Dahlia’s Point of View

I wake up to a dark room, quickly realizing Harry is also awake. His fingertips brush over the bare skin of my arms, causing goosebumps to rise in their wake. I must’ve fallen asleep after finally getting him to go to bed.

I reluctantly turn myself to face him on the bed; I have no idea what’s going to happen now that he’s sober. What will he say? Will he even remember anything?

Thankfully, Harry speaks before I have the chance to. "Did you mean everything you said, Lia?" he asks quietly, his voice thick with emotion.

I’m not sure what he remembers from before, so I simply furrow my eyebrows together in question.

"You said you still wanted me... That you were ready,” he answers, lifting a hand to push back a stray tendril of my hair that has fallen into my face.

It's hard to explain what I felt at that moment; looking straight into his beautiful green eyes while having his arms around me as we exchange a mental conclusion that it's finally time to stop hiding our feelings for each other.

"I meant everything I said," I finally whisper. I can hardly finish my sentence before his mouth is on mine, his lips greedy and demanding.

Taking my face in his large hands, he tries to pull me to his lips, but I pull back. I need to finish saying what needs to be said. “It’s you that I want, Harry.” I stop for a second to lightly kiss his soft lips before I finish. "I want to do this more than anything, and I’ve wanted it for a long time. Whatever comes of this, doesn’t matter. I just want to be with you.”

I feel him shutter beneath once I’m finished, so I move to kiss his neck, inhaling his scent. Then I take my tongue along his throat, making my way to the top of his chest. His head drops back to the pillow, but as soon as I nip his skin, he sits up a little straighter and grabs my hips, pulling me into him.

As I trail kisses back up his neck, I can feel his lips in my hair and his palms on my jean-clad ass. My lips take his mouth again, but I stop to gaze at his perfect face and when he looks back at me with desire in his eyes, I know he wants me as much as I want him.

When I press a little harder into him, I smile because I can feel his arousal. This only ignites me further and pushes the limits of my own desire, the desire that has been in hibernation for so long. Before I make my way back up to his mouth, he dips his head and slams his lips over mine.

Harry pauses and drags his tongue up my neck before whispering close to my ear, “Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure about anything,” I say back without hesitation. And it’s true. I want him. I need him. I know that I haven’t been touched in so long, but I also know I’ve never been touched like this before.

As he pushes aside a lock of my hair, tucking it behind my ear, he seductively whispers, “Lia, baby, I want you. I want to kiss you, touch you, make you come over and over again. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you.”

He starts to trail kisses down my neck, and over my breasts. Then he slides his tongue over my nipple, still covered by my sweater. Pushing the fabric to the side, he holds it in place and his teeth nip the lacey material of my bra. He starts sucking my nipple, tasting me, circling his tongue around and around. He does this over and over again until I begin to moan and a jolt of pleasure flickers through my body.

I can feel his smile as he kisses his way back up to my lips. He nips and sucks my sensitive skin along the way. With the hand that was holding my top to the side, he skims my navel and his fingertips brush over the top edge of my panties.

He slides his leg in between mine, pushing my thighs apart. His hand continues to move and his thumb lightly touches the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. My core is aching for his hand to move back up.

Sucking in a breath, I sweep my fingers up and down his back. I slip my hands in the waistband of his jeans and skim them along the elastic of his boxers. Letting out a light moan, I slide them all the way around to the fly of his pants. Taking in a quick breath, he swallows as I unbutton his jeans.

He presses light kisses across my jawline and whispers, “You are so beautiful.”

With heat and desire pooling in me, I can’t take any more foreplay. I reach around to his lower back and untuck his shirt. I slide my hands up his chest and pull his white shirt off.

His hand moves back up my thigh. Pushing my panties aside, he starts drawing circles across my flesh. My breath is coming in shorter gasps as he plunges one finger inside me, slowly moving it in and out.

He whispers in my ear as his lips explore my neck, “Come for me,” and that is my undoing.

