-Isabelle's POV-

Once Harry turns down our street, I see him look over at me. "Thank you, for everything."

I smile. "No, Harry, thank you. Tonight was perfect."

He smiles back at me. I don't think I've ever felt this happy. As the car pulls into Harry's driveway, I'm a little confused.

"Uh, Harry, you missed my house," I say.

"Well.." he blushes. "I didn't want you to have to spend the night alone again, and my mum is out for the night so I thought you could sleep here. I mean, only if you want to." He says as he rubs the back of his neck.

"I'd love to."

His eyes meet mine and he smiles again. I could get lost in that smile. If it was the last thing I'd ever see, I'd be the luckiest person on earth.

We walk to the door, and I'm surprised as I walk in. His house is just as nice as all the others, but it has a different feel. It feels.. Homey. It's nice.

He leads me upstaira to his room. It's so neat and organized, and I'm a little shocked. I didn't expect his room to be so put together.

I stifle a yawn as he walks over to his dresser, and he pulls out a pair of boxers and one of his signature black v-necks. He looks at me expectantly, so I start to teasingly pull up my dress before but I shoo him out. "This isn't a free show Harry," I say and he smirks.

"Whatever you say, love," he says as he walks out of the room. I change quickly, knowing he'll burst through the door intentionally any second now.

Of course, my suspicions are confirmed as he casually walks in as im pulling his shirt on.

"Couldn't stay away, could you."

"Not even for a second," he says with a wink. He starts to strip down, slowly pulling his shirt over his toned abdomen before he pulls it back down again. "This isn't a free show, Isabelle," he says, mocking me.

I roll my eyes and turn around, facing the wall. I hear clothing brushing against skin, and I can't help but peek over my shoulder. "I knew you couldn't resist," he says, the smirk evident in his playful tone.

Once again, I roll my eyes before I jump on top of the covers on his bed. He pulls off his jeans, stripping down to just his black boxers, and he jumps on next to me.

He puts his arm around me and pulls my chin up to meet his eyes. His other hand finds its usual place on my hip, and I close my eyes. Our lips meet, and he immediately swipes his tongue over my bottom lip. I grant him access, all of my exhaustion from the day disappearing as his lips move against mine.

His tongue explores my mouth as the kiss gets deeper and deeper, and it feels like the temperature in the room starts to rise. I can feel his large hands roaming around my body, and this time I don't feel the need to stop him. I'm craving his touch, and it feels right to be this close to him.

He breaks the kiss, lightly brushes my cheek with his hand, and his lips move on to my neck. His lips find my sweet spot, where he sucks lightly, his teeth grazing over the skin before his tongue runs over it, soothing the spot. I can't help but let out a small moan as my breathing starts to become uneven.

One of his hands moves up towards my waist, closer and closer to my breasts. Since I don't seem to stop him, his hand continues up to feel me over his v-neck. I look up to see his eyes widen when he realizes I'm not wearing a bra.

His hand moves down and starts to come up under my shirt, cupping one of my breasts in his hand. I press my body even closer to him, craving the feelings he's creating inside of me. I moan as he rolls his thumb over my nipple, making it erect.

He reconnects out lips, swallowing the sound of my soft moans as his hand moves on to my other breast.

Soon, he moves his hand from under my shirt, and slowly he traces his fingers down my stomach towards the edge of his boxers. His hand traces the waistband, which is a little loose on me.

I break the kiss. "Harry," I breathe, "I've... No one's ever.." I hope he understands what I'm trying to say.

"It'll feel good, love. I promise. Just my finger, okay?" He says back.

What are you doing, Isabelle? This isn't you. You only met him a week ago, and suddenly he's about to get in your pants!? My mind tries to knock some sense in me, but his lips move back down to my neck and all of my morals get thrown out of the window.

I think he senses my nervousness as his hands slowly start to push down my -- his -- boxers, so he whispers, "Don't be nervous, love."

Once the boxers are off of my legs, his hand starts to roam my thighs teasingly. His hand moves between them, and he parts my clenched legs with his fingers.

His strong fingers slowly caress my folds, making me sigh. "You're so wet for me, baby," he says, running his fingers up and down my centre.

He presses his lips to mine as he glides one finger inside me. I can feel my opening stretching around his finger, feeling every bone and ridge in my tightness. I adjust to the new sensation. He curls his finger up towards the top wall, touching a spot inside of me I didn't know existed, and I let out a moan louder than I intended.

He quickly slides out his finger and gently pumps back in, earning another moan of pleasure from me. "Don't stop," I manage to breathe out through my pleasure.

He listens, pumping his finger faster and faster as I near closer to my release. "Harry," I whine as he sucks on the sweet spot on my neck again.

Then, he adds another finger and once again quickens his pace. His thumb finds my clit, rubbing in slow, hard circles.

Between sucking on my neck, the intense pleasure coming from my clit and his strong fingers penetrating my heat, I can't take it anymore as I come undone. "Harry!" I cry out as waves of extreme pleasure rush through my body.

"That's right, love, let go," he whispers against my neck, leaving goosebumps as my juices release into his hand. He slowly removes his fingers from my dripping sex and brings them up to his mouth. He sucks all the juices off before he says, "You taste so good baby, I can't wait to really taste you."

Still breathing heavily, I manage to pull his boxers back on as he turns out the lights. He returns into bed, pulling my body as close to him as it can get.

"Goodnight, Harry," I whisper.

"Goodnight, Isabelle," he replies as I drift into a peaceful sleep, wrapped in Harry's arm.

Notes

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