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Ginny licked her lips and leaned against her front door. “You could come in,” she said.
Harry, having already taken a step down from the porch, turned slowly. “Come in?” he echoed.
She pressed her lips together and gave him a nod. She turned and opened the door, and heard him step up again. With a smirk, she went inside. The door closed and the air was palpable with all she hadn’t said.
“Ginny…”
She glanced at him over her shoulder before she turned back to face him fully. “Kiss me,” she said.
Harry's eyebrows shot up. “Seriously?”
She tapped a finger to her leg. “Yes.”
He hesitated a moment and she loved him for it. She liked it better, however, when he fit their mouths together. Chaste at first, but Ginny wasn’t in the mood to kiss him just to kiss him. There were other much more interesting things to do, so she angled her head and invited him in.
Harry’s hands gripped her arm. “Do you—”
“Yes,” she said against his lips.
He let out a staggered breath and kissed her again. She hadn’t invited him in for nothing. To move things along, she sucked down on Harry’s tongue, drawing a surprised whimper from his throat. His hands were more eager after that, and he kissed her properly, good enough to make her body pound. For several minutes, she let him take her apart, and then she pushed him slightly away. They stared at each other as she tugged her skirt down over her hips and kicked it away once it dropped to the floor. Harry’s hands snaked down to her arse, grabbing handfuls as she backed him into the kitchen counter.
“Are you—”
“Yes,” Ginny said and smashed her mouth on his again. He’d shaved recently because his face was smoothed when she place her hands on his cheeks and pressed her tongue into his mouth. He gasped, meeting her eagerly and continuously groping her in a way that felt genuinely exciting.
“And we—”
“Harry,” she said pulled his face away from hers. His green eyes sparkled behind his spectacles and his lips were parted. “We’re two grown adults who can have sex because we want to,” she said and after a little laugh at his adorable expression, she added, “That doesn’t mean anything else. Okay?”
“Okay,” he confirmed and it made her feel calm. He didn’t want to be with her no more than she wanted to be with him. Having sex together was good , that was the one thing they’d gotten right. Who cared if there were no rings on their fingers— Scratch that, it was better because there were no rings on their fingers anymore.
Harry spun them around and pressed his hands on her arse. Giving in, she jumped and he manhandled her nicely down on the cold counter. She sucked in a breath and kissed him through the uncomfortable moment it took for the hard wood to heat up beneath her. Judging by Harry’s hands tugging her shirt off and then grabbing at her naked breasts, it wasn’t the only wood heating up. With a laugh, she threw her head back, managing to snag the the back of her skull on the cupboard. She groaned and Harry chuckled at her, one hand playing with her nipple and the other petting her head.
“You good?”
She blew some hair out of her face. “Suck it.”
“Okay,” Harry said, leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth.
Ginny arched and slammed a hand down on his shoulder. It was a good day to get her tits played with, so she let him nip and suck for quite some time, switching sides at almost perfect intervals, before she patted him away. Her cunt was throbbing when he pulled back to grin at her and she definitely didn’t grin back, although it practically hurt her face not to. Instead, she used him as leverage to push up enough to yank her panties down to her thighs. Then she fit her hands into his curls and tugged him down, finding no resistance. If there was one thing she truly missed about him, it was that he was always so eager to please.
The panties slipped off somewhere and it was probably a bad sanitary action having her whole pussy out in a wooden counter, but it wasn’t anything they hadn’t done before. Harry liked miscellaneous places to eat her out. He was smiling, eyes closed, as he kissed her stomach, making it curl and tense, his fingers running up and down the inside of her thighs.
“Come on,” she urged him. She needed his mouth on her now or maybe she’d combust. Not even in a sexy way.
Harry kept kissing down her hip, on her pubes and finally right where he was supposed to be. He adjusted, wrapping an arm around her waist and the other around her thigh so that she had one leg mounted on his shoulder and draping down his back. He liked it when she pressed him closer, she knew, so she tapped his back with her foot a few times before she made sure to shove her heel in quite hard. Harry whimpered, hot breath on her cunt a moment before his mouth connected again.
He fitted his lips around her clit and sucked down gently before he worked the tip of his tongue down on her.
She hissed and clenched. “Too much, Harry…”
But he didn’t stop. For a few excruciating seconds, he circled the tip of his tongue with too much pressure. It was the opposite of a tease, overstimulating rather than under, but to her it pretty much did the same thing: made her feel weak and craving. She couldn’t fault him for knowing that. She groaned and just as she was about to shove his head away, the pressure released, his tongue flattened out and he ran it down on her. The now soft swipe made her moan and her legs quiver.
