Bonnie

Rolling over in bed onto my stomach for the third time in the past few minutes, I realized I was awake. Well, my bladder was a major factor in it because I had to pee so bad. I practically jumped out of bed and wiggled my way to the bathroom to relieve myself, lifting my dress over my hips and sitting on the toilet with a loud sigh.

It took me a second to realize that I was not alone in the bathroom. 

Sitting in the tub across the room, just barely out of sight was Harry who was soaking in a bubble bath. “Morning princess!” he smiled wide. My eyes bulged out of my head, I had never used the bathroom in front of Harry. I guess there was still a bunch of firsts in our relationship.

I wasn't in full view of him but he could see me and can clearly hear me. “Um, hey. What are you doing?”

His hair was wet and pushed back, a few bubbles stuck to his dark curls and covering his whole body beneath the water. He looked down at the water and just shrugged. “Soaking my troubles away. What are you doing?” 

I looked down and then back at him. “Peeing.” 

“Cool, didn't know you did that.” he joked. “I'll give you your privacy, but just remember I can only hold my breath for twenty-six seconds.” he suddenly ducked his head down and quickly decided to finish up, pulling my dress down and washing my hands. When he came back up a few seconds later he cheered, “hell yeah, I have reached my all-time record, forty-two seconds.”

“Congrats, but why didn't you wake me up this morning? It's already past twelve in the afternoon. Thought we would go see the town some more. Finally take me to see the Eiffel tower.'' I took a glimpse of myself and cringed at the fact that I had slept with my makeup on. I was usually really good at taking it off, but the alcohol and Harry had me falling asleep last night.

“Well, actually I was thinking we can go later at night when the lights go on.” his voice had a slight amount of hope in it. “That cool?”

I sighed and nodded, walking over to my bag to grab some makeup remover and a small towel. After getting cleaned off, I noticed Harry standing at his feet, completely naked as he watched the water go down the drain. After brushing my teeth, I turned on the shower and pulled off my dress, getting in to wash off the smell of booze. 

Just as I began to use my loofah to scrub my body, Harry walked into the shower and smiled at me. “I'm sorry, do we know each other?” I joked.

“I sure hope so, or not this is about to be a very awkward shower.” he leaned forward for a kiss, capturing my bottom lip between his for a second before scooting me away from the stream of water. “Just came to rinse off,” he mentioned standing under the water.

The shower was a small one-person shower so we were in very close proximity to each other, but I really didn't mind. Last night left me wanting Harry, and although we had sex on this trip, it wasn’t the most pleasant time.

 I wrapped my arms around his back, the water falling on both of us as I hugged him tightly. Harry seemed a bit caught off guard, as he usually is when I show him this amount of affection randomly, letting out a soft chuckle as he hugged me back. “Need you,'' I whispered. “Wanted you so bad last night.”

“I beg to differ, sleepyhead.”

“Believe me if I hadn't drunk that much, I would have let you do anything you want with me.” I ran my hands down his body reaching his ass and squeezing it. He had a small smirk on his mouth looking me up and down before his hand came up to the back of my head, gently running his fingers into my wet hair before tugging back from the back of my neck so I was meeting eye to eye with him. 

“You want me in here or in the bedroom up against the window so the city can see what a slut you are for daddy?” The man had a switch in personality so quickly my head spun.

“Whatever you want.” With that, he had me rinse off before turning off the water and taking me out to the bedroom where he had opened the curtains and had me standing naked and wet- in more ways than one- up against the glass as he came from behind me, taking a hold of my hips and teasing me with his cock, running it up and down my slit before finding my entrance and pushing in slowly. 

He was moving slowly in and out of me, taking his time before snapping his hips forward, trying to get a reaction out of me. A loud smack caused me to hiss and push myself up against the glass with my hands. He continued to fuck me from behind until I began feeling my body give in to the pleasure building up in my lower stomach. Of course, he decided to stop as soon as he felt me clenching. 

