Summary: Harry and Ginny relax after her Quidditch game with a walk down to the beach, and things get.. interesting. Title inspired by the song of the same name by DNCE. I was inspired to write this by Icy of the Ginny Lovers Discord. I hope you all enjoy!
Harry walked barefoot down the soft sand of Porth Dafarch beach, hand in hand with Ginny, the other hand carrying their shoes. After a grueling match against Puddlemore yesterday, she was glad to relax with Harry. The sun was beginning to set, and the cool air had set in. The sun was blazing orange, reflecting off the Irish Sea, coloring the sky above them in varying shades of pink, purple, and blue. The stars were beginning to shine on the darkest side, and the breeze carried the sea spray towards them.
They were nearly alone on the secluded corner of the beach. No one here would recognize them past being two lovestruck people simply enjoying the warmer night. Father ahead, small campfires were popping up as families gathered around campsites. Harry and Ginny were headed in the opposite direction.
It had been ages since they had spent a night alone, and neither fancied the company. They had thoroughly enjoyed their day alone together after the match, both staying in bed, though not ever sleeping. Their days and nights seemed to be mixed up, and they ventured out for a nightly stroll rather than spend their day at the beach. The moon was now shining brightly above them.
"Half moon tonight," Ginny remarked, stopping to stare above them. The stars provided enough light that Harry had no trouble seeing her, although he had already committed every feature to memory. He watched her gaze at the stars, muttering to herself the different constellations she saw and had remembered from her astronomy class. "I think they may be prettier out here than at Hogwarts," she said, smirking at Harry.
"You're pretty everywhere," he answered, causing her to roll her eyes at his 'romantic nonsense,' as she fondly referred to it as. He pulled her hair back over one shoulder.
"What's that one?" she asked, ignoring his movements.
"Orion," he answered, leaning down to kiss her exposed skin on her neck.
She clucked her tongue. "Mr. Potter, I really expect a more reliable answer. Ten points from Gryffindor," she said in her most haught voice.
He chuckled, causing her to draw in a sharp breath at the feeling of his lips vibrating on her skin. He persisted, kissing his way up her neck to beneath her jaw. Ginny drew her head back to allow him more access but continued her questioning.
"What planet is that?" she questioned.
"Jupiter," said Harry, licking along her jaw. Ginny shivered as the cool air hit her wet skin.
"Lucky guess," she muttered, finally giving in, grabbing his head, and pulling his mouth to meet her own.
She kissed him fiercely, crashing her lips to his own, gripping his head so he could not move away. Harry smiled against her mouth, knowing his teasing had led to her desire to take charge, not that he minded in the least. A fiery Ginny was even more sexy to him.
Harry dropped the shoes as Ginny raked her arms down over his biceps, pulling his arms around herself. He complied, grabbing her arse and pulling Ginny's body tight to his own. She moaned at the feeling as his hands worked over her. She reached between them, tugging on the belt on his trousers and undoing the button. Once they were loose, she slowly, ever so slowly, inched her hand down, stroking him over his pants. He groaned against her mouth. Ginny took this as her entrance and thrust her tongue in, earning another moan from Harry.
Harry moved his hands from her arse to the ends of her shirt and began pushing it up over her taut stomach. They broke for an instant as he pulled the offending clothing completely off and rid himself of his own shirt. Their lips came back together, with more passion as their skin connected, heat radiating off them both. He reached behind her and undid her bra, freeing her breasts. She shivered as the cool breeze washed over them, spraying them with sea foam.
Harry moved his hands up to cup her breasts and again broke their kiss as he leaned down to take one perfect pink nipple in his mouth, rolling the other between his two fingers, before switching. Ginny arched her back pushing her chest towards him, beckoning for him to continue. Her fingers wound through his raven locks, her nails scratching his scalp, heightening all his sensations.
She pulled his head back up to claim her lips with her own, before pushing Harry to the ground. She straddled him, her thighs resting on either side of his groin. She leaned down to kiss him, grazing her nails down his chest to his pants, which they both still had on. She pushed them down, freeing him from the confines. She stroked her hand over him, as he groaned into her mouth and pushed his hips forward. She smiled against his lips and stood to take the rest of her clothes off.
Harry knew that was the sexiest sight: his wife, ring glinting in the moonlight, chest heaving from desire, pushing her pants down her legs and bouncing out of them. She didn't mind him staring, smirking as he was caught looking anywhere but her eyes. He grew harder as she twirled, putting on a show, just for him.
She returned to her earlier position, hovering over him where they both wanted her most. He reached a hand between them, stroking her folds and rubbing his thumb, causing her to moan and toss her head back. Ginny grabbed him and led him to her entrance, claiming him as her own. She worked her way up and down, Harry's fingers digging into her hips. The sand beneath him be damned, he only felt Ginny above him. He kept his thumb rubbing her, pushing her to her limit, as she rode him into oblivion.
"Don't stop," she breathed out, and Harry moved his thumb at a faster pace, adding more pressure, earning a moan in return.
"Love," he panted, "quiet," was all he managed, though Ginny didn't seem to care. She ground her hips against him, causing him to groan, loudly.
She leaned down to his ear, her hair cascading over them. "Quiet," she breathed out, the air brushing over his sweaty skin causing him to shiver.
She quickened their pace, and Harry followed suit with his ministrations on her, reaching a hand up to grasp her breast. She moaned loudly and grabbed the other one, mimicking his movements.
That was Harry's undoing. He had been wrong, this was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. His wife, adding to her own pleasure. He came undone, pulsing into her, and she followed suit. She moved her hips down deeper into him, riding out her pleasure.
Their breathing was still labored as they dressed, handing each other clothing that had been strewn about their hidden spot on the beach.
"I'm going to have sand up my arse for months," Harry joked, as they headed back to the house.
"It was worth it," Ginny answered, stopping them and raising up on her toes to kiss him underneath the glittering stars with the waves crashing next to them as campfires light the horizon behind them.
"So worth it."