Now that Harry had his own house, he and Ginny were able to spend a lot of time together, doing private things. They no longer had to find a secluded place. As it was, the two were curled up on Harry's sofa, Ginny reading a copy of Quidditch Weekly, and Harry stroking her fiery red hair. "This is great," Harry said, out of the blue. Ginny looked up at him, wearing an oversized jumper of his.
"I know. It's perfect" she agreed.
"Yep. Just the two of us. No one to hide from. This is what I hope our future will be like. Quiet and peaceful," he said as he kissed the top of her head. He inhaled her floral scent. Ginny turned her head and her lips caught his. They were soft and full, and he never wanted to let them go. He gently caressed her cheeks and brushed a stray hair from her face. "I love you," he said.
"Love you too." Then Harry felt Ginny's tongue squeezing between his lips, and he let her have access. He sucked on it and pushed his own tongue against it. His hand moved down to stroke her slender neck, as Ginny turned her body to face him. Harry laid his body down and Ginny got on top. The kissing intensified as they assumed this new position and they barely left time to breath. His hands roamed her body, specifically reaching under her jumper to touch the smooth skin of her back. Then he grabbed her round bum, causing Ginny to smile seductively.
Harry felt Ginny's small hands touch his muscular stomach and, as always, it made his hairs stand on end. As Ginny lay her body on his, their bare skin rubbed together sensually and Harry's erection rocketed. It was pushing into Ginny's crutch, and she antagonized him by rubbing her clothed crotch against it, building up the sexual tension. "Oh, Ginny" he breathed, and pulled her jumper over her head, revealing her tank top. Whilst straddling him, she removed her tank top and then her bra, all in view of Harry. He licked his lips at the sight of her round, luscious breasts, with small, pink nipples. He grabbed them with his hands and kneaded them, making Ginny moan. Her nipples were already erect.
Then Ginny took off Harry's shirt, touching his torso and fingering his scars daintily. She bent down and pressed her breasts against his hard chest, kissing him furiously. His hands grabbed her bum again and she stopped the kiss to unbuckle her shorts. She took them off and slid them down her long, lean legs. She was left in only her red knickers. Harry eagerly took in the sight of her full body, and decided to undo his own trousers. Then he pushed those off and was left in his boxers. Now the only thing separating them was the thin fabric of their underwear. Ginny began to grind against his penis again, and he felt heat generated. He put his fingers inside her knickers and begun to rub her clitoris, as she bit her bottom lip. She didn't seem to be able to take much more and so removed her knickers. As she did this Harry removed his boxers, so that now they were both completely naked.
Ginny gave him a lustful gaze as she slowly lowered herself onto his large, erect penis. Her warm walls surrounded her and Harry felt at home. She lowered herself even further until Harry's penis was pushing against her cervix. Then she began to bounce up and down, his penis scraping against her vagina as it slipped in and out, sending electric shocks of sensation around his body. She began to pick up the pace, her face contorted in pleasure and her breasts bouncing up and down. Harry grabbed her bum and thrust upwards to meet her. The feeling of both of them thrusting against each other was sensational. The only sound was that of Harry's guttural groaning and Ginny's soft feminine sighing.
Harry was finally able to be with Ginny at his own home, on his own sofa. This was the picture that he had conjured of his life with Ginny. At least before they had kids. This thought was enough to send him over the edge, and he unloaded volumes of his sperm into Ginny's sweaty body. Soon after, Ginny came as well, her vagina shuddering, and her liquids flowing onto his penis. She got off him and they sat, side by side, their chests heaving. Harry looked at her and she thought she was very erotic with her heaving, glistening body. He concocted an idea to carry her pleasure even further.
Harry got off the sofa and knelt down between her legs, pushing them apart. Then he moved his head to her still pulsing vagina and began to lick the liquids around it. He lapped it up and discovered it was a mixture of her come and sweat. He had Ginny groaning and squirming again now and she held the back of his head. He applied his tongue hard against her clitoris and heard her cry out. He kept repeating this action whilst his hands explored her stomach and breasts. He gripped a nipple and twisted it slowly while he circled her clitoris with his tongue. He decided to take Ginny out of her misery and penetrated her vagina with three fingers and began to rapidly pump them.
Very soon, Harry felt her vagina shudder again as she had her second orgasm. "Oh Harry," she said, looking like she was drunk "I could get used to this."