***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 rebooted version of this chapter***

As we finish our call with the girls, Harry takes my hand leading me to the stairs. He wraps his arms around my waist, kissing my neck gently the entire way. The climb is clumsy, it's difficult to be graceful while someone is attached to your hip.

Regardless of the awkwardness, I feel a stirring in my stomach. It's electric and pulsing from the center of my gut in waves, spreading warmth throughout my body. The pull of our energy is too strong to deny. We need to touch and feel one another just to survive.

When we make our way to the bedroom the atmosphere is already thick with desire. It's like a dense humidity that lingers in the air on a hot summer day. There's no escaping it, it's becoming harder to breathe, but the blanket of warmth feels so good.

Silently we stand face to face attempting to read the other's mind. It's obvious we both want more than a nap, or a back rub for that matter. His eyes are hungry and adoring at the same time. He has a way of mixing up my feelings like they're in a blender. Creating the perfect emotional concoction really, it's delightful.

Something snapped and our appetite for one another just increased tenfold, and it can't be ignored. Someone needs to make the first move; I figure I'll be brave and take the leap.

He holds his focus directly on me. I stare into his eyes and I know nothing else exists for him right now. I'm incredibly empowered knowing his whole world revolves around me in this moment. He makes me feel brave, with him I do things I've never dared before.

I tease him by biting my lower lip then grazing the tip of my tongue where my teeth had just rested. Delicately running fingertips up and down his arms. The torturous pace and barely there touch elicits a raspy moan that rises slowly from deep within his chest. 

There's a hurricane of thoughts inside my brain. I'm consumed with sexual desire and the idea of what our future may hold. It feels a little awkward that such a tender moment between Harry and my girls spurred such sexual excitement. But he's the man who's utterly selfless and loving towards me and my children, and to be honest it's a major turn on.

I can't see myself wanting to be anywhere but with him for the rest of my life. He's a piece of me, my home now. Home doesn't have to be a place, it can be anywhere provided you're with the people you love and who love you in return. The girls and Sam have been my home from the beginning, now Harry is a part of it too. He loves me with every bit of his soul, and every bit of my heart has endless love for him as well. 

My soft and nurturing heart wants to care for him, and physically love on him endlessly. My main objective is to make him feel good. I'd give anything to make him see stars the way I do when he attentively cares for my body. Taking my time, giving every bit of his flesh the special attention it deserves. Quite simply, I want to make love to his entire body.

"I've been thinking about something."

"Mm, 'bout what love?"

His voice wavers as he stares with his wanton eyes.

My fingertips crawl under the hem of his shirt, taking leisurely steps up his heaving chest I remove his t-shirt and toss it aside. With my lips hovering over his ear I lower my vocal tone to a seductive purr.

"You know the saying, what do you buy a man who has everything?"

"I'm not sure where you're going with this, but the answer is yes." He chuckles nervously.

"I've decided it's my job to take care of everything that money can't buy." I kiss his chest over his heart. "Emotionally..." His cheek. "Physically..." His neck. "And sexually."

He growls out of frustration.

"Willow, please don't tease me."  

I ignore his begging and continue with my original plans.

"I take my job very seriously Mr. Styles. I'll do whatever it takes to make this the best night of your life. Let's get you ready for your massage now."

Harry's voice is quivering, he replies inquisitively.

"I thought you were gonna give me a back rub, not a massage."

"No Darling, I'm giving you a massage." I rise on my tiptoes and whisper in his ear again. "I'm not leaving anything on your body untouched."

I purposely stop to place a tender kiss on his beauty mark below his lips. Continuing on, I leave wet kisses on his neck. Fanning his skin with my warm breath building his need for me with every move. I trace my fingertips working downward over the wings of the swallows and butterfly, eventually making my way to outline the laurels tattooed above his hips. I return to his chest, rubbing his pecs, loving the feeling of each muscle flexing within my grasp.

"Mmm, I want you so bad."

"You'll have me Love; I'm just taking the time to worship your body. It's mine now, right?"

"Yes, all yours." He whines.

"Be patient and let me love you."

I'm going to give him more pleasure than he ever thought possible. Holding his chin in my hand I quickly connect our lips; my massage starts with our tongues mingling. The moment is needy, and dare I say desperate. His returned kiss leaves me breathless, and yet it's still needed to sustain my life. He's the one thing that can bury me, then raise me from the dead. I was blessed the moment he trapped me with his emotional voodoo, I can't get enough of him.

My fingers begin kneading the muscles of his shoulders and biceps.

"How does that feel?"

I whisper against his lips.

"So fucking good."

The slow drawl of his voice has begun to lag further.

I take my time unbuttoning his jeans. His heart is rapidly beating which you can see through his chest. He weaves his fingers in my hair making an assault on my neck. His kisses are hungry, and he nibbles each time he breaks from his manic rhythm.

"C'mon Baby, sit on the bed. Let's get rid of these pants."

