29. Petra
“That was one hell of a celebration!” I declare, as giddy as if I had spent the night drinking along with everyone else. The proposal quickly turned into a party, and we ended up surrounded by everyone we love. “That was the best night out I have ever had, and I’ve ended it with a gorgeous ring on my finger.”
I grab Harry and pull him in for a deep and passionate kiss. One with meaning. I need this man to know how badly I want him already. I want him to know what this life together is going to be like. It doesn’t matter how much time we have spent together. The chemistry between us never sinks. It constantly gets stronger. I can’t get enough of him, and I really don’t think I’ll ever be able to.
“Mmm, but as much as I’ve enjoyed being with other people, I like being alone with you better.”
“Yeah,” Harry agrees. “Tell me about it. I have wanted to get my hands on you all night long.”
The kissing continues all the way through the house as our clothing flings everywhere. I don’t even worry about the mess we’re making because I don’t care. All the things that I used to prefer having control over don’t matter any longer. Control never got me anywhere anyway, did it? It left me more out of control than I ever was before, and while it all ended okay, it’s an experience that has changed me forever.
“God, I love your naked body,” Harry growls as my panties vanish. “I can’t get enough of it. And now I’m going to be married to you, which is just fucking incredible, isn’t it? You will be my wife.”
The word wife sends a delighted shiver down my spine. I love hearing it and I think I always will. The last time I was someone’s ‘wife’ it wasn’t real. It was almost like a test run, a practice for the real thing. This time, it all feels like the real deal. This time, I will be getting married forever. Married and a mother as well.
“And you.” I brush my fingers over his lips. “Will be my husband. Who would have ever thought it?”
The kissing resumes as we stagger toward the stairs. I think the vague intention might be for us to make it to the bedroom, but it doesn’t quite happen. I tumble back on the stairs and end up sitting on one with my thighs spread wide. Harry comes with me, eagerly and happily. He kneels before me and grabs my ass, pulling me closer to him. I hook my hands around the back of his neck and cling to him while he slides his way inside me, groaning and crying out with sheer bliss. The delight, the pleasure is too much for me.
“Oh, fuck, Harry, that feels incredible,” I gasp out. Every thrust grazes over my clit, which only shoots lightning bolts of white-hot pleasure all the way through me. It isn’t long before the orgasm is building, before Harry is shoving me toward the edge of the cliff. “Oh, God, that feels so good.”
He gasps and grunts, his lips all over my throat. He nibbles and licks my exposed skin, causing my heart rate to kick up about ten more notches which means it might explode from my chest at any given moment. But I don’t care, I don’t want to stop even if it does erupt. I crave this pleasure. I need it. I’ll die without it.
“Fuck, Harry, don’t stop.” I toss my head back and moan. “Oh, God, Harry, I need you. All of you.”
He fucks me hard and fast. I grab onto him so hard my nails dig into his skin, but he doesn’t seem to care. Harry, like always, is so concerned with my pleasure that he doesn’t give a shit about anything else. He’s so focused on me, so worried about making sure that I have a good time, that I could make him bleed and he wouldn’t even care. Every thrust sends me spinning higher than air. I can’t stop now.
“Oh, shit.” My toes curl under and my whole body stiffens. I’m at the peak, perching on the top of the mountain, right on the edge of everything, and all I can see is his beautiful face. The face that once only frowned before but now shines with joy, gleams with happiness. The face that I can’t get enough of, that I could look at for the rest of my life. “Harry, you are fucking incredible. Oh, my God, Harry.”
The words fly out of my mouth as I tumble and fall into the abyss. The pleasure rockets and shoots through me, it cascades through my body, dragging me deep under the waters of bliss. The orgasm floods me. It dances through every organ, fills my lungs until I can hardly breathe. I’m dizzy, twisting and turning, spinning, and I fucking love it. I cry out Harry’s name over and over like a prayer. I love the way his name feels on my lips. Especially when I’m at the peak of pleasure, reminding myself that he is the one making me feel this way, that he’s the one doing this to my body. Because Harry is everything right now.
Holy shit… by the time he’s done with me and my body is drained of energy and pleasure, Harry scoops me up into his arms and carries me up to the bedroom. I lean into him with the post-orgasmic bliss circling around me. I’m hot and bothered, panting and desperate, yet as worn out as I am, I want more. I could make love to this man all night long. I really am insatiable with him. Sometimes, I don’t know how we get anything done, how we don’t just spend all night in bed together, exploring one another’s bodies.
