A/N: This chapter was supposed to go differently but here we are. Hope you like it :)

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Our hotel room was beautiful. As soon as I pulled away from Harry so his lips can reach my neck, I finally took it all in. I was in Paris with the love of my life. He had planned this whole thing without me knowing and I was in awe.

The bed was queen-sized, soft sheets under a soft grey comforter that matched the grey wall to wall headboard. The matte wallpaper with vinyl flowers matched perfectly with the grey and white theme in this particular suite. The sudden burst of color from the roses scattered all over the bed. Flowers bloomed bright on top of the white dresser matched with the other furniture. It was all so beautiful. Simple yet...elegant. There was no need for a huge suite of some sort with all the extra amenities. Just this cozy room with the view was by far the best thing ever.

I guess I never appreciated a view before, but none had ever been as beautiful as this one. Outside our window was the view of the buildings across the street and then in the background, right there in front of me was the actual Eiffel Tower. Call me a sucker for the cliche romantic gestures, but this whole trip and view- Paris! I was so far gone right now.

I turned to face Harry who was still on top of me, also turned toward the window looking at the beautiful view. He turned back to face me and smiled at me. "I love you."

"I love you," I said back. “Fuck, Harry, I love you so much.”

"I have something for you since I know you didn't pack any...lingerie." I licked my lips and agreed that I didn't bring anything too sexy considering Paris wasn't part of the plan for me. "If you're up for it-"

"Yes!" I wanted to give something to Harry and I had been doing some research into all of this. I was going to give Harry a whole new experience. But first, I needed to take a shower and make sure everything was...clean. "Wait you brought something for me to wear? Is it sexy?" I think Paris had brought out a new version of myself because my voice had just dropped and sounded so willing.

What a change from how I was two years ago.

"Very sexy. But we don't need to do anything crazy tonight. We're going to be here for a few days." He gulped. "I don't want you in pain for the next few days, so… That stuff we talked about-"

"Anal," I confirmed. "Let's be adults about this Harry. I want us to experience something together. I want to try because it's something that I know I would only do with someone I love and trust. So I'm gonna go shower, and you are going to find lube in my bag-"

"You brought lube?" He cut me off as he pushed himself up off the bed. “Have you been planning this for a while?”

I rolled my eyes. “Harry, do you really think it's that easy to take you. Stop being humble, okay? You have a big dick. The wind blows and you get hard but it's a lot more work to get wet.”

He made a face as if he had been lied to but quickly shook his head as if to agree, looking down at the bulge in his pants."Do you hear that little Harry, we were given a compliment." I rolled my eyes and walked away towards the bathroom. “I'll just find the lube.”

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Do you know what was strange? I wasn't nervous at all.

I knew I was in love beyond belief and that Harry would be gentle until I told him it was okay not to be. I was safe and in good hands.

Harry was like the Allstate guy. Are you in good hands?

Jesus, I'm turning into Harry slowly but surely. Only he would make that joke.

Harry had gifted me a very beautiful lace babydoll type of lingerie. Although it was completely see-through, it was very modest for his usual suggestion of lingerie he wanted me to wear. His suggestions usually looked like two sugar packets tied to some shoelaces.

Harry really preferred me naked and thought of lingerie as a waste of time. Sort of like trail mix is m&ms with obstacles.

I heard the hotel room open and Harry say thank you in French before the door was shut. I had finished my shower and was dressed ready for tonight. I walked out of the bathroom and saw that Harry was fixing a tray of fruits and champagne next to the seating area, his back to me. I bit my lip at the sight of his muscles moving as he lifted a chair and pushed it to the opposite side of the room, then grab the bottle to open it and pour two glasses for us.

“Stop checking me out,” he said randomly, making me giggle and cover my mouth.

“I can't help it.” I walked over to wrap my arms around his waist. “This feels like a dream. When did you get so romantic?” 

Harry turned completely around to look at me and he seemed taken back. I had showered, moisturized, put on just a little makeup to cover some red spots, and was wearing the lingerie. He seemed to like what he saw but had a bit of nerve seeping through his words as he lifted the bottle, slightly shaky, and asked if I wanted a glass.

I nodded, thanking him and pulling him along with me to the bed to sit on the edge and enjoy the taste of champagne.

I felt rich as fuck right now.

He lifted up the glass and smiled, “to you, for being brave enough to tell me you loved me.” I tapped his glass.

“To you for loving me back.” We sipped our drinks and leaned in for a kiss.

The next thirty minutes or so began as very innocent acts of feeding each other grapes and drinking more champagne. Slowly but surely turning into very flirtatious foreplay. 

Harry was in his boxers, with one leg behind where I sat next to him and the other flat on the ground. His arms wrapped around my waist and his cool soft lips, chill from the drinks, met with my shoulder and neck, leaving spongy wet kisses anywhere his mouth could reach. My skin was hot, full of goosebumps, and hypersensitive to his touch. 

I pulled away, standing to my feet and setting our now empty glasses aside, turning back to him to shove at his shoulders so he’d fall back against the bed. A small smile formed on his lips as I straddled him and wrapped my arms around his neck. “You seem nervous.”

