-Isabelle's POV-

I wake up in Harry's arms as he's placing me down as gently as he can in a lobby chair.

"Oh, sorry, love. I didn't mean to wake you," he says, blushing slightly.

"It's okay," I whsiper back sleepily. My eyes take in my surroundings, confused at the new scenery. "Where are we?" I ask.

"Well.. I mean, you said you wanted to get out. So, I.. I thought we could spend a night or two here at my grandfather's motel. I mean, we can leave if you want to. I'm sorry, it was a bad idea, wasn't it--" he rambles on. I cut him off with a quick kiss to his lips.

"It's perfect," I say, smiling against his mouth as his hot breath tickles my tongue.

He checks us in to Room #6 and we walk up the stairs to the door. As I'm observing the outside of the motel, I'm astounded. We're right infront of a tiny little lake, and it's the cutest motel I've ever seen.

We walk inside and I flop down onto the bed, admiring the cute little room. It's small but perfect.

The thoughts of my mother start to overcome me, but I push them away without any luck.

I need a distraction. I need Harry.

"What do you want to do? It's only 8pm, we can hike around the lake, or we can just watch a movie. We could go out for dinner if you want?" His voice travels in an echoey fashion around the small room.

That's not the distraction I meant. I walk over to him confidently - or more desperately, I guess - and wrap my arms around his neck. "Or... we could just stay in..." I say as seductively as I can. I'm not good at seduction. My voice just sounds weird, but at least he picks up on the message.

He nods and leans in, closing the distance between us. The second his soft lips meet mine, I can feel everything I've ever known collapse inside me into a jumbling mass of butterflies. All of my problems, all of my sadness from the last few weeks, all of my fears long since forgotten. All I can feel is the way his mouth moves against mine in perfect synchronicity.

He swipes his tongue across my bottom lip as his hands roam my body, mine now tangled in his luxiourious curls. The world feels like it's spinning around us, like we are the sun and everything revolves around us. Time feels as though it's frozen still. Every movement, every touch is in slow motion. All I can taste is his lips, the sweetness of him swirling in my mouth.

It's complete heaven.

His arms wrap around my small waist, encasing me in his strong frame and pulling me closer to him than I have ever been before. There isn't a part of us that isn't touching, but it still doesn't feel close enough.

All I can do is breathe in his indescribably beautiful scent with laces of sweetbriar, defined teakwood and the sharp, burning sensation of peppermint. Nothing could ever compare to this feeling.

His hands move down to the back of my thighs, signalling for me to jump into him. I do as I'm told and he carries us over to the large, plush bed. The silky sheets make contact with my back as he climbs ontop of me, still not breaking the kiss.

He breaks away first, but he immediately reconnects his lips to the tender skin of my neck, leaving gentle kisses down to my collorbone. I'm forced to let out a moan as his tongue swirls around the base of my neck, sucking. He's definitely leaving a mark, but I couldn't care less.

His large hands slowly start to unzip the side of my dress as he slides it down my frame, exposing my undergarments. Relief washes over me when I remember I wore my sexiest bra and panties set today. Thank god.

Once my dress has been carelessly discarded on the floor, his lips start to kiss my toes. He works his way slowly up over my foot, my heel, my calf, my knees and my thighs, but he skips strategically over my centre. Heat floods down to my area as his lips make their way up my stomach, his tongue swirling around my belly button.

I've long since forgotten to feel self conscious of my body around Harry. The lust in his green eyes when he gazes up at me makes me feel so wanted.

His slowly slips the straps of my bra off my shoulders and unclasps it skillfully at the back. He pulls it off and it joins my dress on the floor.

He starts to massage my breasts with his hands, and I'm mesmerized by his touch. His lips meet mine once again as he kisses me slowly before moving down to my nipple. Once his lips enclose around the nub, moans start to spill off of my lips more than I'd like them too. His technique is worthy of a million awards. He's amazing.

His lips eventually make their way back down to my stomach. He hooks his fingers in my thong and slides it excruciatingly slowly down my legs as he finally surprises me with one long lick up my pussy. His tongue starts to play around with my lips as his hands hold down my now-squirming thighs.