“You are gorgeous,” he murmurs to me as he lays me back down on the bed. “I am so lucky.”
“I’m lucky too.” I touch his cheek with one hand and my belly with the other. “We both are.”
Harry kisses over my belly for a while, his hands grazing over my skin. Space dust sparkles all over my skin, all over my flesh, all the way through me. I giggle and squirm, already calling out for more. I need so much more. “Harry, I want you again. I need you. Will you please give me what I need?”
Luckily, he is yet to feel the brink of pleasure, so he slides back inside of me right away. God, I will never get enough of the way he fills me up. His massive cock really does so much to me.
I wrap my legs around Harry’s back so I can drive him deeper inside me, and soon, we flip around into a number of different positions, each of us getting our fill from one another. We can’t seem to stop ourselves from experimenting every single time we have sex, and I absolutely love it.
The next time I come hard and fast, I’m not alone. Harry is crumbling with me. Our cries echo through the room, nearly rocking the walls of the house, growing louder with every passing second.
And then we collapse on the bed next to one another, panting desperately. Neither of us can catch our breath for what feels like a very long time, and as soon as we do, we begin laughing with glee.
“Wow, that was something else, again.” Harry laughs. “But then it always is with you. You are special.” He leans across and kisses me gently. “I can’t wait to get married and for our baby to be born. It’s going to be awesome, don’t you think? Us at the aisle, saying our vows. Us with a baby in our arms.”
I can see the future that he is envisioning, and I love it. “Oh, God, I can’t wait for all of it. You have no idea. It’s going to just be wonderful. I’m so excited to do all of this with you, of all people.”
“Actually.” Harry pushes himself up into a sitting position and smiles at me. But I can tell that there is a serious edge to his words, and it makes me worry just a tiny bit. “I have something else to tell you.”
“Do I need to be worried?” I join him, sitting up straighter as well. “You look all grave.”
“Nothing to worry about. Actually, I’m hoping that it will be a nice surprise for you.”
“Oh, yeah?” My heart races a little bit faster. “Don’t you think that I have had enough surprises today?”
“No way. I will never be able to surprise you enough. You know how I like to spoil you.”
I rub my hands together playfully as he leans across to his side of the bed and pulls something out to show me. It’s a piece of paper which I wasn’t expecting, so with furrowed eyebrows, I lean forward and start reading. But it quickly becomes obvious that this isn’t what I thought it was.
“What’s this about?” I ask quickly. “I can’t make head nor tails of it. Is it about the safehouse?”
His face breaks out into a giant smile. “It was a safehouse, once upon a time. But now, after some serious negotiations and a good payout, it’s a vacation home. Our vacation home. You know, just in case you ever want to recreate how we met one another. It might not have quite the same feel when no one has their life in danger, but I didn’t want to let anyone else make memories in there. It’s ours.”
I don’t know how to take in his words. They are just so beautiful. “So, the house on the island is ours?” He nods eagerly. “Oh, my God, Harry, that’s absolutely amazing. That place is incredible, and I bet it will be even better when I’m not hiding from anyone.” This brings tears to my eyes. I can’t stop myself. “That’s our island, isn’t it? It’s our place. We had some really good times there before things got shitty.”
I clutch my hand to my chest with the piece of paper still inside it, imagining us on that island once more, living a different sort of lifestyle out there. That’s pretty much where we fell in love with one another, and now we can go back there whenever we want to relive those days. I am so fucking lucky.
“I actually thought that maybe we could get married there… if you want to?” Harry asks me shyly. “I know that might not be your dream wedding, so if you have other ideas, then I will go along with it, but if you’d like to, we could get everyone there and have an awesome wedding. We can make our island whatever we want.”
“I love that idea!” I shriek with sheer joy. “Oh, my God, that would be amazing. Yes, I can see it now. A wedding on the island. That would just be perfect, wouldn’t it? I already can’t wait for it.”
Harry’s face breaks out into a smile, and I can’t resist joining in with him. Knowing that we’re going to have the perfect wedding on our dream island makes me the happiest woman alive. And the fact that it’s to the best-looking man, the sweetest guy I have ever been involved with waiting at the other end of the aisle for me is just the icing on the cake. I really am the luckiest woman alive.
“I love you so much, Harry,” I tell him softly. “Thank you so much for doing this for me.”
“You are more than welcome. I would give you the world if I could.”