Harry's POV

I'm so aware of Beth's skin against mine, how hot it already feels.

And it's not like we haven't been naked together before, but knowing that she's ready makes me both nervous and excited at the same time.

I want to do this right for her and not disappoint her and at the same time, I'm beyond excited having waited for her.

She already feels wet against my cock and seriously, I could just rub myself against her for a few minutes and I'm sure that would be all it'd take for me to come like a teenage boy.

Part of me is waiting for her to change her mind and stop me and as frustrating as it would be, I would completely understand but then her legs wrap around me and her hands gently hold my face as she looks up at me.

Beth moves her hand so her thumb traces over my mouth and I quickly move and playfully bite it, causing her to jump in fright and giggle.

I let out a sigh and lean my head to the side, smiling down at her.

I feel like the luckiest man in the world right now.

Beth stops giggling and bites down on her bottom lip as she gazes back at me.

"What?" she asks, almost shyly.

I can't even begin to put into words how much I love her at this very moment.

It might scare her as much as it kind of scares me.

I run my hand down the side of her face, smoothing her hair before I lean down and place a kiss on her forehead.

"I..." I whisper then hesitate before nuzzling my cheek with hers, a loud sigh coming from me.

Beth begins to gently run her hands up and down my back and it instantly calms me.

"What is it Harry?" she asks.

Everything.

You're everything.

"You feel like home," I suddenly blurt out.

Her eyes widen and her hands stop moving over my back.

Great.

You've fucked it up now Harold.

I pull my head back away from Beth and reluctantly look down at her.

"Just," I begin, "I've always been happy with everything I have, I mean, I've been so incredibly fortunate and I've loved every minute of it," I pause for a moment, "but you make me so happy in a different way."

"Well it would be hard for anyone not to be enamoured by you Harry," she replies very matter of fact, "you're an extremely captivating person."

Sometimes I don't see why people would be, to be honest.

"Yeah, but you see me just for me," I say, "there's a difference."

I'm about to continue and try and put my jumbled thoughts into words when I see her start to bite her bottom lip and look at mine as she does so.

Somehow, I don't think she's concentrating on what I'm saying anymore.

"What are you thinking about?" I ask, wondering what's going on in her head.

"You," she replies, which makes me break out into a smile, "well, actually, your lips..." she trails off.

Is that right?

And I would be perfectly happy to put those lips anywhere she wants me to.

"Were you now?" I ask, "and what exactly were you thinking about regarding my lips?"

Cause I know I'm thinking where I'd like to put them.

"Hmmm...how nice they are and how much I like them," she replies with a smile.

"Good to know," I say as I lean down to kiss her, slowly and unhurriedly.

Beth reciprocates my kiss, her tongue lightly touching mine as she gently runs her fingertips along my spine and down across my bottom, the sensation causing me to shiver against her.

So she does it again.

I involuntarily let out a moan as goose bumps start to rise under her hands.

Beth moves her fingers down again, letting them glide gently over the sides of my thighs and coming back up over my bottom, specifically dipping between the cheeks.

Holy fuck.

The gentleman in me starts to slip a little as I grip her hair in my fist and the moan that had previously slipped out turns into a growl as I push my tongue into her mouth and my hips move against her.

Beth lets out gasp at the friction I create and her hands trail up my back and wind themselves through my hair.

Just as she did to me earlier, I repeat my action, moving my hips, eager to elicit another response from her.

Beth's fingers tighten in my hair and she wraps her leg around my thigh, pushing me closer to her as a tiny whimper falls from her mouth.

I know I could move my hips up slightly and slip straight inside Beth, she's already so wet against me but I want to give her more than just that.

She deserves so much more.

So I stop trying to think with my dick and start thinking with my head and move my mouth from hers and begin to slowly kiss her along her jawline.

"So tell me," I whisper against her skin, "do you like my lips here?" I ask as I continue to kiss along her neck.

"Mmm..." she murmurs and tilts her head to the side.

"What about here?" I move down to her collarbone and run my mouth along it, feeling her arch her back slightly against me as her hands tangle in my hair.

"Yes," I hear her breathe out and her grip tightens as she pulls on my hair.

I love it when she does that.

"Or maybe here?" I ask as my mouth slides against her skin as I move down between her breasts before cupping them both with my hands, my tongue flicking over a nipple.

She doesn't say anything, moving restlessly under me and I love that I make her feel like this.

But she hasn't verbally responded to me yet.

"Beth?" I stop moving, "you didn't answer me love."

"Oh," she sighs and she sounds frustrated, "I mean...yes," she says and again she arches her back against my mouth and I greedily take in as much as I can.

I move from one breast to the other, my mouth tasting as much skin as I can as my hips move against hers and I'm sure she's wetter than before.

