wl_mods (wl_mods) wrote in wizard_love, @ 2009-02-18 22:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | *fic, ginny, harry |
Special Delivery For: almond_joyz
Title: Making Up For Lost Time
Author: lunalovepotter
Recipient: almond_joyz
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry/Ginny
Word Count: 5,583
Warnings: Explicit m/f sex including oral, anal...and airplane. ;)
Summary: They realized that having a little time together was better than nothing at all.
Author's Notes: I was thrilled to get you as my assignment, almond_joyz! This was a lot of fun to write. It turned a little longer than I planned but so much the better. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks to my eternally patient beta for her support as well! J
It was after five o'clock when Ron Weasley rapped on the door to Harry Potter's office. "You're still here?" he remarked with surprise. "I was sure you'd be long gone by now, especially on a Friday night."
Harry looked up from his desk, where a massive pile of paperwork was spread out. It seemed to have been steadily growing all day, and he wasn't entirely sure someone hadn't put a Multiplying charm on it just to torture him. He smiled at his best friend, setting down his pen.
"I'm nowhere near done, but I'm about to pack it in for the night," he said.
"You mean the weekend, don't you? I'm sure Ginny's not going to let you out of her sight. She'll put a hex on you if she has to." Ron chuckled as he stepped inside. He flopped into one of the chairs opposite Harry's desk, loosening the knot of his tie. "Honestly we're all relieved that you two came to your senses. Especially Hermione. I thought she'd go spare. And mum, of course..."
Harry was insanely happy. Things felt right again now that he and Ginny were back together after spending the last nine months 'giving each other space'. Having risen through the ranks in the Auror department as Kingsley's second-in-command after only two years, Harry did not have a lot of time to himself. Coupling that with Ginny's ascendance to starting Chaser for the Harpies, which put an equal if not higher demand on her time, it had seemed the logical thing to do. It was easier not to have the pressures of a committed relationship to worry about.
The only problem was it made them both miserable. Even though they didn't have much alone time, they found that having a little time was better than being apart completely. Harry was also making a concerted effort not to take on too much work that could be managed by equally capable hands. He buried himself in work after the split; according to several reliable sources – including Ron – he'd been a complete nightmare to work with. He hardly slept. His diet consisted of Butterbeer and whatever the special happened to be at the Ministry food hall. This was not conducive to effective performance in the field, which Kingsley had brought to his attention.
"Hello? Harry, are you still there?"
Harry snapped back to attention when his best friend waved a hand near his face. "Yeah, sorry," he said, although he wasn't sorry at all. He adjusted his glasses, which had slipped down his nose.
Ron smiled knowingly. "I was saying that of all the blokes out there wanting to grope my sister, I'm happy that it's you—"
"Thanks, Ron."
"You didn't let me finish. I'm happy it's you because I know where you live, and I can keep an eye on you," Ron finished with a wink. "Now come on, pack up. We're going home."
* * *
Even though she still had a room at the Burrow (which mum steadfastly insisted on), not to mention a flat she shared with three of her Harpies teammates, Ginny Weasley spent the vast majority of her time at boyfriend Harry Potter's flat, which was located on the fourth floor of a modest five-story building equidistant from the Harpies' stadium and the Ministry.
Their decision to split last March was well intentioned, of course. They were both busy making their way in the world, and the logical thing to do was to let each other go to do their own thing. However, she had underestimated her ability to co-exist with Harry in a world in which they were just friends. As much as she was loath admitting her reliance on a man to be happy, there it was, so she had to accept it. They both knew it was inevitable after that chance encounter in the halls of the Ministry three weeks ago, culminating in the hottest sex of their lives on the kitchen table of Harry's flat.
"Let's face it, we belong together," he said as they lay in his bedroom drenched with the aroma of sex.
"We definitely do," she answered. Then he made love to her again and again, his body filling her in a way that nothing else could. She was complete.
Ginny stretched to her full length on the sofa, arms over her head while her feet curled in between the cushions. She was happier than she'd ever been, now that all the uncertainty was gone. The split hadn't affected her performance as a Chaser; she managed to keep herself in the game, although her heart wasn't in it. But when her heart wasn't in it, the game wasn't fun to her any more. To avoid questions she didn't tell anyone about the split until a month after it happened. Even though they most likely suspected what happened well before she told them, her teammates didn't push, for which she was grateful but not entirely surprised. Those girls were like her sisters; they stood up for each other.
