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Harry continues feverishly kissing me and whispering how happy he is into my ear. I'm on top of the world right now. Not only am I happy as hell that he's asked me to be his forever but knowing that I'm responsible for his joy is even more rewarding and exciting. Tucked behind my neck is his right hand with his fingers slowly rubbing circles on the bare skin where my hairline ends.

I remove his shirt, I can't resist exploring his chest, abs, and biceps. It's a powerful feeling making him quiver by simply hovering my fingertips over his bare flesh.

"Baby, you may want to stop that because I can't control myself much longer if you keep ghost touching my body."

"Who said I want you to control yourself?" I taunt.

He sits up on the bed next to me, hurriedly taking my clothes off my body except for my bra and panties. His pants look uncomfortably tight across his erection that's getting more pronounced by the second. He stares at my vulnerable body lying on the bed waiting to claim every bit of me as his own. He's studying me, taking all of it in, committing it to memory.

"Baby what are you doing?"

"I want to know every part of you. I don't want to neglect any of it because it's all beautiful."

I blush and get a bit bashful. He knows that I'm self-conscious about certain parts of my body, the few stretch marks left behind as physical badges of motherhood, and the way there's just a bit of tummy along the edge of my panty line.

Something incredibly different about Harry is that he knows these are insecurities of mine, and he doesn't ignore them, instead he cherishes them. Making them no longer parts of myself that I hate when I look in the mirror, now they're parts of me that I'm proud of.

Making sure to give attention to all the areas which I've mentioned he claims ownership of each one. His full lips caress and soothe my skin, his tongue giving me gentle kitten licks along the way. Not one bit of my body being neglected, it's so overwhelming my mind doesn't know quite how to react. I let my body take control so it can respond how it sees fit.

"See this here?" He traces his finger over one of my stretch marks. "This is beautiful and it's mine. It's perfect because it's you, it's part of your story and who you are, and I love every bit of you. I wouldn't change a thing."

He continues loving on all my perfect imperfections, worshiping every part of my body. My heart rate accelerates faster the longer his exploration goes. My back arches off the bed and I'm beginning to squirm. He senses that I'm getting antsy for more; he sits up on his knees straddling my lap.

"God damn you're so beautiful."

I feel my cheeks flush, I still have a hard time containing my bashful side when he gushes over me. I've never been worshiped before, it's better than I ever imagined, it's new to me so I don't always know how to respond.

I cup his face in my hand, gazing starry eyed at him. Willing myself to say the perfect words.

"I see endless beauty in you as well Harry. Sometimes I can't believe this is real. I want to thank you for teaching me that I'm worthy of your love. Now that I've experienced it, I can't imagine going through the rest of my life without this feeling. I love you so much, and just as important...I'm grateful that you showed me how to love myself."

My words turn him to mush. I know this is what he's wanted all along, my love for myself and for him. A passionate grin spreads across his face and his emerald eyes sparkle with happy tears. I've never seen anyone look at another person with such adoration in my entire life. It's a magical feeling that I'm now hooked on, and I can't foresee myself ever being cured from this addiction.

"For many years I've had more money than I knew what to do with. And now I have everything I've ever wanted, and it didn't cost me a thing."

The emotions we're feeling are intense and so very precious to us. I wish I could wrap them in a small box and keep them in my pocket forever, thank god I can at least keep them in my heart and mind.

His eyes are still glistening, sprinkled with longing and lust. I smile at him simply appreciating this beautiful moment. I'm not saying that sex is necessary in every situation, but I can no longer keep my sexual desires bottled up.

I smooth the palms of my hands up his thighs traveling to his zipper massaging his growth that's restrained by his jeans. His breath hitches while he whispers my name.

"Willow, oh my god your hands...they feel so good."

"I can't keep my hands off of you anymore."

"Ahhh."

He's not protesting, but all words have escaped him so he can't give verbal approval either. The gasp and heavy breathing are all I need to proceed. My nimble fingers unbutton his jeans making him pant, I've damn near taken his breath away. When I leave him breathless, all the air gets sucked out of my lungs as well. It excites me to arouse him and watch the way his face moves, and he throws his head back as he's experiencing any type of pleasure.

