The kiss had escalated and Harry was sure that it would have continued to ramp up in pitch and fervor had a cheer not gone up from the other patrons in the bar. He'd forgotten their presence, as Laurel seemed to have, and his hand had found the shape of her rump and hers had made a home underneath his shirt. He gave a furtive glance around himself after they had disconnected to be sure no one was slyly filming, but the theatrics going on, the miming of kissses and jovial, "get a room's" seemed to be more about Laurel's  insider status than about his.

Laurel giggled and pecked him once more, "guess we got carried away," and he wished they had truly gotten carried away, far from the bar, somewhere dimly lit and better smelling with a comfortable flat surface. The bulge in his pants was insisting that the bar top would do just fine and he had to mentally scold himself. He'd like to give his erstwhile dick a rough squeeze, but that was definitely not something he wanted to see photographic evidence of later. Laurel was a beautiful mess; he must have raked his hands through her thick hair because it was disheveled and her cheeks were his favorite shade of pink. He was lucky enough to know that the pink also was cast over her breasts and stomach, though he was happy no one else was privy to that knowledge in the room.

Harry was just about to suggest they head back to her childhood home when  a favorite song of his began to play. He was eager to dance to van, and was caught off guard by the pained expression on Laurel's face.

"It's your mum's favorite, love," Patrick called from behind the bar and her wet eyes made sense.

"Do you want to dance, Lols? Or we can go?" He asked hopefully, either outcome worked for him.

She smiled through her tears, "let's dance, my mom loved this song, sang it to me when I was little."

"'Its one of my favorites too."

"I know, baby, the world knows," she smiled at him.

He couldn't help his goofy grin, she called him baby,. "The world doesn't know that I picked it because it reminds me of you," he sealed his promise with a kiss, and pulled her in to sing to her about honey and bees. 

When the song switched to 'crazy love' Harry let the vibe this song always gave him carry him away. He slipped his thick thigh between her legs and swiveled his hips into hers until her lips found the pulse point on his neck and her hands clutched at his t shirt tightly. Their push and pull was always strong but the magnets in their hips left not a sliver of light between the two of them.

"Harry," she whispered into his ear when he  tried to pull back from her, "put that body on me."

"Hmmmm, would love to," he grabbed at her waist, "but the songs over."

"Ready to leave? First date over?" She asked hopefully.

His large palm wrapped around her hand and he pulled her behind him to the door, sending up a salute on the way. He could hear the knowing chuckles that followed them out into the midnight hour, but he couldn't be bothered, and the press of Laurel's body against his back made him sure she felt the same way.

Unlike their meandering walk through Barcelona, he was laser focused on this lover's journey. It had been months since he had been inside of her and he had every intention of loving her body. When they arrived at her door, she looped around him to fit in her key and he allowed himself an inhale of her neck and shoulders.

"You smell the same, so good," he groaned, nose against her earlobe.

"Course I smell the same," she laughed at him, "it hasn't been so long."

"It has definitely been too long," he asserted following her in. She turned on her heel and led him down the halway she had teased him in last night. "Does your first date rule still stand," he joked.

"And if it does?" Laurel pulled a serious face as she reached her bedroom door.

"Wha...what, you must be joking! Know you want me ; Hand made and hot for me," he advanced on her, pressing her to her door and grinding his erection in the empty space between her thighs. "Please, at least don't send me to the couch," Harry ran his hands around her thighs, up and down, pulling the skirt of her dress with them.

"What makes you think I'm hot for you," her actions belied her words as her hips ground against him.

One hand roved from thigh over to her hip, giving a quick squeeze, over waist and breast where her pebbled nipple made him smirk, to her lips. "One," he started with a finger perpendicular to her lips, "you forget that though my heart is falling too, I've been in love with your body, knew it first," his palm opened and he pressed his thumb against her bottom lip until she sucked it in with a gasp. Harry's other hand was busy too, slipping under her dress and into her underwear where it was wet and warm. "Two," he lifted his finger from between her legs to his nostrils and inhaled, "I told you you smelled the same," and he licked her from his fingers.