My fingers claw into the front pockets of his jeans as my muscles clench into a tight ball, and my body explodes into a thousand pieces. I hear him talking, but his words are masked by my cries of pleasure.

He pushes my body back against the bed with force. He rests his forehead on mine and places both of his palms against the mattress on either side of me. His breath is just as erratic as mine.

My body is screaming for more. I want him inside me. I need for him to relieve the desire that has been missing for almost a year. With panting breaths, I bite my lip as I move to unzip his fly.

He moves my hair aside and kisses my neck, seductively whispering, “God, I need you now,” while unbuttoning my sweater. Pulling the fabric down, he kisses my right shoulder. “Your skin is so soft.” Pulling down the other side, he whispers, “You smell so good.”

He turns me back around to untie the belt at my waist, then kisses each of my eyelids. “I love your eyes, their color, how you look at me. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you for ten years. You’re always on my mind, Lia.”

As the moonlight streams through the windows, I struggle to find my breath as all the air leaves my lungs from his words, his charm, his everything. He leaves me breathless. Kneeling over me, he stares at me in just my bra and panties and then he quickly removes my bra and slides my panties off my hips. He continues to stare for a few more seconds before running his eyes down my body.

I stand there completely naked, vulnerable, and unable to move. I’m shaking as he steps closer and touches me. His hands wander from my hips around to my backside and he pulls me to him. “Do you want me?”

“So much.”

Sliding my hands up his hard smooth chest, I push him down on the bed and fall on top of him, kissing his throat as he groans in my ear. Running my hands further down the deeply etched V in his abs, I slide one hand into his boxers. I finally grasp him, moving my hand up and down his impressive length as he moans louder, panting my name.

I prop myself up on my elbows as I watch him stand up and quickly take off his jeans. He reaches down to the floor to pick them up and pulls a condom out of his wallet, tossing it on the bed, before removing his boxers.

He’s standing in front of me, gloriously naked, and I can’t help but smile. He grins back at me as he bends down and kisses my lips, my jaw, my ear. He lightly sucks on my lobe and then returns to my lips.

I pull him on top of me as his hands go from my hips, to my breasts, to my hair, and then clutch my face as he groans loudly. “I want to touch you everywhere, all of you, Lia. I want all of you.”

Trying to handle words, I hoarsely say, “I want you, too, Harry.”

Drawing away for a mere second, he lets go of my face and rolls us over. I can't wait any longer. I reach across the bed, pick up the condom wrapper, and tear it open. His eyes glaze over as he watches me, his breathing heavy. I move to the side as I attempt to put the condom on him. I can feel his body trembling under my touch, and my body quakes in response.

I’ve never put a condom on a man before, and my hands are shaking so badly I can’t possibly do it. “I’ve never done this, you’re going to have to help me.”

“Yeah, I can do it.” He reaches for another packet and tosses it on the bed as he throws the unused condom to the floor. Then, gazing at me with his powerful green eyes, he says, “But there’s something I have to do first, something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time.”

Then he gently rolls me over onto my back, easing my head onto the soft pillows. He moves his leg over my body. Hovering over me, he looks down with a wicked grin and says, “I need to taste you.”

Moving between my legs, he rests on his forearms as he begins to softly kiss my lips. Snaking my arms around his neck, I pull him closer to me, arching my back and pressing myself up into him. I want him inside me, now, but he seems content taking it slow. I’m aching for him, not only because I’ve been abstinent for so long, but also because I have wanted him for far longer.

My hold is lost as he descends further down my body, my breath increasing at an alarming rate. I can feel his tongue on my stomach, jetting in and out of my navel, as small moans escape me. Harry mutters, “You taste so good.”

As his mouth lingers on my slick flesh, my core starts to pulse in anticipation, and a much louder “Yes” escapes my lips.

Hearing his ragged breathing as he slowly sucks, lightly strokes, tastes, and licks my sensitive core, I start to moan his name. As his tongue plunges inside my core, going as deep as it possibly can, moving in and out in a constant rhythm, his eyes flick up at me. He notices I’m watching him. “Fuck Lia, you’re so hot,” he groans.