"You ok Harry? Do you want me to continue?"

He eagerly nods his head, which makes me ache with desire. I unzip the jeans and pull his cock out.

"Damn, my love you're so hard, that looks uncomfortable. Stand up and take these pants off. M'kay?"

He obeys my command, kicks off his boots, removes his jeans, and lays naked on his side next to me.

"Sit up angel, let me take your bra off."

He unclasps it with ease. His lips start kissing my collarbone, shoulder and neck. One of his hands is grabbing my ass pulling me closer to him while the other is rubbing his shaft up and down right against my body. I can feel him throbbing against my skin which provokes a pulsing wetness between my own thighs.

I grind myself on him and trace figure 8's on his back again which pushes him over the edge. A new intense fire is burning, and every movement is laced with his complete and undeniable love for me and the desire to show me in the most physical manner.

He gently rolls me on my back and trails his fingers from my shoulders to the waist of my panties. The journey is painstakingly slow, but I can already feel that the buildup is going to make this more euphoric than I ever imagined possible. Almost every time we're together he takes the sensation to a higher level.

When he reaches my hips, he hooks his finger in my panties and slowly pulls them down leaving the both of us completely nude. My skin is engulfed in an inextinguishable fire making my body hum with need.

"The rest of today is ours. I want to make love to you; I don't ever want to stop."

Harry spreads my legs apart and rests in between my thighs. I'm drowning in his kisses which are perfect. His lips and tongue are performing the most beautiful song, the intro, the verses, the bridge, and chorus. It's such a sweet melody performed at the pace of adagio, moving on to andante, finally making its way to a climactic accent.

"I need to be inside you Willow; I need to share all the emotions that are floating around in my heart for you. Are you ready?"

A great song has always had the ability to leave me breathless. His song is perfect which leaves my chest heaving, begging for air. I can't wait any longer to have him, my body is aching to be filled by him. I need this connection more than I need air in my lungs. Being tethered to him right now is my lifeline, and if I can't have it, I'm scared I may drown.

"Yes, please I need you."

He grasps his cock with his right hand tracing the outside of my pussy with the head. Resting on his left elbow so he can have the perfect view to witness the pure pleasure I get from the moment he teases me, as he enters my body, and finally when he's fully seated inside me.

"Oh, my precious angel, I wanna give you all the pleasure imaginable. Your face, it's so beautiful, so erotic. How does that feel baby?"

"So perfect, so good."

His hips drive into me so wonderfully. He's making love to me performing the same song his kisses have just done. I wrap my legs around his waist pulling him closer, forcing him deeper hitting my sweet spot time and again. He knows by memory exactly where it is, he's always an attentive lover. Once he finds something that makes my toes curl, he repeats it time and again.

Our moans, whispered names, and declarations of love are now coming to a crescendo. The sounds are louder and faster, Harry's voice becomes lower and mine gets higher pitched. A musician might say each note has become a fermata; longer and drawn out than the one before.

"Please don't stop. Ohhh my god. More, baby...more!"

"I'm not stopping love. I want this to be the best orgasm you've ever had. Here baby, you like this?"

He thrusts his hips in an upwards motion dragging himself hard against my clit on the way back down. He draws himself out completely each time, making sure to dive deeper upon each re-entrance.

My fingers tightly thread into his hair forcing him deeper with each thrust. His free hand cups my chin while his mouth wrestles with mine. It's like we're both trying to show that we love the other more. The only issue is neither one of us can prove it, because we both love each other the same. There is no difference, his love and mine are identical and never ending.

"Oh, fuck yes. Ohhh, fuuucckkkk!"

After repeating those same strokes a few more times my entire body is buzzing. I'm on a high that I never knew imaginable. Not only is Harry my drug but he's my drug dealer. He has me obsessed with everything about him and every feeling he gives me. I'm devoted to him, and in these moments, I give myself entirely to him.

"Here...it...comes...oh fuck!"

I cinch my legs around him even tighter, my body is trembling and crying out for release.

"That's my girl, cum for me princess."

