AN- The request for smut, smut and more smut has been frequent lately. So here you go. It isn't exactly plotless, but here's the Harry/Ginny point of view of the last chapter.
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Closets, Showers and Beaches
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Hogwarts Broom Cupboard
Harry couldn't help the groans and other sounds he couldn't describe that were escaping his lips. Ginny's hands were all over him, save for one area, and he was desperate and eager for more. How he had managed to put off going for it with her until May he didn't know. If he'd jumped her the minute he found out she and Dean had split then maybe she would have been comfortable putting her hand on his erection by this point.
For now though, he would make do with what she was allowing him do to. And that was putting his hand up her shirt.
He knew she was okay with that, because she had placed it there herself.
They were locked away in a closet close to the Gryffindor Common Room right now and she'd essentially pulled him in by his collar, then they'd got straight to it.
He'd never known he was capable of such passion, but they just melted against each other. Her lips were amazing, her tongue was amazing, the way she would grind her hips up against him, that was even more than amazing.
He thought he wanked over thoughts of her a lot before they got together, but now, now he knew the taste of her skin, how smooth her thighs were, how warm she felt pressed up against him. He knew how there was this heat that collected between her legs and caused all these groans to come out of his mouth.
"Oh, fuck. I want you to touch me more," she whispered against his lips.
His erection twitched against her and she responded by rocking against him again. His eyes rolled back inside his head and he moved his hand so it was under her bra, fingers fully spread out over her lovely breast. He could feel her nipple hard against his palm.
Then the door burst open.
"Oh! Come on!" Ron cried out and clapped a hand over his eyes. "Mione, Obliviate me now! I didn't need to see that!"
Well, that managed to ruin the moment.
Harry didn't know whether to growl and tell Ron and Hermione to bugger off, or to look woefully bashful and apologetic.
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The Burrow, by the pond
Ginny felt Harry shifting against him but wasn't ready to wake up properly just yet.
They had snuck out last night so that they could get some proper alone time and not have to worry about being too loud or having to set up wards.
With her going back to school soon she was keen on getting as much one on one time with him as possible, and that one on one time now needed to involve his penis or his tongue. It was only recently that they had started having sex, he was her first, and in her current mind frame, only, so she wanted as much experience with him under her belt so she would have all that material to get her through the coming months.
Harry shifted again and then cuddled closer in behind her, his erection pressing against her bum, and she responded by wiggling back against him to let him know she wasn't completely asleep.
"Good morning," he murmured and his hand ran down her side under the blanket, coming down to cup her bum.
"Mmm, ready for the next round, are we?" she grinned, her eyes still closed.
"Maybe we could try it like this?" he asked, his voice sounding rather eager.
The wind caught under their blanket then and made it flip over to expose their bare legs up to the knee. She shifted over to lay on her back. "We will, but right now I could use you properly pressed up against my front," she told him and kicked the blanket back down.
He'd managed to last so long last night. Their first time he'd been sure to get her off using his fingers, then his tongue, before focusing on his own needs. She had cum from his tongue on her, and then again she was so close to a second with him inside her. It was such an amazing feeling to have the size of him stretching out her virgin hole for the first time. She'd used her fingers on herself before. Hell, she'd had him use his fingers on her before too, two of them! And yet it was nothing compared to having him inside her. The feel of him moving in and out of her had been incredible.
Now she craved that feeling all the time.
And he was more than willing.
His hand came around and moved up her side to grab at her breast. She smiled against his lips. He really loved her breasts. It was something she didn't quite understand, but he was a little obsessed with them.
She certainly didn't mind the attention though. His lips on them, his tongue flicking her nipples, and best of all, when he kissed along underneath them; it all felt incredible.
They didn't have that much time before it was too late to sneak back into the house though. He still wasn't situated between her legs and that was certainly where he needed to be right now.
"I want to shag," she murmured against his lips.
His hand moved lower and her smile grew wider. "Feels like you're ready for me," he said, twirling his finger around her entrance and feeling how wet she was there.
"I'm always ready for you." She rocked against his hand.
She was not ready to be splashed with a blast of cold water though!
Harry immediately rolled away from her, she rolled the opposite way, gasping to separate the air from water that was now in her mouth.
