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Desert Love	By : Krayzee_Aussie Category: Celebrities - Misc > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 4321 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction! I do not know Prince Harry of Wales, Prince Charles, Prince William, Kate Middleton, Queen Elizabeth, Camilla Parker-Bowles or Prince Phillip, Corporal Ben Roberts-Smith VC and I do not profit from this story.

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Finally, Desiree left her parents room and walked alongside Harry to her room. They walked in an awkward silence for a while. He wasn’t sure how she was feeling following Ryan’s little sleepy conversation with her. He had felt a little wave of happiness, hearing Ryan’s approval.
Then he thought of the conversation in the elevator with her.
Harry finally broke the silence. “You were saying about not knowing how to cope with loss.” She looked up at him expectantly as she pulled her key card from her clutch. “What did you do? When you lost your husband?”
“Oh,” she said as she opened the door. She pushed it open, stepping back to let him by, but he put his hand on the door and motioned that she should enter first, she floated past him, her perfume wafting by him and causing his stomach to seem to flip again. “Well, I threw myself into Ryan, taking care of him and doing everything he needed for a while, but soon I needed a more stable income, I didn’t like relying on my parents as often as I was having to. That’s when I decided to join the Defence and I never looked at what I left behind. Ryan was left in the care of my mother and siblings who were still in school at the time.”
Harry was thoughtful, he didn’t know much about what she did before she joined the army. She put her clutch down and looked around the room, seeming to look for something. “What did you leave behind, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Well,” she began slowly, moving towards her mini bar, she opened it, bending over to look inside. Harry averted his eyes out of respect, as hard as it was not to stare at her perfect form. “There was Ryan as I mentioned before, that was both hard and easy for me. Then there was the lifestyle i was living before. I had a very... laid back lifestyle, carefree even, I was doing a lot of work as a...” she straightened as she trailed off, looking back at Harry nervously.
It made Harry curious. “A what?” he asked smiling inquisitively at her as she eyed him off. She picked up the phone and called room service, ignoring his question and ordering some drinks. When she replaced the receiver she motioned for him to sit down on the lounge, she sat down too, a little bit of space between them. Harry couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment at that, but was careful not to let it show. “What were you working as?”
She sighed, propping her elbow against the back of the lounge and resting her head against her hand. Harry found it very alluring as she looked seriously at him. “Don’t laugh or I’ll hurt you.”
“I believe you,” he replied with a smirk. “However, I can’t make any promises.”
“You Brits, always toying with your lives,” she said rolling her eyes before sighing. She continued, her voice low. “I was a model.”
Harry’s jaw dropped, looking at her incredulously. “A model? Like catwalk and fashion?” He began to chuckle.
“Harry, shut up,” Desiree said grimacing as he tried to stifle his laughing. “Harry, I will beat you, you know that?”
The door bell rang and Desiree threw a cushion at him as she got up to open the door. A waiter carried in a tray with some bottles and an ice bucket. She thanked him and he bowed to Harry before leaving. She motioned that he should come and get a drink, so he quickly got up and followed her. They poured themselves drinks and sat back down. Harry noticed her dress crept up slightly to one side, showing off her smooth skin.
“So, modelling... It explains a lot.”
“How so?” Desiree asked, curiosity crossing her face.
“Well, the fact that you pretty much glide when you walk in heels, and the way you stand in that dress.” Desiree raised her eyebrows, before rolling her eyes.
                They continued chatting, Harry asking her questions about her life before the army. She told him about how she met her husband, all the trouble she caused as a teenager at her father’s units. She also told him about some of the men her Mother had tried to set her up with for awhile, and more recent attempts. He found it amusing when she told him about when her Mother used to lose her cool. Harry couldn’t imagine that sweet little Asian lady getting angry, but Desiree was adamant that when Asians got angry it was a good idea to get out of the way.
Harry’s mind soon began to wander back to the conversation they had earlier about the Sydney siege. He stared at her for a moment. She looked at him nervously. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
Harry put his drink on the coffee table and leaned closer to her, taking her free hand in his gently. “You took a bullet for me.”