I'm itching to get between her legs and taste her so I start to move lower, my tongue teasing her navel before her hands leave my hair and grab me by the shoulders.

"No," she says, so I move straight back up to look at her, worried that I've done something.

Maybe she's changed her mind about this.

"Did I do..." I start to ask.

"Harry I'm already wet," she cuts me off.

Oh I know love; it's not like I can't fucking feel it.

"Please don't tease me anymore..." she practically begs me.

Okay.

Clearly she hasn't changed her mind about this.

"I'm not teasing you love," I reply, earning a raised eyebrow from her, "okay, maybe just a little," I grin at her, "but mostly I just want to touch every part of you, every single precious piece because you're mine and I'm yours," I bite my lip and smile, "I'm so in love with you Beth and every day I fall in love with you a little bit more."

Beth doesn't say anything and I'm starting to think I've said too much again.

I have a habit of launching into deep, romantic musings at times and maybe she's not ready to hear it.

"Harry," she finally says my name, "I honestly don't know what I've done to deserve someone as wonderful as you, I don't understand it," she pauses, "I never thought I would again."

Then she reaches up and wraps her arms around my shoulders, lifting her head up to place a kiss on my neck before moving to my mouth and kissing me hard.

Her hand leaves my shoulder and I'm only half aware of it moving down between us and grasping my cock before she starts to slowly stroke it.

And oh my fuck it feels so good.

Then she moves it to her entrance and her hips move slightly so I start to slip inside her and my body shudders at the contact and god this is going to be just...

Wait.

I pull straight out of her.

"Beth," I whisper, "should we use a condom?"

"We don't have to," she replies, "I'm on birth control and I'm certainly not about to let myself get pregnant. Unless you want to use one...I mean, I've only had sex with my husband for the last fifteen years..."

Oh fuck.

Is she going to ask me how many girls I've slept with now?

You didn't think this one through so well did you Harold?

"I don't know what your history is with another girls Harry, and I don't need to," she continues.

Oh.

"Well I've always used protection," I reply, "I'm clean if that's what you're worried about."

I was more concerned with becoming a father unexpectedly but yes, this is also important.

"Okay," she smiles, "then it's up to you."

Oh I'm definitely up.

And like it has a mind of its own, my cock is already back at her entrance, waiting patiently for the rest of me to catch up.

"Just making sure," I smile, "ready?" I ask.

She smiles at me as she nods her head.

Thank fuck cause lord knows I am.

I slowly slide in and I close my eyes at the sensation because it's better than I've ever felt before.

I wonder why that is?

I'm fully inside her so I stop myself from moving any further, savouring the moment but also wanting to see how Beth is.

"How does it feel?" I ask quietly.

She seems to be thinking.

"Weird," she suddenly says.

What?

I mean, my dick's straight and both balls are swinging...

"Are you saying my dick feels weird?" I try to hide a grin as I look down at her, "my dick's been called a few things but weird hasn't been one of them," I joke.

"Oh my god," she groans in embarrassment, "I just meant that it's been awhile and you feel different, but a good different and I was just used to..."

Now I understand.

I lean down and kiss her, effectively silencing her nervous rambling.

"Good different I can work with," I say as I pull back, "can I tell you how I feel?"

"Please," she replies, sounding relieved at my distraction.

"Like home," I say, "like this is where I'm meant to be, it feels so natural and so right."

"At least you didn't say I was tight," she mumbles.

"What?" I say.

"Did I...?" she groans and closes her eyes, her cheeks reddening in embarrassment again.

"You did," I smirk, "someone's been reading one too many of those online fanfictions I think."

"I'm glad there wasn't that expectation then," she laughs.

"Well I would have expected you to have been quite active with your husband anyway," I say.

Lord knows if I was her husband I would be.

"So you're saying I'm like second hand goods?" she raises her eyebrows at me.

Cheeky girl.

I think for a moment as I look at this precious treasure in front of me.

"No," I finally say, "I prefer to go with preloved."

Her eyes widen just a touch and I see her take in a sudden breath before I feel her hand move to my bottom and pull me to her, her hips pushing against mine.

It's all I need from her.

I move slowly, almost pulling all the way out before pushing myself fully back in.

"Fuck," slips from her as she sighs.

"Same," I say, "you feel amazing."

She really does.

I hold back on going faster though I'm sure Beth wouldn't stop me if I did, but I want to enjoy our first time.

I want us to be able to remember this forever.

I push myself up fully onto my hands and look down to where we're joined.

There's just something about watching yourself enter a woman.

You know how good it feels but you can see how good it feels as well.

Beth is now watching as well as I move slowly in and out of her and knowing she's watching turns me on even more.

I suddenly feel her move her legs up and around my waist, pushing me to her with her feet.

"Faster...please..." she moans.

