Meeting his kiss hungrily, Ginny decided to forgo breathing in favor of heated, hungry kisses and the taste of him on her lips, a taste she never wanted to go away now. His fingers slid against her slick flesh, making her moan into the kiss as she arched up, trying to get more of him. She finally broke the kiss to catch her breath, ragged gasps that did nothing to fill her lungs; Ginny was unaware even that in-between gasps she was moaning his name over and over. "Harry, Harry, Harry..."
Her legs parted instinctively in response to her craving for more, and she guided him until his thumb brushed over her clit. And that, oh, that didn't get a moan from Ginny but a low cry, rough and desperate and almost plaintive in it's need. Her blood surged and her heart raced as all her thoughts went fuzzy. She could feel him pressing against her through his trousers and she ached to feel more of that, without anything between them. Even as she rocked her hips into his hand, Ginny's hands moved between them, finding the waistband of his trousers and fumbling with them as she tried her best to undo them so she could have all of him against her.