Desiree looked back at him in mild concern, sitting more upright. She suddenly stood up, moving to look out the window, putting her glass on the table behind her. Harry watched her as she rubbed the back of her neck anxiously. Harry stood up and moved to stand behind her, concern racing through his mind.
“Not one of the brightest things I’ve done, I guess. It seemed like the right thing to do at the time. If I had known it would lead to all this fuss,” she trailed off and she motioned out the window.
He moved in closer behind her, he could smell the scent radiating from her skin and it sent a thrill through his body again. It had been happening to him all night. “And now? Do you regret it?”
Desiree looked at his reflection behind her in the mirror, looking thoughtful. Her light brown eyes shone, he could even see them shining in her reflection as her gaze met his, her eyes hardened with resolve. “No, I don’t regret it at all.” He moved even closer to her, he yearned to feel her lips on his, to make her understand what he felt for her, but she turned and put her hand on his chest, stopping him.
“Harry,” she said, her voice wavering. “I don’t know if this is a good idea.”
“What?” Harry asked quietly, concern evident as he looked down into her eyes.
“Well, you’re a Prince of England. I’m just a Major from one of the countries in the Commonwealth. I’m not even British. I can’t see your family approving of that.”
Harry looked at her incredulously. He couldn’t believe the words coming from her mouth. He shook his head and smiled comfortingly, putting his hands on her shoulders, her skin was so soft under his fingers. “You really are blind, Desiree.” She looked at him in confusion. “Everyone, and I mean everyone, loves you. My Grandmother made me change our seating arrangements for the ball, I thought it might have been because she thought of you as a commoner, she’s only just started treating Kate as one of us. But she said she wanted you to feel comfortable, and sitting with another woman might help you with that.” Desiree looked at him, uncertainty on her face as she continued to listen to Harry. “This morning, when I got whisked away at the morning tea, my Father was telling me whatever happened, he would support me entirely in whatever I sought to do. And that he liked you. He thought you were pretty amazing. And William, he thinks you’re awesome and is constantly teasing me about how your military records are longer than mine.”
Desiree stared at Harry in shock. “But i’m a single mother, Harry. That’s going to create a stir.” She looked away to the side, her face downcast.
Harry lifted her face by her chin to look at him gently. “And my family already adores him. I don’t know what you did, but you raised an amazing boy. That boy could wear a Nazi uniform and people wouldn’t bat an eyelid.”
Desiree giggled at his reference to his own indiscretion many years ago. Harry smiled at her reaction, letting go of her chin and putting his hand back to her shoulder. “That, right there. That is what I want to see every day.”
Desiree stifled her giggling, looking back at him thoughtfully. “But-“
Desiree couldn’t give him any more excuses. Harry didn’t give her a chance. He pulled her towards him and kissed her passionately, wrapping his arms around her as he did so. He felt her body heat seeping through his uniform.
******
                Desiree was shocked by the passion in Harry’s kiss. She felt like her whole body had come alive as he held her tightly, his arms wrapped around her body, she closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling. She was swamped by the warmth from his body against hers, the strength in his arms as he held her against him and his scent as it washed over her.
Harry moved his hand to her face, running his fingers along her cheek and holding her face in his hand, loosening his hold on her as he pulled away. Desiree opened her eyes and looked into his eyes, her hands still resting on his chest. She was still torn by what her head was telling her was right, but what her heart wanted.
Harry must have seen the torment within her eyes as he stepped back slightly. “Sorry, I should have asked your permission first,” he said ruefully. “I needed you to know how I feel about you, Desiree.”
Desiree felt her throat constricting at his words. She still felt slightly breathless. She looked down at his chest where her hands still stayed, unable to look into his eyes as she felt confused when she did. “It’s okay, I understand.” Harry removed his hand from her face, placing it back onto her waist and looking at her expectantly. “Harry, I’m not good with emotions. Not anymore, anyway.”
“I understand.” He waited patiently for her to continue.
“You’re royalty, I’m damaged goods. And I’m a war machine, designed specifically to take down targets, that’s a huge step down from your world.” She looked back up at him thoughtfully for a moment. “Could you imagine the headline? Harry dates War widow who kills for a living.”
Harry gave a little laugh, still not taking his hands from her. He smiled and gently ran his thumb across her cheek. “I will do whatever it is you need me to do to be with you. And Ryan.”
