For Breanie who requested a follow-up to our Ginuary Bingo prompt in which Ginny makes mention of getting sweaty after swallowing something ;D

This is just smut.

And your welcome.

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Cooling Off To Sweat It Out

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The few extra pints they had after finishing the five mile Toga Run, where they had a total of five pints during the run, were the reason the two of them were nearly tripping over each other and giggling about it as Harry let them into his flat.

They'd received a few funny looks on their way through the streets of London due to their chosen attire, but they didn't care, it was too amusing to see the expressions on the passers by.

Now that they were in his flat and alone again Ginny hoped that Harry had enough time to sober up so he could be of some use to her right now with the plans she had in mind. Running around all day in only a bedsheet over her strapless bra and spanky pants had garnered her some interested looks from other men and she wasn't too modest to admit to herself that she'd liked it.

Harry was the only man for her, always had been, but getting so many looks of appreciation and interest made her feel special and sexy. It helped put her in a mood. And considering they'd been out all day and she'd been getting those looks all day, well it had been making her rub her thighs together with want and anticipation of getting Harry alone again to take the edge off.

And she wanted to take the edge off a few times now with how worked up she was.

"Did you want to go first with the shower, or me?" Harry asked and started pulling apart the knot that held his bed sheet up over his shoulder.

"Yes," she purred as she stood with her back to the door while she watched him de-togafy himself.

He turned to look at her, giving her a side profile view of him slowly undressing. There was a slightly confused expression on his face that caused this line to appear between his eyebrows. She loved that line and loved to give a kiss right over that line every time she was close enough to him when it appeared.

"Er, so, does that mean me, or you?" he asked.

Clearly, someone had a little more sobering up to do.

Ginny gave a chuckle and pushed herself off the door, dropping her gladiator sandals and tugging down the sheet where it was bunched up over her one shoulder. Harry's eyes went immediately to her bra and a vacant expression took over his face.

Three years they'd been shagging now and he'd seen her body in all sorts of undress and yet he still behaved like he'd never seen her breasts before. It was endearing. And it too made her feel wanted and sexy.

She stood before him and shimmied out of the bedsheet toga the rest of the way, pushing it down her thighs and standing with a dramatic flourish. "Take me to your bathing room, you Adonis of a Roman warrior," she mooned and wrapped her hands around his neck, bringing her lips crashing to his.

It was meant to lead to a passionate snog that continued as they crashed their way down the hall needing the support of the wall in certain spots due to their desperation for each other being overpowering. What actually happened though was the two of them having an issue keeping their lips together because of the drunken laughter while Harry attempted to stumble his way out of his own toga.

"Alright," Ginny pulled back after a minute and let him use all his limited faculties to get properly undressed. "Meet me in your bathroom," she rolled her eyes, a smile still on her lips.

He was right behind her when she got into the bathroom and pulled back the shower curtain just far enough to turn on the water and wait for it to get to the right temperature. While she had one hand in the spray, Harry was running his hands over her back and down to her waist, slipping his fingers under the waist band of her spanky pants and pulling them down.

Ginny gave a bit of a yelp as she felt his mouth on her bum.

"Did you just bite me?" she turned to look down at him crouched to the floor behind her.

He gave her a sloppy grin, "maybe. Can you blame me? This arse has been waved in my face all day!"

He stood up and she turned to face him. "And here I thought you were a bigger fan of my breasts."

Harry hugged her to him and lay a kiss on her shoulder as she felt his hands sneak up to the catch on her bra. "Oh, don't worry. I'll bite those too." The catch came loose and he flung it to the floor at the corner of the room. "Wouldn't want them to get jealous."

Ginny's smile grew wide as he lowered himself to bury his face in her chest. She'd never understand his fascination with them, particularly since they weren't all that big, but it did feel good when he paid them all kinds of attention. A kiss, a touch, a massage. Sometimes after he'd had a long day at work he'd hug her close and just bury his face in her chest like her breasts were allowing himself to switch gears from his high stress job to his lovely home life.

She loved being the person he did that with.

But right now she had plans for him, and they involved them getting in that shower and washing the sweat off first.

"If we get in the shower now, I'll let you wash them," she offered.

He gave a moan that she felt vibrate though her right breast, then he pulled back and immediately stepped into the tub. The spray had barely reached her scalp when his lathered hands were back on her breasts and she let out a chuckle. She turned so her back was pressed up against his front and happily let him carry on while she grabbed the soap herself and reached behind her with a good amount of lather in her hands and started stroking him as well.

His lips came down to the nape of her neck then and he let out a groan.