A popping sound announced the arrival of Harry, who subsequently relieved himself of his cloak and entangled himself with her on the sofa.
"Ron invited me for a drink at the pub, but I told him there was somewhere more important I had to be," he said, nicking the soft lobe of her ear with his teeth. His hands moved up beneath her t-shirt, which was one of his that she had adopted. He cupped her breasts, smiling when he noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra. She knew how much he enjoyed playing with her breasts, so she rarely wore one when they were home together. But she loved the delighted look on his face when he first touched her bare breasts; he was always genuinely surprised.
"You bet your arse there's somewhere more important you have to be," Ginny answered, her body giving a roar of approval as Harry pushed the shirt up above her breasts and buried his face in them. She latched her fingers into his untidy hair to hold him down. His desire for her was more than evident, pushing against her inner thigh currently clad in faded jeans. Without planning to, she purred.
"I want you," she said into his ear, arching her torso to feed him her breasts.
"I've always wanted you," he answered, fingering her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger while his other hand cascaded down her body to slide under the waistband of her jeans. She didn't realize how wet she was until he broke the plane of her knickers, teasing her clit. It felt as though every nerve ending in her body was attuned to the area between her legs; waves of heat pulsed through her and into his fingertips.
"Oh Sweet Merlin Harry..." she hissed. "Just fuck me already."
"Impatient, are we?" he snickered.
"No, I'm only making up for lost time."
In an instant he'd banished all her clothing from the waist down, but when she started to undo the button on his trousers, he batted her hand away. Ginny whined in protest until she realized what his intentions were; then she sank into the cushions and parted her legs, raising her hips to give him better access. It had taken her some time to bring Harry around to the idea of oral sex, but he'd taken to it like a fish to water. Not to mention he was fantastic at it.
He peeled open her folds with his left hand, tasting her with the tip of his tongue while two fingers of his right hand slid inside her. Immediately she clenched around them, her thighs squeezing his head. She pushed up into the sensation of his hand while the prickle of climax surrounded her. But he would make her wait as he always did. While part of her hated being put off, she rationalized that it would only make things better in the end.
Harry pushed up with the heel of his right hand, his thumb coming around to ghost her clit while his fingers continued to thrust inside her. She clenched her jaw against the rising pressure in her belly, distracting herself by playing with her breasts. She pinched her nipples hard, over and over again, so hard she brought tears to the corners of her eyes, but it did nothing to ease the throbbing between her legs. Harry grunted, shifting positions to pleasure her with one hand while the other worked on releasing his straining erection.
"How is it that you're so good at everything?" she panted, blood pulsing in her ears.
"You make me want to be better, love," he answered, just as the tip of his cock brushed her inner thigh, nearly pushing her over the top.
"Fuck!" she screamed, holding onto the sofa for dear life. Harry took his hand away, positioned himself right over her entrance and then plunged into her. He lathed her nipples with his tongue, alternating from one breast to the other as he thrust. She lifted her legs, clasping her ankles underneath his arse to hold him in while he moved his hips up to deepen the angle.
When he was ready to come he arched up and threw his head back, his chest brushing her breasts as he moved. He clasped his hands in hers, bearing down for leverage while his hips moved almost inhumanly fast. She was sure they would roll off the sofa, and yet they didn't.
"Oh shit, oh Ginny...oh YES!" He came with a triumphant smile. He looked down at her, his beautiful emerald eyes dark. One hand came up to stroke her left breast, thumbing her nipple.
"Fuck, Harry, I'm coming, stay inside me I want you inside me..." She rolled her hips into him. Knowing what she needed, Harry moved his hand between her legs. She put her hand on top of his, guiding him in small purposeful strokes around the sensitive nub of her clit. She could smell both of them on her skin. She was right on the edge now.
"Kiss me," she said with a little smile. He adhered his lips to hers, sweeping her mouth with his tongue that tasted like her. It was more than she could stand, and she came.
Harry stroked the hair off her forehead. "All right?" he asked.
"I've missed you," she said, curling her hand around the back of his neck to stroke the damp skin.
Harry kissed her again. "I have a surprise," he said.
"Already?" she winked.
He blushed, which she always found endearing. "No, not that. At least not yet," he said. "It's something else. I'm taking you away for a little celebration." He moved off her, settling his back against the sofa while she spooned him, her breasts pressed into his chest.
"What kind of celebration?" Ginny smiled. She was already feeling sleepy.