I lean down to kiss her and at the same time I give her a particularly hard thrust.

"Oh!" she gasps into my mouth, "more," she pleads.

I pull back and sit up on my knees, my body upright as my hands grip her waist, pulling her with me.

Her thighs are spread wider and again I watch as I slowly fuck her, and my hand moves from her waist, my thumb touching her clit.

"You're so beautiful," I whisper as I begin to circle her clit with a firm pressure, watching her body react to me as she reaches up and grasps the covers with her hands, her head turning to the side and her eyes closing as she moans in response.

I could watch her for days like this.

Seriously.

Her naked body writhing under me, every sound, every movement caused only by my touch.

Beth arches her back, letting out a wanton moan before clenching her thighs around my waist and the hands that grip the sheets lets go and she grabs at her own breasts, dragging her nails over the skin before pulling at her nipples.

God if she doesn't stop...

I'm fighting an internal battle between love and lust for her and right now, lust is clearly winning.

"Fuck...Beth..." I groan, unable to sit back and watch her any longer.

I push her hands away and lean over her, covering her body with mine, welcoming the contact of her skin as I start to move more quickly, harder with my thrusts causing Beth to wrap her arms and legs around me.

"Harder Harry," she whispers, "I need you to go harder."

"I don't want to hurt you," I pant as I continue to thrust into her.

"I'm not fragile, you...you won't hurt me," she says as she nips at the skin on my shoulder.

And that's all it takes.

I let out a strangled groan into the crook of her neck as I start to move as fast as my body allows me to.

"Feels...so good...Beth..." I whisper, "so...good."

I'm moving so hard that Beth lets out a panting moan every single time I thrust inside her and it spurs me on, wanting to hear more and more delicious sounds from her.

I wrap an arm around her lower back, wanting her to be as close to me as possible.

She lets out a rather loud gasp and I look at her only to see a fleeting expression of confusion on her face, but she doesn't say anything else and then I feel her thighs clench around me so I don't stop.

"Fuck...I love you," I say, "I love you, I love you, I love you..." I ramble on repeatedly.

"Harry..." her hands grip my hair just as she starts to moan loudly, uncontrollably.

I feel her tighten around my cock numerous times and I know she's so close to finishing.

"Come with me love," I urge her, "it's just you and me."

She buries her face into my shoulder and lets out a strangled cry as she comes and her shuddering body pulls me into her orgasm and it triggers mine, my cock pumping as I come inside her, mixing with her own fluids, my release triggering a loud moan that doesn't even sound like me.

I slow my thrusts down, eventually stopping and I can feel her heart beat rapidly against my own, but I stay inside her, holding her close as I'm in no hurry to leave her.

"How are you?" I ask her, looking her in the eye.

Oh my god Harold.

How are you?

Thankfully she has a wonderful sense of humour and we both laugh out loud.

"I'm good, thanks for asking," she grins.

"I just meant, are you okay?" I ask, smiling and shaking my head at her.

"I'm perfect Harry," she sighs, "that was perfect."

No.

You're perfect.

I smile and kiss the tip of her nose before reluctantly pulling out of her, leaning away and pulling the covers over us as I cuddle her to me.

Then I remember.

"Did I hurt you?" I ask.

"Well you're certainly well-endowed Harry, but no," she replies, "why do you ask?"

"You kind of pulled a face and I thought I was hurting you," I tell her.

She's silent for a minute.

"Oh!" she says, realisation dawning on her face, "ohhhhhh..." she's now embarrassed and hides her face against my shoulder.

"What?' I ask, having no idea what I've done, "what is it?"

She lets out a sigh and reluctantly looks up at me.

"That," she pauses, "that was the first time I've orgasmed just from having sex alone and not having to use my hand or a vibrator to help me come," she blurts out.

Really?

I made her orgasm purely with my dick.

Harold you stud.

But she's used a vibrator on herself to come?

An image of Beth suddenly springs to mind of her laying on my bed, naked with her legs spread, pleasuring herself just for me with a vibrator.

Maybe I should invest in one cause shit that would be hot as fuck.

"You've used a vibrator?" I finally ask.

"That's all you took from that?" she replies incredulously.

Well.

Yeah.

"Priorities," I smile sheepishly, "it's just that it sounds like it would be pretty hot to watch."

Beth shakes her head and smiles at me.

I feel I need to clarify this one more time.

"So what you're saying is," I continue, "is that I made you come just from sex alone?"

She nods her head.

I mentally high five myself.

"Did you like it?" I ask curiously.

"Yes," she replies, "it was kinda different."

"Does that mean my weird dick is starting to look good now?" I quip.

Beth groans and buries her face in the pillow as I laugh, gently stroking her back before I tangle our legs together.

"Thank you," she whispers to me.

"For what love?" I ask, genuinely curious as to what she's thanking me for.

