She didn't want to let go of him, which Ginny figured contributed to the way they sort of fell to the bed in a tangle of limbs. But it didn't matter, because yes the mattress was soft but his body felt so good pressed against hers and it seemed like every place their bodies touched was aflame. Certainly it made her desire flame more brightly within her and Ginny's fingers tangled in Harry's hair again as he pressed his lips to the hollow of her neck and murmured words against her skin. She didn't need to hear them to know, to feel the shape of the words against her neck, to just feel what he was saying to her.
Ginny arched up into him, the heat they were creating melting all her thoughts into nothing but need and desire and want, so much heat she could taste it. "Harry-" She gasped out again, her fingers tensing in his hair as the other hand brushed down roughly over his back. She tried to turn the thoughts and desires she had into something that made sense, but when she finally spoke all that came out was a half-moaned, "Touch me, please. Need to feel you."