Pure

Chapter 18:

Harry's POV:

The reception was coming to an end. People were starting to leave so before the majority of the people left, Jess and I said our goodbyes and left the venue.

Paul had retrieved our luggage while we were at the reception and put it in the limo for us. So Jess decided to change out of her wedding dress.

I watched her change in front of me for the first time and I couldn't help the thoughts that swirled around in my brain. I wanted Jess more than I've ever wanted another girl before in my life.

"Stop looking at me like that." She said with a nervous laugh as she pulled on some sweat pants.

She defiantly was a girl that liked to be comfortable.

I smiled and looked away as she put on a different bra and a hoodie.

"You're not gunna change?" She asked as she sat beside me and laid her head on my shoulder.

"No. Actually love I had an idea." I said.

"Hmm."

"Lets get a hotel. Here in town. And tomorrow we can head out to Paris."

"Why do you want to wait till tomorrow?"

"Well I .. You know. I'm ready now.." I said.

Even though she was now my wife and it was okay to have sex, I still felt nervous and shy about it. Which is two things I've never felt when thinking about sex.

"Oh... Uh sure, sure." She said with a shaky voice. She was nervous too.

I took out my phone and called Paul to get us a hotel pronto and change out flight to tomorrow.

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Jessica's POV

As Harry went into the hotel to get the room key, I sat in the limo a nervous wreck.

I've heard your first time is painful. Some say the pain fades and some say it takes a couple times for it to actually become enjoyable.

In my case I hope it fades. My honeymoon wouldn't be all I dreamed it would be if I couldn't enjoy my husband physically.

Harry soon came back to the limo and helped me out. The driver grabbed our bags and gave them to a bell hop standing by the limo.

Harry pulled out some money and tipped the driver and bell hop before we walked in.

The elevator ride was silent. So silent Harry could probably hear my thoughts.

Harry broke the silence as we got off the elevator and walked towards our penthouse suit.

"I ordered some champagne and strawberries. Is champagne fine with you?' He asked.

"Yes, that's fine." I replied as he opened the door.

I walked in and there were rose petals and candles covering the penthouse.

I marveled in the beauty of the room and the view as Harry took our luggage from the bellhop.

I heard the door close but didn't look away from the window.

"I'm going to run you a bath, love. Bubbles or no bubbles?" Harry asked.

"Bubbles please." I said and turned to him.

I always found Harry attractive. But maybe it was either the lighting, or the fumes coming from the candles, but when I looked at him, he looked like a god. I'd never laid eyes on a man more stunning and beautiful as him.