"The kind where we go to an exotic place and have obscene amounts of sex."
"Harry, there's no such thing as obscene amounts of sex. But as amazing as that sounds, there's no chance I can take time away now, not with the deciding match against the Hornets next week. Gwenog's got us doing drills, reviewing techniques and playing mock matches against each other every day. I'm surprised she lets us go home at night." Ginny drew her fingers over the curve of his shoulder and down the length of his arm. She sighed wistfully. "I'm sure Kingsley won't let you take time off either, not so soon after promoting you."
"It's already taken care of. The weekend after the match, we're going away for three days. I'd try for more, but it was hard enough to get approval for three. I've booked us on a flight to Nassau a week from Saturday. The place we're going is a Muggle resort, so we'll have to act the part. No magic."
"No magic? That's disappointing," Ginny remarked. She reached down between their bodies to fondle his half-hard cock.
"Sorry, love." Harry lifted hair from her neck, tracing his tongue down her throat while he gently stroked the length of her body. He hooked his hand around her leg and hitched it up over his waist so that his cock was flush against her thigh.
"Shit." Ginny started with excitement, her heart pounding. She climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. "Because I was planning on a bit of airplane sex, and we can't very well do that without magic. We'd probably get booted off the plane." She took his erect member in her hands, stroking it slowly while she talked. She enjoyed the way his body quivered, his hips rolling in time with her strokes. His eyes followed the sway of her breasts like they were pendulums.
She bent her head, her hair brushing across his chest. She lightly circled the tip of him with her tongue. "I've always wondered what it would be like to do you on an airplane," she said. Harry grunted. He came a little in her hands, which was exactly the response she was looking for.
"Well maybe we can do a little magic," he said with a wink.
*~*
Even before the plane left the ground, Harry felt Ginny's hand creeping along his inner thigh. "Not yet," he insisted, although the idea thrilled him. His cock was swelling to burst, pressing insistently against the zip of his jeans. "We have to be in the air first."
Ginny made one more grab at his crotch. Harry reflexively bucked his hips against her hand. "Just checking," she said. She kissed the tip of his nose and rifled her fingers through his hair. "I love you," she said. Her eyes softened, deep pools of chocolate flecked with gold. He could so easily get lost in them. The thought that he would have all the time in the world now to do just that made him smile.
"I love you, too." He answered her with a feathery kiss. He ran his hand through her hair slowly, allowing it to sift through his fingers like silk.
By a stroke of luck the flight was not full, so they were the only passengers in the first-class cabin, which afforded them wide comfortable leather seats with plenty of foot and headroom. The flight took off a short time later, ten minutes behind schedule. They had barely reached cruising altitude when Ginny's hand slipped between Harry's thighs again.
She leaned over, nicking his earlobe. "Now?" she whispered. A fresh, flowery scent emanated from her, and he could see the rise of cleavage inside her blue button-up blouse. She was wearing the gold necklace with the Golden Snitch pendant that he'd given her for her birthday last year, dangling close to the hollow of her throat. His jeans were suddenly very crowded.
"I'm such a lucky bloke," he said with a grin as she unfastened her seatbelt and climbed into his lap, straddling him. She ground her hips purposefully into his crotch. He groaned, thrusting his hips back into hers.
"Luck has nothing to do with it," Ginny said, as she always did in response to those words. She glanced around. "No one's about, do the charm will you?" she said, kissing the side of his neck while her fingers cascaded down his front. She untucked his shirt and started to open his belt.
"Hang on, at least wait until we're invisible," Harry said. He hurriedly cast the necessary Concealment and Muffliato charms so that to Muggle eyes it would appear that they were both sleeping, tucked under blankets.
"How long is the flight?" Ginny asked. Harry unbuttoned her shirt and parted the fabric, stroking his fingers lightly over the globes of her breasts, which were cradled in a low-cut lace bra. His mouth watered at the sight of them.
"I dunno, three hours, maybe four." He opened the front clasp of the bra, and took her breasts in his hands. He pushed them up and then buried his face in them, hungrily lathing her nipples to hard peaks while kneading the soft flesh with his palms. Ginny emitted a keening sound that reverberated through his body and went straight to his cock. His hips jerked up at the same time that she pulled his erection free from the opening in his boxer shorts. He barely missed catching her in the mouth with the tip which was already wet with pre-come.
