Isabelle's P.O.V

His eyes sparkled as he broke into the widest grin I’d ever seen him wear.

Without hesitation, he bore down on me, leaning back down to kiss me, and he breathed faintly, “Finally.”

I giggled as he began kissing me, his lips firm and demanding yet so soft and gentle at the same time. I closed my eyes, my hands sliding up his body to find a curled grip in his hair.

His right hand slid down to my lower back, pulling it up, so that my body was arched on the bed. I let my head fall back; giving him access to my neck, which he immediately took. He peppered kisses down the length of my throat, sucking harshly on some spots, making me moan.

“I love you,” he told me, bringing his face back up to meet mine. Without another word, I pushed him away slightly, sitting up so that I could reach back and unhook my own bra, throwing it across the room. Harry laughed and looked at me, “Eager, are we?”

“Uh-huh,” I simply said, reaching for the hem of his sweatpants and trying to pull them down.

He chuckled and then stood up off of the bed, stripping out of them in one clean action, his boxers following. His member slapped up against his stomach and I giggled lightly as he smiled sheepishly and climbed back on top of me. His fingers slipped down my hips and played with the rim of my panties, and he smiled at me.

“Just take them off,” I whined, hating yet loving the teasing at the same time. He chuckled and then kissed my forehead, my lips, my cheek, moving down to my neck, kissing the valley of my breasts and then moving his lips down my stomach. I gasped, realising what he was doing.

“Harry I—,” I tried to say, but then I felt his hot breath hit my core over my panties, and I moaned, squirming.

“These are quite beautiful,” he noted coolly, stroking me over the lacy fabric, “But I’m sure they’d look even more beautiful on the floor.”

He opened his mouth and bit on the hem of my underwear, sliding them down my thighs expertly with his teeth. I kicked them off unceremoniously the rest of the way, realising now we were both nude.

He came up to kiss me again, and a moment later, I felt his thumb on my clit, rubbing vigorous circles and making me shudder. I wrapped my arms around his neck, throwing my head back into the pillows. One of his fingers entered me, and it didn’t even hurt as much as last time any more. He pumped in and out slowly before picking up his pace a bit, and adding another finger. He pressed his forehead to mine, breathing raggedly, his arousal very prominent up against my thigh.

I stared into his bright eyes, pushing some hair away from his face. God, I loved this man so much. This was what I wanted; I was ready for it, and it felt so good. His fingers continued to move in and out of me, and before I knew it, I felt a tingly feeling erupt in the pit of my stomach. I curled my toes as my climax washed over me like a tsunami, making me shudder uncontrollably. Harry just chuckled and ducked down to kiss my neck; me shivering with pleasure all the while.

He came back up to kiss my lips, looking at me. His eyes were serious, his mouth brushing mine as he spoke, “I want to taste you.”

I breathed in heavily. I’d never indulged in oral sex before, and I knew that he knew that.

Nonetheless, I trusted him, and I knew that he wouldn’t hurt me. I moved my head up a millimeter so that my lips were planted on his, and I squeezed his shoulder to let him know that I was okay with it.

He smiled into my mouth, flicking my clit one last time, and making me gasp. As he moved his body down mine silently, I felt him silently laughing. He kissed my lower stomach, and each of my hip bones, his hands gripping my thighs lightly and beginning to push them apart.
I was feeling very self-conscious now, and I tried to move them back together, but he looked at me from in between my legs.

“Hey,” he said sternly, his eyes suddenly hard, “Don’t. I love you.”

He kissed the inside of my thigh to prove his point, and I bit my lip, closing my eyes and willing the self-consciousness to go away.

A moment later, I felt the tips of his hair tickle my inner thighs, and I gasped. He simply chuckled, biting down lightly on the skin of my thighs, making me squirm beneath him.
And then I felt it. It was a hot, sensual feeling, and my back arched off of the bed. He licked up my slit, his whole mouth simply doing wonders to my heat.

He groaned into my core, “So sweet.” The sound riveted up my body, making me moan uncontrollably.

I hoisted myself up onto my elbows, gazing down my body at the mess of curls in between my legs. He looked up at me, his eyes crinkling, and I could tell that he was smiling,

“Watching me, baby? Damn, that is so fucking hot.”

I moaned again, shocked that he could be so dirty, yet it turned me on even more. His hands moved from my thighs to my core, parting my lips. In the span of a second, his tongue was there, delving in and out of me, the pleasure so intense that I slumped back down onto the bed, thrashing from side to side. Subconsciously, my hands found their way down to tangle in his curly hair, only pressing him farther into me. He chuckled, the vibration making me near my second climax. How was this man doing this?

