Harry was surprised when Ginny pulled her hand away from his. Glancing over, he tried to see if she was done playing or if a scheme was forming; she was the sister of Fred and George, after all.
Then, the spoon clanged to the floor. No one seemed to think anything of it at all. Harry knew better, on the other hand. Pretending he was looking down intently at his breakfast, he was actually looking at Ginny on her hands and knees. The position caused her skirt to ride up and reminded him of taking her from behind…
Harry length was already starting to harden when Ginny began to rub it. It took no time at all before he was funny hard. But then, she was done. However, his hands were free. Subtly, he laid his hand on the bench so she would sit on it when she sat back down.
When Ginny’s arse rested on his hand, Harry had just enough reach to lightly brush her knickers with his finger. She was wet! He groaned softly. “This…is good bacon,” Harry said, trying to cover what his moan was about.