"You're so big," she murmured, hips rising to grind her crotch slowly along the length of his shaft. The sensation of fabric on his skin made Harry grit his teeth, straining to keep himself in check until he was inside her. "I really, really missed it."
"And I really missed these breasts," he answered, fondling them eagerly. They were perfect; not too small, not too big. It was as though they were custom made just for his hands.
"What is it with you and breasts, anyway?" Ginny put in, releasing his cock so that she could unfasten her jeans. Harry watched her, his eyes alternating from her breasts to her hands; his mouth salivated at the first sign of her knickers. He was suddenly torn as to which part of her he wanted to focus on.
"I dunno...they're breasts," he replied unapologetically while one hand crept inside her jeans. "But more importantly, they're your breasts. I love your breasts."
"You like saying 'breasts', don't you?" Ginny smirked, raising her hips to allow his hand more room to move. He cupped the throbbing mound between her legs, sliding the damp knickers against her skin while rolling the heel of his hand across her clit. She bit her lower lip, throwing her head back while she arched into his palm.
"I like a lot more than that," Harry quipped, flicking his tongue across her right nipple as it brushed past his mouth. Ginny mumbled something nonsensical while continuing to worry her lower lip. It made him unbearably hot. She had one hand lost in her hair, tossing it haphazardly around her face in time with her rolling hips. In response Harry magicked away the rest of her clothes. She was now completely naked on top of him, a vision of lightly tanned and freckled skin gorgeously flushed with heat. His fingers traced over the curve of her waist, and across her taut stomach.
"You are beautiful," he said. He kissed her navel, his tongue sliding into the crevice.
"You're not too bad either," she answered with a wink. She planted her feet on the ground, stood up and positioned her wiry red curls directly above him. He watched, riveted, as she started to lower herself down and then brushed her slit along his tip. He moaned. Unable to wait any more Harry grabbed her waist, simultaneously holding her down while he thrust upward. Her heat closed in a vice-like grip around his cock.
"Oh fuck, Gin—nyyy..." Harry curled his hands into the small of her back to guide her forward while he arched his hips, and then plunged in all the way. Ginny screamed with her mouth contorted in a half-formed smile. He watched his cock, slick with both of their fluids, disappear in the mass of curls and then reappear again. It never failed to amaze him how close he felt to her; yet even though he was inside her, he didn't feel close enough. This frustrated him, so he pounded into her until he came with a protracted moan.
"Don't you dare leave me," she scolded breathlessly, tightening her thighs around him to prevent him from sliding out of her. He put his hand on her clit, pressing only slightly with his thumb until she came. The plane gave an unexpected lurch, throwing her forward. Before Harry could steady her she slipped backwards off his lap, her head grazing the back of the seat in front of them before she landed unceremoniously on the floor with her legs contorted.
"Bollocks! It's not funny, Harry," she said. Her mouth twitched and then both of them burst out laughing.
*~*
When they arrived at the Ocean Club, the deluxe suite with an ocean view that Harry had originally reserved was unexpectedly upgraded to a private villa on the beach due to a late cancellation at no extra cost.
Ginny's mouth dropped open when they first stepped into the entranceway. Their bags had already been brought in and placed in the bedroom. "Bloody hell, would you look at this place? It's beautiful. You could fit almost two of the Burrow in here, at least! Ron would go spare if he was here."
The one-story villa was furnished with simple but obviously expensive modern furniture upholstered in shades of gold, orange, and brown. The walls were painted a soft yellow, and there were built-in bookshelves filled with books that made Ginny immediately think of Hermione, although she couldn't fathom anyone taking the time to sit down and read when there was so much else to see. The rooms were open and airy, filled with natural light.
There was a fully-equipped kitchen, a dining room that seated four people, a living room with a fireplace, a bar and a stereo system, – "like a wireless" Harry explained – , and a large loo with a secluded sundeck and an indoor/outdoor rain shower. Then there was the Master Bedroom with a television that was tucked discreetly behind the doors of an intricately carved wardrobe closet opposite the bed, which itself was piled with soft pillows and adorned with a canopy. Glass doors opened off the bedroom onto a patio which led to a private beach. The living room also opened directly onto the beach; sliding doors were pushed aside revealing a long patio that afforded them a stunning view of the water and the spotless blue sky. On one side of the patio was an umbrella-covered table with four chairs; on the other side of the patio was a hot tub behind a privacy screen. In keeping with the easygoing atmosphere, a mild ocean breeze wafted lazily through the rooms, carrying with it the subtlest tropical scent.