She continued to stroke him there, making sure to get every nook and cranny, massaging his testicles and paying a good amount of attention to each before encircling her fingers around his growing shaft and giving good slow strokes to his tip, it taking longer and longer each time.

"Gin," he whispered in his pleasure.

A shiver ran through her despite the hot water coming down on them. She loved hearing him say her name like that. His only thoughts in his pleasured moments being of her made her feel powerful, and wet.

Turning around she stepped out of the spray, continuing to stroke him and making sure to get all traces of the soap washed away.

His eyes were closed as she worked him over with her hand. But her hand wasn't what she wanted him to get the most pleasure from. Grabbing the washcloth from its hook on the wall she walked him back to the far end of the tub and he nearly tripped as he lowered himself down to sit on the ledge of the bath with his back against the wall.

"Gin, you don't have-"

"Shut-up Harry," she said in a warning voice as she lowered herself down onto her knees between his legs. Her damned noble boyfriend still didn't understand that his pleasure was her pleasure and she wanted this. "I'm going to suck you off in here, and then you are going to take me into your room and lick my clit until I scream. And then," she leaned down and gave him a good long lick on the underside of his shaft that had his ab muscles clenching, "you're going to fuck me until I'm good and sweaty again. Understood?"

She knew he liked it when she took charge like this, she could tell by how he'd just grown a bit in girth.

"Yeah," he panted.

"You like me being bossy like that?" she teased and gave him another long lick, her tongue circling his sensitive head.

He nodded.

"I couldn't hear that," she taunted.

"Yeah, yeah. I heard you," he said quickly.

"Say it," she commanded. "Tell me what we're going to do."

She had taken him in her mouth before he'd responded. He gave another groan before answering. "You're going to suck me off, then I'm going to fuck you on the bed," he said quickly and gave another groan.

She bobbed her head on him a few times, taking him in as far as she could without gagging and pulled all the way back, letting him slip out of her mouth with an audible 'pop'. "You forgot something," she said in a sing-song voice.

"Your clit!" he said desperately. "I'm going to go down on you, make you scream. Oh! Yeah! Yeah, like that!" he nearly growled as she went back to work on him.

Getting him off using her mouth she'd nailed down to a science. She knew what he liked, even if he was too shy to admit it.

Not that all guys were the same, but she'd seen enough porn to know that the more verbal and visual it is, the easier it is to make a guy cum. Well, Harry tended to close his eyes when he was really enjoying things, so Ginny got comfortable being vocal.

Humming and moaning as she sucked him off really got him going and stroking him just right. With her hand grasped around the base of him cock she pumped in quick strokes, her mouth though was going slower as she bobbed it up and down, focusing on no more than his head with her lips.

She'd seen him wank before, back in the beginning stages of their physical relationship. They were each others firsts and had been open with each other enough to try almost anything, usually with her prompting. It was easy to tell that he was excited by the new sexual adventures. Watching him wank though, she'd barely been able to see his hand it was going so fast, particularly when he was close to his finish. She didn't think her hand could move that fast.

She stroked him with her hand as fast as she could and sucked him off until her mouth got sore.

When she pulled back to give her mouth a break she looked up at him and saw that expression on his face that told her he was getting close. Her hand moved up to focus her strokes on that part where his shaft met his head and she make her strokes quicker there.

"You like that?" she nearly growled at him. The wanton tone was more a part she was playing to try and match how he must be wanting to cum right then.

"Oh, fuck yes!" he panted.

"You like me sucking you off in the shower? How I've been thinking about doing this since we finished the run hours ago?" Her hand slipped lower on his shaft so she could take him in her mouth again.

"Yes! Ginny!" His hips lurched forwards a bit to thrust into her mouth more and she had to brace herself with one hand on the tiled wall. "Yeah, I'm so close!"

She was careful to keep her pace with her hand and mouth at this point. His fingers raked through her hair and she felt them clench around it to grab a fistful in an attempt to gain some control over himself.

Ginny didn't want him to gain any control though, she wanted him to lose control. Those were the best orgasms.

She felt him tense, his leg muscles added more pressure against her shoulders and then came the warm strands of cum along the top of her mouth.

'Good boy,' she thought as she kept working her mouth and hand over him while he rode out his orgasm. She slowed down her strokes and made sure to give one final lick to his head that had him give a lurch from the sensitive spot just under the head.

Her eyes locked on his and she made sure he saw her swallow.

The dazed and lustful look in his eyes was her reward for a job well done. She leaned down and gave one more kiss to the tip of his head and stood up to finish showering the day off of her. She was quick about it and was stepping out onto the bathmat just as Harry had recuperated enough to stand up again.

"I'll be waiting for you in your bedroom," Ginny called out after she'd dried off and walked stark naked to Harry's room.