Her breath caught slightly at the mention of her son. “But the headlines and media will-“
Harry cut her off. “I don’t care, Des. Neither does anyone else that matter. I’m not lying when I tell you, the family really like you. If you were to say no to me right here and now, I’m one hundred percent certain my Father would head hunt you for private security, in a bid to change your mind.” Desiree scoffed but let him continue. “You’re not an average woman, I wish you would realise the effect you have on the people around you.”
“I don’t think killing people is something to be spruiking on about, Harry.”
Harry sighed, scratching his head in frustration. Desiree cocked her head to the side, admiring his quirky little reaction. “Gees, Des. You are so much more than that.” He put his hand back on her chin, making her look him in the eyes as he spoke. “You are beautiful, smart, caring, sophisticated and funny. The way you can think on your feet and adapt to situations you aren’t used to, like the ball tonight and still keep a level head, completely amazes me. I was worried you wouldn’t be able to converse easily with any of those people, but you blew me out of the water.” Harry let her go and began pacing, Desiree watching him in amusement. “And when I see you with Ryan, he’s such a good kid and the look you get on your face when he speaks to you,” he moved back towards her, taking her hand in his large one gently. “I wish you could look at me like that one day.”
Desiree looked at Harry in awe as he continued. “I don’t care what the press have to say, you’ve killed people, so what? So have I. They’ll be having a field day with the media release on our last trip. You’re a single mother, so what? You’re a damn good one. You’re a war widow, if they bring that into play they should be fucking ashamed of themselves.” Desiree looked at Harry in amusement, hearing him swear sounded so wrong. He spoke with so much passion, she couldn’t look away from him as he got closer still. “I will do everything in my power, to make you happy. I love you.”
*****
                Harry stopped, that had just slipped out. He was scared. Not scared that perhaps he hadn’t meant to say it, it was the truth. He was scared that by saying it, it would scare her. According to her family and her own admission, she had not been close to anyone in eight years. Something like that could send her running away. He bit his lip and scratched his head, slightly flustered as the silence between them grew.
Desiree licked her lips before speaking, her face appearing deadpan. “You want to take that back, Harry?” she asked quietly. She had misread his frustration.
“Never,” he replied, looking at her seriously. He began to repeat himself. “I. Love. Y-“
He didn’t finish his sentence because Desiree had pulled him in to return the kiss he stole. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him firmly against her, while he wrapped his arms around her again.
He didn’t know how long they had been standing there in each other’s embrace, but by the time they finally pulled away, they were both breathless. Harry looked at Desiree and smiled. “I just want you to know, I know emotions are hard for you. You don’t need to say anything to me, you do well enough showing me.”
Desiree smiled gratefully. “Thank you, Harry.”
She turned her body to look back out the window over the city, still leaning her body against his. Harry noticed how the city lights seemed to mix amongst the stars, he couldn’t think of a more perfect moment as that one right there. He ran his fingers up and down her arm, it wasn’t long before he could feel goosebumps there. “Are you cold?” he asked in concern.
Desiree shook her head immediately. “No,” she replied. “That feels...good.” She sighed and rested her head against his chest. His heart beat seemed to quicken and he wondered if she had noticed.
She stood up straight, and began walking away from the windows. “I should get out of this,” she said motioning to the red dress she wore. “My feet are killing me and I feel like my face could melt off at any second.”
Harry laughed heartily at her choice of words as she moved towards her room, pulling a face at him. He moved to pour them both another drink.
She was gone for a good few minutes and reappeared in her doorway with her make-up gone and her hair straight again and back to her normal height as she had taken off her heels. She seemed to be struggling with the dress. “Um,” she began awkwardly, her hands behind her back at an awkward angle. “Can I ask a favour of you?”
Harry hurried to see how he could help. “Of course?”
“I can’t get out of this dress on my own. And I’m guessing the stylists would like it back in one piece.” Harry raised an eye brow but motioned for her to turn around. “It took two people to get me into it.”
“What on earth for?” Harry asked in surprise, as she turned around, exposing her toned back to him. He looked to the clasp and zipper, they looked finicky. She had already undone the halter herself.
“One to hold it up and together, the other to zip it up.”