"Bit chilly this morning, are you Harry?" came the call from above.
Ginny immediately grabbed for her wand and looked skyward. George was in the tree above them.
"George!" she called out. By the time he was halfway down the tree she had shot off several spells, then there was the crack of him dissaparating.
Her disappointment in what would have been a lovely wake up furthered when she saw Harry had scrambled and pulled his pajamas on.
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Quidditch Change Room
Her lips pursed when she heard the door opening behind her.
Just another half hour, that was all she wanted before Hermione came looking for her so she could make a study chart.
Not actually studying. Making plans to study.
That was like studying studying.
So stupid.
With the chalk held so tight it almost broke in her right hand she tensed up before turning around to deal with the girl, only to see her boyfriend standing there instead.
"Hey, Gin," he grinned.
The chalk fell out of her hand as she gave a squeal of delight and ran towards him, launching herself into his arms.
"Happy to see me?" he asked with a chuckle when she had pried her lips off him long enough to look adoringly into his face. She missed this face.
"So happy!" she nearly cried. Her NEWT year thus far had been difficult. Not just the classes, but the memories that haunted her around every corner, and all the other students that had been there the previous year were in the same situation. And it was just hard.
But now he was here.
His perfect face was smiling up at her, his strong arms were around her, his beautiful green eyes that were looking at only her!
"You're here." The tears were threatening to fall from how happy she was to see him. Instead of wasting precious minutes falling into a blubbering mess she chose instead to say a proper hello.
Her lips attacked his and he responded in kind. Her hands found their way under his shirt and started lifting it up.
"Getting right to it, are we?" she felt him smirk against her lips.
"Damn right we are. I'm going to risk getting a wrist problem with how much I've been missing you."
He let out a loud groan at that admission and yanked her shirt off with quite a bit of force.
There were only a handful of times that they had managed to get together in proper lighting and be completely naked before the other. Their current situation wasn't allowing for her to be any kind of bashful though.
She unclasped her bra and let it too fall to the floor. Each of them worked at their own bottoms. As she watched his erection spring free of its confines she licked her lips in anticipation.
"You looking at me like that isn't going to allow for me to last too long," he warned her.
"I'm too fucking randy to care. I just want you inside me," she told him in a low voice. His cock twitched at that and caused her to grin. "Showers. Now." She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards them. Well, it would have been pulling, but he was just as eager as she was and was obediently following along.
Thank Merlin for the magic in these showers, Ginny thought as she turned on the tap and the already warm water shot out. She stepped into the spray and pulled Harry tight against her. She moaned against his lips again combined with the feel of his body pressed up against hers.
Skin to skin contact is what she needed. She missed it so much, and they'd only had shy of four months together this past summer, and only two of those involved sex. Coming back to school just after discovering how truly amazing sex was had not been a great call. Her hand had a work-out almost every night. She'd had to give it break every few nights and make do with grinding it out against one of her pillows. It certainly didn't help that their letters back and forth were growing more bold with every passing week.
"I'm ready for you," she told him.
He wasted no time pressing her back against the side of the shower and grabbing under her legs. It took a few attempts but finally he slipped inside her and they both cried out from the pleasure of it.
"Oh, fuck yes!" she cried as he started moving inside her. His thrusts were pointed and fast. She could tell that he wasn't going to last long, as promised. But she knew that the would make up for it. "Gods you feel so good," she said through clenched teeth.
The sound of the water slapping as their bodies came together over and over again was like music to her ears. She didn't care if he got his finish quickly while he was inside her like this, she just needed to feel him pounding into her again. It was the best feeling ever.
"Ginny," he said in a warning voice.
"Yes, cum for me," she said immediately.
It was only a few more thrusts before he was spilling himself inside her. "Jesus, fuck," he gasped. "Oh, I missed being inside you."
He was still thrusting inside her, with much lest gusto than before. "Use your mouth, please," she begged.
He pressed his lips against hers. The kiss didn't have as much passion behind it as she wanted, his satisfaction could be felt in it. She could tell his desperation was gone, but hers was still there consuming her.
A growl rose in her throat, but before the sound came out he started kissing his way down her body, and as his dick slid out of her, so that growl was swallowed. His lips moved to her breasts and his hand to her folds. Ginny bit her lip and rested her head back against the shower wall, just riding the sensations and bucking against his hand.
