A soft sound slipped from her lips as Harry began to tug down her knickers and shorts. He'd never seen her like this before, not completely, and there was the briefest of moments where Ginny felt just a little nervous. But that worry was instantly dispelled at the look in his eyes as he gazed down at her, the heat in his dark green gaze as she rested one arm above her head and arched her back faintly beneath his gaze.
His hands began to move over her thighs and hips, his touch slightly rough against her soft skin, his hands large and warm and absolutely perfect. Ginny moaned just at that contact, and when his hand slipped between her legs her eyes fluttered shut and her heat tipped back against the overwhelming heat that flushed her body. "Oh." She moaned the word in response as her hips pressed faintly up, her body wanting to be closer to him, to his hand and how good it felt. He wasn't doing anything wrong, far from it, but Ginny knew this was new for him. It was new for her, too, in the sense that he was touching her in a way no one ever had before, but at least she was more familiar with herself than he was.
Opening her eyes to meet his, her gaze hazy and her smile languid, Ginny brushed her hand down over her own body under it slipped between her legs. "That's so good, Harry. Just like..." Finding his hand, she guided it gently, moving it until his fingers slipped perfectly between her slick folds and Ginny moaned louder, her skin flushing in response. "That. Yes, oh..." Her blood seemed like it was pulsing through her, hot and pounding through her body, making her head spin with it, with her desire and need for Harry. She'd never felt anything like this before, the intensity was almost overwhelming and yet at the same time she craved more.