In my post blissful state, I cuddle into the tenderness of his arms that surround me.  He softly strokes his fingers over the skin on my arm with one hand.  With the other, he plays with my hair again, twiddling strands around his fingers before gently releasing them and then starting again. 

My flushed cheek lays flat against his cool chest; the slow rise and fall of his pacifying breaths lull mine peacefully back to their normal rhythm.  The effect is so relaxing I feel myself beginning to drift off.  I turn my head to rest my chin on his chest and I peek up at him.  He soothingly brushes my hair off my face and I know I mirror his look of sheer happiness.  He casually pushes me onto my back and rolls half of his warm body on top of me. 

"You hungry Beautiful?" 

In response I nod lightly and lazily smile at him.  The ideal would be to stay here cozily wrapped up with him for the rest of the evening but in truth my appetite is ravenous.

"Good, I'll go and serve dinner.  Come down when you are ready."  He kisses me swiftly then rises up.  Gracefully, he gathers my discarded clothes that are scattered around the floor and places them neatly at the end of the bed.

I half sit up, resting on my elbow, and reach out to grasp his hand.  "What about you?"  I want to return the pleasure he has given me.

He entwines his fingers tightly in between mine and leans over the bed, resting his body weight on his other hand and arm.  "I was satisfied by watching beautiful you come for me.  My self-restraint now will be my reward and yours again later."  He winks fondly at me and leans in to peck my lips before disappearing back downstairs. 

He has been desperate to see me all week and yet he is denying himself.  A totally unselfish lover holding out for increased pleasure.  This is a new one on me as far as a man is concerned but he clearly knows what he wants and how to refrain to achieve it. 

Thoroughly sated, I sink back into the warmth of the bed.  My whole body is still on fire, burning hot to touch and crackling in ecstasy.  He has sensationally kissed, licked and sucked his passion over every inch of me.  The lasting effects of him are like a powerful overdose, coursing heated shivers of satisfaction deep within me. 

Much as I would love to remain in this pure sublime state, dinner is calling so I get up and venture into the bathroom.  One glance at myself in the mirror and I am the definition of the expression 'just fucked.'  I look like I have been dragged through a hedge backwards.  My brunette tresses are a mess of stuck-up tangles and my make-up smudged to smithereens.  And he still called me beautiful!

I peer into the mirror for a closer inspection.  The girl reflected back at me has cheeks tinted rosy red and eyes that sparkle in serenity.  A tiny smile graces my lips.  I like this new relaxed and contented version of me.  I shrug my shoulders and blow myself a kiss!  Using a bit of Harry's hair product to tame my wild hair back to some resemblance of sleek, I tidy myself up and get dressed.

When I reach the kitchen, I stop in the doorway to regard Harry.  His body moves so fluidly around the space as he effortlessly puts the finishing touches to our supper.  He glances up and catches me ogling him.  I wander over and place my arms around his waist, burying my face in the lustrous silk fabric covering his shoulder blades.  His arm reaches around my head as he pulls me into his side.  He looks down fondly on me and I connect us to kiss him deeply, pushing my tongue against his lips to gain access into his mouth.  He knows I am acknowledging him by tasting myself on him and he willingly swirls his tongue feverously around with mine. 

With a protective arm still slung around my shoulders, he pulls our lips apart and leads me towards the dining table.  Whoever said romance is dead was wrong because he has lovingly set the table up 5-star restaurant style.  A crisp white, unblemished linen tablecloth covers the surface.  Matching napkins, perfectly folded and held in silver rings, sit between the shiny cutlery and two tall white candles flicker on elegant silver candlesticks.  He's even placed bread in a basket with curls of butter on a plate.  It is quite frankly not only romantic but ultimately cute.  However, somehow I don't think he would like to be called that so I keep my thoughts to myself and acknowledge his doting efforts with a gracious beam.     

He shakes out my napkin and drapes it over his forearm then pulls out my chair for me, pushing it in as I sit down.  Jestingly, he places the napkin across my lap and then pours me a huge glass of white wine before sitting opposite me and taking a small glass for himself.  

"A toast."  He raises his glass high.  "To beautiful you.  I finally have you in my life and Lily, I am so very blessed I couldn't ask for anymore."  The words flow from him with a mixture of unquestionable happiness underlined with certain relief and right now I could not feel anymore the centre of his world.

