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CHAPTER SIX (#6): Harry & Tracey
"Close your eyes," Harry bid his girlfriend, holding onto her hands to lead her into their private room. Tracey gave him an amused smile, and did as asked without question, trusting him completely. He took that responsibility seriously as he slowly guided her in, shutting the door behind them.
Glancing about and with a thought, he added purple and white hydrangea bunches around the room in random locations. His Aunt Petunia was something of a flower enthusiast for hobby, and for almost every Spring of his childhood, she'd routinely dragged he, Dudley and Uncle Vernon up to the Harrogate Flower Show for the weekend (that is, until Harry's magic started manifesting trouble for them in public, and then he was left at home). At the time, Harry had despised those outings, but now, he was quite thankful for them, as the experience had given him some appreciation for the romance of flowers. Now, that knowledge was coming in quite handy.
Situating himself behind Tracey, wrapping his arms about her waist and pulling her in close, he leaned his mouth over her ear and whispered very softly. "Open for me."
From over her shoulder, watching her lids flutter open and grow wider, and observing true joy light up her eyes and transform her face made Harry's heart pound madly in his chest.
"Oh, Harry," she breathed, her smile unabashedly genuine, bringing home to him again the fact that she really had not been meant for Slytherin House. "I love hydrangeas. We have a bush of them growing in our garden back home that my parents planted for me when I was born. It's why I love the color purple so much." She turned in his arms and wrapped herself about him tight. "Thank you for the flowers."
Tucking hair back behind her ear, he leaned in, pressing his forehead to hers. "You're welcome, honey."
Tracey hummed. "I love when you call me that. It makes me feel very special to you."
"You are," he admitted, and captured her lips again and again with soft kisses as he tried to prove to her just how special she had become to him.
As they melted into each other, Harry felt as if the floor had opened up under them, and they were freefalling gently. The closest he'd ever felt to this sensation now was the one time he'd had the pleasure of watching Fawkes lift his head and sing to the dawn, as the sun crested the horizon. He'd been witness to a manifestation of divine beauty then, the same as now, and it forever changed him.
Twining herself sinuously about him, she sighed in a happiness the likes of which he could intimately appreciate.
Merlin, he'd fallen in love with her, hadn't he? And in so short a time… Was it possible? Could a man look at a woman only a handful of times, spend only a few hours in her company, laughing and talking and engaging in some heavy snogging, and then just magically know deep in his guts that she was it for him? Maybe it was rose-colored glasses coupled with wishful optimism, but it sure as hell felt that way right then. He knew he'd never felt quite like it before, either.
Last round, when he'd discovered her secret reason for playing the game, he'd felt his chest constrict almost painfully with the poignancy of the truth: that she was really here for him, to give him her most precious gift. It honored him, made him feel a little unworthy, and to be perfectly honest, a bit frightened of the charge as well. Now, though, as he held her tightly to him, he knew he definitely wanted her offering – and with a passion that couldn't be denied any longer.
"The cards," Tracey reminded him, pulling her lips away reluctantly.
It took another few seconds for Harry's brain to catch up with her words. "Oh, yeah. Here's mine." He handed her his card from his back pocket, careful in the exchange about possible sharp edges:
DEED: Your partner must give you a sensual back and neck massage. Lips and tongue can be used.
Tracey looked at him over the edge of the card. "I suppose this will go along well with mine." She read it off to him from memory:
DEED: Lick the beverage or food of your choice off your partner's body.
Harry couldn't help the Cheshire Cat grin that overtook him. "Well, well. Seems I'm to be pampered this round." Eyeing the large, fluffy pillow pile in the middle of the floor, he ran for it and threw himself in, then leaned back comfortably and sighed, lacing his fingers behind his head and crossing his ankles. "Ah, yes… King for the hour, I am!"
Not having moved from her spot by the door, Tracey simply stared at him with exasperation and placed her hands on her hips. "But… I mean… well, this hardly seems fair! I had to perform for your pleasure last round, too."