Ever so slowly she'd left more and more of her belongings over here. Each time she wondered if she was toeing the line of his comfort level with the idea that they might one day permanently live together. But then recently she came into his room and found he'd added another dresser for all of her things, and even put a few of his shirts in there that he knew she liked to pull on as a pajama top.

The look he'd had on his face when she explained that it wasn't the same if they didn't smell like him; it was a mixture of bewilderment and adoring love. He was still like that sometimes, like he didn't understand how she could love him so much, or how her family had completely accepted him as one of their own.

It just made him all the more lovable.

Right now, she wanted a different kind of loving from him though.

She crawled onto the bed and lay back across it diagonally, her body was happy to have this little reprieve after all the running and walking they'd gotten up to today, but the need between her legs was calling out for Harry to get the fuck over here and start working her over with his tongue.

That boy had gotten quite proficient with his tongue over the past few years. The first time he'd gone down on her neither of them had really known what was going on; he didn't know what he was doing and she didn't know how to direct him to make it better. He'd been bound and determined to make it good for her though and they'd taken it slow, trying everything he could think of to get the reaction he wanted from her.

Now it was to the point that she was nearly desperate for him to use his tongue on her all the time. Merlin, he was good with his tongue.

"Now that is a lovely sight to see at the end of the day," Harry said as he stood in the doorway.

Ginny smiled, her eyes still closed to savor the comfort of the mattress. "It feels good too. Now how about you come and join me?"

She felt the shift of the mattress as he climbed onto it, and the feel of him climbing over her instead of coming to lay beside her. His arms came up beside her waist and she wrapped her legs around him to stop any further movement up her body, instead she pushed him back so that he would be lined up with where she actually wanted him to go.

His hot breath met her navel with his soft chuckles at her directing him like this.

"Are you asking for something?" he teased.

"You know what I want," she told him straight.

"And I know how much you like it." He leaned down and gave a kiss to the apex of her thigh.

"What can I say? You've got a very talented tongue."

In a quick move he latched his mouth onto her clit and gave a firm suck that had her writhing, not with pleasure so much as surprise. "Harry!" she chastised him.

More of his hot breathed chuckles were felt against her and he apologized by giving her a good going over, massaging her folds with firm and rotating swipes. He did that to lull her into relaxation. A sigh of contentment left her mouth while he worked her over. He delved his tongue inside her a few times and she couldn't help rocking back against his mouth in time with his penetrations. Then he went in to focus on the actual target of this event.

Her hips couldn't help rolling in the opposite direction of how he swiped his tongue over her clit. It was like waves were rocking the bed how she felt when he did this. It felt so good that her brain went all fuzzy and she couldn't help pulling to mind all the dirty scenes in every harlequin romance story she'd ever read. Every mental image of some slightly savage, but heavily muscled and somehow redeemable, man taking a passion-filled woman in every way he pleased. Each mental image coupled with these shockwaves of pleasure that were shooting through her from what Harry was doing was pushing her towards her first orgasm of the night.

She couldn't help how much it drove her wild with Harry's tongue on her and these pornographic images flashing through her mind. She kept picturing Harry taking her in all these adventurous ways too. Harry wrapped his arms around her thighs to still her gyrating hips and she whimpered from the loss of control.

He applied more pressure to her clit and she arched her back to attempt to gain some control over herself again. She wanted it so badly and her body was growing so sensitive to every touch and whisper of air moving over any part of her body. A shift of movement from him would cause warm air to graze along her side and make her shiver.

A huff of hot air from his mouth against her sex told her he was quite satisfied with himself for how he had her panting already. His hands moved from around her thighs up to her breasts. She fisted her own hands under the pillows above her head as he started palming her there and playing with her nipples.

She growled though. That was distracting her from the feel of what he was doing with his mouth. That was her focus right now. He could play with her all he wanted after she came.

Thankfully he didn't need more instruction than her growl to stop what he was doing and pay attention only to her clit.

It was building now too. She could feel all the nerve endings in her body collecting and swelling at that spot right under where Harry was working her over.

"Yes, yeah! Yeah, like that," she panted. "Don't change it. Yes, yes, like that." The words started coming out of her mouth with-out even noticing what it was she was saying.

Then the damn broke and an explosion of pleasure shot through her entire body, shooting outwards from her core and charging up her spine until she was crying out and praying that he would keep on going at the same pace he was until she rode it out completely.

Her eyes rolled back behind her lids and she relaxed once more into the mattress as Harry started slowing down.

There were two after effects of having a truly wonderful orgasm and that was for her to want to fall asleep immediately or she would get all kinds of energy.