Harry stood frozen while Ginny drifted through the living room touching everything. "I dunno Gin, I think it's too much," he said, dubiously.
"No, it's not, it's fantastic." Ginny jumped into his arms, nearly knocking him down. She leaned her forehead against his, and frowned at his expression. "Oh relax, Harry. We're only here for three days, and who knows when we'll be able to take another holiday. We might as well make the most of it." She raised her eyebrows. "Right?"
Harry sighed, telling her she'd won him over. She kissed him, encircling his upper lip with her mouth while he closed his lower lip over hers. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, parting his lips. He accepted her tongue, lacing his fingers through her hair and cupping the base of her skull. She felt him sucking the breath from her lungs, as though he wanted to possess her soul.
"Imagine what we can do in that indoor/outdoor shower?" she breathed, as his hands broke away to glide down her back and cup her arse while his mouth slid down the column of her throat. The hardness that poked her thigh indicated he was imagining just that. Tingling warmth erupted down her spine, making her shiver.
"What do you say we try it out right now?" Harry murmured as he untucked her blouse. "I am feeling sort of stale from the plane ride."
"Hmm, we can't have that now, can we?" Ginny pulled away with a smile. She stepped out of her shoes and unbuttoned her blouse, with Harry's eyes following every movement of her fingers. She shrugged the blouse away, tossing it onto the sofa. Harry smiled, a hungry look on his face; his eyes were darkening behind his glasses.
"No we absolutely can't," he growled, yanking his shirt over his head. Ginny sucked in her breath involuntarily when she saw his broad chest; she'd seen his new physique many time before, but sometimes the sight of him still took her breath away. He was stunning. Silently thanking the Auror department, Ginny turned her attention to the telltale path of dark hair that started at his navel and disappeared under his waistband, until her eyes fell on the prominent bulge in his jeans. When he moved to open the zip, her throat closed with anticipation. She swallowed, her hands frozen on the clasp of her bra.
"You first," she said, tongue sliding along her lower lip. Her nipples were hard peaks, poking through the silk.
He pulled down his jeans and boxers at once and stepped out of them. Stroking his swollen cock, he jerked his chin in her direction. He slowly approached her, his erection bouncing with each step, while she simultaneously moved backward toward the loo periodically looking over her shoulder to make sure she didn't run into anything.
"Your turn," he said.
She deftly unhooked the bra, shrugging it off her shoulders. She fondled her breasts slowly for his benefit, teasing her nipples with sharp pinches that made her eyes water. Harry's face turned predatory. Her hands dropped to her jeans, which she shoved off, taking her damp knickers with them. She was wet, and had been from the moment Harry dropped his trousers. The scent of sex was hovering in the air.
With one hand floating across her chest, Ginny moved her other hand between her legs. The slightest touch of her finger across her clit made her hips jerk. She slid two fingers inside, playing with herself. It felt so good, she knew that she could easily bring herself off right there. But she wouldn't. That was Harry's job. She smiled coyly and removed her fingers, which were covered in her fluids. She floated them near her mouth, drawing in her breath to fill her lungs with her own scent.
"Bugger," Harry muttered, and his hips shuddered. He grabbed his cock, hissing as pre-come dripped from the tip. "Ginny..."
Smiling, Ginny turned on her heel and moved quickly toward the loo. Harry caught her around the waist by the time she reached the doorway to the bedroom, carrying her the rest of the way to the shower. His cock rubbed against the curve of her arse. He nestled into her neck, tickling her with his tongue as he eased her into the shower, which was partially concealed on two sides by stone walls, with a view of the beach. Tall, large-leafed plants shaded them from above.
"I'm a lucky bloke," he said. She felt him smile.
"Luck has nothing to do with it," she answered. She turned, fastening her arms around his neck and pushing against him so that her breasts were firmly smashed into his chest. Harry moved his arm, sending warm water cascading over them from a previously unseen showerhead. He backed her up against the stone barrier, hoisting her so her center was level with his cock. She wrapped her legs around his waist.
"I told you it was beautiful," she said. Then he moved into her slowly, his face contorted with pleasure. She clenched around him, digging her nails into his back to find purchase against his slick skin.
"No, you're beautiful," Harry murmured, just before he buried himself inside her. "I love you."
"I love you, too," she answered. A second later he came.
