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Grace's POV.
'' Whoa, hey. Cat woman, hold on a second.'' I raise my head confused as Harry's body awakes under my touch. '' What if we hurt the baby?'' he inquires and I sit myself on his lap, Harry can't help but glare at my body still he stops me. Am I the pregnant one or it's him? Jesus, he's making me go insane, my skin feels so suffocating right now that I want to get out of it.
'' We're not going to Superman. You haven't read that it's more than healthy making love during the pregnancy? And why in hell am I talking about this? Why did I dress like a fucking clown if you don't want to even touch me?'' I growl in frustration as I wait for him to answer, seeing that he's not saying anything, I get up but Harry stops me, taking my hand in his. Why is he refusing me? Am I not what he needs anymore?
'' Grace'' he calls out for me and my legs go weak. I turn around and see a soft light in his eyes, shining for me, begging me to forgive him. '' I'll never, ever, ditch you just because you're with child okay? You're still beautiful to me, you don't have to be insecure about yourself or about my love for you. I swear it is exactly the same. If not more. I couldn't spend a day without you, I'm just freaking out. It has nothing to do with you okay? I love you.'' I move again on his lap and let him caress my thighs, feeling the cold of his rings turning me even more on. He tries to say something but I crush my lips to his.
Harry uses his fingers to move some strands of hair away and cups my face as I make out senseless with him. I lay on him better and Harry senses my hips under the touch of his smooth hands.
'' It feels like you have been away for years'' I smirk and take down his sweatpants, pressing my front to his. I feel exactly the same. His body at the same time, foreign and so familiar. Harry caresses my cheeks and I linger on his touch before gently rocking my lower body on his crotch.
'' You better rub up your memory Harry. Because I need you to fully concentrated '' my lips brush on his and he moans as I guide his hands on my hips. He moves the thin fabric aside before finding the strings of my laced panties. His green eyes are drawing me into a land of peace and passion I wish, never have to leave.
He looks like he doesn't know what to do which should piss me off, instead makes me smile, and warms my heart. He cares so much about me, about...us that he is careful with every action he does. He first lingers with his finger, then uses a bit of pressure, just to see if it hurts, and when I think I couldn't love him more, he surprises me again doing this caring and heart-warming things. His mouth leaves a trail of soft kisses on my neck line and I fist his hair, making him howl in pleasure. I undress myself from the long cream lingerie dress and let Harry stare at my half naked body. I search for his lips again and he willingly welcomes me. His minty scent, his curls, I've missed every and each inch of his body along with the so familiar heartbeat that hikes up every time I touch him.
I raise myself on my hands and Harry pulls the stings of my panties, making it fall on his boxers. He stares at me, drinks from me before he grabs my butt and roughly pulls me up.
