***Warning adult content. Not recommended for young readers. Another note, if you don't like it don't read it. Just move along. For the rest of you, enjoy the second rebooted version of this chapter***

I wake up dazed and sleepy with the night sky still lingering outside. I've woken up because I'm not used to someone else sleeping in my bed. I'm enjoying having a warm comforting body next to me, it's just gonna take some time to get used to. Even when I was married, James never made me feel safe like this.

He was either passed out drunk on the couch smelling of liquor and sometimes vomit, or he'd wake up angry and get rough in bed with me. It was never in a playful way; it was always about him getting off. Once he was satisfied, he would roll over and forget I was even there.

Somehow, I know that I'll never feel that way again if Harry and I start a relationship together. Maybe that makes me crazy to put my trust in him so easily after all that I've been through, but something is just so different about him. I want to learn more about what that something is, and strangely I feel like I deserve to find out. I don't know why I'm doing this late night deep thought contemplating instead of just enjoying being wrapped in his arms. Sometimes I just need to let things be and stop over analyzing the why's and what ifs.

I reach over and grab my phone from the nightstand to see what time it is. It's 4:27 and most definitely not time to get up, I'm going back to sleep.

Harry's body stirs when he senses the movement from me shifting in the bed. He rolls over to spoon me and I let out an arousing sigh. I feel his hardness grinding against me as his cock's instinct to the early morning hours. And yes, morning wood is most definitely a thing.

In between states of sleep and cognizance his words are sluggish when he speaks.

"Baby, why are you awake?"

His length is still rubbing on my backside.

"I'm not sure, but do you mind telling me what you're planning to do with that thing?"

I giggle shyly.

"I haven't fully decided, but whatever I do it's gonna be worth waking up for."

Stretching over to the nightstand he turns on the dim bedside light, while carefully analyzing each of my curves. Taking me by the shoulders we're now face to face, and in a swift motion he spreads my legs and settles in between them.

"I think I was made for you; my body fits yours perfectly. You see the way your curves match mine? Everything fits into place impeccably."

He continues speaking as he traces his fingers along my side and down my thigh.

"I can think of countless ways to be with you right now, but I only want one thing."

"Oh yeah, what is it that you want Harry?"

"I wanna make love to you, can I?"

His tender words make my heart skip a beat. I don't think he realizes the power they hold. The weapon he wields can either cause irrevocable damage or offer me some long overdue emotional healing.

However, I don't think he's capable of causing such harm. I can't figure out why his forward approach doesn't scare me. I have every reason to keep my guard up when my heart is involved. But it's impossible to resist him, something in my gut tells me that he's going to be my safety net. And like a moth to a flame, I'm drawn to his security.

I can't look him in the eye, I never had the need to address emotions of this magnitude. I don't have a clue how to act in a situation like this. He tilts my chin up forcing me to give him the eye contact he desires.

"Hey, can you look at me Darling?"

I nod my head apprehensively, as a tear slips down my cheek. Without a second thought he wipes it away. His eyes hold a bit of sadness, something resembling a parent who shoulders the pain anytime their child suffers.

"Are you ok? Did I say something to upset you?"

"Not at all, I've just never had someone ask to make love to me before. I feel all twisted inside, my heart and mind have been waging an internal battle and my heart has won. After so many years of neglect and being mistreated I've been conditioned not to trust people with my heart. I just don't understand why this situation is so different."

"I'm sorry, I'll back off if this is too much for you Willow. The last thing I want is to make you uncomfortable."

"No, that's not what I'm saying. This isn't a bad feeling, it's just something new for me. I don't think I've ever been romantically cared for the way people are meant to be. It feels good, I'm just trying to figure out how to emotionally process all of it."

"I don't understand how anyone could take advantage of, and damage your beautiful heart. It makes me sad Will."

"Baby don't be sad; it's done and in the past. I'm ok, I swear to you." I smile sweetly to reassure him. "If you're up for it, it would be nice to be genuinely cared for, at least for one night."

"You deserve more than just one night."

"Show me."

He nods his head, leaning in and kissing me in a way I've never experienced before. It's a kiss that not only makes my body feel things, but my heart as well. Every movement is slow and gentle, offering nothing less than his pure compassion. In time, my mouth learns to offer the same care to him.

The energy bubbling towardsthe surface is not exotic, instead it's devotion. I'm absorbing his feeling forme and I know he's doing the same. The longer we kiss and caress one anotherthe stronger these feelings get.

He breaks his lips away from mine then attaches them to my neck. One of my weaknesses is having my ear nibbled on, he already discovered that it drives me insane, he's most certainly using that to his advantage right now. Before tonight, never once have I experienced a sexual encounter where my needs superseded my partners, but it's a truly beautiful feeling.

My back arches in response to his mouth gracefully touching my skin and his body grinding on mine. Passionate whispers of his name are repeated in bated breath. Taking a moment, he pulls in a long breath with his eyes focused intently on mine. Supplying warmth and comfort to every inch of my soul. He's like an ethereal lifeline, feeding me all the happiness the world is ready to offer.

"Your eyes are heavenly. I wish I could dive in them and swim around for days. They're so serene."

Harry compliments as he pauses to hold his glance for few seconds more. If only he knew they're sparkling this way because of him. I've seen them in the past and they didn't always shine so bright. I was scared and unhappy, and it's always shown in my eyes, I've never known how to hide it.

He's smiling down on me when a tear forms in the corner of my eye again.

"What's wrong Darling?"

"I'm fine," I say as I brush my hand along his jawline lovingly, "nothing's wrong, as a matter of fact everything's perfect. This is really nice, and I'm just happy for once."