If he kept this up she was expecting a fantastic finish that would turn her into a puddle on the floor.
He sucked her breast into his mouth and pulled back slowly, his teeth gently biting around her nipple and causing her to cry out from the obscure pleasure of it. He lavished one of her breasts with his attention, then turned to the other to do the same.
"Mine," she heard him growl and that caused her to get even more turned on than she was.
"I'm yours," she gasped and bucked harder down on his fingers.
He kissed down her belly and she sucked in a breath, knowing what was about to happen.
When his lips found her clit she made a sound she didn't even know she was capable of. It was somewhere between a cry of surprise and a growl, but high pitched.
Even with the heat of the shower she felt the hot air of his laugh against her and his tongue vibrated from it. His amazing tongue. It moved in a perfect circular motion in time with his fingers that were still thrusting into her.
Then he slipped in another finger as well and her eyes went wide at the feeling.
It was so good.
So incredibly good.
There was a powerful pressure collecting right near where he was doing all this amazing work and she could feel it growing and about to burst.
Her hand went to the back of his head as her whole body finally let go and she screamed her finish.
Ginny's brain had completely turned to mush. Her eyes were closed, her mouth hanging open and her muscles relaxing at a rate that very much could actually have her collapsing into a puddle on the floor.
Harry stood up then and wrapped his arms around her, keeping her in place. He hugged her to his front and she rested her cheek against his chest while she regained her senses.
"Amazing," she whispered.
"You're amazing," he said with a kiss to the top of her head.
"I miss you so much," she said and hugged him tighter.
He gave a kiss to the top of her head. "It isn't a walk in the park for me either. But I'll do what I can to keep meeting up with you like this."
"You better," she smiled with a kiss over his heart.
"I must say," he murmured after a few moments of them simply standing there hugging under the spray. "I do like this showering together business."
"Mmm," she hummed. "I imagine it could save on time if we were to wash each other's backs."
"I don't think we'd be saving any time if we're showering together. Wouldn't be able to stop myself from ravishing you every time."
"You wouldn't hear me complaining." Then a thought occurred to her and she dipped her hand down between them. His body tensed slightly as she grasped him in her hand. He wasn't completely flaccid but was growing firmer under her touch. "Remember that time by the pond? When we woke up spooning?"
"The time George saw me naked?" he chuckled. His member shook in her hand with his laugh.
Ginny grasped him a little harder, then softer, trying to find a way of holding him like this that was just how he liked. He stopped chuckling and gave a soft exhale of pleasure through his nose.
"Remember how you wanted to try and take me from behind?" she continued.
"Are you saying-. Here?" There was an eagerness in his tone. He was absolutely willing to try.
"I could definitely go for a second. And I think you're… up… for it."
"Oh, I am most certainly up for it," he tilted her chin up and gave her a firm kiss.
She gave him a proper kiss back and then pushed him back gently before turning around and bracing herself up against the stall wall, rising up on her toes and essentially presenting herself for him.
Not even essentially.
She was presenting herself for him.
Harry didn't waste much time either. He held on to her hip with one hand, and himself with the other.
It took more tries to line up this way than it had when she was facing him, but he got it in the end.
She gasped. It felt so different from this angle. Deeper somehow.
Their pattern of movement took some trial and error to establish but eventually he was sliding in and out of her with ease and determination once more.
The determination bit was getting her hot again. Whether she could cum from this position she wasn't sure, but the rate with which he was slamming into her was certainly making her cry out with pleasure.
"Fuck, this feels good," he whispered.
All she could do to agree was give a moan.
Then there was the abrupt sound of the curtain being pulled to the side and a wand pointed at them.
"Hermione!" Ginny called out in shock and ripped the curtain from the girls hand, attempting to cover she and Harry up a bit.
"Oh my God!" Hermione gasped. "I thought-"
It didn't matter what she thought though, clearly the sex was over for this evening.
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Grimmauld Place
She was making that face again, the one where her eyes were closed, her mouth was open and her expression was telling me she was taking a lot; and liking it. It was usually the face she gave the first time he pushed inside her.
He liked seeing that face.
Harry slid his hand under her leg and pulled it up so that she would wrap her legs around him. When she did that he always went deeper and got a good amount of pressure against her clit.