His fingers dug into the meat of her thigh and small, raw sounds came out of his throat. She wished he could eat her out and kiss her at the same time, but opted for just the former when having to pick.
“Fuck, Harry,” she panted and shoved her head against the cupboard on purpose.
With what must have been a tremendous effort and self-restraint, Harry licked her with long, slow strokes. His head bobbed and Ginny held onto his hair, trying desperately not to buck her hips too much because if she just let him, he’d give her exactly what she wanted anyway. He’d always been clumsy with his fingers but he’d been born to please with his mouth.
“More…” Ginny said faintly, pressing at him with her whole leg. Harry’s fingers tightened over her hip and he pressed back, not giving into the weak command. She sucked in a breath. “Faster.”
“Mm.” And he went slower.
Ginny rolled her eyes back and whimpered. “Fuck—” Every breath turned into a whine or a moan as Harry lapped at her. With every upward stroke, he took her closer and she used hands and legs to press him closer. Her hips bucked all on their own and—
Harry patted her leg and she begrudgingly released him. He took a deep breath, not moving away far. His chin and lips were wet, and she wasn’t sure whether it was her or him or borth.
“Relax,” he said.
“Oh, shut up.” Annoyingly enough, he was right. If she wanted to come, she’d have to just take it. She wished it was for kinky reasons, but that just was how she worked. Clenched legs, no dice.
“Bedroom?”
She thought of the mountain of dirty and used clothes she’d accumulated recently. “Couch,” she said. She put her foot on his shoulder and showed him back, then she hopped down and ran.
Harry laughed. It was comforting and nice and she could not wait to smother him with her cunt again. “Undress,” she yelled as she dove into the couch, turning immediately to her back and spreading her legs. He’d seen her in all directions and had his mouth on every inch of her, so there was no embarrassment left in her body and when his gaze raked over her and he came back with nothing but lust, she pushed two fingers down and touched herself.
“Hurry up,” she sing-songed. “Or I’ll finish without you.” She absolutely would not, but Harry frantically dragged his shirts off, getting them stuck on his head because he hadn’t bothered to undo the buttons. To tease him, she let out a wrecked moan, mostly fake, but real enough that he waved his hand and vanished his clothes.
“Harry!” But she was laughing as he stalked up to her.
“I didn’t mean to do my glasses too.” He snickered as he sank down on the couch. “What do you want?”
She touched the inside of his thigh with her wet fingers. “Want you to come while you eat me out.”
“Fuck,” he said.
“No, I just said—”
“You’re the worst.”
“Suck my clit.” She got comfortable as Harry shuffled down and got down on his elbows and knees, arse up. “Or maybe I should fuck you,” she mused.
Harry blushed violently. He liked it but he wasn’t used to it, and where she had no inhibitions left, he still had some walls to break down. They weren't hers to climb anymore, however, so she shoved his head down between her thighs and closed her eyes. She sighed in pleasure when he started building her up again and she matched his moans when he started making them against her clit. He wasn’t as deliberate now, a hand around himself surely, but the erraticness of it made her head spin. Her knees fell apart more, she cursed under her breath and she let the pleasure take control of her. It was pooling out in all directions from her pelvis. Her head lolled to the side and she tugged at Harry’s hair. “I’m so close…”
Harry didn’t lick her any faster but he did bury his face in her and breathing hard through his nose.
Her thighs were vibrating and she curled her toes. “Yes,” she said. “Fuck, please, just—”
With a whine that wouldn’t stop, Harry slowed again, and blinked up at her. She met his gaze as the pad of his tongue pushed up on her clit so fucking perfectly that she cried out. She arched her back and let the feeling encapsulate her, let it flow down her thighs and up her stomach as Harry took her over the edge with staggering self-control. Her hearing buzzed out until all there was was her own moans and the blood rushing through her. Everything was blurry. Harry continued and she lost track of time and space as she kept coming.
Then she hit him in the forehead. “Enough, enough—”
And he laughed as he bent his neck back up.
“Did you come?” she murmured, her senses coming back slowly. She blinked and saw him on his hunches and jerked himself still, so before he answered she just said, “Come on.” She raised her hips up as if to say “come on me.”
Harry bit his lower lip and it took all of three more strokes before he did, spilling on her hip, stomach, and pubes. She watched his face, his exposed throat, flushed chest. Fuck.
“That’s it,” she praised him and he fluttered his eyes closed as he pumped the last of his cum with a few lazy strokes.
“Ginny…” But he just collapsed on top of her, not heavy but sticky as fuck.
She grinned and clawed at his back. “Still got it,” she said in his ear.
Harry laughed and pressed his face into her neck. “Still got it.”