I smile at his loving gesture and copy his sentiments.  "Well, a toast to gorgeous you.  I luckily have you in my life and driving me amazingly crazy in bed."  I playfully exaggerate the words with an eye roll and he unleashes one of his wide smiles that crinkle his eyes at the sides and pulls in deep the dimples.  "I don't wish I was anywhere else right now."

We clink our glasses and seal our affectionate words with a sip of the delicious tasting chilled wine.  He puts his glass down and rubs his hands together.  "Right let's eat." He fetches the plates and brings them over to the table. 

"Wow it looks amazing, thank you.  I'm starving," I admit whilst admiring his a la carte quality looking food.  He has clearly eaten in some top restaurants around the world and picked up some tips on not only how to cook food but how to present it.  The plate is colourfully filled with wild Alaskan salmon filets glazed with ginger soy atop a bed of brown rice surrounded by fresh asparagus tips.

"I can't take you out for dinner just yet but I hope this is the next best thing.  Tuck in and enjoy!"  He looks rightly pleased with his efforts because the food is indeed delectably mouthwatering. 

A gentle alternating mix of Paul Simon Graceland and Fleetwood Mac Rumors plays quietly in the background.  During dinner we chat all about his mum's visit.  He confirms he feels back to normal and so much lighter in his outlook.  Ever the observer, he says I look tired then covers his tracks by quickly adding beautifully tired!  I concede that my busy exam week has taken its toll on me and I am mentally shattered but I promise to show him the photos of my practical pieces later.

When the delish main course is finished and our plates are completely clear, Harry serves pudding.  He's made individual rhubarb crumbles and blobbed a thick dollop of cream on the side.  I sink my spoon through the crunchy topping and unleash the aroma of the rhubarb from underneath. 

"This tastes incredible Harry."  I glance at him whilst popping some of the sweet treat into my mouth. 

His eyes go wide in appreciation.  "Well that figures because it's rhubarb grown by you Green-Fingers.  What is it they say, the proof of the pudding is in the eating."

"Yes they do!  Really glad you managed to put it to such good use then."

After dinner, he insists on clearing the table unaided, despite me protesting that he cooked so I should clear up.  He won't take no for an answer and tops up my wine glass whilst he busies himself putting everything away.  

It's not long before he returns to sit back down opposite me.  He doesn't pull his chair back in to sit near the table, instead he sits away from the table almost slumped in his chair.  One leg is bent and the other outstretched.  He gazes across at me and the flickering of the candles reflect in his irises make the greens appear to almost dance.  He turns the stem of his wine glass round and round with his fingers as his other arm hangs loosely down at his side.  He takes a sip of wine then his tongue pokes out to run over his top lip. 

My reaction to watching him is to pull my bottom lip into my mouth.  The sexual tension that simmered low in the background over dinner is suddenly rousing between us again.  I am just about to stand up when "come here" falls authoritatively lust laden from his mouth.  

I wander around to his side of the table, running my finger along the top of the tablecloth as I move.  I stand before him then straddle his lap.  His hands find my waist as my elbows sit on his shoulders and I cross my hands to rest them on my upper arms, placing my chin on top and settling our faces inches apart.    

"Much as the crumble was lovely, would you like after afters?"  I push my centre against his and hover my mouth close to his.

He purses his lips together.  "Hmm, what did you have in mind?" 

"What do you want Harry?"  I whisper suggestively. 

"You, all of you."  He replies tenderly and kisses me, running his thumbs up the insides of my thighs.  When he reaches my core he closes his eyes and stifles his laugh.  "Are you seriously trying to kill me?

I giggle against his mouth.  "Well what was the point of putting them back on when you were only going to take them off again."  I raise my eyebrows at him.

"A good point well made Miss Jefferson." His fingers begin to tease between my folds and I draw in a breath and flutter my eyes to close.  His mouth whispers against my ear, "no panties during dinner, if only I'd known.  You are so full of surprises." 

I marvel at the feeling of his fingers tickling against me before coming back to my senses.  "Harry, please stop.  This is supposed to be about you," shakes from my lips but he continues to enjoy in tantilizing me and I feel him bulging hard beneath me. 

"You have no idea how much you turn me on do you?" He rasps lowly. 

"Oh I think I do."  I reply pushing down into him again causing him to inhale a sharp in take of breath.