~*~
Harry woke up hungry. Having forgone food, he and Ginny tumbled into bed after the shower, where they'd had another round of sex before falling asleep. He didn't know how long he was sleeping, but it was almost dark; the sky was a picturesque blend of pink and purple, the sun dipping below the horizon. The air was cooler, but still comfortable. He sat up, fumbling for his glasses which had at some point been left on the bedside table. Beside him Ginny slept on her stomach with the covers up to her waist, one arm thrown over her head and the other tucked beneath her. Her hair was splayed out on the pillow.
Harry smiled, lightly stroking her freckled back. His favorite thing in the world was seeing Ginny lying beside him when he woke up in the morning. He loved the smell of her, the sound of her breathing, and way her warm skin felt under his fingertips when he bent to kiss her good morning. Sometimes she woke up when he did that, which almost always led to sex.
This time when his lips brushed her shoulder she stirred lightly but didn't open her eyes. Harry stroked his burgeoning erection with some disappointment. He thought about having a wank in the loo before getting a snack, but he decided he would rather save it for the real thing. He found his pajama bottoms in his suitcase and headed to the kitchen, doing his best to conjure up unappealing images to calm his erection. He settled on Argus Filch in his underwear, which more than did the trick.
He made a sandwich, took a bottled beer from the refrigerator and sat down on the patio. The beach was spread out around him for miles in both directions; waves broke on the shore, and a light breeze rustled the palm fronds. Very few people were on the beach; Harry noticed there were mostly couples strolling hand in hand. He and Ginny would almost certainly take a long walk before they went home. But he didn't want to think about going home just yet.
Harry cast his eyes up at the empty sky, feeling a twinge of longing in his chest. He thought about how fantastic it would be to cruise high above the water with the wind in his face. He hadn't flown for pleasure in far too long; suddenly he wanted to more than anything. He considered breaking his own rule by Summoning his broom all the way from London, but it wasn't worth the risk. Sighing wistfully he took a long pull of beer and finished his sandwich.
He didn't so much hear Ginny join him on the patio as he felt her. She didn't make a sound, yet the hairs on the back of his neck stood up and his heart quickened. He turned around. She was just outside the doorway looking sinful and wearing his shirt. His erection was reborn, which she noticed when he stood up, judging by the smirk on her face.
"Lovely sky, isn't it?" she said as her eyes drifted from the horizon to the tent in his pajamas. "It makes me want to go flying."
"Me too." Harry closed the distance between them. He took her hands in his, bringing them up to his chest. Then he slowly steered her back into the living room until she bumped into the back of the sofa. "But right now there's something else I'd like to do."
He cupped her breast, fondling the nipple to a hard peak. Ginny leaned into his touch, kissing his chin, while her hands tugged down the waistband of his pajamas. His cock sprang free, and he stepped out of the pajamas. Harry pulled the shirt over her head, turning her around to face the sofa. He placed his hands at the small of her back, stroking upward around her shoulders and smoothing over her back before trailing down along her waist. He paused to look at her firm round arse. Delicately he slid a finger along the crack.
"Ooh, you are a wicked one, Potter," Ginny said, wiggling her arse.
With focused concentration Harry slipped two fingers inside the little hole, stretching it just enough to make her squeak. "Tell me if I'm hurting you, all right?" he said. He did a Lubrication charm, spread her buttocks with his right hand and dipped his fingers inside. She shuddered, responding immediately to his intrusion.
"Feels good so far," she said.
He spread some more lubricant on his cock, positioning himself with one hand on her waist and the other on her arse. His skin was alive with thousands of tiny needles as he guided his tip into the hole. Ginny sucked in her breath, but because he knew she wouldn't want him to he didn't stop. Her arse clenched around him so tight that it felt as though he was having sex with her for the first time all over again. He moved slowly, easing his way in before rolling his hips up against her to push in the rest of the way.
"This is hot," he hissed, reaching around to fondle her warm, wet folds. He found her hand already on her clit, so he guided her fingers inside the center, teasing her in time with the jerks of his cock. Ginny moaned, arching her torso while pushing back against him.
"Why haven't we done this before?" she breathed.
Harry shuddered. "No idea. But we're definitely doing it again, and very soon." Then he came, while her arse clenched him as firmly as ever. The climax had barely left him when hers spread over his hand. She screamed, and then laughed. She turned around, looking windswept, to kiss him hard with her tongue in his mouth. Her hard nipples stroked his chest. Harry's cock twitched.
"What, again?" Ginny raised her eyebrows.
"Call it making up for lost time," Harry answered.