Healing Kisses

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Ginny squealed as Harry pounced on her, pulling her out from the pile of curtains that used to be attached to the bed.

‘Surely you dt tht think you could get away fme dme did you?’ he grinned and pulled her up onto the wide, soft mattress for a deep kiss. Ginny grinned at him and swooned melodramatically.

‘Please kind Sir, let me go. I promise not to tell anyone about all the wicked things you said to me.\'

Harry snorted and waggled his eyebrows at her.

‘And who exactly started that conversation hmm? I seem to recall that you asked me to describe all the things I would love to do to that luscious body of yours.’

‘Yes, you’re right, I did. So why have you stopped?’ She licked her lips impudently at him, giggling when he groaned. She settled comfortably back on his bed, body tucked in next to Harry’s and her head resting on his bare, toned chest.

‘Hmm, well, where was I?’

‘Sucking on my fingertips.’ She replied frankly, sighing happily when he began to stroke her hair.

‘Well, then I’d simply be forced to kiss your palm and wrist and all the way back up your lovely arms until I got to here.’ His fingers slid down the side of her neck to caress the hollow of her collarbone. She hissed softly at the flood of emotion the simple touch released. His talented hands stroked the soft skin, massaging the back of her neck and her body trembled.

‘Then I’d bite you softly, just… here.’ He carefully pinched the base of her throat, running one finger up the creamy length of it until he could lift her chin and look her in the eye. ‘And of course, I’d kiss it better right after.’ He kissed her forehead tenderly and resumed running his fingers through her hair.

‘Then I’d kiss you on your beautiful mouth that tastes of honey and fresh dew, then I’d lick and nibble all the way down to your cute little bellybutton, which I would also lick and nibble.’ He tensed slightly as she giggled, making her body shudder against his.

‘Gin love, can you stop that? It’s… distracting.’ He grabbed her wrist gently, pulling away from where she had absent-mindedly been drawing patterns on the edge of his stomach. She pulled away from his side and rolled onto her stomach.

‘Sorry babe.’ She sat up and kissed him unhurriedly, not too hard but full of passion nonetheless. She straddled his hips before he knew what she was doing.

‘Uhh, Gin?’ he looked at her questioningly.

‘What’s wrong with being distracted hmm?’ she rocked slightly on top of him and he bit his lip.

‘Just, don’t please Gin? I don’t want either of us to ever do anything we’d regret.’ He reached up to lift her off him, but she leant forward and pinned his arms to the bed, giving him an eyeful of cleavage at the same time as her loose blouse gaped open. He tried not to stare, but it was hard to turn his head away.

‘Who said anything about regret? You’ve been an absolute sweetheart to me the last year, first as a friend when I was getting over him’ neither needed any further clarification about who she meant, ‘and tas mas my boyfriend. We’ve been together for over eight months now and you’ve never pushed me for anything. You’ve been understanding and gentle and put up with me no matter what, and I know it’s been incredibly frustrating for you. And I want to make it up to you.’ She leaned down and kissed him again, harder this time, as she pressed her body into his.

Harry moaned softly into her mouth, bucking his hips slightly when hers brushed over the ache in his trousers. After several highly pleasurable seconds he got himself under control enough to flip them over, gazing at her where she was now under him on the mattress.

‘Gin love, there is nothing to ‘make up’ for. I’m here for you no matter what, it’s not a debt that you need to repay me for. I love you and all I want is to see you happy.’

She wrapped her legs around his buttcheeks and pulled him against her again, shifting so his hardness rested between her thighs.

‘But what if this d mad make me happy?’ she whispered huskily, running her tongue around the edge of his ear. Harry gave a strangled groan, his arms tightening themselves around her chest.

‘Gods Ginny, do that again. No no no, don’t, I can’t take much more of this.’

Ginny blew gently over the wet skin and he shivered in her arms.

‘Shhh love, just relax. I promise you, I want this, I’m almost as frustrated as you are. So many times I’ve thought of you, dreamt of you.’ Her fingers swept up and down his back as she spoke, soothing him, tracing the length of his spine, stroking his hair. ‘I’m ready for this, there’s nothing for you to be afraid of. I’ve been on a contraceptive potion ever since that bastard…’ her voice trailed off and she quickly went on. ‘Ron’s taken Hermione out for an all day picnic in an effort to keep her away from the library, and none of your other dorm-mates are here for the holidays. It’s just you and me.’ She kissed him again and he could taste the lust flowing in her veins. She tightener ler legs and they both sighed as the bulge of his hard on pressed against her clit.

