Strawberry Flush
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,897
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Strawberry Flush
A/N: Yep, I just checked. None of these characters belong to me. I am just playing with them and their clothes keep falling off.
Strawberry Flush
“Keep your eyes closed.”
Four words pull Ginny out of her slumber. A hand brushes red tresses from her ear as teeth nip at her neck followed by kisses trailing down her collarbone.
“Promise.” A thick, familiar voice pleads.
“I . . .un. . .I promise.” Ginny moans out softly.
She feels the weight shift of the bed behind her. A strong chest and long legs press against her small frame. She snuggles back against his body for support. His hand strokes the length of her side only to slide back up to the bottom button of her pajama top. She feels his weight shift back as he slides his arm behind her head and gently, insistently, presses on her belly urging her to lie on her back. She does while thoughts flutter through her head like snitches. His hand slides up her abdomen, unfastening buttons in its wake, unveiling satin skin from its covering. His left hand slides across her shoulder seeking her breast, lightly scraping the nipple eliciting a gasp encased in a moan.
“Shh. . .or I’ll have to go. Do you want me to stop?”
Ginny tenses and shakes her head.
“Good girl.” He purrs. “I wasn’t ready to leave you yet.”
She inhales sharply as she feels on nipple pulled lightly as a hot wet mouth claims the other, tongue lapping urgently as a kitten draining a saucer. Her eyes crack open involuntarily. The sight of dark hair greets her as she quickly closes her eyes and clutches a fistful of black hair. He chuckles lightly at her gesture, sending a puff of air skimming across the damp nipple. She arches her back out of instinct.
He shifts on the bed, pulling both hands from her body. She whimpers imploringly at the sudden lack of sensation. Ginny feels weight on either side of her shoulder and a nose nudge at her neck, kisses trail to her ear.
“Hush, love. I’m not going anywhere yet. Be still. “Still trust me?”
“Always” was Ginny’s only response.
His tongue lazily trails down the valley between her breasts and across her belly. She feels his nimble fingers slide down beneath the waistband of her pajama bottoms, exposing ivory colored skin inch by inch. Finally, he drops the cloth on the bed. She can feels his eyes sweep the length of her body.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me Ginny Weasley? Any bloody idea at all?” he asks quietly. She is stilled by his confession to her.
Strong hands easily capture her hips and slide her closer to his for, not waiting for an answer. He frees one hand to play in her ginger curls before a thumb slips down to firmly stroke her clit. Ginny throws her head further back, spilling red hail further across her pillow.
A sharp gasp forms at her lips as his tongue darts out to savor her sweet-salt flavor. It is stifled by a hand across her mouth stopping the scream forming. There it stayed to keep each noise for his pleasure only. Ginny was helpless to do anything but squirm with each new wave building inside her slim frame. She knew that she had to be close. So very close. Close to what, she was not entirely sure.
His head lifts and she knows that his face is above hers.
“Its ok, love . . .you can scream.” He says sliding his hand from her mouth and kisses her. She pours every emotion she can into him as best that she knows how. In return, the taste of herself on his lips drives her nearly mad with lust.
“Scream for me, love,” he says as he slides two fingers inside her, fill in the void with sensations between her legs.
“Unh. . “ Ginny moans as he pulls his fingers out slightly and thrusts into her once more. On the third quick thrust, she screams his name into the night . . .
“Neville!”
Ginny sits straight up in bed. Panting heavily, she puts one hand over hear heart willing it to slow to a steady rhythm. She slides the other across her forehead, dampened my the sweat glistening there further illuminating the strawberry flush that had overtaken her body. Never before had she been so thankful of the heavy drapes enclosing her bed.
Flopping backwards, the dream comes washing back.
“Oh Merlin.” She sighs out loud. “How am I going to look at Neville tomorrow.” She wonders aloud to no one.
