A/N: This section will be rated M for a reason; you'll understand why upon reading it.

Not too much later, resuming the kiss, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her out of the water and toward the blanket, a volatile mixture of love and desire making for a sweet pain in his body – a pain that must be eased soon or else he would go mad. He knelt down and gently placed her on her back on the blanket, then joined her there, unwilling to have his hands and lips not touching her for more than a few seconds, if that.

Once he was holding her again, his lips found their way to her creamy throat and kissed it, lingering on the pulse point beneath her left ear. Of course, his hands were busy too, make no mistake. His right in particular, lingering near the opening to her bikini top even as he whispered passionately in her ear. His left rested near her right hip, just above the top of the bikini bottom."Gin, can I ask you something?"

"Ask, my love, ask," she whispered back, feeling warm, tingly and very aroused, not mentioning to him just yet how she was able to feel how aroused he was.

"May I … remove your bikini top? I'd love to seeyour …" His voice trailed off and she knew what he wanted to say but couldn't finish.

She simply smiled reassuringly and nodded. His eyes lit up and completed the gesture to undo the top … and his heart all but stopped at the nude beauty of her. Again, he was all but stunned speechless, but knew that actions spoke louder than words, leaning down to kiss one small but perfect breast with a baby-pink nipple and a dusting of freckles, then cradle the other in a large but gentle hand, the one which had been lingering near her right hip.

Ginny thought she would die, the ecstasy was so great as her beloved found one of her breasts with his mouth. She softly moaned as he began to gently suck, then the fingers of the other hand gently teased the nipple of the other, wanting to hold his head there but at the same time, wanting more than anything to have him do the same to her other breast … which he eventually did.

Her arousal eventually became such that she was the one who whispered to him to take off her bikini bottom. Even as much as he wanted to, Harry hesitated; it wasn't until she reached for his hand and guided it there that he managed to do it. Once it was off, his hands gently but intimately caressed her buttocks; it was pure Heaven to feel her totally naked against him.

Just the same, he was unable to suppress a soft moan when she moved sensuously against him, creating a delicious friction against his painfully hard arousal which nearly undid him. Oh gods, she's killing me …I want her so much! She then whispered passionately against his lips, "Harry, take off your swim trunks. I want to feel … all of you against me."

"Are … you … sure, Gin? You know what's likely… to happen … if I do."

"Never been more sure of anything in my life. Do it."

He needed no further encouragement, making sure to take not one second longer than absolutely necessary to prepare himself. Once he had gone back into her arms, he gasped in astonished pleasure upon feeling her hands caress his buttocks as he had hers a short time before. "Harry, love, have you any idea how beautiful a body you have? I can't count … how many times I had to … fight not to push you against a wall and snog the living daylights out of you!"

"I … may say the same for you." His words were a passionate whisper as his lips rested between her breasts and over her pounding heart. He even decided to rest his head there for a time and she lovingly stroked his thick, silky hair—then he resumed his sexy ministrations, beginning to lightly kiss and caress his way down her body until just above her pubic area.

It was then that his hand again seemed hesitant; she again guided it to its intended destination and it went from there, seeming to know instinctively what to do to give her the most pleasure despite their relative inexperience with physical love. He was unable to help smiling upon feeling how wet she was, enjoying immensely the fact that he had been the one to arouse her.

He gently explored further, finding the exquisitely sensitive spot between her legs, which seemed to part of their own accord to accommodate his hand … and if he had his way, would soon accommodate more than that. As his fingers began to gently fondle her, she began to softly moan and squirm, unable to remain still. Finally she was almost literally writhing beneath his touch and all at once he wanted nothing more than to taste her there, knowing it had to be just as sweet as the rest of her.

He reluctantly removed his hand, then positioned himself in preparation. "Open your legs for me, love."

"What do you intend to do?"

"Pleasure you within an inch of your life," he told her with a sly smile. "Now, if you would be so kind …"

She finally did; he gently spread her soft folds, then lowered his head between her legs and touched his tongue to the sensitive nub located there, preparing totaste her there as he had hungered to do for as long as he could remember. "Ohh … ohh …"

"How does that feel?"

"Wonderful … keep going."

"The lady commands, I obey." Soon she was once again writhing under his delicious ministrations, eventually feeling the telltale pain which indicated imminent release even as he continued to pleasure her.

"Harry … Harry … It feels so good … I can … hardly … stand it …"

"I'm glad to hear that," he returned with a smile in his voice. "I want nothing more than to pleasure you every way I can." With that, he resumed his ministrations; in just a short time his lover arched her back and almost literally screamed in pleasure as ecstasy washed over her like a tidal wave. Upon coming back to earth, she reached to stroke his head again, at the moment resting on her right thigh.

"Oh, love … that was … incredible."

"You're incredible," her companion smiled, marveling that she could be so unin-hibited, almost wanton, in the throes of passion, preferring to think that he was the only one who had ever made her feel this way. Neither Draco nor Dudley would have cared anything about her pleasure; all they were after was their own satisfaction. One thing was for sure—neither of them would ever lay a hand on her again (or even see her again) if he had anything to say about it!

"Come up here," she finally directed, lying on her back and provocatively spreading both her arms and legs. Her next words were what hooked him once and for all:

"Make love to me, Harry. I want to … belong to you completely."

Even as he prepared to obey her, preparing to lower himself onto her, resting most of his weight on knees and forearms, he drank in the sight of her, craving it as an alcoholic would crave liquor. She was every bit as intoxicating and addictive as the aforementioned drink and he knew he would need a continuous Ginny-fix every day for the rest of his life to satisfy his addiction.

Harry had frankly never dreamed he would be in this situation so soon, fully expecting it to take months at the very least before she would be willing to share intimacies, especially with him, especially considering how Draco had attempted to implicate Harry in her rape. He was thankful beyond words that it hadn't taken. He marveled once again at the depth of her love and faith in him that had made it possible.

"Your wish is my command, sweet lady." Even as their intricately entwined bodies moved together in the rhythms of love, Ginny's legs wrapped around Harry's slender hips and her arms locked around him, the lovers shared their own wordless Heaven, unable to believe it possible to feel as they did and still be on Earth. After a while they lost all track of time, aware only of each other's nearness and the touch and kiss of the other.

Harry knew that he had never experienced such heavenly rapture, sorely tempted to throw all semblance of self-control to the winds and be damned to the consequences, certain that Ginny felt the same way. They had waited almost a literal eternity for this moment! If only this unbelievable happiness, this most incredible sweetness he felt right now would never end. Love was here and now, his only desire to remain close to Ginny, in her arms, feeling her delicious body move beneath him and her lips cling to his as she whispered of her love and passion for him.