-Isabelle's POV-

I get ready for bed, but before I hop in I decide to take a quick shower. If Harry keeps his promise, I'm sure he'll be back momentarily, so I deicde to double-shave my legs.

I finish shaving my legs, being careful not to cut my skin by accident, and I'm dreading getting out of the warm water. It cascades around me, flowing around my hair, gently gliding over my skin. I turn my face into the water, letting it pour down the front of my naked body.

Out of nowhere, I feel a strong pair of hands grip onto my waist. I turn around quickly before I almost let out a scream. His hand comes up to cover my mouth before his green gaze locks with mine. "Shh, it's just me, love," he says, his velvety voice matching his smirk.

I can't seem to decide what to say first. "What are you doing, Harry?"

"I told you I'd be back," he says, his smirk growing deeper, now revealing the light indent of a dimple.

"How did you get in!?"

"The window, love," he says.

Once im over the shock of an intruder, I register the fact that he's in the shower with me. He's in the shower with me. How is this possible!? I locked the door!

II instinctively bring my hands up to cover my body, suddenly feeling very self conscious. We're close enough together that it's hard to him to get a good look anyways.

im about to ask him to leave, but I can't bring myself to do it. I want him to stay.

As my body starts to finally get over the fact that he's here, I realize he's naked. My body ignites immediately, wetness pooling between my thighs, craving his touch.

His green gaze still hasn't left mine, his eyes not wavering once to try and sneak a peak at my fully exposed body. He must be able to tell I'm self conscious.

I lean in towards him, eager to feel the passion in his kiss. He leans away slightly. "Desperate, are we?" He teases.

I ignore his remark as he crashes his lips onto mine, meanwhile pressing my back against the cool tiles of the shower. The hot water rushes over our bodies, which are now tangled together, inseparable.

His hands find my waist again as they roam up and down my torso. I tangle my fingers in his wet curls, tugging lightly and earning a groan from his lips. His hands move upwards and each find my breats. He cups them before gently squeezing, making me arch my back and press my body against his even more, desperate to be closer.

His thumbs roll over my nipples, making them hard and swollen, which drives my centre insane. His hands move downwards, leaving my breasts alone for the time being as he skims over my belly button and along my thighs.

He pulls away from my lips, only to reconnect at my neck, sucking and nibbling gently on my sweet spot as his index finger attaches to my clit. he moves it in slow, hard circles, making me moan out. I know my mother has long since gone to bed, and she's so far downstairs I can't help but make noise.

His lips make their way down my neck, kissing along my collarbone until they attach onto my nipple. As he swirls his tongue around it, making my back arch even more, he slips two fingers inside me.

"You're so wet, baby," he says in a low voice. His words only make my arousal even more noticeable.

His fingers slowly pump in and out of my centre, starting to build up a steady rhythm, leaving me breathless. I start to protest as his lips leave my breasts and continue to make their way to my stomach, but he silences me with a look, silently begging me to let it happen.

I shut my eyes as his lips move down even more, kissing the insides of my upper thighs, his tongue trailing along, leaving goosebumps wherever he goes despite the warm water.

After what seems like hours, he finally closes in on my area with his tongue. He starts by slowly licking me all the way from the bottom to the top. I've never felt this kind of sensation before. Between his tongue's magic, the cool tiles against my back and the hot water streaming down, I'm already lost in my own pleasure.

His tongue does another sweep up and down my folds, caressing every spot. I'm grateful I shaved minutes before he stepped in, knowing he's loving the smooth skin against his mouth.

Slowly, he moves his lips up to attach to my clit, and I cry out. He starts to gently suck, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud every few seconds, making my moans become louder and louder. He starts to suck harder as he adds another finger in, still pumping at the same, fast rhythm. I start to lose my focus.

My eyes squeeze shut, unable to process anything. All I can feel is the most intense waves of pleasure I've ever felt, making me pant harder and harder as he mercilessly sucks on my clit. I feel his fingers curl up inside of me, hitting exactly the right spot, and that's when I lose it. My juices flow out over his fingers, his tongue desperately trying to lap it all up agaisnt my folds.

I cry out again, much louder than before, as my high reaches its peak. He continues his motions the whole way through as the waves of pleasure start to slowly decrease, one by one.

He finally removes his fingers from me as I'm left to collapse against the edge of the shower, comppletely out of breath. "Harry," I pant.

"You taste so good, Belle," he moans as he licks every last bit off of me and his fingers. His lips move up to connect with mine, gently pressing a soft kiss against my quivering lips.

"Come on," he whispers as he shuts off the water. He helps me out of the shower and I immediately cover myself up with my hands, looking at the ground.

"Don't be shy, babe. You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

i blush as I look up into his green eyes, his emerald stare so pure and genuine... I can tell he means it. I suddenly feel better about my body.

I let him towel me down, as he purposely takes his sweet time on my breasts, his eyes wandering over them more times than I can count. It's like he's mesmerized.

I take him by surprise when I steal the towel from him and start to towel him off. I start with his curls, squeezing the water out of them as gently as I can. I make my way to his muscular shoulders, letting my fingers brush over his tanned skin.

The towel continues its way down his inked chest as my fingers trail behind, following every trace of the black patterns.
I eventually reach his toned abdomen, where I can't help but stare, and finally I continue down his happy trail.

His length is now fully erect, revealed in all its glory. He's bigger than I remembered. I wonder what it would be like to have him inside me, but I know im not ready. Losing my virginity is not something I plan to do tonight, but everhthing feels so right with Harry. Maybe one day.

Before I get the chance to wrap my hand around it, Harry scoops me up in his arms and carries me bridal style to my bed. He places me back on my feet infront of him, and he brushes his lips against mine before I pull away. It's his turn to be pleasured now.

My mouth waters, just the sight of him doing crazy things to me. I wrap my small hand around his length, and slowly start to slide my hand up and down. I take him by surprise once again as I abruptly drop down on my hands and knees and take him into my mouth as far as I can. I use my hand to pump the last inch or two that I can't fit in, while my other hands gently starts to fondle his twins.

A small drop of pre-cum oozes out of the tip, and I lick it up with my tongue. The taste is much better than last time; I guess I'm more used to it.

"Look up at me," he demands in a soft tone. "I need to see you."

I obey, my eyes peering up at him through my lashes. His green eyes meet mine before they roll back in pleasure as he moans my name.

I continue to suck, swirl my tongue around, and move my hands until he's panting. His curls stick to his forehead, which is now glistening with a sheen of sweat. I swear he's never looked so sexy to me before with his eyes shut tight, biting his bottom lip. Just knowing I made him like this gives me great female satisfaction.

Minutes later, I feel his length twitch in my mouth as a hot spurt of cum hits the back of my throat. I swallow quickly before licking my lips and planting one last kiss on his tip.

I climb on top of him as he recovers from his high, planting a firm kiss to his mouth. He flips us over before he reaches over and turns out the light.

He pulls us under the covers as he wraps his arm around me, pulling my body close up against his.

"You're amazing, Isabelle," he whispers. I love hearing that from him.

"Goodnight, Harry," I whisper back as I feel his lips connect softly to my shoulder before resting his head back on the pillow.

"Sweet dreams, love..." He says as I drift into sleep, my dreams not even comparing to reality.

Notes

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