Laurel groaned and pulled his mouth to her by his crucifix, "want to see if I taste the same everywhere?"

"Yeah," and Harry pushed her through the door and pulled down the exposed zipper of her dress all the way down. It fell from her shoulders and pooled at her feet. He picked her up then and tossed her on the bed, pulling his shirt over his head before following her down. Laurel's legs circled his slim hips tightening to collide his pelvis with her own.

"God, missed the weight of you," she swore.

He smiled at her and caught her chin between his thumb and forefinger, "I missed everything about you."

Laurel leaned in to connect their mouth but Harry stopped her short. "Something I need to say to you, and I don't want it to get lost here. I wanna be with you, properly, if I haven't made it obvious. I'm not just in love with the shape of you, feel of you, I love you."

Her eyes widened to anime size and he chuckled and bussed her lips smoothly, sweetly. "You still love me too?"

"Yeah, yeah, I still love you. Wanna be your baby," Harry could tell she wanted to hide her face, but he didn't let her. He held her eye contact until their lips met again and he fitted his lips between her own before slanting his to the right to slide his pointed tongue into her mouth and caress hers in the way he remembered made her squirm. His hands found her nipples, a mutual favorite.

"Remember the night I made you come just doing this?" He rubbed her hardening nipples with his palms in a circular motion.

"Mmmhmmm," her head fell back on her neck.

"Think I can do it again?" He asked cockily.

"No please, fuck me."

"Yeah, I can do that," he pushed her back against the piled pillows and pulled her panties off. Her thighs he pushed up to her shoulders before lowering his mouth quickly to her quim. He licked her from tail bone to where her labia met and relished her sequel before doing it several times in succession. When she was mewling and begging, he sealed his mouth over her clitoris and sucked rhythmically until her spine arched , physically forcing him up. He sat up and pushed his jeans to his knees and pulled them off his heels. He slid two fingers into her vaginal opening and pulled her to a seated position before guiding her other hand to his hard cock. Harry fucked her with his fingers to a hard rhythm that she copied on him.

"Just fuck me, please, Harry, need it, this," she squeezed him to make herself clear.

He pulled his wet hand from her and spread the moisture there around his cockhead, before using his thumb to fit the head into her. "Ready?"

"Ummmhmmm," Laurel tilted her pelvis to force him in and he allowed it until the flared head that had come out of his foreskin slipped in. He held there until she opened her eyes.

"Look at me, eyes on me," he held her for a minute and placed his palm against her throat before pushing the second inch in.

"Ahhh, God, Harry, more."

He stroked in until he met her end and pulled back out. His stroke was measured and full and Laurel was quickly becoming desperate. Harry was not ready for this to be done. He pulled out quickly and stroked over himself before switching their positions,  sitting her on his shoulders, pussy perched above his mouth. He breathed across her and she fell forward but caught herself on the head board. The first stroke of his tongue drew his name and it didn't take many more before her thighs closed against his ears. He could barely hear her cries, but the neighbors might be able to.

Harry hoisted her down his body, "put me back in, Laurel." She was still contracting and he pushed through the strong muscles until she was seated tightly on his hips. He used both hands to guide her hips back and forth until she took over the stroke. He knew he was in trouble when she leaned back and clasped his knobby knees. They both watched him disappear inside her and reemerge glistening anew.

"Laurel," he said warningly, but she ignored him and began to bounce up and down. His hands found her nipples and pinched until her yelps matched his. He sat up and circled his arms around her, drawing her to his mouth and kissed her just before he reached his end. "I love you!" He called and collapsed back to the mattress pulling her with him.

They sipped from each other's mouths until he slipped from her body and she excused herself to the bathroom to pee and clean up. They showered and brushed teeth and found the bed together. This night, they lay on their sides facing each other.
Harry was tracing her shoulder and chest when he heard her sleepy murmur, "what?"

"We're in love, aren't we?"