My fingers tentatively reach for his jeans to unbutton them and this time he doesn't resist.  I climb off him and as he lifts his hips, I pull them and his boxers down his legs.  All the time his eyes are burning into mine. 

I straddle him once again and he presses up against my opening.  He cups the nape of my neck and kisses me whilst fumbling into his pocket for what I assume is a condom.  Now is not the time to discuss that I got my contraceptive shot this week because pregnancy isn't the only thing we need to take into consideration before going the 'no barrier' route.    

His lips are still firmly on mine as his hands find my waist and he lifts me away from him, rolls the protection in place and then pulls me back.  Immediately he slips inside of me and the stretch is so delectable that I throw my head back in joy.  It is so deep this way and once I have comfortably accommodated all of him, I slowly begin to swivel my hips backwards and forwards.  Our foreheads lock together as small kisses between us turn into longer passionate kisses as our mouths devour each other. 

My arms rest lazily around his neck as I continue my gentle rocking motion.  His hands flop loosely either side of his chair as his head sinks back and those plump pink lips part slightly letting out a gratified puff.  His breathing is deep as I continue the slow pace on him.  As I changed direction and swivel around and around he sucks in another huge breath in and blows it out between his lips as he chin falls onto his chest.  I clench my walls around him and he bucks forwards.    

"My god, what are you doing to me."

His eyes flick up to search mine and I hurriedly reconnect our mouths.  My palms slide up and down the front of the black silk shirt, feeling the outline of his body underneath.  I don't want this to be a quick fumbling fuck, I want to return his pleasure of me and for it be a slow sensual coming together. 

I continue my steady pace rocking over him. He is pushed so far inside me my toes are curling again in delight.  Without warning he lifts my hips and drops me back down onto him.  He sucks in air between his clenched teeth then bites his top teeth over his bottom lip.  He does it again and again as I continue to move on him.  A grunt descends from the back of his throat as he finally thrusts up to meet my core and I take that as the sign to speed up. 

His breathing becomes erratic as his eyes half close and his hands now guide the pace of my hips.  I sense he is holding out so my feet find the floor to take my weight as I lift up and drop onto his lap over and over then unleash a speed so fast his mouth falls open. 

He has other ideas though as in one swift movement he stands and with our cores still connected, he staggers forwards and sits me on the edge of the table.  He guides me to lie back then pulls me back into him.  He begins to thrust his hips, initially slowly then becoming steadily so fast the slap of our skin against each other echoes around the room.  He pushes me higher and higher and I whimper out loud at the pressure he is building inside of me.  The feeling of him is explosive and I can tell he feels it too by the grit of his teeth and the tense of his jawline.

"You ok baby?" He is sexily out of breath but all the time his eyes never leave mine.

"Yes" I am totally lightheaded like I'm flying. 

As he continues to move inside me, he thrusts deeper and deeper and momentum begins to build. My eyes are closed but his words hit me.

"Open your eyes I want to see you and feel you Lily". 

I flick my eyes open straight into the gaze of his wild piercing green ones standing masterfully over me.  I am so close and such is the feeling I moan out, "Harry please I can't--" but he interrupts me. 

"Come with me my beautiful, gorgeous, wonderful Lily," slowly falls from his mouth and his words push me over the edge.  I fall down into my release and my body convulses in pleasure on the table and I drag him along with me.  

He collapses his body over mine, both of us completely spent.  A feint silvery sheen of sweat glistens over our skin as we endeavor to bring our heaving breaths back under control.  My fingers trace patterns around his broad back and I can feel the sweat patches through his shirt.  We are both gratifyingly depleted.

I watch as he rises back up to standing, disposes of the condom and pulls on his jeans.  He stands between my legs and pulls me up to a sitting position.  I rest my forehead on his shoulder and lean onto him.  He gathers my face in between his palms and grazes the most memorable kiss against my lips. 

"Let's just go to bed, I need to be wrapped around you?"  He sounds as exhausted as I feel.

"Yes." Is all I can manage before he lifts me and we head out of the kitchen. 

In my dreamland state, I remember him protectively carrying me up the stairs, gently laying me on the bed, gingerly peeling my clothes off me, carefully pulling one of his t-shirts over my body, smoothly getting into bed beside me and lovingly wrapping all of him around all of me before delicately kissing my lips and affectionately whispering against them, "Goodnight beautiful."