Once fully sheathed inside her nice hot opening her head rocked back and her back arched up off the bed.
Ginny had made her intentions for their evening well and clear by lighting the candles around the room, but that didn't mean she was immediately ready for him to be where he was now. He knew how to get his wife ready though.
Wife.
It still made him happy when he used that word.
Right now he was balls deep inside his wife, and she was slowly growing accustomed to the size of him.
The way she braced herself made him feel enormous, and that was very good for his ego.
He gave a twirl of his hips and she purred beneath him.
He grinned against her, his mouth buried in the crook of her neck and giving a few hard nips and sucks that always made her shudder with pleasure.
He was looking to get her off a few times tonight. When she had multiples from his cock, that was when he felt like a winner.
Again and again he twirled his hips, his hand riding lower and lower until he was grabbing a hand full of her bum cheek. Kneading her there and slowly working his fingers back until he was grazing them softly against that other opening of hers.
She shivered against him but made no move to stop.
Gradually he applied more pressure there until one of his finger tips slipped through that tightness and she clenched around him, at both entrances. Harry lifted his head to capture her lips and she moaned against his mouth.
She liked this. It always made her cum faster and harder.
Her thrusts against him now involved a lot more of pushing back against his finger so it would slip a little bit more inside her.
"Aunt Ginny, are you okay?" a little voice asked beside them. "Is Uncle Harry hurting you?"
Having his little Godson in the room was shocking enough. Having him seeing them shagging was something else.
"Teddy!" Harry yelled out in surprise and scrambled to pull himself out of Ginny with-out causing injury to either of them. "What are you doing here?"
As if having him in the room alone wasn't a mood killer, watching the little boys face morph into that face he made when he was both sad and scared was enough to make Harry lose wood fast.
"Teddy, honey. It's okay," Ginny assured Teddy as Harry climbed off the bed on the others side to pull on his pajama bottoms and walk Teddy back to his room.
It was a safe bet to assume that these candles would be blown out by the time he got back.
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Borrow Linen Closet
If he'd known trying to get her knocked up would have meant getting to shag her in all sorts of different locations at all times of the day then he would have suggested they start trying ages ago.
It wasn't like they hadn't shagged at The Burrow before, but when she'd appeared before him outside the second floor loo and promptly pulled him into the linen closet he was surprised, but gave no protest.
"Gin," he said her name in warning and worry against her lips.
"Hush you," was all the response he received as she pulled at his trousers.
"Gin, I don't know if I can," he warned her. He felt like he was losing his man card by admitting it, but they were in her mothers new linen closet with their entire family outside. Surely someone would notice their disappearance.
"Oh, I'm sure I can change your mind on that," she purred and sunk down to her knees.
Before he could properly brace himself against the shelves, her mouth was on him.
She'd been so randy lately too. He didn't know whether it was because she was eager to start a family or if all of their kinky fuckery they were getting up to here, there and everywhere was exciting her as much as it was him.
Her hot mouth enclosing around his cock quickly stopped any other protest he could come up with. It turned his brain off entirely.
Her hands cupped his balls, massaging and tugging on them slightly. As his cock grew to full length she kept taking in as much in her mouth as possible.
She'd learned quite a few tricks over the years and they were both still figuring out exactly what worked for him, and he was having a lot of enjoyment figuring it out too. Right now she was sucking him off, her tongue working along the underside while he felt the pull of her making the swallowing movement with her cheeks and the added pressure. Once he was at full mast her hand joined in.
It was dark in here but looking down he could make out her form from the strip of light under the door. He loved the sight of her taking him in with her mouth.
"Ginny," he whispered in warning. Too much longer and there was zero chance this might get her pregnant from this round.
She gave him one more long lick and stood up. She was wearing a skirt today, easy access she'd told him before they left the house with a wink.
The question he'd had was whether there were any knickers on under that skirt. Either way, he knew she loved it when he simply pulled the fabric of them to the side. Gave her some thrill over the urgency with which he needed to be inside her.
As his hand came up between her milky thighs he felt the fabric there and rubbed that special spot between her legs until she purred and hoisted herself up onto the shelf behind her. Their lips met as he fumbled with her knickers.