“Wow.” He began trying to undo it. “You know, you get to keep this, right?” he asked.
Desiree turned her head slightly so she could see his face. “What do you mean?”
“We paid the stylists so you could keep whatever you chose.”
Desiree looked at Harry quizzically. “Why?” she demanded.
“Why not? You looked amazing in it.” Desiree turned to look straight ahead again as Harry continued to struggle with the clasp and zipper. “And in saying that, I’m not opposed to ripping this thing up right now. How the hell are women meant to do this shit?”
Desiree looked back at his face in amusement, giggling slightly.
“This is no laughing matter, Des. I’m seriously considering it.”
Finally the clasp came loose and he was able to slide the zipper down, exposing the rest of her lower back. There were scars there, light in colour against her normal skin tone. He reached out and touched them lightly, but she quickly turned, holding the dress at her front and backed away from him, looking embarrassed. “Um, yeah. I’ve got a few scars here and there.”
Harry looked at her sympathetically. “You don’t need to be embarrassed, Des.”
“Its fine,” she replied, waving it off. “I just don’t want you to be disgusted by them.” She emphasized the word ‘you’.
Harry was dumbfounded by her reply. “Desiree, there is no way something like this would disgust me,” he said moving towards her again. She took another step back, guarded from his approach. He held his hands up and moved back away. “You need to trust me, Des. Nothing like that could change what I think about you. Your scars are evidence of your battles, and from all accounts you’ve done great things and fought some hard battles. You should be proud of your scars.”
Desiree looked at him with a pained expression, before sighing and stepping towards him. She looked nervously at Harry. “I’m not sure a sense of pride is something I would use to describe how I feel about these.” She turned around again and let the dress drape a little lower so he could see the scars in their entirety.
Harry looked at her back in disbelief as he examined the scars. They stretched along all her lower back, in sporadic patterns. He had seen these scars before, they were shrapnel scars. “Where are these from?”
“My first tour of Afghanistan. An IED was hidden inside the wall of a house, pointing out and detonated as my patrol and I were walking past. The digger behind me died and a few of us suffered shrapnel injuries.” She turned her head slightly so he couldn’t see her face. “Of all the shrapnel injuries, I was the worst, but I was incredibly lucky.”
Harry looked back at the criss-crossing scars. He reached down to touch them, but stopped short, looking back at Desiree who had turned her head back to look at him. “Can i...touch them?” he asked quietly. She nodded slowly. He gently touched them. They were smoother than her unharmed skin, the scar tissue having not quite regenerated back to normal, as expected with some wounds.
Harry saw Desiree’s back beginning to develop goosebumps, so he withdrew his hand. “Sorry to hear about the digger.”
“Thanks,” she muttered, pulling the dress back up slightly. “Those were the first of many scars I was to get.”
Harry grimaced, remembering her lying on the floor of the shopping centre in Sydney, covered in blood. “Sorry,” he murmured again.
She gave a small smile. “As I said, I don’t regret that either, Harry. It’s safe to say, my looks aren’t high on my priority list,” she joked. She turned to face him properly, her hands still holding the dress across her chest. He looked for the scar on her shoulder. He could just make it out. He reached out to touch it. She looked down at her shoulder and smirked. “That one happened to heal quite nicely.” She cocked her head to the side and moved her hair to one side. “Much like the one on my neck.” She lifted her chin, exposing her neck. There, barely visible at all was the thinnest of scars. “Doctors reckon it was some prompt and thorough attention immediately that stopped that one scarring badly,” she said sardonically.
Harry laughed, running his finger along the scar as he bent down to get a good look at it. He couldn’t help feeling smug, considering how much she argued and whinged about receiving treatment for it from him. “I aim to please.” His eye drifted to her chest, where her arms were crossed while holding the dress up. She followed his gaze and raised her eyebrows, a pained expression flicking across her face, soon replaced by sympathy. Harry felt his stomach knot. If that wound scarred badly, he knew he would never forgive himself.
“Do you want to see it?” she asked quietly.
He nodded slowly. She sighed, before carefully sliding the dress lower.
