Spontaneously Decided

Disclaimer: All Harry Potter Characters, and their world belong to the much beloved J.K. Rowling. I make no money from this story, I just get to have lots of fun.

They had the Burrow to themselves for the day. Everyone was gone. Ron and Hermione were visiting her parents, the Weasleys were at St. Mungos, oohing and aahing over Bill and Fleur's new baby, and Andromeda Tonks had taken little Teddy shopping for his first birthday present.

With a giggle, Ginny pulled Harry into the kitchen. She was going to put together a picnic lunch for just the two of them. Harry came up behind her as she stood at the counter, his hands stroking up to cover her breasts. She shivered as he pinched the nipples through the fabric and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "How about I have you for lunch instead?"

He lifted her up and sat her on the table, the cool table pressing against the globes of her ass. The short skirt she wore did nothing to hide her from him as he pulled up a chair and sat down. His hands stroked up her thighs, fingers caressing as the slowly crept beneath the skirt. She watched as the flouncy black skirt crept up inch by inch, revealing more of her creamy thighs to his avid gaze. He raised his eyes to hers as her crimson thong was revealed. Harry stroked one long finger over the wet crotch of her panties, his vivid green eyes darkening as a tremor ripped through her with just that light contact.

Ginny gasped as Harry suddenly grabbed her ankles and pulled her closer, draping her legs over his shoulders. He grasped the top of her thong and ripped it from her body, causing her to elicit a gasp at the stinging sensation. The gasp became a moan when he slowly licked her slit from base to clit.  Her legs tightened on his head as he leaned forward to feast. 

Ginny leaned back, allowing the table to support her weight, reveling in the erotic sensations ripping through her body. Harry was so good at this, she thought. as he thrust his long tongue deep inside, stroking the nerves hidden inside. "Oooh!" She squealed as two fingers joined his tongue. Her hips raised off the table in a long moan as his pinky, covered in her cream, slipped inside the entrance to her ass. "Oh, Merlin, Harry, don't stop!" She begged as his tongue once again found her clit. With another flick of his tongue, she suddenly found herself flying, shattering as her orgasm ripped through her.

She sagged to the table, sated, only to gasp once again as Harry turned her around so she was kneeling, bent over the table, then thrust deep into her wet heat. The sensation of being filled so full of him sent heat pooling in her loins again as he gripped her hips and thrust hard once again. He continued thrusting in and out of her tight channel, her nipples stroking erotically against the polished tabletop. "Oh, Harry, harder, faster!" She demanded. With a sexy grin, he complied, pistoning into her body as they spiraled ever closer to the pinacle. With one last thrust, Ginny exploded, pulsing and throbing around him as he strove to hold off his impending orgasm. He slid almost all the way out before thrusting one final time. Just as he exploded, coating her fertile womb with hot seed, he heard a shocked gasp.

The lovers raised their eyes to meet the shocked gaze of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley who were standing in the doorway of  the kitchen, looks of disbelief on their face, the shopping forgotten in their arms...