Sex With Harry

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Harry smiled when I said yes was nothing like I've ever seen before.

Harry immediately removed my shirt, he traced my side with his finger. He brought me closer to him.

Except for the one time at the beach I've never been shirtless around Harry. It's because I hate my stomach, but Harry didn't seem to think that I looked bad with my shirt off.

"Holy shit, you're beautiful."

Harry's lips traced my collarbones, I noticed that my hands had made their way to his boxers, removing them.

Before long Harry and I were both 100% naked on the floor, we were all over each other.

No more doubts, no more uncertainties, only the undeniably fact that I am completely in love with him and saying yes was the best choice I've ever made.

Laying on the floor, wrapped in the blanket chest to chest, kissing. Harry kept giggling and every time he did I would kiss his nose.

"I've waited over a year to grab your naked ass," Harry smirked.

"Was it worth it?" I teased.

"Let's find out," he rolled over on top of me.

It was the greatest day of my life.

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