His tension eases when I admit to him that these tears are induced by the happiness he's given me, instead of pain. Harry looks at me in complete adoration.

"I'm happier than I've been in a long time."

Tilting his head to delicately kiss me seems to be part of his promise to make love to me. Being rough and naughty with him is amazing, but this is something so much more than that. I've never felt someone show me love this deeply in my entire life. I have no doubts that I'll hold these memories in my mind and cherish them forever. 

Soft touches, gentle movements, and taking his time shows how passionate he is about pleasing my heart, body and soul. Every move is calculated and serves a purpose, and the reason is to share his absolute adoration with me.

I let my fingers explore up his back then I run them through his luscious locks of hair. Time disappears for us again, kissing and caressing as the movement of our bodies beautifully flow against one another. With no concept of time, eternity still wouldn't be long enough to satisfy the desire between us, it feels unending.

His fingers on one hand dance slowly along my side traveling farther and farther south. The other hand cups my chin purposefully directing my face to his eye line.

"Look at me, listen to me Baby. I need to feel myself inside your warmth. Are you ready for me?"

"I can't wait another minute my Love." I softly whisper.

"Then you shall have me."

He slides himself inside me, we're now one. My mouth draws open and I let my high-pitched cries fill the air, then couple them with his guttural moans and it sounds like perfection. His movements are so gentle making me feel completely safe under his body. In unison we move slowly forming together.

Taking our time makes the pleasure more intense and long lasting. I swear it feels like we could go on this way forever. Without stopping we kiss, his lips migrating around my neck and collarbone then joining back up with my own lips in a sweet symphony.

I'm breathless, Harry's intensity is ramping up making him go deeper inside me and coming closer and closer to my sensitivity. He's taking me to a place I've never been, I think I'll call it eternal euphoric bliss.

"I don't ever want this to end but I can't wait to satisfy you either. I just want to make you feel good."

"It does, it feels so good."

He continues stroking himself in and out.

"Oh yeah? How good? Talk to me, tell me what you're feeling."

"Oh my god, I don't know how to describe it, it's just so good."

"Willow I want you to try for me. Focus, you can do it."

I'm not sure why he's so insistent on me expressing myself, but there seems to be an important motive. He's searching for something, and after everything he has given me, I want to find it for him.

"I feel free, like you've unshackled me from a prison that I never thought I'd escape. My body feels like it's smiling, I'm swimming in an ocean of your love."

"That's my girl, I knew you could feel it. It's what you deserve, and if you let me I'll give it to you always."

I grasp his cheeks in my hands and kiss him with more love than I thought I was capable of. He pulls back, never once falling out of his perfect rhythm, grinning at me with his dimpled face and his eyes are smiling at me too.

"Don't stop loving on me."

"I won't, I can't"

I've climbed a very tall mountain with Harry and I'm almost ready to take a swan dive off a dangerous cliff. The leap I'm taking is falling for him, but in me I feel no fear I just feel something so right. 

My chest is rising and falling quickly from the desperate need of a full breath. I respond by grabbing his ass and guiding him exactly where I need it the most. At this point an orgasm could happen instantaneously. I'm calling out his name, not the way I did when we fucked, this time it's a sweet and longing call.

"I want you to cum for me Angel."

"Harry I'm so close, please don't stop. I need you."

"Look me in the eyes, I want to watch you go over the edge."

He pleads as he takes a few more purposeful strokes. With each insertion he holds the thrust for a few seconds to prolong this feeling.

"Harry, that's it. Mmm, yes please. I... I ahhh I'm cumming Babe."

As he works me through my peak my body's tension slowly starts to release. I'm completely shaken, my clit is throbbing and swollen, still overly sensitive to the touch. Harry smiles and embraces my body tenderly.

I'm enveloped in his arms; he's carefully orchestrated the timing of our orgasms. He's getting ready to explode inside me. His head is briefly buried in the crook of my neck while he works towards his own gratification.

When he regains eye contact, his face is a vision of beauty, mouth gaping open, flushed cheeks, sweat glistened skin, eyes slightly rolled back, muscles flexing, and lungs panting. He bites his lip, closes his eyes, his face tightens and then I feel him release. His dick is throbbing and his cum is dripping from inside me.

While he's resting on top of me, we enjoy the next few moments gazing and smiling at each other. Harry cradles my chin in the palm of his large hand and rubs his thumb back and forth on my cheek.

"Darling, I..." He's stammering trying to find the perfect words.

"What is it Babe?"

My mind is racing, and my stomach is twisting, not out of fear, just excitement. Excitement for beginning my next chapter. I know this night has changed my life forever. Every phase I've experienced thus far has simply been a passage from one to another.

"Tell me what just happened."

"I don't know, these emotions are so intense, overwhelming even. The only thing that makes sense is that I just learned what it feels like to be made love to. It brings tears to my eyes."

"It's funny that you say that, because I just learned how to make love to someone. I thought I knew how, but I didn't have a clue. We did that together. I think I've fallen in love with you Willow. I'm all yours if you'll have me."

I smile coyly.

"I have the same feeling."

He rolls off of me and lays back on the bed patting his chest.

"Come here Princess, let me hold you."

I snuggle myself closely to him and my eyes start to drift closed. Not just because I'm exhausted, but because I'm pleasantly content for once in my life.

"Sweet dreams Willow, get some rest."

He kisses my forehead and gently strokes my hair which is quickly lulling me to sleep. I hear a soft whisper, words I don't think he intended me to hear, but I respond to them anyway.

"I love you too Baby. Goodnight."