On the other side of Gryffindor Hall, Neville smiles broadly. “I’m going to owe Hermione all the gold in Gringotts for teaching me that spell.”
Strawberry Flush
“Keep your eyes closed.”
Four words pull Ginny out of her slumber. A hand brushes red tresses from her ear as teeth nip at her neck followed by kisses trailing down her collarbone.
“Promise.” A thick, familiar voice pleads.
“I . . .un. . .I promise.” Ginny moans out softly.
She feels the weight shift of the bed behind her. A strong chest and long legs press against her small frame. She snuggles back against his body for support. His hand strokes the length of her side only to slide back up to the bottom button of her pajama top. She feels his weight shift back as he slides his arm behind her head and gently, insistently, presses on her belly urging her to lie on her back. She does while thoughts flutter through her head like snitches. His hand slides up her abdomen, unfastening buttons in its wake, unveiling satin skin from its covering. His left hand slides across her shoulder seeking her breast, lightly scraping the nipple eliciting a gasp encased in a moan.
“Shh. . .or I’ll have to go. Do you want me to stop?”
Ginny tenses and shakes her head.
“Good girl.” He purrs. “I wasn’t ready to leave you yet.”
She inhales sharply as she feels on nipple pulled lightly as a hot wet mouth claims the other, tongue lapping urgently as a kitten draining a saucer. Her eyes crack open involuntarily. The sight of dark hair greets her as she quickly closes her eyes and clutches a fistful of black hair. He chuckles lightly at her gesture, sending a puff of air skimming across the damp nipple. She arches her back out of instinct.
He shifts on the bed, pulling both hands from her body. She whimpers imploringly at the sudden lack of sensation. Ginny feels weight on either side of her shoulder and a nose nudge at her neck, kisses trail to her ear.
“Hush, love. I’m not going anywhere yet. Be still. “Still trust me?”
“Always” was Ginny’s only response.
His tongue lazily trails down the valley between her breasts and across her belly. She feels his nimble fingers slide down beneath the waistband of her pajama bottoms, exposing ivory colored skin inch by inch. Finally, he drops the cloth on the bed. She can feels his eyes sweep the length of her body.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me Ginny Weasley? Any bloody idea at all?” he asks quietly. She is stilled by his confession to her.
Strong hands easily capture her hips and slide her closer to his for, not waiting for an answer. He frees one hand to play in her ginger curls before a thumb slips down to firmly stroke her clit. Ginny throws her head further back, spilling red hail further across her pillow.
A sharp gasp forms at her lips as his tongue darts out to savor her sweet-salt flavor. It is stifled by a hand across her mouth stopping the scream forming. There it stayed to keep each noise for his pleasure only. Ginny was helpless to do anything but squirm with each new wave building inside her slim frame. She knew that she had to be close. So very close. Close to what, she was not entirely sure.
His head lifts and she knows that his face is above hers.
“Its ok, love . . .you can scream.” He says sliding his hand from her mouth and kisses her. She pours every emotion she can into him as best that she knows how. In return, the taste of herself on his lips drives her nearly mad with lust.
“Scream for me, love,” he says as he slides two fingers inside her, fill in the void with sensations between her legs.
“Unh. . “ Ginny moans as he pulls his fingers out slightly and thrusts into her once more. On the third quick thrust, she screams his name into the night . . .
“Neville!”
Ginny sits straight up in bed. Panting heavily, she puts one hand over hear heart willing it to slow to a steady rhythm. She slides the other across her forehead, dampened my the sweat glistening there further illuminating the strawberry flush that had overtaken her body. Never before had she been so thankful of the heavy drapes enclosing her bed.
Flopping backwards, the dream comes washing back.
“Oh Merlin.” She sighs out loud. “How am I going to look at Neville tomorrow.” She wonders aloud to no one.
On the other side of Gryffindor Hall, Neville smiles broadly. “I’m going to owe Hermione all the gold in Gringotts for teaching me that spell.”