She stays silent, shaking her head before taking in a deep breath.

"Loving me," she finally answers.

Well that's not a particularly hard thing to do.

"Always," I lean closer and nuzzle her nose with mine.

I continue to run my hand up and down the soft skin of her back and watch as she closes her eyes and sighs in contentment.

"We should probably get you cleaned up if you plan on having asleep for a little bit," I suggest to her.

But she doesn't respond.

"Beth?" I gently tap her on the shoulder, "Beth, wake up," I nudge her again.

She must be really tired to fall asleep so quickly.

Or maybe I'm just that good and I've worn her out.

I chuckle to myself as I gently wrap the blankets around her so she can continue to sleep.

I figure I should have a little kip myself, and besides, why would I want to leave my adorable girl alone?

I wrap my arm around her waist and snuggle into her and soon fall asleep.

~~~~~~

I wake before Beth does and decide I should whip something up for us to eat, since it's been awhile since breakfast this morning.

I quietly slip out of the bed, careful not to disturb her and quickly throw some clothes on and head downstairs to the kitchen.

I decide on something quick and easy so I've got the pasta boiling on the stove and I'm waiting for it to cook.

Probably should let mum know what's happening so I shoot her a quick text message telling her what's going on and where we're at with Chloe and that I'll let her know if there's any change when we go back into the hospital later on.

I sit my phone back on the bench and my mind returns to Chloe and the image of her laying quietly in the hospital bed.

Closing my eyes, I send a silent prayer to God to ask him to help Chloe recover. Not that the doctor doesn't seem to think all's going to be well, but a little bit of extra help can't hurt can it?

As for Beth and I?

Well this morning has been quite a surprise, but an extremely pleasant one at that.

No scratch that.

It's been a fucking awesome morning.

I don't think Beth's forgiven me a hundred percent, but it's pretty safe to assume she's well on her way.

Thank god.

It wasn't looking too promising for you there for awhile Harold.

But what else can I do to show her how sorry I am?

Think Harold, think.

My gaze falls on something tucked away with some letters on the bench.

The voucher book she made me!

I literally pounce on it and tear out one of the blank ones think for a moment before I begin to write.

This voucher entitles the bearer to one free 'get out of the doghouse because he really stuffed up and promises his best not to let it happen again, though he can't say for certain but hopes that the receiver will forgive him' pass.

P.S. The bearer loves the receiver very, very much.

P.P.S. The bearer reserves the right to retain this voucher in the likelihood it may be required again for future use, which is possibly quite high.

P.P.P.S. Again, the bearer really loves the receiver lots and lots.

Oh you genius Harold!

I quickly run upstairs and open the door quietly to see Beth sound asleep.

I place the voucher onto my pillow for her to find when she wakes and with a kiss on her cheek, I return to the kitchen.

The sound of the water boiling greets me and I quickly move to turn the stove off and drain the pasta.

I stir some sauce into it and put it into a couple of bowls and place them on a breakfast tray. I add some cheese, drinks and cutlery to the tray and carry it upstairs.

I open the door again and this time Beth is awake and reading the voucher, a smile on her face.

The blanket has fallen down her back and I stand and admire the curves of it but wince a little at the faint scarring that must have bloody hurt.

She puts the voucher down and lets out a sigh.

"So am I forgiven?" I bite the bullet and ask her.

She turns her head and directs her smile at me.

I've always been a big believer in that everything happens for a reason," she says as I walk in and sit the tray down next to the bed before sitting down next to her, "however I can't think of a reason with this though," she sighs, "but I can be grateful that it's not as worse as we obviously know it could be."

I quietly nod, knowing I had the same thoughts earlier.

"And I know how precious life can be and how it can be taken away," she reaches out and holds my hand with hers, "it was an accident Harry, let's leave it at that and move on from the what if's."

The relief I feel right now, hearing her say this to me, just lifts the weight that I've been carrying around on my shoulders.

"I...just..." I pause, searching for the right words to say how relieved I feel.

"Harry," she interrupts me, "did you make me pasta?" she says as she looks at the tray of food.

"Um...yeah..." I reply, "do you like pasta?"

"Let's just say if I had to choose between one of my kids or pasta for the rest of my life, it would be a struggle," she smirks and sits up against the headboard of the bed.

What a thing to say about your children!

I pretend to look shocked as I hand her a bowl and a fork.

"As long as you're not choosing between me and the pasta, I guess I'm good then," I say as I get myself comfortable next to her and grab my own bowl before flicking the tv on with the remote, looking for something to watch.

I lean down and place a kiss on her bare shoulder.

"I love you," I whisper, a smile on my face.

"I love you too," she replies, returning my smile.

I take a bite of my pasta and glance down at Beth.

I wonder if we can go another round before we head back to the hospital?