It was exactly what she needed. With each slow stroke he made, the pain receded, replaced slowly but surely with the same heat and desire she'd felt earlier, now with pleasure mingling in. The kisses he was pressing over her skin certainly helped, and Ginny found herself tightening her hands against his skin, moaning in reply as he gasped out her name.
Godric, she'd never felt anything like this before. The incredible sensation of him filling her, stroking within her, the friction of their bodies moving together, skin sliding against skin. With a low cry, Ginny tightened her legs around him, tangling her fingers in his hair and using her grip to lift his head so she could kiss him hard. When she finally pulled back and gasped for air, Ginny arched her hips up harder as she pleaded, "More. Please, Harry..." Her body was ready, and she needed more, needed both of them to give into both their desires and release their self control and just get lost in each other.