‘As long as you’re sure.’ She nodded at him in reply and he slowly began to pull off the loose blouse she was wearing for the mild spring weather. His eyes never left hers as his hands removed the fabric and gently explored her body, watching for any signs that something might be wrong. She basked in his glow, in the aura of love and devotion he gave off every time she was near. Her hands came to life and traced the planes of muscle covering his trim body, circling his nipples, kneading his stomach, squeezing his behind through his trousers. She pulled out of his arms and he sprang away in concern, but she merely sat up to remove her bra, draping her body over his to share more greedy, needy kisses.

Harry took his time to treasure every inch of skin she presented, as it might disappear if he didn’t worship it as it dese. Gi. Ginny truly was a glorious creature, her body plump and curved like a Renaissance painting of a goddess, her hair the colours of Gryffindor streaming down her milky smooth back. Creamy skin dotted with freckles, not detracting from her beauty but merely highlighting each feature they touched, whether the curve of her shoulder of flank, the pale skin of her breasts compared to their own dusky brown or the kissable rose-pink of her now hard nipples. His tongue took the path he had described ier,ier, down the valley between her round breasts to swirl around her navel. He nipped her belly gently and returned to her lips where they kissed ardently. His tongue dipped into the hollow of her collarbone and she shuddered happily in his arms.

He tried for as long as he could to control himself, to stick to ‘safe’ areas, but in the end his body got the best of him and he hesitantly began to stroke Ginny’s chest, then started to hungrily devour her nipples one at a time, spurred on by her breathless moans and encouraging hands. All too soon it wasn’t enough and Ginny slid her skirt off and attacked Harry’s trousers.

‘Are you sure about this love?’ his voice was gruff with lust. She took his trembling hand in hers and kissed it.

‘I’m sure. We both want this, we need it. I can feel how much you need it’ she brushed a hand over his open fly, stroking his erection through his boxers and making him swallow hard. ‘Now feel how much I need this, how much I want you.’ She firmly guided his hand under the elastic of her knickers and into the damp folds of her sex. His callused fingers slid over the tight nub buried within and she panted hard, feeling the new burst of wetness soak into the fabric. Harry moaned into her neck and quickly removed his trousers and her underwear, lying her back on the bed and licking eagerly. His tongue teased her clit, dancing and circling as his long fingers stroked her inner walls. Ginny stroked his hair lovingly as she told him over and over in no uncertain terms how much she adored him. Before she knew what hit her, her climax ripped through her body, making her scream in pleasure. It had been too long, she was too easily stimulated. Not that that was a bad thing of course.

Harry lapped eagerly at the fruit of his labours until Ginny pulled him up onto the bed again and divested him of his underwear in turn. Her slight weight pinned him to the bed by his shoulders as she straddled his hips, taking in the way his chest rippled into his stomach which in turn narrowed into hips and a thick pile of black curls in which reared one of the most beautiful things Ginny had ever seen. Wonderingly she reached out to touch the tip with one finger, smearing a pearly drop over the head before returning the finger to her mouth and licking. Harry groaned loudly at this display.

‘Oh gods, what are you doing to me woman? Really, fin fine, no need to… oooohh gods.’ As he had spoken she had risen up and slid onto len length, pushing him to the hilt inside her warm body. There she paused as Harry got his breath back and she adjusted to the feeling of him inside her. Neither were by any means inexperienced, but it had been a long time for both of them and it was their first time together. Slowly she began to rock back and forth, letting him out a little at a time before ravenously swallowing him back in, grinding her clit against him. Eventually they worked out a rhythm, Ginny clamping her slick passage down on his hard cock as he thrust up into her, gently at first then harder as they got better acquainted. He pinched her nipples, running his hands over her whole breasts and up and down her sides, guiding her as she rode him.

As his breathing became more erratic and his thrusts became wilder, Ginny took her hands from where they had been resting against his chest and began to slide them over her own body, covering his occasionally until they slid down her flat, soft stomach and between her legs. Harry’s eyes went wide as she began to pinch and stroke her clit as she rode his cock faster and faster, finally squeezing the base of his shaft as her fingertips played around her opening. She came again, a touch quieter this time but no less enthusiastically, her orgasm triggering Harry’s as her muscles trembled and squeezed around him. Exhausted and happy, she collapsed on top of him, their sweat making them slightly slippery and sticky in the sex-filled air. Harry wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.

‘Thank you.’ He whispered, stroking her hair back from where it stuck to her face.

‘No Harry, thank you.’ She kissed him softly. ‘Thank you for making me better.’

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~Faerie