Ginny laughed a bit; the vibrations of her laughter spreading pleasantly through Harry's body. Breathing in the flowery scent of her hair, Harry moved his hands onto the soft skin of her back. He traced the curve of her spine, eventually reaching the top of her bum. Grinning, he squeezed her arse cheeks hard enough to make her yelp. Rather than scolding him verbally, Ginny moved her head a little to the left, and bit one of Harry's pyjama covered nipples. Harry groaned, wondering whether that move was meant to be unpleasant, because it failed spectacularly then. Ginny sucked firmly, at the same time tickling the bare skin of his stomach in earnest. Torn between jolts of pleasure coming from Ginny's mouth, and unpleasant feeling spread by her tickling fingers, Harry managed to yell out, "Ginny!" in a satisfyingly scolding voice.
Ginny released his abused nipple, leaving a wet spot on his pyjama top, and giggling, she moved downwards, pulling the covers away from Harry's body. She looked up at him with wicked brown eyes, and then kissed his stomach as though in apology. After nipping her way to the dark patch of hair just above his pyjama bottoms, she paused, nuzzling her nose and cheek there for a second. That was far more pleasant than tickling. Harry's stomach muscles clenched and his breath hitched when Ginny moved her head above the bulge in his pyjamas, breathing hotly over it. Harry's hips twitched upwards hopefully.
Ginny smirked at him and then mercifully, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of Harry's pyjamas, pulling them down together with his boxers. Harry exhaled sharply as cold air hit his cock, and then shivered as Ginny's hair fell forward, tickling his thighs and balls. Squirming at the tickling that just wouldn't stop, Harry reached down to move Ginny's hair out of the way, realizing only then that Ginny was doing that on purpose.
"Tickling is not fun. Stop it!" Harry burst out.
Ginny laughed and in a flash, she bent down and grabbed his cock, enveloping it in the hotness of her mouth. Harry forgot his complaints instantly. He put both of his hands on the bed and grabbed the sheets, willing himself not to arch upwards. He lost that battle quickly — his hips jerked and he raised his arse off the bed, only to be pressed back down sharply when Ginny grabbed his hips with her hands. Her hands were small and delicate looking but, due to endless training, she was quite strong and she held him firmly down without much effort. She took him deeply into her mouth, but not as deeply Harry knew she could. She set a slow teasing pace, letting him slip out of her mouth completely, and then swirling her tongue at the head. Occasionally, her finger trailed off behind his balls to press on his perineum, making Harry shudder before the finger would teasingly move away.
It took too long and Harry needed more, but Ginny was apparently happy to keep her tortuous pace. "Ginny," Harry whined just a little.
With a sharp suck, that threatened to pull out Harry's brain, a slurp and a pop, Ginny raised her head and looked at him reproachfully. "Aren't you a complainer today?" She sighed and moved to stand. "I think I'll have to go and take one of the pub guys on their offer."
Harry sat bolt upright as Ginny actually stood and turned. His pyjamas, wrapped around his thighs, hampered him, but he still managed to grab her around the waist and pull her down on the bed. She landed on his lap with a squeal, still laughing as Harry pressed her back flush against his chest. He buried his head in her hair and growled against her neck, making Ginny laugh harder.
"You're driving me insane," Harry complained some more, biting the delicate skin beneath the mass of red.
Ginny shivered and stopped laughing. "Oh?" she asked in a low voice.
Harry raised his head to look at her. Ginny tipped her head back on his shoulder and stared at him with a dark gaze and flushed cheeks. "Insane enough to do what?" she taunted, the corner of her mouth twitching.
Harry needed no further encouragement. He held Ginny's waist with one hand and grabbed her hip with another. He rose up a little, making them both kneel on the bed and then took his cock in hand, guiding it between Ginny's thighs. He felt slippery silkiness, and he teased her for a second, sliding his cock over her wetness. Ginny moaned and wriggled, her hand coming between her legs to grab Harry's arousal and lead him where she wanted him.
They both moaned loudly as he slid into her in one slow move.
"That's all you got?" Ginny panted.
Miffed, Harry cupped her breasts with both of his hands, and pinched her nipples, none too gently between his forefingers and thumbs. Ginny gasped and arched, and then almost screamed as Harry redrew from her body only to slam back in with a sharp twitch of his hips.
Ginny threw her head back, her long hair tickling Harry's chest, making Harry wonder if it was possible that Ginny was doing that on purpose. But at that point he hardly cared. He continued to thrust harshly, driving into Ginny fast, and pausing occasionally to pull out completely and then slam back with a deep thrust. Ginny grabbed his hands that were still teasing her nipples and pushed back, her cries of pleasure sounding broken as her head was tipped far back. Harry took a moment to marvel at her flexibility, but then Ginny cried out and after a series of loud Oh!-s she clamped down on his cock so hard Harry felt dizzy for a second.
Ginny shuddered and collapsed forward, catching herself on her elbows. Only after she squeezed him firmly with her inner muscles, did Harry realize he had stopped moving. Eager to rectify that mistake, Harry took hold of Ginny's hips to keep her steady, and pulled out, thrusting back in with a cry and a shudder. Ginny rose up on her hands and circled her hips in such a delicious way, Harry considered to stop moving altogether, and let Ginny do all the work. But he was too far gone to control his body anymore. With several harsh jerks of his hips, he stiffened and came inside Ginny, clutching her body much too hard, undoubtedly leaving bruises on the pale skin.
