When He Holds Your Hand

Slowly, Harry led me into the living room, his large hands covering my eyes.
"It's all I could do in an hour", his breath caressed my ear before he moved his hands away.
If it was all he could manage in an hour, my mind boggled at what he could do with more notice. The room was filled with pink and white roses, there were balloons with '30' dotted around and the room quivered with candlelight; I was gobsmacked.
"Is it ok?" Harry was taking my silence as disappointment. "I would have do..."
Throwing my arms around his neck, I silenced him with a kiss. I couldn't speak for fear of bursting into tears, so I hoped that my actions expressed how much I loved what he had done.
It blew my mind, and I'd never tell Harry or anyone this, but in an hour a guy I was only having casual sex with had done more for my birthday than my husband had ever done in the 6 years we'd been married. Not a single birthday had been celebrated with more than a card casually tossed across the breakfast table as Will left for work; I would then buy myself a huge bouquet of flowers and pretend to Rose that he'd bought them.
Finally, I found the ability to talk.
"Best birthday ever." I smiled against his lips, "thank you, Harry."
His smile set to full beam before taking hold of my hand and pulling me towards the dinner table.
"I asked Lou to pick something out for you, so if you don't like it blame her." He handed me a Liberties bag and suddenly look worried, "please say if you don't like it."
"I'm sure I'll love it." Touching his arm I felt anxiety prickle in my stomach that I might hate it and would have to lie to him.
Wrapped in scented purple tissue paper was a peach box clutch purse, covered in tiny flowers and crystals, and the clasp was shaped like a skull. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, and the dread I'd hate it was now replaced with guilt over how much it had probably cost.
Once more Harry spoke thinking I was disappointed and once more I silenced him with a long, lingering kiss.
"Lou did good?" he grinned.
"Lou did very good, tell her I love it." I grinned back, then paused, "who does she think it's for?"
"She knows I'm seeing someone, Layla, she's one of my best friends. But don't worry, she doesn't know it's you." Pressing a reassuring kiss to my forehead he pulled away, "now, let's eat so we can continue where we left off in the bedroom."
Somehow I'd actually forgotten the frustration that had sat like a weight between my legs when he'd got up and left me, but his promising smile and the effort he'd gone to at such short notice brought a tingle to my thighs.
I woke up to the sound of water running and Harry singing.
'I could get used to this.' I thought to myself, stretching out across the bed and feeling the warmth of where he'd slept. My body protested at the sudden movement, starting to ache all over from being in various different positions and angles. We were leaving no sexual position stone unturned in Harry's promise of 30 orgasms - 13 down, 17 to go.
Debating getting up to join Harry in the shower knowing full well that when we stepped back out to score would be 15-15, the water was switched off before I got the chance and Harry appeared in the doorway, naked and towelling the curls on his head.
"You're awake" is what I think he said, but the sight over his tanned, glistening body had me a little distracted. I followed a droplet of water as it ran from a lock of hair on his shoulder down across his chest to his torso and disappeared into the fluffy white towel wrapped around his waist; he really was the most delicious man I'd ever seen.
"No thanks, I'm not hungry." I mumbled absentmindedly, suppressing the urge to leap out of bed and run my tongue over every single inch of his beautiful form.
Harry grinned, turned his back to me and went back to drying his hair.
Five minutes later he was back in the bedroom, the towels were gone and he was completely naked.
"I liked the song you were singing," I tried to distract myself from the perfection that was Harry's butt: it was small but perfectly formed. "Is it one of yours?"
Harry nodded with a coy smile. I'd never really heard much of his music other than what I heard played on the radio. "It's on out new album and..." he stopped, unsure whether to say what he was going to next, "...well, it's inspired by you, well, us."
He was nervous, and even my heart had jumped into overtime, but I wasn't too worried. "Nothing too obvious I hope."
"No, it's just about being with someone who's married and wishing that she would be with me instead cause I love her... more."
That tricky L word hung in the air, unable to be taken back but unsure where to go next. Maybe I did have something to be worried about after all.
"Shall we order breakfast?" Voice shrill, I jumped out of bed and headed for a shower leaving Harry to regret his choice of words on his own.

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