When he starts circling his tongue around me, I lose all ability to function. He then presses his tongue harder while slipping one finger inside me. “God, you taste so sweet.” And when he slides a second finger in, I can't even remember my own name.

I start to grind myself against his mouth, his fingers. “Oh God, Harry,” I cry out as I come harder than I’ve ever come in my life, momentarily leaving this planet behind.

As I float back down to earth, he’s slowly making his way up my body, still licking and tasting every inch of my skin. His mouth meets mine and I can taste myself. It is the most erotic feeling. He lightly licks my bottom lip from the outside around to the inside. I open my mouth further, and his tongue brushes against mine.

As we continue to kiss, I trail my fingers down the deep line of his abdomen. His stomach clenches beneath my fingers as I pass over his sensitive flesh. I hear him let out a sharp breath as I wrap my hand around his erection, making my way down to the base.

Shifting my body, I’m now hovering over him. Breathing hard, I can feel each and every pulse radiating from his hardness. Stopping only to look into his green eyes, which are darker, filled with deep desire, I pull back to a sitting position. I can hear his breathing, fast and unsteady, nearly uncontrollable, much like my own right now.

“Harry,” I say while reaching for the condom packet, tearing it open and handing it to him. “Do you know how much I want you?”

“God, baby, I want you so much,” he whispers to me. Watching as he rolls the condom on, I move to align my sex with his.

He grips my head, and pulls my mouth to his. As he deepens the kiss, I open my mouth further to welcome the softness of his eager tongue. His fingertips press into my hips as I lower myself onto him.

Watching him closely as he fills me completely, I think that this is the most satisfying thing I have ever felt. I begin to move faster.

Sucking in a deep breath, he bites his bottom lip before closing his eyes and cringing in ecstasy. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this,” he manages through gritted teeth.

Opening his eyes, he rolls us over, still connected. I’m now under his beautifully hard body. While moving inside me with slow, even thrusts, he’s kissing down my neck, touching my arms, cupping my breasts, thumbing my nipples.

Moving slowly, precisely, intently, he momentarily stops kissing my neck. “Baby, you feel so good.”

Gazing at me as his hips continue to slowly roll, he kisses one cheek then the other, my nose, then my eyelids in turn. He reaches under me, and pushes me upward, allowing himself to plunge deeper inside.

“Oh God, don’t stop,” I cry as I wrap my legs around his waist, our bodies fitting together like they were made for each other. Moaning himself, he starts to pick up the pace as he grabs my hand and pulls it to his heart.

The moonlight is luminescent through the windows as I moan louder now, feeling the buildup approaching from within me again. And when I look into his face I know he’s there, too.

I feel him start to explode. Groaning low and intensely, he stills for a moment as I cry out in pleasure from the mind-blowing orgasm that rushes through my body. I pull his face to mine and kiss him with all of the pent of passion we’ve shared over the years. As the intensity of our kiss calms, our lips rest together. Panting against each other, he gently trails his fingers up my cheek and brushes my hair back from my face before resting his forehead to mine. “You take my breath away.”

As our breathing becomes more controlled, he gently rolls off me and lies by my side. Removing the condom, he ties it in a knot, and tosses it to the floor alongside the unused one. Then he pulls me into his arms. Caressing my cheek, he turns to look at me with his gleaming green eyes. “That was amazing—definitely worth the wait.”

I nod my head because words momentarily escape me. Why didn’t we do that before? But I remember why. Louis. My mind starts to wander and a pang of guilt courses through my body. I quickly push the feeling aside knowing I shouldn’t have guilt. What Harry and I just shared should make me happy for once—I won’t let anyone take that away from us.

So tonight, as I finally lie here with the man I love, I choose to be happy.

“I love you, Harry,” I whisper.

I turn to see his eyes clench shut before he buries his face into my neck. “Lia, I—I love you… you don’t know how long I’ve waited for you to say that to me. I love you so much, baby."

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