She managed to get his tongue in her mouth and gave that a good hard suck as well.
His erection bobbed against her at that feel, protesting that it was his tongue that was getting that attention now. That protesting ended as it slid inside her.
The position could have been a difficult one to maintain, but Ginny had her legs up, braced on either side of him against the door frame.
He gave a few long, slow strokes inside her, enjoying the difference in feeling of the fresh air versus her wet heat squeezing around him.
"Harry," she warned.
He smirked.
She didn't want it nice and slow, she wanted him to fuck her while focusing only on his ending. But doing it like this made him torture her a bit. A pleasurable torture that she couldn't get too angry over.
He did enjoy getting her angry at him every now and then. When she was worked up they had pretty fantastic sex.
"You saying you want it fast and hard?"
"I'm expecting some destruction happening to these shelves," she informed him.
"So then, not like this?" he asked, burying himself deep inside her and rocking his hips while his fingers dug into her arse cheeks.
She whimpered in response.
Suddenly there was a fresh breeze and a hell of a lot more light as the door behind him opened and he froze. His eyes popped open and he saw Ginny reflecting his shocked expression right back at him.
Then there was a squeak and the door slammed back shut.
That squeak was certainly not belonging to any of the kids. Which meant they couldn't fake explain what had just happened to whomever it was that caught them.
He pulled back and adjusted Ginny's knickers before pulling up his trousers.
It was as he feared. Upon opening the door they were greeted by the sight of Molly Weasley standing on the other side. And there was only so much he could do to try and defuse the berating bomb that was about to go off inside her.
"Er, hi mum," Harry said. 'Mum' was something he only ever called her on special occasions. It wasn't an intentional thing, it mostly came out when he was feeling emotional. Deadly embarrassed was an emotion.
"You two," she said with a clenched jaw, pointing her finger at them in accusation. "There is a time and a place, and at mine on Sunday Dinner is not it. Certainly not in my closet!" She was growing louder with each word.
"We're really sorry," he started. Then the excuses for their behaviour started tumbling out. He apologized over and over, saying they should have waited until they got home, but they had to take every opportunity that they had at this time of the month for Ginny. He heard Ginny mention something about how her temperature was ideal and they needed to take advantage or they might have missed out.
"Wait," Molly raised up her hand. "Are you two trying?" She looked down at Ginny's belly, as though there would be some way to count the number of viable embryos inside her.
"We… didn't want to say anything," Ginny told her.
"Oh!" Molly didn't look the least bit upset with them anymore. "That's wonderful! Oh, well, if it is that time in your cycle then you better get back in there." She took them both by the arm and guided them back into the closet. "I'll just grab this," she took a cloth from the shelf and began backing away, "and leave you to it. Harry, you've got about ten minutes until dinner is ready." Then she shut the door, closing them in.
"Uh…" Harry wasn't sure what to do now. Having your mother-in-law knowing what you were getting up to in her linen closet wasn't the best way to get wood.
"Well, mommy says," Ginny said in amusement, and her hands went back to his trousers.
"Ginny!" he protested.
"What? You were up for it a minute ago," she shrugged and kept going.
"Yeah, I don't know if I can now! She knows what we're doing, that changes my mood a bit."
Ginny seemed to take that as a challenge. "I bet I can change your mind on that. Actually," she looked down and took him in her hand once more, "it's just his head I need to change."
She dropped to her knees once more and took him completely in her mouth once more.
All protests completely left him. She was right, he was powerless to her ministrations. If your wife was willing to deep throat you in a linen closet it didn't much matter who knew you were getting up to some mischief. Once your cock is in their mouth nothing else matters.
It wasn't long before he was fully hard again. This time she wasn't looking for him to earn his final release after saying a proper hello to her business either. She was going to town on him with her mouth and hand.
She was giving him fast strokes with her hand and slow torturous strokes with her mouth, concentrating on lavishing plenty of attention on his head. It felt amazing.
After a few minutes of that he started feeling the clenching sensations that made his balls tug upwards on their own and indicated that his finish was close.
"Ginny," he warned.
But that made her hum. Humming just made her mouth and tongue vibrate against him and caused a long groan to emanate from his mouth.
She had less than a minute, and that was if he really concentrated on holding back.