He continues his special move that he surprised me with, leaning in to kiss me on my forehead from the beginning to the end of my orgasm. My overstimulated body is trying to absorb the aftershocks and his continued movements are almost more than I can handle.

"Did you feel that? Did you feel my love for you?"

"Yes, that was incredible."

I'm crying now because those emotions were felt in such a beautiful technicolor way. I never knew it was possible to be loved with such intensity. He wipes my tears while he's still rocking his hips into me.

"Don't cry Will. What's wrong?"

"I felt all of it, every bit of your heart and soul. All the love you have for me. It's so much, I can't believe you love me so much. No one has ever..."

I can't finish my sentence, but he smiles wider than I've ever seen. He knows what I'm trying to say to him, that no one has ever loved me this way before. Yet now, because of him, I never have to feel unloved again.

"I did it baby, that's what I wanted you to feel. I know no one has ever...but I do, and you will never feel any less than this again."

I grab him by his cheeks and kiss him with every bit of love and passion that I can muster. He's still thrusting inside me and he rolls us over so I'm on top straddling his lap.

His hands caressing my sides along my ribs. I pick up where he left off, grinding myself on his cock. It's my turn to share my love with him. He cries out my name and I cry out his in return. He grasps my body over my hips, his large thumbs massaging the skin right above my hip bones. I tighten my grip while kissing him in his favorite places which are the same as mine, his collarbones, shoulders and neck.

In between each kiss I whisper a few words into his ear. The words come out like poetry, they're so natural because I love him so deeply. I've been journaling for months and gradually I've discovered a hidden talent that which is writing, mainly poetry. But he's all I ever needed to discover what's deep within my soul, he is and forever will be my muse.

I speak to him with unwavering eye contact, which is something I've never been confident enough to do. But now, I'm unstoppable and it's all because of my love for him.

"Everything I need to survive...is within your eyes...the air I breathe...the beat to my heart...you feed my soul...you keep it warm."

"Angel that's lovely, give me more please."

Still placing soft kisses my words flow freely each time my lips release from his skin.

"You're the armor...protecting my heart...from pain...the umbrella...which keeps me dry...in the rain...you've gifted me...something priceless...for I'm learning...to be my own."

The poetic analogies I'm sharing are the only way I know to express these feelings inside me. This is all I have to offer, but he seems more than happy to accept them as my gift to him.

"Willow, oh my god. You couldn't love me any more perfectly. Baby I'm getting ready to cum inside you. Nothing has ever felt this good. Oh my fucking god."

"Please give it to me. I need it."

I slide up and down squeezing my walls tight around his dick twice more and I feel him explode. His thick cum spilling inside me in rapid spurts.

"Oh fuck, I can't breathe. It's perfect, you're perfect."

I've lost all my energy for the moment, my body collapses to his side. I lay my head on his chest while he tucks sweaty tendrils of my hair away from my face.

"Willow?"

"Yes Harry?"

"You felt how much I love you, didn't you?"

"Without a doubt. That was the most euphoric experience I've never felt. I know where your heart is, I'm so happy."

"Can I tell you something?"

"Of course."

"I felt your love too. That's an experience most people wait an entire lifetime for, I'm convinced of that. I've been surrounded by thousands of people for the last five years no one has ever genuinely loved me the way you do, not even close. Neither of us have ever been truly loved in this way. But I felt it, you showed me and I'm so proud of you. I know expressing yourself like that isn't easy for you."

He starts crying while he's stroking my hair.

"Baby why are you crying?"

"I'm happy that I don't ever have to feel alone again, and neither do you. I love you with everything I have."

"I love you just the same Harry."

"You're getting sleepy aren't you darling?"

"A little, but I'm fine." I let out a drawn-out yawn.

"No, you're tired. Let's take a nap. We'll spend more time together after we recharge. Ok?"

"Mmm hmm."

I'm already starting to drift to sleep. He lifts my left hand and kisses me on the engagement ring he gave me earlier today.

"Sweet dreams beautiful."

After kissing my forehead, we drift off slowly, while he's holding my naked body against his own.