He gradually steps back, unwilling to take his eyes off me. Obediently he sits on the bed, carefully studying my behavior to calculate my next move. I gently pull his jeans and boxers off then toss them over my shoulder. My fingers dance on his skin starting at his ankles, moving to his upper thighs. I leave a path of soft kisses everywhere along the way. Never once does my gaze leave his.

"Baby, that feels incredible."

I flash him a sly smile, trying to stay composed, my heart is running full throttle in my chest. I need him, and I could just take him right now, but this is too important. I want to give him a completely new and exciting experience. 

"Lay on your stomach, I wanna take care of your back first."

Reluctantly he lays flat with his arms crossed under him. He rests his chin on his folded hands to prop his head up. As he gets situated, I remove my clothes, casting every article to the floor except my black lace panties and matching bra. I saunter across the room to grab a bottle of massage oil from my bag, I had a feeling it would come in handy.

"What are you up to? I don't know if I can handle this."

"Yes, you can. I promise I'll take good care of you, and I don't break my promises."

"Is that oil?" I nod my head. "Oh fuck woman, you're gonna be the death of me."

I straddle his hips and rotate my center which relieves some of the yearning between my thighs. Rubbing my hands together with oil, warming them before working my skilled fingers over every chiseled muscle on his shoulders and back. He's impeccably defined, I'm in awe of each beautiful dip and curve of his skin. Savoring every moment, taking my time to work every muscle group. The movement of his muscles as they tense then release is more beautiful and fascinating than any professionally choreographed ballet. Watching it makes the ache to have him inside me that much stronger. I have to wait; patience is a virtue.

"I'm gonna take you to heaven my love. Just relax Baby."

His breathing is unstable, and under normal circumstances I'd be concerned. But considering the situation it's an expected side effect. I hover over his back, leaning into the crook of his neck to passionately kiss his skin.

"Baby girl please. I want you now."

"I'm not finished taking care of you, be patient."

Harry will beg me to stop teasing, but in the end, he appreciates the slow pace. Taking out time is more erotic for both of us. The gratification is something unimaginable, which he never complains about. Therefore, delaying the inevitable is worth the wait.

As promised, I'm taking perfect care of every single part of him, along his sides, up into his hairline, and his lower back. The attention I give to his hips and glutes make him moan uncontrollably. The pressure pushes his center into the mattress, and he grinds against it, the friction is a bit of relief to his growing erection. I'm sure it's unbearable, poor baby, I'll take care of that soon.

Moving on to the arches of his feet, barely audible gluttonous moans pour from his lips. His calves are not forgotten as I continue my journey to his inner thighs. I'm slowly manipulating the muscles in between his legs. Taking much more time to finish my work in this area. Harry's muscles are a brilliant perfection in my grip. I've molded him diligently, like he's the finest piece of clay.  

He whines as I remove my hands from his body but regains composure when I instruct him to roll over on his back. His cock looks painfully swollen, just begging for release. He starts stroking it, swiping his thumb over his leaking tip. It's obvious he's dying to let go of the pent-up desire inside him.

"Slow down Baby, I want this to last. I promise it'll be the best you've ever had."

"It already is the best, but I need to cum now. I'm begging you, does it look like I can wait. We can come back to the massage, I promise."

He's trying everything to keep himself together.

I slightly let my guard down.

"You promise?"

"Yes, I fucking promise woman. I need your pussy now."

I forget about my original intentions, and lose myself when he starts running his filthy mouth.

"But baby..."

He cuts me off and without hesitation he throws me on the bed. I love his dominant sexual energy. Wildly he tears my panties off my body and throws them across the room, followed by his adept fingers unclasping my bra. His body glowing from the massage oil, he looks like he belongs in an X rated Calvin Klein ad. For fucks sake, I'm a lucky woman.

"Making me wait like this, you have no idea what you've done. I'm gonna fuck you so hard. Open your pretty little pussy for me."

He fiendishly grins as his middle and ring finger slide inside my warmth.

"Fuck, you're so wet...I'm gonna make you feel so good."

He shakes his head completely astonished at how ready my body is for him. What he does next makes my damn head spin. He lazily wraps his tongue around his fingers. With perfect eye contact, he moans as he savors my taste. His pupils dilated; he looks like a wild animal ready to pounce. 

Connecting his lips with mine, our tongues in a rush to dominate the other. His hand grabs the soft flesh above my hip, I don't know if he's marking me or just afraid to let me go. Maybe it's both, either way it doesn't matter because he owns me and there's no denying it. I weave my fingers in his thick curls and tug him closer to me. It drives him crazy when I do this, he can't resist lazily letting out the words oh fuck baby.

He rests his forehead against mine, our chests heaving with erratic breaths and hearts racing uncontrollably. He swipes the head of his cock up and down my slick folds several times before easing inside me. I buck my hips forward, gladly accepting his quick entrance.

"Oh fuck Harry, you feel so good."

He throws both of my legs over his shoulder which drives him deeper.

"I didn't hear you Princess, say it louder."

