Vogue.

Sixty.

Celine

When we got back to the hotel Liana left us to go to her room and we went to ours.

We went along with what we'd usually do, brushing our teeth, washing our faces, taking my make up off.

Harry let out a sigh, watching me.

"Go wait for me." I chuckled, pushing him off the counter.

He groaned, but obliged anyway. I pulled my silk pajama button up on and stayed in my panties. I kicked the door shut and used the complimentary lotion on my legs.

I felt like I needed to prepare myself. I wouldn't say I was worried about having sex but more worried about being ready for him. Even my first time having sex I didn't prepare this much. But this was different, it wasn't just sex. It has so much meaning behind it.

I've had sex with meaning behind it before, but this time the meaning was how much we loved each other, and I've never really had that meaning.

I let my hair down and flipped it once, and put my clothes in a bag and walked out, to put the bag with my luggage. I crouched down to zip the bag then I turned to look at Harry who was watching me with an impatient look in his eye.

"Oh, my poor baby." I mused, standing and walking over to the bed. He slid to the edge of the bed and opened his arms to circle my waist. He pulled me in to straddle his lap, making me give him a light smile.

Making love is so much different than sex. Making love is slow and has so much behind it, which gives us the will to be patient through the placid tempo. But then we feel so much of one another that we want with everything in us to have each other in every way possible.

His fingertips drew up my back leisurely as he watched my eyes. I leaned down, pressing my lips to his and gave him a moment to recuperate and kiss me back. When he did, his tongue slipped passed my lips to find mine.

He pulled away and looked down to where the button up covered my chest. He pressed a kiss to the center of my chest and up my neck. His hands moved around my stomach to the bottom button, undoing them slowly.

His lips made my head fall to the side, and eyes close. A shiver ran up my spine, feeling the breeze hit my newly bare chest. He pulled away and his hands slid up my sides and let his thumb massage the side of my boobs.

I let my hands crawl up his bare chest and trace over a few of his tattoos, before sliding closer to him in his lap so our chests pressed together.

A soft chuckle slipped passed his lips as I nudged his chin sideways with my nose to get to his neck. I pressed a kiss to the side of his throat and let my tongue peek out to taste him. I sucked at the responsive skin on his neck, earning a deep moan.

I felt giddy. This beautiful man underneath me, was my beautiful man. And I loved the way he reacted to me. My hips began to rock in an achingly slow rhythm against his lap.

"Jesus Christ, Celine." His breath was hot over my skin.

His hips retaliated, so our groins lined up perfectly. His muscular thighs flexed under me as his greedy hands grabbed at my thighs and butt.

As my hips moved I could feel him stiffen underneath me. His fingertips finally dug into my thigh making me pull off his neck and suck in a hiss. His hands hooked under my thighs, picking me up and turning me over to lay me on my back.

I chuckled at him as he struggled to tug at his briefs. I followed his motions, sliding mine down easily. He grunted, letting himself fall over me to kick them from him ankles.

My hands found his shoulders and held them as his lifted himself.

"Calm down, babe. I'm not going anywhere." I pulled him down to kiss me.

I released his lips and looked down at our completely bare bodies.

"Harry," I muttered, closing my eyes after actually seeing his size.

"Are you okay? Do you-" He paused. "I'm sorry we don't have to do this if you don't want-"

"No, no." I pulled him back over me. "I just," I sighed, embarrassed at the thought of being shocked at his size. Everything else about him was amazing, so why not this? "Nothing, this is perfect. You're perfect." I smiled, sliding my hands down his sides. I pressed a kiss to his lips, letting him peer down at me. I pinched the side of his ass, making him hiss at me.

"Well, is it okay?" He breathed, his eyes wide, making me grin.

"It's perfect, babe, you're everything I've ever wanted." I kissed him again, reassuring him. He turned his head down to look over me and let his hand follow his eyes down my body.

"So damn pretty." He muttered, pushing my knee up and leaning his chest on it so my foot lifted off the bed. His hand slid down my thigh. making me look up at him.

He was just staring at me, I did the same, not wanting to become self conscious.

The curve where his hips met his groin held my attention. My eyes traveled up his inked chest, watching it move slowly as he breathed.

"Come on." I muttered, squirming under him, ready to feel him in some kind of way.

I leaned up, kissing him and letting my hands fall under his butt on the back of his thighs to pull him forward.

His hips moved forward, letting him brush against my lips lightly. I lifted my hips, getting him to apply a little more pressure, enough to part my lips and slide between me.

We're both not virgins, so we obviously know what we like.

When he finally slid in me I groaned, and arched my back. He slid out, leaving only his tip in me. His hand slid under my calf, lifting it over his shoulder. As he pushed his hips into mine he moved his hand up my arm to slide up my chest and gently latch around my neck.

I looked up at him, feeling this gesture to be slightly out of character for the both of us. But when I saw his face was completely different than I expected.

Instead of a hard look his eyes were squeezed shut and jaw hung open wide. I realized he wasn't satisfying some weird choking fetish he was just holding onto what he could.

He cursed out my name, making me lift my hips for him.