his roots while admiring his swollen crimson mouth. Harry smiles at me as I continue to study his strong jawline and adorable crater on the side of his cheek. When I reach those curious pupils I'm entranced, willing to give him my soul. Feeding off of my energy, Harry rests his hands on top of my chest and raises them to the the back of my neck, pulling my forehead to his.

"How are you feelin'?" Harry whispers kindly.

I nod, "Amazing."

"Were you close?"

"It all felt so good but I wasn't close yet."

"Me too. . . Are you tired?"

I laugh because I'm exhausted already. Two hours of this exercise would leave anyone spent. Interestingly enough, I could actually keep going and I have a hunch that Harry could too.

"What's different? How come you haven't exploded yet?"

"Exploded?" Harry laughs quietly. "Dunno, I'm havin' too much fun I guess. . . Are you thirsty?"

Nodding the second his words slip, I dismount his sweaty body and watch him drag his feet into the kitchen. I'm in love with this whole day, it seems like we have all the time our racy hearts desire, however I'm dreading tomorrow's agenda. Picking up the single rose, I twirl the stem in my fingers before smelling it. The majority of the petals around me have shriveled up and torn but the aroma is still present, mixed with our musk.

Harry comes back with a sparkling glass and I gulp the liquid down without a second thought.

"You were quite thirsty," he grins with his eyebrows raised.

We tuck ourselves back in bed and I listen to his ramblings of what's happened in the past week. He's so engaged while his hand keeps busy traveling up my arms and down my sides, causing my smile to widen by his need to touch me. He lunges for my lips in the middle of his own sentence, catching me off guard but I'm swift ignite the passion.

Within the next couple of minutes our bodies sync into this beautiful motion, triggering loud pantings from the both of us. The view of Harry over me protecting and shielding me is breathtaking. I can only imagine what he must look like from behind if I were sitting on the couch allowing my self to get aroused by the dominance of his back. How I have lasted this long is beyond me but alas the wave comes crashing hard, refreshing my achy insides.

In perfect timing Harry releases moments later, groaning my name and squeezing my hands as his body endures the passing. I know he was long overdue, arms shaking as he sustained his upper body, about to collapse at any moment. He falls on his back like a victorious warrior catching his breath and my body wiggles next to him not wanting to be separated.

"Woah!"

"Yeah!" I exhale.

Harry puffs briskly, stretching his arms out to pull me in closer till my head rests upon his shoulder. Our mood is serene whilst I enjoy the drumming vibrations within his chest. The sparrows that decorate his pecs look so inviting, I have to touch them but his torso is so slick. After my nails color in the feathered wings, Harry's fingers lace in mine as he presses his lips to my forehead.

"Welcome back home, love."

Notes

Chapter Playlist:

"Between The Sheets" - Imogen Heap

"No Rest" - Dry The River

"All Of Me" - John Legend

Hey Lady bugs, Thank you for your blessed patience. My apartment is great and all but I don't have internet yet so you can imagine how I'm DYING! Anywho, hope you enjoyed this gem. Next up, Jude meets the opening band for 1D. xoxo