My release finally came when he took my clit in between his teeth and bit down gently and I screamed, arching my back so much it almost hurt, lifting my hips to meet his mouth. I fisted anything I could get my hands on: his hair, the duvet, or the pillows. I shook violently, not being able to take it anymore, wave after waved of pleasure crashing down onto me.

The sensation was so intense, so raw and primal, I couldn’t stop moving, wanting to tear out my own hair, all the while Harry lapped up any evidence of my high.

He sat up, wearing a cocky smirk, and slowly climbed back over me. His forearms came out to steady himself, and he leaned down, ducking his head and kissing my neck. I just lay there, panting and completely spent, my tired body aching, my core throbbing painfully at the overloaded nerves.

He kissed the column of my throat, murmuring against my skin, “You taste amazing. I want to taste you every day, Isabelle.”

I chuckled weakly, tangling my hands in his hair and pulling him up so that his face could meet mine. Without hesitation, I kissed him long and hard, our mouths locked together.

Finally, when we pulled back, I felt some of my energy reappearing, which pushed me to say the bold words, “I want you inside of me, Harry. I need you.”

He groaned, throwing his head back. I felt his throbbing member up against my thigh, making me shudder.

“Fuck baby,” he breathed, “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that. How long I’ve waited for this.”

He gestured to the scene all around us, and I couldn’t help but to smile lightly.

He retreated off of me and found his jeans, fumbling with them. A moment later, he pulled a foil packet out of his back pocket. I gasped playfully, “Did you expect this?”

He smiled sheepishly at me, getting back onto the bed and making it dip, “Honestly, no. But what can I say? I come prepared.”

I laughed, throwing my head back, my hands sliding up to grip his shoulders. He chuckled lightly, now squarely on top of me, his eyes gazing at me adoringly. Finally, I stopped, and returned the loving look he gave me. I pulled his face down to mine forcefully, our lips briefly touching before I spoke, “I’m ready now. I want you.”

He made a strangled noise, closing his eyes, “I want you too. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

I grinned at him; ready for anything he could possible do to me. He smiled back, lifting the condom wrapper up, and rip it with his teeth. The sight was so sexy that I almost moaned again.

He sheathed his length and looked at me questioningly, “Are you sure baby? I don’t want to hurt you.” I know that it wasn’t my first time, but I’d been sexually inactive for more than two years, plus it would only be my second time. There was no denying it: it was going to hurt.

“It’s inevitable,” I shrugged helplessly, surprised at how calm I was being about all of this. He pursed his lips but nodded slowly. I expected him to align himself, but yet again, he paused.

“This is your first time,” he urged me, leaning down and pressing a sweet kiss to my forehead, “With me. Got it?”

I nodded, thinking the exact same thing. The night with Cameron had faded to the back of my mind now, and I had a feeling that after tonight, it would no longer exist. Harry was right; this was my first time—with him—and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Finally, he positioned himself at my center, rubbing himself up and down my slit lightly.

“Ready?” he looked at me expectantly, and I nodded surely, knowing that it would hurt. I braced myself as he pushed in, grunting, but the pain was unlike anything I’d ever felt. He was so big, stretching me to my limits. I hissed, my eyes immediately watering, laying my head down to look up at the ceiling so that he wouldn’t see just how much it hurt.

But then he was there, looming over me, watching my intently. Eventually, my eyes were filled to the brim with water, and tears slipped down my face, running down my temples and falling onto my hair, dampening it. Harry leaned down, kissing each one away with gentleness I didn’t know that he possessed.

“I need to move all the way in,” he whispered to me, and I nodded through my tears. With another grunt, he pushed all the way in, and I made a small squeaking noise, the pain magnifying. I fisted the duvet while he balanced himself on his forearms, a pained expression on his face.

“Believe me baby,” he almost sobbed, and through my blurry vision, I could see that his eyes were red, “If I could feel it for you tenfold, I would.” He stayed still, allowing me to adjust to his size, but I knew that it was no use. He had to move.

Almost as if reading my mind, he leaned down, his mouth brushing mine as he spoke, “It will hurt less if I move, okay?”

I nodded, and one of his hands came to grab one of mine, intertwining our fingers. He pulled my left hand of over my head, his right hand gripping my hips, and pulled all the way out, very slowly. I squeezed my eyes shut, but gasped at he slid all the way back in.

