Knickers

Chapter 17: Physical Connection

Ginny closed her eyes as Harry laid her down on the bed, blindly returning the frenzied kisses that they had been giving each other since they had entered her bedroom mere minutes ago, a locking charm placed on the door quickly before they had fallen into each other once more. She felt, rather than saw as his hands slipped under her shirt to stroke her bra covered breasts.

“Harry,” she murmured, moving her own hand to touch his back, edging his shirt up. “I think we’re overdressed for what we’re about to do….”

He sat up a bit, a sly grin creeping onto his face, “Impatient, Gin?”

“Well, I’ve been wanting to do this for years, Harry,” she kissed him harder, moving one of her legs to cover his own, a hand moving down to play with his belt buckle, loosening it out of the loops. “I think both of us deserve to be a little impatient.”

She abandoned the belt, instead, moving her hand down to brush against his erection, smiling as Harry moaned slightly into her ear.

“Ginny,” Harry closed his eyes and tried to steady his breath as the hand that had just passed over him went back to his belt and finished the job it had started. He felt her mouth fall to his neck and kiss him and for a moment he wondered if Ginny had milked Katie for information on his favourite places to be touched because, like a moth to a flame, Ginny had just discovered Harry’s most sensitive spot beyond the obvious. He forgot to even try to hold in his sounds of pleasure as her questing hand slipped into his pants and took him in hand. “Oh Merlin….”

“You’re so hard Harry,” Ginny sighed into his ear, smiling if the feel of her lips curling into his neck was any indication.

He let out a tension filled chuckle as her hand continued to stroke him. “I guess I’m feeling a bit impatient too.”

Ginny, glad that he was as eager to do this as she was, stopped touching him and pushed him up off of her slightly, anxious to rid herself of the clothes that were quickly becoming restrictive for her and realizing that she couldn’t do that with him flush against her body.

He opened his eyes, looking down at her and watching as she took off her shirt, and then her bra and tossed them across the room, leaving her in jeans and socks.

“Let’s not wait any longer then, shall we?” she murmured, taking her still jean clad leg and flipping them so that she was on top. Without delay between this action and what she was about to do, she leaned forward in her straddled position and took his lips with her own.

“Ginny,” Harry breathed out between kisses, marvelling at how crazy things had gotten between them. They had spent about ten minutes just kissing and touching each other after entering her bedroom but Ginny’s eagerness astounded him. He didn’t remember a time when he had been this aroused, even with Katie and he feared that this fact might prove embarrassing for him if he didn’t take control of the situation, “Maybe we should slow down a bit…”

“Why?” she moaned a little as her hands moved to take off his shirt and she slipped it over his head.

“Because…I mean….this is going very fast and while I’m relatively prepared for what we’re about to do,” he gulped as Ginny’s hips helped them to create a delicious friction that further made the point he had been making in his head. Indeed, ‘relatively prepared’ was an understatement. His erection was getting downright painful.

His hand moved down to open her pants. There was one solution for his problem and that was to make her as frantic for him as he was for her…“But I’m not sure we’ve spent enough time on you and,” he groaned audibly as Ginny’s hands came up to play with his nipples. She was not playing fair. “It seems rather unfair because I want this to be good for you too, and at the rate we’re going, I don’t think I’ll last very long.”

Ginny grinned wickedly at him from her position on top of him. She had been wet since they had started drinking the firewhiskey and talking about their sexual histories; something about Harry efforts to not only get Ginny to return his affection but also to cause her jealousy turned her on. Combine that with the effect the firewhiskey had been having on her since the Leaky Cauldron and she didn’t think that Harry’s concerns were going to be a problem. She was probably as aroused as he was, if not more…“Have I got you all hot and bothered Mr. Potter?”

He slipped a hand into Ginny’s jeans and began to stroke the damp cotton of her panties, “Very much so.”

A sharp inhale of breath was Harry’s indication that what he was doing to her was good and he moved a hand past the barrier to touch her, expert digits finding her clitoris and firmly stroking her.

“Oh Merlin, Harry!” Ginny whimpered, hips grinding against his own in order to keep the very welcome pressure going. She couldn’t remember when she had ached this much for anyone. As they had kissed and touched each other earlier she had come to the conclusion that her fantasies concerning the man currently lavishing so much attention on her had the distinct possibility to be reality and now, her flesh hot, swollen and very much ready for whatever attention Harry would see fit to give her, she was even more willing to believe it.

Harry’s fears that this was going too fast were put at bay as he took in just how ready to get down to the business at hand Ginny actually was, “Ginny, you’re so wet….” He pulled her down to him now to give her a kiss, his hand continuing to touch her. He felt as she reached the button of his jeans and opened it, sliding the zipper down and letting his painfully erect penis make a tent of his boxers. She slid them past his erection, hand moving between them to slide up and down his length.

Enough was enough, Ginny thought to herself as she felt her body move ever closer to the precipice of orgasm with the movements of Harry’s hand. She’d be damned if the first orgasm she had with him was going to come from simply his touch though, and so she extricated herself from his grasp, hearing his sounds of disappointment as she stood up and took off her pants and underwear, standing before him naked before reaching for his own jeans, gripping the bottom of his pants and sliding them off-the boxers following shortly.

They stared at each other lustfully, she from her position next to the bed and he, propped up against the pillows that they had fallen against upon entry into her bedroom, his erection hard against his stomach.

“You’re so beautiful Ginny,” he murmured, looking her up and down before his eyes fell on her face, flush with love and arousal.

She let out a soft laugh. Colin had told her that, over and over, but somehow it sounded different coming from Harry’s lips. He loved her, and, unlike with Colin (who she realized she had never really loved) she returned his love and that made all the difference.