He leered lasciviously at her. "Yes, you were a wonderfully naughty love-slave, honey. I wouldn't mind a repeat. In fact, why don't we just get started on that right now, hmmm?" He was teasing her, knowing she'd never go for it, but enjoying the way she bristled at his outrageous comments. Their playfulness last question round – especially her throwing the pillows at him - was really quite enjoyable, because Tracey was finally coming out of her shell, and he rather liked her acting a tad possessive of him.
His girlfriend did not immediately reply. Instead, she assessed him intently for half a minute or so and then, as if she'd read his mind, she did something that absolutely floored him: she took her dress off again, slipping it to the floor with a quick unzip and a shuffling of the straps. Boldly walking over to him, intentionally putting a sway in her hips, she moved to his side. Stopping inches from him, she glanced down at him from head to toe, traveling the length of his body slowly, as if enjoying the view.
"Strip."
Harry nearly lurched upright in astonishment. "E-excuse me?"
Raising one dark gold eyebrow, Tracey did her first decidedly Slytherin thing all game: she smirked at him slowly, wickedly. "I said, strip, Mr. Potter. If I'm to be your love-slave, I'll need access."
It took him another few seconds to realize she was perfectly serious. "Not that I'm complaining much, but who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?" he joked with shameless glee, liking this new, dominant side of his blonde goddess a hell of a lot. In his trousers, he was hard again; her commanding tone alone had done that to him.
With perfectly coordinated balance, she knelt down gracefully beside him, her knees not yet touching the floor, supporting herself on the strength honed in those long, delicious legs of hers. "All of it, Harry. Take it all off for me, just like I did for you last round."
Holy. Shite.
Reaching for the hem of his shirt, he paused as he tugged it up. "All of it? You're sure?" he asked, excitement and nervousness whipping up a frenzy of desire inside his guts.
Hazel eyes gazed into his with heat that made his balls ache. "I'm sure."
Throwing off his shirt, he eagerly kicked his shoes and toed his socks as he reached for his belt. Tracey said nothing, simply watched, dropping her weight finally onto her knees fully. His slacks were done away with quickly, and then he hooked his thumbs in his boxers and looked up at her for any last-minute capitulation.
Her eyes were riveted on the action, and her tongue peeked out to wet her bottom lip.
Oh, man.
Tugging his pants away, he dropped them somewhere to the side and lay back, his dick bobbing a bit, hard and a little wet at the tip, before following the angle of his body.
There was a bit of an awkward pause as she assessed him. "Can I… touch it?" she hesitantly asked.
Heart slamming under his ribs, slowly he raised his cock upwards, using his thumb as a brace. "Touch me all you want, honey."
Pausing as she reached out, she withdrew her hands, and for a moment, he'd thought she'd lost all nerve. However, when she breathed upon her fingers and rubbed them vigorously, he realized she was being considerate and warming them. "Thank you," he smiled. "Not many people think about how cold their hands can be."
Blushing to the roots of her hair, she cleared her throat, and then resumed her intention.
As her fingertips caressed him for the first time, it was as if butterflies were tickling his length with their silken wings. When she finally gripped him, it was gentle, a little hesitant, slowly growing more confident by the second. "Is this… all right?" she asked.
He smiled encouragingly at her. "You can grip me a little tighter," he persuaded, and when she complied, he nodded. "A little tighter. Yes, that's it, Tracey. Now, glide up and down slowly like this." He placed his hand over hers and directed her with a soothing tone, wanting her to enjoy this as much as he was. And gods, was he! It was heaven feeling her soft, warm hands wanking him off, nice and slow as he liked to start. Smoothing her fingers over the tip of him, gathering his pre-come and slathering it along his shaft was bliss. He gasped with pleasure and moaned. "Merlin… honey, that feels wonderful."
Her cheeks were super-heated, her eyes a little glazed with passion. To his surprise, she straddled his legs, moving in closer, supporting herself on her knees and her free hand. "It's… so velvety-hard," she breathed in wonder. "Sticky and warm. Will you… orgasm this way?"
Harry's grin was positively wicked, he could feel it. "Oh, yeah. Do you want me to?"
Tracey mulled it over for a few seconds, and in the hushed room, there was only the sound of their wet flesh moving together. "Yes, I want to watch. I've never seen this before. I want to watch you… come for me - because of me touching you."
