Paris Belongs To US *A lot can happen in 9 months sequel*

It's been 4 years since Zoe and Darcy moved to Paris. Zoe hasn't gotten over Harry. He claims he has gotten over her. When they bump into each other? Will their feelings come back? Or will life get in the way once again?


32. "Do you wanna come in?"


Harry and I got to my flat. We were standing outside for a good 5 minutes. He was about to kiss me goodbye.

"Do you wanna come in?"

I'd love to.

I unlocked my door and we walked inside, I locked it behind us. I went to my kitchen.

"Do you want anything to drink?"

No thanks.

He walked up behind me and started kissing my neck. I haven't touched Harry in so long, this just feels right. He spun me around and grabbed my waist. He lifted me onto my kitchen counter tops.

I felt the cold granite against my skin. He spread my legs so he could get closer to me. He once again started kissing my neck and chest. He reached his hands around the back of my neck, he unties my dress. He lifts up my legs so he can pull it off of me.

He pulls the dress over my head. I am officially half naked in front of me ex-fiance. I'm in a matching, Bra and Underwear. Or as Harry calls them knickers.

He stares at me up and down. I reach my hands for his face, I pull him close to me again. We begin to kiss, a passionate, wet, great fucking kiss. 

My hands slide down his body. I undo the buttons of his shirt, starting from the top. He moves away from me again and stares at me once more.

"This shirt needs to go."

I grab the opening of his shirt and rip, the buttons hit the floor. He is now standing in front of me shirtless. He had abs before but now they are even more defined. He is tanned.

He grabs my thighs and wraps them around his body, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. He supports me only by my bum and carries me into my bedroom.

He walks into my room and shuts the door behind him. He gently drops me on the bed. He is about to climb on top of me, but I pull him to the bed. I climb on top of him, my legs on either side of his waist. He leans up to kiss me and I meet him half way.

My hands snake down him till they find his belt buckle. I undo his belt and pull it through the hoops. I throw it behind me. I unzip his pants and undo the button.

With one swift move he is on top of me. He slowly kisses down my neck, to my chest. He notices that my bra undoes in the front and he flicks it open.

He grabs my bra and throws it behind him. He makes his way down my body, giving me plenty of kisses along the way. Now he is in between my legs. He grasps the hem of my underwear, I lift my hips to help him.

He pulls them off and meets them with the other clothes on the floor.

I am completely naked in front of Harry Styles, he snakes his body back up to mine. He kisses my neck once more.

"You're still as sexy as you were 4 years ago, more actually."

He whispers in my ear. I reach my hands down to his pants. I push them down and he assists me. All that separates us, is the thin layer of boxer-briefs Harry is wearing.

He is teasing me, he always teases me. I grab the back of his head and pull him close to my mouth.

"Boxers, off now!'" he smirks at my desire for him. In seconds I hear his boxers hit the ground.

"Do you still like to be touched the same way?" he nibbles at my earlobe at the end of his sentence.

"You're going to have to figure that out." I wink at him.

He traces his fingers all down my body. He starts to trace my thighs, getting close but not to close to the spot where I want him the most.

"Here?" he traces a finger over my entrance, and I moan. He smirks.

“Please,” I moan. He lets two fingers enter me as his thumb rubs circles at the top. I moan out his name as his fingers curl and twist inside of me, moving deeper in me as he kisses me hard.

“You’re ready,” he says thickly. I nod and grind my hips into his as he rubs up against me and we both moan.

“Harry,” I moan. “Please.”

He grabs my hips hard before he finally lowers and eases himself into me, it's been so long that it feels different I allow him deeper inch by inch. He groans at the pressure and I moan at the feeling of fullness.

“Are you alright?” he asks, kissing my neck. I barely even let out a “yes,” I tighten my thighs to push him further into me.

He pumps slow at first as we find a rhythm and my hips grind against his. He groans and begins to go faster. “Fuck,” I murmur, and suddenly he’s pushing up, deeper into me, and I cry out with every stroke. I tighten down on to him. 

I feel myself reaching the edge and my legs begin to shake, my thighs seem to clamp together and I cry out his name, coming hard and intense and seeing stars, he moans out my name and pushes in and out of me to extend his orgasm before he can’t help himself and we both come down in a sweaty, disoriented tangle of bodies. I tremble as the last of my whimpers escape my throat and Harry attempts to catch his breath. I, am completely breathless.

He falls beside me, laying on his back as we both try to catch or breath. We just laid there in silence for awhile. He wrapped his arms around me, I slid closer to him, rested my head on his chest and my hands on his abs. 

I love cuddling, I love cuddling with him.

We didn't just have sex, we just made love.

We fell asleep in each others arms.

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