“You don't?” I shook my head. “Listen, I don't want you to be uncomfortable. Don't do this for my benefit. If you can't handle it, just tell me to stop and we can do it normally.” I nodded. “Words Bonnie.”

“Yes, sir.” I saluted him instantly flipping me over and kissing me roughly, grabbing my hands to pin them above my head. His mouth went down to the small space between my breast, nipping at the skin that wasn't covered by lace.

With one hand he kept my arms pinned, using his other hand to lift up my dress and slipped his fingers into the front of the tiny matching material of my panties. His fingers slipped into my slit, feeling my heat and arousal.

“Fuck-” he bit his lip, pushing his two fingers into my entrance. “I need to make you cum first. Then I'll lay you down and get you ready for me, okay?"

 I nodded but quickly remembered what he said about actually talking. “Okay.” He gave me a stern nod and stood up, grabbing the bottle of lube to place on the nightstand. He pulled his boxers off as well revealing himself completely to me. He was still nervous, slightly shaking as he pulled his underwear off. I decided then and there that I had to do something. “You know what lay down, I need you to relax.” he seemed taken off guard so I pushed him down again, putting a pillow behind his head.

He didn't say anything, watching carefully as I took a hold of his cock and licked up the side of him, letting a bit of saliva fall along the shaft. His hips bucked up from how sensitive he clearly was.

A feeling bubbles in my stomach from sheer excitement I got causing Harry pleasure and this amount of blood to surface under his skin, without even doing much at all. It gave me a sense of confidence knowing he found me this attractive.

I could hear his warning as I took him as far as my mouth would let me, sucking in my cheeks, using my tongue to help him reach his high. He cursed over and over telling me he didn't want to finish yet but still held my head down as hot spurts of his cum shot to the back of my throat. 

Pulling away he seemed slightly dazed and confused, breathing heavily and sweating. But at least his nerves were gone. “I don't know how you do that, but thank you.” he looked at me and smiled.

“I'm just talented.” I teased, shrugging my shoulders. My body landed on the bed and I spread my legs reaching between myself to feel the wetness and use it to begin rubbing small circles against my clit. Harry took this as a sign to make his way between my legs and return the favor, having me finish against his tongue within a few minutes. “Fuck me.” I whimpered as he continued his assault against my oversensitive nerves. 

The man's stamina was always impressive, and although he's had some problems in the past, apparently tonight it was the opposite because he was once again ready to go. Spreading my legs, he pushed inside of me with ease and both of us let out deep sighs, looking into each other's eyes. He was moving slow, passionately, pushing every ounce of love he had for me into each thrust. Our lips and body moved together in perfect sync and I could feel his body pressed against mine, our grips getting tighter and tighter- oxygen not seeming like the most important thing apparently because we soon pulled away, breathing heavily.

I was getting close again and Harry knew it before I could even process it. “You ready for me?” I nodded, loosening my grip so he could stand up, pulling out and reaching over to the table to grab the bottle of lube. “On your back or stomach?” I turned around completely and lifted my hips up a bit, wiggling them, only to earn a gentle slap against my left cheek.

“Harder.” I shouldn't say that because the next slap really stung. Luckily his hand gently rubbed over the flesh and soothed it.

No matter how much prep work you do, something like this was going to hurt a little. It wasn't unbearable, but for a long time, it felt like it was never going to be pleasurable. When Harry reached about the midway point inside of me from the back, I let out a sigh at the fullness. I have never been this full.

Harry was probably in pure bliss, groaning and moaning profanities and telling me how good it felt. “Talk to me baby, tell me something.”

“I've never felt closer to you.” I joked, wincing as he pushed in almost completely. 

“Me either baby.” he kissed my spine. “Okay well, I'm gonna start moving. Good?” I nodded. "I don't know if it helps, but you feel so fucking good, and you look so hot from this angle." It didn't help with the pain but it did help with my self-esteem.

Slowly he began moving and although it felt odd, Harry reassured me everything was good and that I was okay. And after a while, it was almost okay.

I began to enjoy it a little bit, but not as much as Harry who pulled out after a few minutes and finished on my back.

Anal sex wasn't that bad. In fact, I might let Harry and I do it again.

After we finished, or at least Harry finished, he took care of me in a different way. We took a bath and now Harry was giving me a massage. The man had magical hands and was really taking this aftercare stuff seriously. “Do you want something to eat, love button?”

I rolled my eyes and groaned as his finger really worked their way into every knot in my back. “I'm good… Harry.” I wasn't good at making up nicknames. “Do you want a turn?” I turned to face him and he shook his head, laying down beside me in bed, making sure to cover my back with the blanket.

“Are you sure you're okay?” It was sweet of him to be so concerned but I was honestly just wonderful.

“I'm just a little sore, but the pain reliever is beginning to work.” I was fighting back sleep, and I could tell Harry was too. I don't know why I didn't want to go to sleep. Maybe it was because I was afraid to wake up and realize this was all a dream. But we had a full day of adventure ahead of us and I knew we needed to rest after tonight.

“Tomorrow should be better,” Harry said half asleep, his eyes just barely open as he scooted closer to me in bed. 

“Go to sleep, baby.” he nodded before my eyes closed and I fell into a deep sleep.

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-k