Fuck, that was hot.
"Do you want to come, too?" he asked, letting the fingertips of his free hand brush against the front of her knicks. "I can touch you at the same time." Her eyes widened, and her lips parted, and he could see in her face an eagerness to experience another climax. "Take these off for me," he pulled at the band of the pretty purple and black lacey shorts, "and I'll give you what you want, honey."
She licked her lips again. "I'm not sure…"
Reaching up, he cupped her cheek. "We won't have sex until you're ready - I promise. But this… we can do this together and enjoy it, if you want. You've cast the charm, so there's no worry no matter what." He looked into her eyes and felt his heart leap. "Trust me, Tracey."
There was absolutely no hesitation on her part when she nodded. "I do trust you, Harry."
Chest tight, he swallowed back his overwhelming feelings, not wanting to scare her off. "Then take your clothes off for me, honey. I want us naked the first time we do this together." He grinned then, trying to diffuse the tension with a little teasing. "Your King commands it."
It worked. Tracey's smile was bright and she giggled. "Devilish boy." She mock bowed her head. "Yes, my liege," she granted, playing along, then let him go to stand up and strip for him again. From this angle, he could see straight up between her legs.
Bloody hell, her pussy was gorgeous!
"Temptress," he bantered, smoothing his hand up and down her calf. "I'm going to lick you all over once I'm allowed, you know."
Dropping her bra and knicks to the side, she resumed her spot as earlier, only this time, pressing in closer, sitting higher upon his thighs. She was less than an inch from his penis when she gripped him once more.
Too tempting…
Trusting her to set the rhythm of his pleasure, his impending climax abated by the pause, resetting his body, Harry felt no immediate pressure to find release, and so allowed his hands free rein. First stop: those lovely breasts.
She arched into his palms as he cupped them and pushed up, throwing her head back a bit in an innocently erotic pose that made him imagine her doing that while riding his dick at the same time.
"Ooh," she gasped, as he pinched those pretty beige nipples. "You just got... wetter." Her fingers oiled his length with his own weeping essence. "And harder."
He chuckled low. "It's because I was envisioning making love to you just like this."
Her face came forward, her eyelids peeked open and she smiled alluringly at him. "Hearing that…" She took her hand off of him for a minute, and then used those same fingers to part her folds and touch herself. "Just made me wet."
Letting his fingers trail down her bared abdomen, he gripped her hip with one, while the other joined her in touching her most sensitive self. "Did it now?"
Nodding, she hummed as he tickled her clit first, and then dropped down to rim the tiny hole of her entrance. She was wet – lusciously so. Teasing over the spot, he used his knuckles to coerce her into touching her little nub. "You've never pleasured yourself?" he wondered aloud.
Tracey looked him in the eye and shook her head. "It always seemed too… I don't know… weird? Especially hearing how much better it was to be with a boy, from my roommates. And since I didn't want it to be with just any boy… well, I waited."
"Now I know why you didn't answer this question two rounds ago."
He gave her no time to reply, instead piercing her gently with one finger, once more feeling her barrier in place as he inched up as far as he could go without breaking it. His girl hissed in pleasure and moaned.
"Ooooh, Harry," she sighed. He moved in and out nice and slow, feeling the warm, liquid silk of her channel and imagining it was his cock in there. His slowly softening member perked back up immediately.
"Take me back in your hand, honey," he coaxed, and she did as he asked. "Up and down, just like that. Yeah, perfect!"
They brought each other close several times and backed off on purpose, she at his behest, he wanting to prolong the exquisite feelings. A few times, he gathered moisture from his crown and then reinserted his finger inside her, making her so wet that he was easily gliding now.
When they were both close this last time, he pulled his fingers away and gripped her hips, sliding her up his body so that his penis rested between her folds. She let go of him and looked down into his face with a mixture of surprise and consternation. "No sex," he vowed again, reaching for the back of her neck and bringing her down to his lips. "I promised I wouldn't go inside, and I meant it, Tracey. But I have to kiss you. Just rub your clit against me. We'll both come."
