A/N: Thank you for the wonderful reviews. I'm glad you all like it. This picks up where it left off. And I must say I got WAY out of hand. I'm thinking it's bordering on 'M', maybe even 'light M' so you've been warned. I've never attempted 'M' before so...Ekkkk! Enjoy because I know Harry and Ruth sure will. ;)

'Nothing needs to happen,' he whispers as she slowly starts to unbutton his shirt.

She leans in to him and presses her lips to his chest.
'It's already happening, Harry.'
He inhales her words as if they are helping him to breathe; her words sending his brain a jolt of pleasure causing his chest to rapidly rise and fall with each aroused life-giving breath.

Her hands smooth across his bare chest, fingers tracing over where her kisses meet his skin, claiming him as hers.
She pushes the material from his shoulders adding to the pile of clothes on the floor.
As her hands and eyes familiarise themselves with his smooth body.

They are silent in the exploration, not yet needy or rushed, relishing in every small detail of the moment.
His hands start their own journey at her hips. He gently kneads his fingers into her flesh acquainting himself for the near future he will need to grasp a hold of her body for their combined pleasures.

The lacy fabric beneath his fingers sends his senses into a frenzy of desire
as he pulls her hips towards him wrapping his hand around her backside pressing into her with his intentions.
Their eyes connect with the unspoken knowing. They stay there breath short and bursting as his hand pushes her into him again with a slow rocking rhythm.
Her breath huffs in and out at the pure passion she's feeling.
Drunk on his intense gaze as he presses and pulls at her willing body.
His body still kneading her to him, he frees one of his hands and cradles her head as he dips to take in her scent, his lips tenderly tasting her neck.
His kisses start to increase in pressure as he begins to mark her with his lips.
Her eyes close as her mouth opens with his sensual touch.
Her hands find his head to pull him closer and closer urging him on, when he pulls away connecting her forehead to his.
Panting for breath, eyes shut tight, he holds her head in his hands when finally their lips touch...
and touch again.
Small short kisses until they can take no more and their mouths claim the other as their one and only true purpose of being.

Their first kiss in years.
Their second true kiss.
So soft, so sensual, exploring, tasting and exciting the other.
The taste so sweet after all the years of waiting, worth every second for this honest moment together.
Their lips begin to crave more and more from the other.
Their dancing tongues twisting and tangling as the electric current courses through them with each delicious taste.

It's then his hands glide to her waist to play with her camisole, aching to feel her skin against his bare chest.
He pulls up the thin silk to reveal more of her ivory skin.
Her lace bra matching her knickers sends his mind reeling and he moves her to the bed lying her down admiring her beautiful figure.
Her hair is a crown of locks surrounding her head like a goddess as she looks to him expectingly.
His knees come between her legs leaning over her she attempts to wrap her legs around his hips.
He gently pushes them away as his lips start to kiss her stomach...
her side...
her ribs...
Her bra is an obstacle he doesn't mind taking on.
He nuzzles his face into her chest kissing the exposed tops of her chest...
traveling up to her décolleté...
to her shoulders...
moving the strap down her shoulder leaving more kisses in its wake.
His hand gently maneuvers to her back expertly unclasping the hooks.

'I want to see you,' softly declaring; asking her permission.

He pulls the garment away revealing her breasts.
Heaving with the pleasure if him seeing her for the first time, her gaze is soft through her eyelashes.
As his lips softly start to kiss the newly exposed skin.

Arching into his touch her hands thread through his hair, her moans almost too much for him to bare.
Her legs wrap around his middle pulling him further on top of her raking his back with her nails.
She moves to the waist of his trousers as she undoes his belt, eagerly pushing the material down.

'Ruth,' halting his caresses.

His eyes bore into hers.
There she sees such love she wonders why it took them so long.
And he breathes the words out in a sigh.
So softly spoken, barely above a whisper, though holding so much strength.
Her being swells until she thinks she can't contain the emotion any longer.

Her eyes well,
'I love you, Harry.'

His eyes close taking in her words he has so longed to hear.
And his lips crush to hers.

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