*******
                Desiree looked up at Harry as she dropped the dress to the floor. All her scars were on show now. She would know if he was serious or not. She was surprised when his eyes stayed on her face even after she dropped the dress. Eventually they slowly drifted down and stopped at her chest, not at her breasts or lowering further, his eyes lingered on her scar.
His eyes lingered there for a while. She saw several different emotions flicker across his face. She could distinguish a few, there was anger, sadness and she detected a moment of sympathy. And then she spotted one that hit her hard, guilt. Harry felt guilty for her being shot in Sydney. “It isn’t your fault, Harry.”
“It is,” he began, his voice sounding choked. “If I had left when you told me too, they wouldn’t have realised who I was and I wouldn’t have been shot at, and you wouldn’t have taken that bullet.” He sat on the edge of her bed, his head in his hands.
Desiree looked down at him sympathetically, her heart ached when she saw him like that. She stood next to him, resting a hand on his shoulder. “You don’t know that, Harry. I could have still been shot, just different circumstances. I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but I have a habit of putting myself into harms way. In Buddhism, we believe that everything happens for a reason.” He brushed his hand through his hair, looking up. She cocked her head to the side, she could see his internal turmoil written all over his face.
She sighed and sat down beside him. “Harry, don’t do that to yourself, please. I did that for years, you don’t want to become like me, do you?” He looked at her in surprise.
She took a deep breath and ploughed on. “After the death of my first digger, I beat myself up incessantly about what I could have done differently, I would feel guilty that his family was mourning because of something I did, or didn’t do. When it was only one person’s fault, the person that laid that IED,” she explained, gritting her teeth when she thought about it. She took another deep breath before continuing. “But because of how I beat myself up, I didn’t want to get close to my men anymore.”
She went quiet for a moment as she thought over that fact. A realisation dawned on her. “And that’s probably why I had such a high efficiency rate. I didn’t get close to my diggers and used them as they were meant to be used. I couldn’t tell you if Sergeant Scott was married, or if Jonesey had siblings. I didn’t want to know because if something happened to them, the guilt trip would start again.” She looked down at her hands, remembering all the men’s lives that she had been in control of.
Harry looked thoughtfully at Desiree. He leaned across, lifting her chin up with his hand and took her lips in his again. She felt her body heat rise, as he brushed her cheek with his fingers.
*****
                When they pulled apart again he looked back down at the scar on her chest again. “Does it hurt anymore?” he asked in concern.
“Not at all, it’s itchy and annoying as hell,” she said pulling a face. He gave a quiet laugh, looking back to her scar and then his eyes drifted down, taking in the rest of her body, her olive skin radiated even in the soft light of her bedroom. She only wore her white strapless bra and white lacy panties now. Her skin looked so soft and he yearned to touch it, but instead he looked at her other scars. He spotted the one she had gotten in the action which earned her the Victoria Cross. It had healed nicely and like her neck, was only a thin line now. Then he spotted the black lines etched on one side of her ribs, a tattoo, he hadn’t spotted it during her first aid in Sydney, due to the large amount of blood and its position.
It was a tribal tiger, fiercely positioned as if it were crawling up her ribs. He motioned to it. “That’s impressive.” It covered her ribs from top to bottom.
“It’s a curse breaker and lucky omen for my Mother’s village.”
“I see, well, I take it that it works?”
Desiree gave a small laugh.
Harry noticed Desiree seemed tense as she let his eyes drift along her body. “Would you like me to leave and let you change?” he asked, moving to stand up. To his surprise, she placed a hand on his arm, with a surprising amount of strength.
“No, its fine, you wanted to see my scars, its best that I let you now. That way if it’s too much you can call it quits now.” She avoided his gaze, looking down to her side, pretending to take an interest in a scar on her left leg.
Harry looked at Desiree in exasperation; her lack of self esteem was astonishing. He moved closer to her, putting his arm around her shoulders. “Desiree, a few scars are not going to change how I feel about you. I think I’ve been through way too much for that. Besides,” he turned her face gently to face him and looked deep into her eyes, seeing her self-doubt. “I’ve seen the real you now.”
Desiree gazed back at him, her eyes becoming somewhat glazed as she stared at him.
“Everything about you, tells a story. You said to me, that everything happens for a reason. Then I guess that means we were meant to meet each other for some reason.”