Just as he commands, I scream, while my body is writhing underneath him.

"Fuck me harder, please."

My speech is slurred, and each syllable drags out longer than the last.

The room's temperature rises as his pace quickens. The friction sets my mind, body, and soul ablaze. The sensual energy is fueled with adrenaline, aggression, lust, and pure love. It's exhilarating and I want it to go on forever.

His fingers are tightly gripping my waist sinking his length deeper inside me. I can't hold on any longer, I've lost control of everything.

"Gonna cum for me baby?"

"Mmm, yes. So fucking close."

He takes one of my legs off of his shoulder and shifts his hips in a different angle.

"Oh fuck Harry."

I cry out, not holding anything back. Thank god he doesn't have neighbors close enough to hear me; I'd be too embarrassed to look them in the eye. Considering the ungodly noises I'm making, it's obvious I'm getting the fuck of a lifetime.

"You like that spot, hm baby girl?"

I nod eagerly, with all my words stuck in my vocal cords.

"You want more?"

"Don't you dare fucking stop."

He smirks then chuckles into the crook of my neck. Repeatedly driving harder with each stroke. And those speedy fingers I spoke of before, he adds those to the mix, making each nerve ending shoot off like a firecracker.

My words are spoken breathlessly like I've just finished a sprint.

"Holy shit...oh my god. I'm gonna cum."

"That's it Baby, cum for me." He coos in my ear.

I'm on the ledge ready to cliff dive, the wave is going to come crashing over me fast and hard. Once I jump, I begin to drown, I can't catch a breath. I've lost complete control over my senses, the moment I reach the crest of the mountain I've been climbing; I repeatedly scream his name.

My head lulls back on the pillow, as the aftershocks rush through my system. His fingers haven't stopped circling my sensitive bundle of nerves, and within seconds I'm cumming again. This is the orgasm of the century. Have you ever had two orgasms back to back, so close they're all wrapped into one massive explosion? That's what's happening right now. I swear this man is wizard, the acts he performs are magical and he's cast a permanent spell over me.

My body goes limp underneath him, I'm positively exhausted.

"I'm not done with you yet. On your hands and knees for me Love."

I do as he commands, mustering up the very little energy I have left. When he climbs behind me, I feel every muscle in his body flexing, eagerly craving to be inside me again. He's close to cumming, I can tell because of his rigid stance. 

He pulls me towards his body splaying his fingers on my hips. Pushing back inside me with ease.

"Oh my god. Holy fuck Will."

He helplessly moans as he guides himself in and out of me. He's lost control too; his movements are sloppy and greedy. I pray with every fiber of my being that he comes as hard as I did. I flex myself around him, making my grip tighter.

"Oh my god."

His dick starts throbbing inside me as he claims ownership of my body.

"This is my pussy Baby." He continues unloading himself inside me while raking his nails down my back. "Mmmm, so fucking good."

He slides out of me and collapses on the bed next to my gelatinous figure. Our bodies are a sweaty, oily, panting mess.

"Harry, would I be selfish if I said I want more?"

"Wow, someone is feeling frisky, aren't they?"

I roll towards him and smile. This is probably one of my proudest moments as far as intimacy is concerned. Harry makes me feel safe enough to assert my utmost desires. Although my body is tired, the rest of me is calling for more.

"I can't help myself; I constantly crave you."

"Have I ever told you how sexy it is when you're needy like this?"

I shake my head.

He grabs me by the waist and pulls our bodies flush. Sliding his knee between my legs to open me up then lifting my thigh over his hip. His mouth is ravenous on my heated flesh. I've created a monster and I have no one to blame but myself. I love this monster; he can come out and play any time he likes. Our limbs and tongues are tangled and so tightly woven, we feel permanently tethered.

He's still fully aroused and ready to go at it again. This man has the sexual stamina that could arguably be unmatched.

"It's your turn, I want my sexy girlfriend to ride me now."

He rolls onto his back with his cock completely erect. I straddle him without hesitation. Moving quick and purposeful, lowering myself on him eliciting a guttural moan. There's a lightning storm in my body. A storm I'd gladly spend eternity in. I'm rolling my hips, my clit repeatedly rubbing against his center. He pants and begs for more.

"Fuck yourself on my dick Baby."

He clutches my hips, using his upper body strength to repeatedly guide me me up and down. The sensation is too powerful for either of us to contain. I grind myself on him a few more times synchronizing our orgasms. The energy coursing through our veins holds hands with one another all the way to our peak. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced. Although our release comes quickly, it's still just as intense as the last.

Between crying out each other's names and whispering I love you; I fall onto his chest. My body melts into his as he lightly traces his fingertips on my lower back. I'll never tire of this euphoric feeling. There's no turning back now, Harry owns me heart and soul.

"That was by far the best massage ever. I would say you should be a masseuse, but I couldn't stand the thought of these lovely hands on anyone else's body. I think I'll just keep these to myself."

He laces his fingers with mine and kisses the back of both hands; one, two, three.