When his hips began moving into her hand, Ginny lost track of all her coherent thoughts, giving in fully to the heat and the overwhelming desire and wanting she had for Harry. She was no longer in control, but this was in a good way, nothing like any times before. Nothing evil or negative or bad could exist when they were together like this.
She helped to guide him with her hand, but the moment Harry began to press inside of her, Ginny's hand fell away. She was tight, but slick from everything they'd been doing, and Ginny gave a low moan as he pressed slowly into her. She never really known anything to hurt and feel good at the same time, in the way this did. Her legs wrapped around him, drawing him deeper until she felt him hit the barrier within her, making Ginny whimper slightly in response. She hesitated only a moment and then used her legs to guide him into pushing forward.
There was a flash of pain, sharp and fleeting, and Ginny's grip on Harry tightened as she dropped her head onto his shoulder with a low cry. "Slowly," she gasped out, hoping he'd understand because it had taken enough for her to focus through the pleasure/pain to say that. She kissed his shoulder and up to his neck, and as her teeth grazed over his warm skin there, Ginny arched her hips faintly up. Oh.