This one was the sleepy kind.

Harry was kissing his way up her body and settled in beside her to spend a little extra attention to her breasts, but in the state she was in it didn't even phase her. He could do whatever he wanted to her right now so long as he didn't expect her to reciprocate in any way shape or form until her energy level came back some.

It felt pretty nice actually. Made her more sleepy.

Ginny gave a start as she was rocked sideways by Harry moving on the bed. He was coming back to the bed. She must have fallen asleep, but it was still light out so it couldn't have been for very long.

He was holding a glass of ice water and offering it to her.

She gave a yawn and a stretch before sitting up and taking the glass from him. He lay back, still completely starkers, just how she liked him.

Her first sip was refreshing. She felt ready for their next round.

She had mentioned something about getting sweaty with him, and though that last orgasm certainly had her hot she hadn't broken a sweat over it.

Harry lay back and she moved to straddle him around the middle before taking another sip.

She was teasingly nonchalant about how her hips were now moving over his own and she could feel his interest being renewed once more.

Taking another sip from the glass, an ice cube came to meet her lips and she recalled one of those magazine articles she'd read about various sex acts. Ice Cubing was something they hadn't played with yet. They'd licked several different things off each other, but this would be a completely different sensation.

Popping the ice cube into her mouth she set the glass back on the headboard, leaning over him in such a way that her breasts were pressed into his face and he pulled her nipple into his mouth. Ginny smiled and took the ice cube out of her mouth, sucking off the residual water, then pushed back from him. Harry gave a whine of protest but cut himself off when she pressed the ice cube to his lips.

She ran it all over his lips, biting her own bottom lip between her teeth as she did so.

He looked intrigued.

Once she was satisfied his lips had been cooled enough she lowered herself down once more, and once again he latched onto her nipple.

"Oh!" it was an odd sensation. She needed to stop herself from flinching away from his lips. They were so cold and on such a sensitive part of her flesh. Her nipple was immediately erect. It didn't take long before it was simply the heat from his own body that was left, and the ice in her hand was quickly becoming nothing more than water.

Pulling back from him again she took the shard of ice that remained and trailed it down his neck, watching the tendons in his neck clench as he tensed from the feeling. She wanted to giggle at his reaction, instead she decided to lick up the trail of water that was leading down to the nape of his neck.

This was a spot that she knew would set him off if she paid attention to it. Sure enough, only a few moments of licking and sucking slightly and she felt his manhood move from six to noon and press firmly against her own sex.

He flipped them over and was inside her before she could react properly so the only thing she could do was gasp. He grinned down at her, she could see he was proud of himself for surprising her like that.

She didn't mind in the least as he started thrusting into her.

Ginny's head was hanging half off the bed and something about the angle and the lack of proper blood flow in this position was making everything more somehow. He was thrusting into her like he was searching only for his second finish of the night and she always loved it when he used her for his own needs.

In fact, there was another position that she knew he liked quite a bit, but would usually only do it if offered.

Pushing on his shoulder he took the hint and came up onto his knees, slipping out of her and allowing her to get on all fours, facing the pillows and presenting herself for him. She looked back at him with a coy expression and saw he was grinning at her.

They both hissed with pleasure as he slipped inside her once more. He was so deep when he took her this way.

He started moving but it wasn't at all as rough as she wanted. She started moving back against him and he picked up the pace, quickly crossing the line that allowed this to be classified as 'fucking'. And Merlin, did she love it when he fucked her.

A sweat was breaking out over her body now. He was clutching at her hips, her waist, his hands travelled down to grasp her breasts and pull her up towards him.

Her cry out from how deeply he was impaling her from that angle made him let go so she fell back to be on all fours, momentum not broken as he grabbed at her hips again.

"You going to cum for me again," he asked through clenched teeth and forced her back against him a little harder than before.

She wasn't. It felt incredible, but she wasn't going to be able to cum like this. He wasn't looking for affirmation though. "Spank me," she panted. She wanted rough, she wanted him to grab her hair and pull her back by it like he was dominating her.

A sharp shock hit her high thigh, followed by another one on the other side and he began speeding up the thrusts.

Her arms were giving out and she pulled a pillow forward so she could clutch it to herself for support and to bury her face in it to muffle her cries. A few more sharp slaps came down on her arse and then she felt him tense up and release with a loud groan of relief.

They stilled and held that position for a moment as they each caught their breath.

"Did I get you again?" Harry asked as he slumped down and slipped out of her to fall beside her on the bed.

"No," she admitted. "But it still felt bloody wonderful."

He gave her a lazy smile and tugged her to him. It was only a minute later and they were both fast asleep.

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