“On your back, on the bed.” I wobbled over feeling my frustration and orgasm slowly disappear. Harry went into his suitcase and pulled out a tie and came over tying my hands above my head and pulling me forward to the edge of the bed. He dropped down to his knees in front of the bed out of sight. I tried to calm my breathing until I felt his breath on me, and the feeling of his tongue as it left a bold stripe from my entrance to my clit, circling it slowly.

“Fuck…” I whined out, trying to close my legs as a reflex. His hands stopped me, spreading them farther apart as he did the same thing again, this time sucking my clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. He continued to do this until I was dripping down his chin and shaking, begging him to let me finish. 

“You wanna come, baby?”

“Yes, so bad, daddy. Please can I come all over your cock?” I put my hands down to grab at his hair but couldn't with how tight my hands were clasped together. 

“Anything for you.” with one quick movement Harry was on top of me pulling the tie off of my arms. I wrapped them around him and felt him push into me once again, fucking me right into the mattress hard and rough until I felt what seemed like fireworks erupting in me, followed by a gush of liquid and Harry growling when my nails dug into his skin.

*

It amazed me that we can sit and have breakfast in a cafe just forty minutes after Harry had pulled out and came all over my chest and stomach, calling me a dirty slut, like it was not a big deal. 

How this man went from that to sipping on a cup of coffee and making faces to a small child who kept waving to him in the next chair made me giggle. 

“Babies are so cute,” he whispered, finally turning to face me fully. “You want one of those?” I nodded. “You want that one, I’ll steal him.” he joked. "I'll run up and take him, you push the mom down." He giggled.

“No, I want a new one, and preferably one that looks like you.'' I reached over to scratch the stubble on his chin. We had just finished eating and I was now looking forward to going to the Eiffel tower. I know it seemed like not a big deal, but this was sort of a dream of mine to come to Paris and have a kiss in front of it. Call it a lame fantasy but it was something I really only saw myself doing with Harry at this point.

It was sort of a test in relationships to see if I really loved someone or not. I imagined me and that person in a really romantic place like Paris as the fireworks went off in the background. If I could imagine me and that person there, I loved them, if not- well clearly I didn't.

I have never been able to imagine anyone else but Harry in this scenario.

“Okay, I'm stuffed and caffeinated.'' Harry rubbed his stomach. “Ready?” he reached for his wallet and placed some money on the table.

“Tower?” I pouted. 

“That's for later my love.” he looked at the time and sighed, checking his phone. 

“Well we can go now and then go later too?” he sighed and seemed to not be too happy about it. “Harry, come on, please?” his eyes softened and he immediately nodded, helping me put my coat on and walking out with me. 

The streets of Paris were crowded and it seemed the closer we got to the tower, the worse it got. We took a cab and eventually stopped, paying him and walking the rest of the way. As we got closer, it was revealed that they were closing down the street because of overcrowding on New year's eve. Harry seemed angry at this.

According to one of the police officers who was kind enough to actually talk to us, the new year's celebration and fireworks brought more tourists than expected and for safety reasons, they had to redirect cars. “But we can still go in at night, like say, midnight?” Harry wondered.

“The next two days are going to be crazy until new years, sir. But yes, we will be open.” the man said in a very strong french accent.

I smiled, thanking him as Harry and I made our way towards the park. We could see the tower as we walked and I thought it was so amazing, but Harry seemed to have a lot on his mind. He looked at his phone and sighed to himself. “It's already four.”

“Are you in a rush?” I questioned, stopping near a bench out of the traffic of people walking in our direction.

“No. just pointing it out." He said calmly. We walked around for a while until Harry began making a weird face and rubbing his stomach.

"You alright?" He nodded but as we made our way back around the whole park, he seemed to be getting worse, burping and holding his stomach. Time passed quickly, and it was really cold so I decided to call it a day. "Honey you look a bit sick, let's go back to the hotel."

"I'm fine." He shook his head, clearly not okay. His face had turned whiter than usual, and his whole body was slightly hunched over.

"We have all week to be here, now get to walking." I pointed.

*