“So are you,” she murmured lightly before moving closer to him and straddling his mid-section. She hovered over his body, grabbing his penis gently and positioning herself over.

“Wait,” Harry suddenly stopped her, leaning over to her dresser for his wand and murmuring the contraception charm on her before letting her continue. “Your brothers would kill me if…”

“You knocked me up?” Ginny joked as she sank down on him, a sigh drowning out her laughter as the delicious feeling of him filling her overwhelmed her senses.

“Um-hm,” Harry drew her down to kiss her as she began to move on top of him, the feel of her inner walls around him so wonderful that he found himself unable to articulate more than those two syllables.

Harry pulled her closer to him still, flipping them over so that he was on top, his now free hands touching her body and moving up to stroke her breasts. His hips began to move slower, purposely teasing Ginny, who, from the sounds of her escalatingly frantic cries, was getting closer to the edge.

Ginny sighed in growing frustration as the orgasm she had been building toward was slowed with the movements of Harry’s hips. “Faster Harry,” she breathed rapidly in his ear, the pleasure building again as he took pity on her and complied.

A shudder went through her body, a prelude to the big finish that she could feel like a storm inside her.

He groaned into her ear as her inner walls spasmed around his cock, sending a shudder through his body and his thrusts came faster. He was determined to come with her and if that last strong spasm was anything to go by, she was rapidly reaching her own orgasm. He felt her legs move to wrap around his waist, their new positions helping him to go deeper inside of her and his own orgasm, having been building at the base of his spine, become eminent.

She moved faster still, their combined movements frantic but coordinated as the friction reached an excruciatingly high level, kisses between them becoming frenzied until finally it exploded in a flurry of hot breath and murmured nothings.

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Ginny opened her eyes after what seemed like minutes but that, judging by the time on her alarm clock, was actually several hours later. She sighed, stretching out her lethargic body and freezing as she felt the arm currently wrapped around her waist. A smile spread over her face as she remembered what had happened.

She had had sex with Harry Potter last night.

A warm, fuzzy feeling came over her and suddenly it was like she was a teenage girl all over again.

“And what are you laughing at?” Harry asked groggily as he pulled her closer towards him in the bed, her back to his chest.

She turned in his arms, propping herself up with an elbow and sighing with a grin on her face, “I didn’t realize you were awake.”

“I’m not,” Harry cracked one eye open from his burrowed position in the covers, one arm around Ginny’s waist, “Can’t you tell?”

“Oh yes,” Ginny smirked, laying her head onto the mattress so that she was potentially looking her lover in the eye. That is, if he were to open both his eyes…“Not awake at all.”

She watched Harry as he lay on the bed, thinking back on last night and the events that had led them to their current position. She couldn’t believe that she had had the nerve to ask him to bed but she couldn’t say she was sorry about it. Indeed, there was no comparison between any of her former boyfriends and Harry; the sex had been incomparable.

But then again, this might have had something to do with the fact that she was in love with him and that, she had found, made quite a difference to the quality of the sex.

“What time is it?” he murmured, interrupting Ginny from her thoughts before closing his eyes and relaxing back into her pillows.

She turned her head to look again at the alarm clock on her side of the bed again. “7 AM. Why? Did you have somewhere to be?”

“No,” Harry chuckled, finally opening his eyes to meet Ginny’s. “I was just wondering how much longer we can stay here before one of your family members decides to barge in on us. I should really be getting back to my room.”

“The door’s locked Harry, remember?” Ginny smiled wryly, thankful that she had remembered to do that before she had allowed things to become too heated between the two of them, “And besides, what would it matter if they did? They know you and I are dating and we’re both adults.”

Harry snorted, rolling over onto his back and staring at the ceiling, “Tell that to your brothers.”

Ginny was silent a moment, looking down at the mattress as doubt began to cloud her mind, “Are you sorry we did this then?”

“No!” Harry turned his head to look at Ginny, “I’m not sorry. Ginny, you know how I feel about you and this…” He cleared his throat awkwardly, “Well, I’ve been dreaming about doing this with you for years now.”

“Good,” she said, now smiling as reassurance replaced the doubt, “Because I’ve been dreaming about doing this with you for years too.”

Harry smiled as he moved onto his side and pushing Ginny back to the mattress, leaning in to kiss her.

“Harry, no,” she protested, trying to push him away but failing. “I have morning breath and…..”

He laughed, kissing her anyways, “Ginny, I don’t care. Now come here. As you cleverly reminded me earlier, the door’s locked and by the sounds of the house, no one’s up yet.”

“And what do you plan to do with this situation?” Ginny teased, his efforts changing her mind as she returned the kiss, running a hand down to cup his buttocks and pull him closer to her until he was nestled between her thighs.

“Well I don’t know,” Harry kissed her again, returning Ginny’s roving handwork with some of his own, reaching down and bringing her leg up to wrap around his hip. “Maybe you could help me out with that question. Any ideas?”

“I might have one or two,” she sighed, feeling his penis harden even more against her thigh. She wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss….

“Ginny?” Hermione’s voice called suddenly through the doorway, a knock accompanying the call. “Are you there? The door’s locked….”

“Don’t answer her,” Harry murmured into Ginny’s mouth. “The door’s locked. She’ll figure it out eventually….”

Ginny didn’t argue, instead rolling them over on the bed and sinking down on him in a recreation of their first time last night.

And this, unfortunately, was the moment that Hermione opened the door, having easily unlocked the simple charm that Ginny had hurriedly placed on it the evening before.