She looked up at him, a coy look coming across her face. “Oh, so you were meant to insult me then?”
Harry stared at her incredulously, and he noticed the slightest of smiles touch her lips and eyes. He smiled cheekily. “I guess so.” Desiree smiled at him happily; she seemed content for the moment. Harry rubbed his hand up and down her back, trying to refrain from smothering her too much. He didn’t know if she was quite ready for such attention yet.
He felt her shiver next to him, noticing the goosebumps on her legs then. He wrapped her up in his arms. “You should have told me you were cold,” he said when she looked at him in surprise. She was tense at first, but she quickly relaxed, resting her head against his chest. Harry ran his fingers through her hair; it was silky soft and smelt like peppermint.
“Thank you, Harry,” she said out of the blue. Harry looked down at her, slightly confused. She met his gaze, wrapping her own arms around his mid section. “For everything, for coming and finding me again, and not giving up on me.”
He felt his chest tighten as she gazed at him intently; her eyes soft and he could see an emotion there that he had only seen her look at one other person with. Ryan. He leaned down, kissing her passionately again. This time she did not tense, she did not put her hands on his chest like it was her safety. She reached her hand up, running her hand through his hair. He felt his body react to her touch, heat starting to fill his body. If she kept that up, his self control could waver.
Just as he was thinking that, Desiree pulled him down, much to his surprise at her strength and the fact that she did it, so they were now both lying on the bed. He pulled himself up so he was on all fours over her; he pulled himself out of her grasp, both panting. “Desiree, I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to,” he panted.
She propped herself up on an elbow, a smile on her face. Harry held himself over her as she began fiddling with his jacket buttons. “H, it’s been eight years. Don’t argue with me,” she said; her voice matter-of-fact.
Harry’s eyes went wide as he looked down at her and she smiled an alluring smile he had never seen before. It was too much for him to handle and he lowered himself back onto her, his hands roving all over her body, wanting to explore every inch. She moaned as he kissed down her neck, pulling his jacket from him while he kicked off his shoes. As he made his way further down her body, she started pulling up his shirt. She pulled it over his head and he pulled his arms out, before slipping his hands beneath her back, making her arch her body. It was an alluring sight and he kissed down her neck to her chest, lingering around her scar for a moment.
He easily released the clasp on her bra, slipping his hands back out from beneath her back and pulling her bra from her roughly, before moving back up and taking her mouth in his again. She moaned again as he cupped her full breast in his hand. He released her mouth and began to move back down her body slowly, kissing and nipping her playfully. She lightly ran her hands up and down his bare back, sending thrills throughout his body, every now and then she would grasp at his body as he hit a sensitive spot, like around her neck.
She moved her hands to his trousers as he came back to snare her mouth in his, starting to undo the belt and clasp with remarkable speed. As she managed to do so, he took her nipples into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and cupping the other with one of his hands. With the other he managed to slip out of his trousers. Desiree ran her fingers through his hair again, moaning as he changed nipple, teasing it with his tongue before taking it into his mouth and sucking it.
He then took her mouth back into his own again, his hands continuing to explore, slipping over her soft skin, occasionally feeling the slick stretches of skin that were her scars. He noticed when ever his fingers slipped across her scars it was like she couldn’t feel his fingers, the nerves around the skin appeared to have been none existent because the second his fingers grazed against her unharmed skin she would gasp or shudder. His hand moved further down her body.
Meanwhile, her hands ran down his abdominal muscles, her light fingers exciting him even more the further they drifted down his body.
He slipped his hand down her stomach, feeling her abdominal muscles tensing beneath his finger tips, before his fingers found lace. He heard her gasp as he teased her, running his finger along the top of her lace panties, making her kiss him deeply. One of her hands rested on the back of his neck, gently caressing him there as his fingers drifted lower, pulling the top of her panties down with it, gliding along her soft skin and sending more shivers through her body. He stopped kissing her for a moment to watch her.
He then slipped his fingers further down, finding her wet, which excited him more and she moaned, sending a shiver through her, as a wave of pleasure washed over her. Her nails began to dig into his arm as he felt for the sweet spot. He soon found the small nub and she moaned even louder as he teased it with his finger. She was so wet, his finger glided along her noisily.