She'd always been a bit of a minx, and played quite the seduction game, but it was more teasing. This was something else.
A blow job at her parents while her mother was downstairs knowing they were getting up to funny business. It was messed up, yet somehow hot; knowing that someone knew exactly what they were getting up to.
Well, not exactly because he was about to cum in her mouth in five seconds now.
No!
His fist found its way into her hair and gave a tug. Her yelp was muffled with his cock in her mouth, but she slipped it out immediately and let him pull her to a standing position, then let him pin her up against the door this time. She also let him rip her knickers and force his way inside her.
From her responding groan and thrusts back she was more than letting him pound out his finish inside of her, because he was right at the precipice and knew how much she liked it when he really gave it to her.
When his orgasm rocked through his body he fought to swallow the guttural yell of pleasure that he wanted to let out and nearly dislocated his jaw in the process.
"Merlin. Jesus. Fuck!" he exclaimed when he was done. Properly done, that orgasm made him want to crumple onto the floor for a very uncomfortable nap.
"I know how you like it," Ginny purred in his ear and gave a tug on his earlobe with her teeth.
That just caused him to groan again and nearly drop her.
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Sex on the Beach
Ginny couldn't help giggling. It wasn't funny, what they were doing, it was just a bit naughty. They were out in the open, in public. Except it was dark and they were on an abandoned beach. There was no one to see them.
Harry had been very keen on the idea.
Usually when it was someone else's turn to host the entertainment night for the kids that they did with her brothers and their wives once a month it meant that the two of them were going to be locked away in their bedroom busting out that special drawer of toys.
This wasn't a terrible alternative.
They hadn't done this before.
And he'd done what he could to make it more comfortable for them too. There was a warming spell over their immediate area and a cushioning charm on the sand beneath them.
Sitting astride him on the beach and feeling the gentle warm breeze on her back and against her bare breasts was quite the liberating experience. Feeling it while she was riding up and down on her husbands cock made it all the better. He got so deep inside her in this position, that or he was just more turned on and felt so much thicker, like how he got when he was just about to cum.
She could swear that he grew even more when he was moments away from finishing inside her, whether her mouth, her pussy or the other location, he always got bigger right near the end, and he was plenty a satisfying size before that.
Here on this beach she was doing what she could to massage him into nirvana, with-out the use of her hands. Up and down in different strokes, sometimes the full length of him, sometimes just the tip, getting to the point of him almost sliding out of her and then fully sheathing him again and giving a few pumps with him deep inside her.
It felt incredible, and his responding moans told her he felt the same way.
It wasn't going to last though, her stamina in this position could allow her to keep it up for only a few minutes. But turning herself around and doing the same thing, but facing away from him, somehow that position would allow her to carry on.
Ginny pulled up and turned to face the other way, towards the sea, and sat astride him once more. She grabbed ahold of his length with her hand and gave a few pumps before guiding him back inside her.
"Oh, fuck yes," came his whispered appreciation.
They both enjoyed this position very much.
Leaning back with her hands braced on her heels she rode him. He felt deep in the other position, in this position he felt like he could have used her like a puppet. She certainly didn't feel quite in control of herself when she rode him reverse cowgirl like this.
Each full thrust had the head of him pressing against a spot deep inside her that that had her impersonating a revving engine.
His hands came up to her sides, his knees rose up as well, and she grinned.
He was going to the taking control now. That meant that she was free to use one of her hands due to his added support at her hips.
Her right hand rose off her heel and went straight to her clit.
While riding him did feel incredible she needed that extra bit of help finding her finish. Desperately pawing at her own clit while he started aggressively thrusting into her from beneath was making her lose complete control of her senses.
The world started spinning with each thrust and hard circle from her finger, and both those things were happening at rapid pace.
Then her brain broke apart and an explosion of pleasure rocked through her entire being.
She vaguely heard his profanity and encouragement from behind her while he kept up his thrusting into her now incredibly tight and wet pussy, and then he too lost it.
Thank goodness the roar of the sea was enough to drown them out, because otherwise their finishing screams would most certainly have carried back to Shell Cottage.
Once Harry was done riding out his finish he collapsed back against the sand and she lay back against his chest.
There were no words needed. At this point they could each tell when the other had a fantastic orgasm, and this time they both won that race.
