Dear Iris [h.s]

chapter fifty three.*

Iris Grace

Harry didn't drop my hand the whole way home back to his house. Every couple of steps he'd smile and lift my hand to his lips so he could kiss the back of my hand. He keeps smiling, and I like it. He suits a smile.

Harry loves me.

He said he loves me, in English and French. He fucking loves me. Harry is in love, real love with me, and now I know I wasn't crazy, I was just unaware of the fact I was so inlove with him. I love him and he loves me too. I don't think I'll ever come to terms with it regardless of how many times I repeat myself.

Harry also speaks fluent French, and now I look like a massive idiot.

All the times I called him pretty, told him I was falling for him, he understood. Looking back on it, he never did ask me what I said, he always just smiled and nodded his head. I thought that was just because he likes when i speak french, I didn't know he understood. I'm both embarrassed, and amazed over the fact he got away with it for all this time.

We got into his and the second the door shut his lips found mine, my back hit the door and I had my arms around his waist to pull him closer. Harrys hands roamed my body as we moved away from the door to the wall, then to his kitchen when he tapped the top of my thighs and told me to hop up on to the counter.

"I love you." He mumbled into my neck, rolling his hips forward so was pressed against me. "God, I fucking love you Iris."

Grinning to myself, I pulled his face up to kiss me again, as I tightened my legs against his waist to pull him closer. It was a passionate kiss, a different one. It wasn't just full of lust, this time it was full of love and I've never felt anything like it. 

In one swift motion he pulled his shirt off, and hiked the skirt of my dress up around my waist, rolling his hips forwards to grind against my core. Harrys hands moved up and down my body, gripped my thighs wrapped around his waist and moved them beneath the fabric of my dress. His fingers tucked into my underwear and slowly pulled them down my legs at the sametime he crouched down in front of me.

"Iris, I'm in love with you, a lot." He smiled, his hands on my knees parting my legs slightly before kissing my thigh. "je t'aime beaucoup"

He kissed up my tight, his hands on my hips to pull me closer to the edge of the counter. Then he picked one leg up, placed it over his shoulder and continued teasingly kissing his way up my thigh until he got so close to my centre. The eye contact he was giving me was as if he was asking for permission, and when my fingers threaded into his hair, he knew.

His tongue met my clit and his fingers slid inside of me, hitting that spot inside of me which made everything feel fuzzy. His tongue worked the right amount of pressure and movement on my clit and combining that with what he was doing with his fingers was insane,I was losing composure like never before. Harry's eye contact really added to all of what I was feeling.

"God, Harry." I groaned, my head falling back as I pulled on his hair slightly.

"Beautiful. Fucking beautiful." Harry mumbled. "Look at me."

"I...I love you." I told him, moving my head back to look at him and his intense eye contact.

The more Harry looked at me, moved his fingers and tongue against me, I was getting closer and closer. I don't think ive ever felt like this so soon before. Harry really knows what he's doing and my god is he good at it.

"I'm erm...Im..." I tried catching my breath, my cheeks were going red and I'm somewhat embarrassed over how quickly I'm coming undone in front of him. "Sorry."

"What are you apologising for?" He asked, pulling his head back. I shrugged my shoulders and he laughed a little. "You're cute."

I smiled, blushing for a different reason until Harry went back and his tongue started working on my slit again, reminding me of that high I was chasing. He knew I was close and only seemed to work harder in pushing me over the edge. His free hand gripped my thigh and he would not break eye contact.