Suddenly, he felt her hand reach down, slip inside his own underwear and grab his shaft. He throbbed excitedly, moaning slightly himself as she moved her hand up and down, gripping him tightly. He tried to remain composed; he wanted to ensure that her first night with him, and her first experience in eight years, would not be a short one, nor one she would forget easily. Her hand strength was phenomenal though and as she continued to move her hand up and down his shaft, he felt like he might lose all control.
So instead, he pushed her back further onto the bed, removing her panties in one quick and easy movement and began to kiss her, starting at her mouth, moving down her neck with an ensuing flood of gasps and moans, onto her chest, flicking her nipples with his tongue and slowly drifting down her stomach. He slowed as he approached her nether regions, his fingers lightly grazing her skin and sending goosebumps all over her body. He smirked as he drifted further down. She placed a hand on his head, running her fingers into his hair, moaning as he lingered just at the top of her moist nether lips, his tongue flicking along her upper edges.
“Harry,” she moaned, sending a thrill through him. To hear her moan his name, with so much pleasure in her voice, turned him on further. He pushed her legs apart, giving himself better access, before pushing his tongue into the moistness between her legs, she gasped, moaned and writhed with pleasure, thrusting her pelvis towards him. He was forced to pin her down, placing a hand onto her stomach and pushing down. She grasped his hair as she moaned with pleasure, exciting him more and more.
He could feel her body tensing as she moved closer and closer to climax. He moved his spare hand from holding her leg in place, and slowly slid his finger inside her. She gasped and tried to buck against his arm that held her down, but he was not having any of that. He began to move his finger inside her, searching out for the very sweet spot to help her along to her climax, before continuing to pleasure her clit with his tongue. He continued to pleasure her like this until he had managed to push her over her threshold, twice.
He wiped his mouth before crawling back up her body, a mischievous smile on his face as he kissed her all over, finding her body was trembling.
“Desiree? Are you okay, beautiful?” he asked urgently, concerned that perhaps she had gone further than she had really wanted.
She took his face in her hands and pulled it down to hers, kissing him deeply, although her body still trembled. “Yes, Harry,” she said pulling away from his lips enough so she could speak, her lips still brushing against his. “Please, keep going,” she whispered, alluringly, as she gripped his mid-section and pulled him in closer to her body.
Immediately, all concern leaving his mind. Her hands reached down and pulled down at his underwear, which he obliged and took off quickly.
He carefully positioned himself over her, sliding her legs open with his knee, all his weight on his elbows, brushing her hair from her face and looking down at her lovingly. “Are you sure you want this now? I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret, Desiree. It would kill me to hurt you like that.”
She pulled his face down to her and kissed him fiercely again. “You could never hurt me,” she said, pulling away just enough to speak again. Her voice was alluring and confident, wiping away all doubt he had in his mind.
With those words, he eased himself into her and she gasped as he slipped inside her, she threw her head back and moaned, grasping onto him tightly and wrapping her legs around his. He moaned in pleasure as a wave of euphoria swept over him, he had dreamed of calling her his for so long, he hadn’t thought to how this might feel with her.
She moaned again as he moved out and then back into her again, one of her hands gripping onto his arm, the other his back, her nails beginning to dig in as she moved further and further through stages of pleasure. One of his hands held his body weight off of her, the other grasped at her hip, holding her close to him. He began moving more quickly, she was so wet he could hear every time he shifted inside her, her moans of pleasure and the pain of her nails in his back exciting him even further. He could feel her tightening around his shaft as she was pushed closer to climax and he felt himself moving closer and closer to climax too. He picked up more speed, pushing in harder and harder against her.
“Harry,” she gasped as she approached the verge of climax, sending an extra surge of pleasure through his body, her grip on his skin strengthening. He dipped his head to her neck, kissing and nipping at her skin there as he moved closer to climax, causing her to arch her body into him as she finally let go of her climax, tightening on his shaft as he continued to push into her. He bit down harder as he hit the verge of climax, releasing as he was pushed over the edge.
“Desiree.”
Within moments both were entangled in waves of absolute pleasure together, holding tightly to each other, kissing each other with fierce passion. They soon fell asleep in each other’s arms.
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