Thanks for the kind review, and yes, Catalina is a given Spanish name, it is the Spanish version of Catherine. Once again, first story, so please give me a bit of feedback!
As we reached the bedroom, I started fumbling around trying to unbutton the top of his robes, but to no avail. His firm hand cupping my waist, I felt as though I was in heaven. Slowly but surely his fingers lifted my robes by the lose satin skirt, tossing my hair around as I was liberated from it. I was now in but my camisole and underwear, but I didn't care. He was mine, all mine.
Suddenly I felt him pick me up, one hand supporting my back, the other from behind my knees, like you would a doll. I gazed up into his emerald eyes, and seeing the love there I wrapped myself closer to him, feeling his lips press against mine once again. Carrying me up to the end of the bed, he tossed me lightly up to the pillows, from where I pulled the sheets down from the pillows and down to the end of the bed to give us a bit of room. I watched in slow motion as he pulled his robes over his head and tossed them to the floor. My breath caught as I saw him in but his boxers.
I had seen him without his shirt, naturally, but not like this. He looked so muscular, so fit. He waved his wand, and the lighting in the room went out, so that I could barely make out the figure of the one that I loved so much. I felt his pressure on the bed, and soon he was above me, kissing me, his hands working with the clasp of my bra. My feet found the rim of his boxers, and I slid my feet into the elastic, sliding them down from him. My eyes were slowly adjusting from the darkness, and I saw the dim shape of him and lost my breath again. As his fingers slid my thong down from me I gasped.
He fondled me for the longest time, stroking here, touching there. Finally he reared above me, and I knew what he was about to do. I felt his lips kiss my inner thigh, and then come up to kiss me on the cheek once more.
A sharp shaft of pain aroused my senses as he entered me. Shuddering, my fingers entwined themselves in his hair, my whole body arching.
"Harry!" I called out his name, feeling the glory hold me full.
"Ginny." He whispered as he rolled off of me. My arms found their way around his torso, my chest pressed sideways against him, my breasts feeling his chest hair. With that I fell asleep, not caring that it was only seven o' clock at night.