Ginny laughed a bit; the vibrations of her laughter spreading pleasantly through Harry's body. Breathing in the flowery scent of her hair, Harry moved his hands onto the soft skin of her back. He traced the curve of her spine, eventually reaching the top of her bum. Grinning, he squeezed her arse cheeks hard enough to make her yelp. Rather than scolding him verbally, Ginny moved her head a little to the left, and bit one of Harry's pyjama covered nipples. Harry groaned, wondering whether that move was meant to be unpleasant, because it failed spectacularly then. Ginny sucked firmly, at the same time tickling the bare skin of his stomach in earnest. Torn between jolts of pleasure coming from Ginny's mouth, and unpleasant feeling spread by her tickling fingers, Harry managed to yell out, "Ginny!" in a satisfyingly scolding voice.Ginny released his abused nipple, leaving a wet spot on his pyjama top, and giggling, she moved downwards, pulling the covers away from Harry's body. She looked up at him with wicked brown eyes, and then kissed his stomach as though in apology. After nipping her way to the dark patch of hair just above his pyjama bottoms, she paused, nuzzling her nose and cheek there for a second. That was far more pleasant than tickling. Harry's stomach muscles clenched and his breath hitched when Ginny moved her head above the bulge in his pyjamas, breathing hotly over it. Harry's hips twitched upwards hopefully.
Ginny smirked at him and then mercifully, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of Harry's pyjamas, pulling them down together with his boxers. Harry exhaled sharply as cold air hit his cock, and then shivered as Ginny's hair fell forward, tickling his thighs and balls. Squirming at the tickling that just wouldn't stop, Harry reached down to move Ginny's hair out of the way, realizing only then that Ginny was doing that on purpose.
"Tickling is not fun. Stop it!" Harry burst out.
Ginny laughed and in a flash, she bent down and grabbed his cock, enveloping it in the hotness of her mouth. Harry forgot his complaints instantly. He put both of his hands on the bed and grabbed the sheets, willing himself not to arch upwards. He lost that battle quickly — his hips jerked and he raised his arse off the bed, only to be pressed back down sharply when Ginny grabbed his hips with her hands. Her hands were small and delicate looking but, due to endless training, she was quite strong and she held him firmly down without much effort. She took him deeply into her mouth, but not as deeply Harry knew she could. She set a slow teasing pace, letting him slip out of her mouth completely, and then swirling her tongue at the head. Occasionally, her finger trailed off behind his balls to press on his perineum, making Harry shudder before the finger would teasingly move away.
It took too long and Harry needed more, but Ginny was apparently happy to keep her tortuous pace. "Ginny," Harry whined just a little.
With a sharp suck, that threatened to pull out Harry's brain, a slurp and a pop, Ginny raised her head and looked at him reproachfully. "Aren't you a complainer today?" She sighed and moved to stand. "I think I'll have to go and take one of the pub guys on their offer."
Harry sat bolt upright as Ginny actually stood and turned. His pyjamas, wrapped around his thighs, hampered him, but he still managed to grab her around the waist and pull her down on the bed. She landed on his lap with a squeal, still laughing as Harry pressed her back flush against his chest. He buried his head in her hair and growled against her neck, making Ginny laugh harder.
"You're driving me insane," Harry complained some more, biting the delicate skin beneath the mass of red.
Ginny shivered and stopped laughing. "Oh?" she asked in a low voice.
Harry raised his head to look at her. Ginny tipped her head back on his shoulder and stared at him with a dark gaze and flushed cheeks. "Insane enough to do what?" she taunted, the corner of her mouth twitching.
Harry needed no further encouragement. He held Ginny's waist with one hand and grabbed her hip with another. He rose up a little, making them both kneel on the bed and then took his cock in hand, guiding it between Ginny's thighs. He felt slippery silkiness, and he teased her for a second, sliding his cock over her wetness. Ginny moaned and wriggled, her hand coming between her legs to grab Harry's arousal and lead him where she wanted him.
They both moaned loudly as he slid into her in one slow move.
"That's all you got?" Ginny panted.
Miffed, Harry cupped her breasts with both of his hands, and pinched her nipples, none too gently between his forefingers and thumbs. Ginny gasped and arched, and then almost screamed as Harry redrew from her body only to slam back in with a sharp twitch of his hips.
Ginny threw her head back, her long hair tickling Harry's chest, making Harry wonder if it was possible that Ginny was doing that on purpose. But at that point he hardly cared. He continued to thrust harshly, driving into Ginny fast, and pausing occasionally to pull out completely and then slam back with a deep thrust. Ginny grabbed his hands that were still teasing her nipples and pushed back, her cries of pleasure sounding broken as her head was tipped far back. Harry took a moment to marvel at her flexibility, but then Ginny cried out and after a series of loud Oh!-s she clamped down on his cock so hard Harry felt dizzy for a second.
Ginny shuddered and collapsed forward, catching herself on her elbows. Only after she squeezed him firmly with her inner muscles, did Harry realize he had stopped moving. Eager to rectify that mistake, Harry took hold of Ginny's hips to keep her steady, and pulled out, thrusting back in with a cry and a shudder. Ginny rose up on her hands and circled her hips in such a delicious way, Harry considered to stop moving altogether, and let Ginny do all the work. But he was too far gone to control his body anymore. With several harsh jerks of his hips, he stiffened and came inside Ginny, clutching her body much too hard, undoubtedly leaving bruises on the pale skin.
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