"Sand," Harry said when he caught his breath again, "is not awesome."
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Shower Sex
He had been passing the bathroom when he heard the shower running and had an idea.
The kids were all out of the house right now. It was a rare occasion that the two of them had the house to themselves with little else to do, now that Teddy was done with school and living with them until he saved up for his own place.
It was also a rare occasion now that Ginny was taking the opportunity to have a long shower.
He wouldn't mind making it an extra long shower.
Slipping into the bathroom, he closed the door quietly and stripped off his clothes with an eager smile on his face. As carefully as possible he pulled the curtain aside, trying not to let the rings at the top move and give away that he was there.
It was a reward to him having her jump at his touch. It was only his initial touch that made her jump, it was followed by a small chuckle before she moved backwards to press her back against his chest and rest her head on his shoulder.
"Couldn't resist joining me then?" she teased, rubbing her bum back against him.
"I've never been able to resist you," he told her and kissed her shoulder, his hands coming up to cup her breasts, kneading them both. They were so soft, so heavy. He loved her breasts. He kept one hand firmly attached to one while the other moved down her stomach to the other part of her that he loved so much. He bypassed her clit and went straight to slipping two fingers inside of her.
It earned him a sharp inhale from her that made her breast feel even firmer in his hand.
"Been a while since we did it like this," he murmured as she started moving against his fingers. It was causing her to also move against his erection was nicely settled between her bum cheeks now.
"You won't find me stopping you," Ginny told him. She reached back and grabbed his hips, pulling them firmer against her and making a point of her movements against him now.
"No, it's usually other things that get in the way. But right now," he dipped down so his cock slid between her legs and he felt it come to rest against the back of his fingers, "there's no one home to hear us."
"What are you waiting for then?" She leaned forwards under the spray of the shower, presenting herself for him.
He slipped his fingers out of her and moved his hand around to grasp himself. They'd tried this angle before and it took a bit of finesse to get it right, but once he was inside her it was easy to keep up.
Circling his head around her she gasped and wiggled a bit when it found the wrong entrance first. Harry couldn't help twitching and wishing that was on the menu right now. Sadly she wasn't nearly prepped for that option this time around. Instead he lowered himself and found her receptive entrance, sliding into her and pulling out almost all the way a few times to tease her, then bucking all the way in in one fell swoop.
She cried out the way she always did when he was deep inside her at this angle. He grinned at the sound of it. She really liked getting taken like this, and he really liked giving it to her.
The light in the room and the view before him caused the blood to rush in his ears. It was carnal the way he took her like this. It made him feel properly manly and he loved it.
He set a rhythm, a fast pace that caused him to clench his teeth as he pounded into her.
"Oh! Ooo," she moaned, "yeah. Like that."
A smug smirk came to his lips from the pride of making her respond that way. "Yeah? Like that?" And he started going harder and faster. The slapping noise from them joining together at this pace was magnified tenfold from the water.
"Oh! Fuck!" she cried out. "Yes. Oh, keep doing that!"
He wasn't going to last long in this position. Fucking her like this always caused him to cum hard and fast. He knew she loved it like this but getting her off in this position wasn't something they'd been able to achieve. He was convinced that if he did get her off like this she'd likely squirt out her cum and he so wanted to see that one day. It would be a victory like none other.
"Harry. H-Harry," she started trembling.
He couldn't believe it. She was actually starting to clench around him. He could feel her tensing up as he continued to bang into her at his rapid-fire pace.
She kept crying out his name, growing louder and less coherent. Her fist slammed against one of the tiles and he was nearly forced out of her from how tight she grew around him. A rush of warmth was felt against his cock and he kept thrusting into that tightness. The way he was being squeezed inside her now caused him to shoot off with a loud cry that was more like a roar.
He could hardly catch his breath, let alone manage standing.
Coming down from that orgasm made him dizzy. Dizzy enough that he wound up laying down in the tub and pulling her with him to the porcelain.
"I don't, I can't even," she gasped in her post orgasmic haze.
He couldn't even either. All he could do was shake his head back and forth and bask in the after glow as the shower continued to rain down the lovely warm water on them.
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AN- There, some semi-plotless smut for you all. Hope I met, or exceeded, your expectations.