His hips worked at a slow, gentle pace. She closed her eyes, she arched herself up at him, his words so sweet against her lips. She had never felt anything so full and overwhelming before. This was all she had ever wanted from being with someone and so much more.
Cooing, opening her eyes, looking up at him over her, his lips teasing hers again, sucking, cherishing them. She didn’t care that anyone could walk in at any moment and catch them, making love on the hard kitchen floor in the glow of the lights of the tree and fire. This was like something out of one of those corny novels that she had borrowed from Hermione but there was nothing corny about it.
His voice, speaking her name again made her heart flutter but the next thing he said made it thump wildly against her chest, Harry loved her, he loved her! Feeling a slight bit of moisture pool in the corners of her eyes, she gazed up at him, he was looking down at her, and she tried to control her voice as she returned the sentiment, “I love you Harry, I always have.”
Pulling him down to kiss her again, a deep, searching kiss, she whimpered into his mouth over and over again that she loved him. Her toned legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper inside of her, never wanting this moment to be over.