After a few minutes, he pleases me once again. His lips connect around my clit abruptly, sucking relentlessly for a second before he gently pushes two fingers inside me. I start to lose my grip on reality, waves of pleasure rushing over me. I can feel my high approaching.

The combined sensation of his lips and his fingers sends me over the edge, my wetness flooding his mouth.

He kisses his way back up to my mouth, his lips still glistening with my arousal.

Suddenly, I realize he's fully clothed. That needs to change. Now.

I hurry to undo the buttons of his shirt, pleased with myself when his tanned, ink-covered torso is revealed. My hands roam around his abdomen before making their way to the waistband of his pants. I undo the button and zip down the fly as he helps me pull off his pants.

His boxers soon follow suit. His lips smash against mine with more force than before, crossing an invisible barrier we haven't touched before. My hand makes it's way to his length, and I start to slowly pump my hand up and down, making him moan and bite my lip. "Harry," I whisper.

"I'm sorry, love. We can wait. We don't have too," he says back, understanding my cautionary warning.

I shake my head.

"What do you want?" He asks.

For the first time, I'm sure of my answer. "You," I say quietly as I blush.

Thats all it takes. He disappears from overtop of me, and I'm momentarily confused. The crinkle of the foil package answers my confusion as he slides the latex over his length.

Nerves start to build up inside me. He's so big.. How does that all fit inside me!?

He must sense my concern. "Are you sure you want to do this? We can wait," he says again.

"I want to," I reply. I need this. I need all of him.

He hovers over me again. "It might hurt a little," he warns.

I nod, biting my lip as he positions himself over top of me.

He kisses my mouth in an attempt to distract me from the pain as his tip penetrates inside me, but it's a feeble attempt. Nice try, Harry.

I bite my lip even harder as he slowly pushes himself in farther, inch by inch. "Are you alright?" He asks, and I can hear the concern in his tone.

I nod, worried I'll let out a sob if I try to speak.

He continues to sink himself in until finally he stops and pauses. "Tell me when you're ready," he whispers in my ear.

The feeling of him in me is so foreign. I feel.. Complete. Like he just put in the last piece of the puzzle.

I take a deep breath before responding. "I'm ready."

He pulls out of me at the same, slow pace, and it feels like everything down there is tearing. How do people enjoy this!?

I do my best to bear with it. He kisses me again, this time slowly and gently, matching his pace.

The the pain starts to ebb away little by little, leaving trickles of pleasure in its wake. I start to moan.

Harry speeds up slightly, pressing a little deeper as sweat starts to head on his forehead, his curls sticking together.

"Harry," I moan breathlessly as he starts to push deeper and faster, increasing even more. The pleasure starts to take over completely as I'm filled by him repeatedly.

"I'm close, Belle," he pants, letting out a moan as I clench my walls around him.

My stomach starts to tighten, and soon it's all I can do not to full-out scream. My moans get louder and louder, my hands gripping his biceps as he thrusts in and out of me.

Waves of pleasure crash down on me, coursing through my veines, electrifying me. I can feel us floating up and away from everything around us, melting into the dark velvet of the night sky and blending in with the hot stars burning on and on around us. This feeling is brand new to me. I've never felt this sort of crave before, this lust. I don't want my ecstasy to end.

I start to slowly come down from my high as I feel Harry's length twitch inside me, and he released himself into the condom.

His last few thrusts get sloppy and start to slow, until he kisses me gently on the lips. "I love you, Isabelle," he whispers as he pulls himself out of me. I feel so alive, my pulse still racing, the blood coursing through my veins and pounding in my ears. My heart speeds up at his words, fluttering so fast I'm almost scared it'll explode.

"I love you too, Harry," I whisper back as I fall asleep in his arms in pure happiness.

Notes

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I apologize for this being such a smutty chapter for those of you who don't enjoy it as much, but it is Rated R! anyways, I hope at least some of you enjoyed it. Please let me know if you did in the comments! :D

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