“I know,” his voice cracked above me, still kissing away my tears. They were gone now, but the pain was still immense, “I know baby,” he repeated, his voice still weak. My eyes flew open when the pain began to retreat. It minimized slightly, making it a bit more bearable. I no longer felt as though I was being ripped apart, but it was still pretty damn close.

“Keep going,” I urged him, hoping that if he continued, it would gradually get better. He seemed to notice that I was a bit better, because he nodded firmly and went on with his strokes, keeping that same, slow pace, for which I was grateful.

Slowly, in small pieces, the pain subsided. We continued on like that for a couple of minutes, until finally, it was only a minor sting that I was sure pleasure could mask.

“Faster,” I gasped, looking up at him. His gaze was fixated on me, and he bit his lip, nodding. His hand unwound from mine, and he placed both palms on the spaces beside my head, now moving at a bit of a quicker pace. I let my fingers slide up and wrap around his muscular biceps, gripping them and watching how they bulged as he moved in and out each time.

“Fuck baby,” he gritted his teeth, his forehead shiny with sweat, “So tight.”

“Shit,” I breathed, finally understanding why people said that sex was magical, why they said that they loved it so much. It felt so good. Not only physically, but emotionally and mentally. I never felt closer to Harry, never felt more trusting in him, never realised how much I loved him, until now.

And it was a great feeling.

“Harry,” I moaned, clenching around him. He swore, and continued on, some of his hair falling into his eyes. I pushed it away, and we gazed at one another adoringly. I was so happy, so goddamn happy right now, and words could not describe how amazing I felt.

He threw one of my legs over his shoulder, and I moaned, feeling the touch of his slippery and hot skin creating friction against mine. The penetration now went deeper, and I felt him hit a spot that made me shiver with pleasure. Each thrust seemed to zero in on that spot, making me moan and groan each time, not believing that yet again, I felt a tingly sensation arise in my stomach.

“Harry,” I whimpered, knowing that I was close.

He pressed his forehead to mine as I dug my nails into his biceps, feeling his muscles flex each time, “Scream my name, baby.”

“Harry!” I cried out, and he grunted out a curse, continuing to plunge into me, making me feel so good; so, so good. My train of thought was lost, only focussed on this one moment that we were sharing, a time where I’d never felt closer to him. This was amazing, the most amazing feeling on Earth, making me crave it more often.

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. My high washed over me, and I screamed, thrashing back and forth, gripping his arms, the blanket on the bed, my own hair, anything. I covered my face with my hands, the pleasure so intense that I couldn’t take it. Just then, I felt hot breath hit the back of my hands.

“Let me see those pretty brown eyes,” he whispered, continuing to thrust into me.Shaking uncontrollably, I let my hands fall from my face, forcing my eyes open to stare into his, even though I really wished I could squeeze them shut. Harry smiled at me, and I threw my head back, finally letting my climax explode full force.

“I love you baby,” he told me, and with another last plunge, I felt him begin to shake. The intenseness of his high only brought me to another peak, even more elevated than the last. I couldn’t think, couldn’t move, only knowing that this was where I wanted to be for the rest of my life.

Harry spilled into the condom, yelling out, “Fuck, Isabelle!” and collapsed on top of me.

Finally, I was able to calm down, still shivering softly. I was too tired to move, too tired to say anything, needing to regain my energy and just wanting to sleep now. With great effort, I moved my hands to his hair, stroking his curls softly, my chest moving up and down lightning fast. His hair tickled my neck, my chin, my chest, and I knew that this night would forever be branded into my memory. Forever.

I was complete, I was happy. This was so surreal; I could not believe that it had just happened. For a few minutes, my mind just wandered, replaying the scenario that had just occurred, until finally, Harry moved his head, looking up at me. He kissed my chin, “That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

I blushed, not having enough energy to lift my hand to swat at his arm, so I just continued to stroke his hair, “You’re just saying that. Why would it be the best sex?”

He smiled tenderly at me, his eyes sparkling, “Because it wasn’t sex. It was making love. And I want to do it over and over again. With you, every night, for the rest of my life.”

I sighed, puckering my lips, too spent to actually lift my head up. Harry chuckled, getting the hint, and leaned down, pressing his mouth to mine. Our lips moved perfectly in synchronization, molding around each other in the most amazing and unreal ways. As we pulled back, my eyes closed, and I slowly began to feel myself slipping away.

“You’re going to be my wife someday,” Harry whispered to me, but I was already gone.

Notes

For some reason I love Sweet Harry. It's cute, no? :)

So there you have it. They finally had sex. I hope the chapter wasn't too bad, sometimes it feels a bit awkward writing it, ha-ha XD

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