Her tension eased out of her as she trusted him once more, and their mouths met with hungry kisses as he taught her how to move her hips just right. They were both so wet that it was easy to move between her lower lips. His engorged crown clipped her little nub just right over several passes, and she gasped, began panting, and took control of her own movement finally after a few more hits.
"That's it, honey," he encouraged, feeling his orgasm building. His hips moved in tandem with hers. "Take from me. That's it. Reach for it."
Her breath exploding across his face as she greedily ate at his mouth, Tracey's moans grew louder with each passing second. "Oh, Merlin… Harry, I'm… I'm so close."
Thrusting his tongue into her mouth and pinching her nipples brought her over in the next breath.
"OH, GODS!" she screamed as her climax claimed her. "HARRY!"
Her desperate cry for him brought him instantly. "Tracey, I'm coming for you!" He pulled his mouth from hers and directed her to watch as his seed spurted out of him in several explosions, to land all over his stomach and even between her slit, coating her clit as he pulled her up his length to rest the head of his cock right between her lips. "Oh, God… Tracey… Oh, yeah. All for you, honey."
It took several, long seconds for his ejaculation to stop, and then his grip on her hips loosened and he fell back into the thick, heavy pillows, completely sated, his heart racing a mile a minute, his lungs struggling to catch up and provide oxygen as his brain rushed with blood.
By the time he peeled his eyelids back and could think again, Tracey was sitting over him, looking down at the mess they'd created with curiosity, her fingertips smoothing through the milky-clear substance of his come upon his lower abs and pubis. It took Harry three tries to speak. "Did I hurt you? Are you all right, love?"
Tracey's hazel eyes widened and she looked up at him in astonishment. "What?"
Reaching up a tired hand, he smoothed it over her arm. "Are you okay with this? What we did? Was I too rough?"
She blinked a few times before shaking her head. "No, it was… wonderful."
Something in her tone made everything inside him go still with caution. "But?"
"No 'buts,'" she affirmed. "It's just… you said…" Shaking her head again, her smile returned, albeit hesitantly. "I really liked that, Harry. A lot. Even if," she lifted a finger covered with his goop, "it was rather messier than I imagined."
Oh, thank God! It was just the first time she'd seen a guy's come and it freaked her a bit. Okay, that he could handle. He was worried that she was going to say something like she'd hated it and never wanted to do it again.
To his surprise, she dipped that same finger into her mouth and sucked his essence off of it, trying it out. He held his breath, waiting for the verdict; if she hated it, there would be no blowjobs in his future, and he'd have to resign himself to that awful fate. To his immense relief, however, she smiled.
"It is a bit salty, but lemony, too," she laughed. "Just like Daphne and Pansy said."
Harry raised an eyebrow at that. "You girls really talk about us blokes, then, huh?"
She nodded quite sincerely. "Oh, you should hear some of the things they say. I've quite an education from listening alone."
He grinned. "I'll bet."
Her eyes narrowed quite suddenly, and then she dipped her head, holding her hair back with one hand and licked over his stomach.
"Holy cats!" he swore, not expecting that.
She gave him an innocent, wide-eyed stare then. "Well, the cards did say that I could lick the food of my choice off of you anywhere." She lapped at his semen again and looked at him with a mischievous smile. "You don't mind, do you?"
I so love you, he thought, realizing that he meant it, even as he shook his head and watched her clean him up using just her lips and tongue. "Fuck," he whispered, feeling himself hardening again. "No one's ever done this for me."
Tickling his bellybutton with her tongue, she grinned impishly. "Hmmm… so, I get one of your firsts this time!"
His heart slamming under his ribs, Harry's voice abandoned him, and he found he could only nod.
When she'd finished her enjoyment of his stomach, her mouth traveled lower, until she gripped his erect staff once again in hand. "You don't have to," as her lips moved over the tip of him, placing small kisses. "Oh, man…"
Shyly, she looked up at him. "Do you want me to?"
He huffed in surprise. "Are you kidding? It would be my greatest wet dream. Do you want me to tell you what to do, or would you like to experiment?"
Her hand stroked up and down on him, and she watched it, fascinated, as he grew rock-hard in her palm. "I'd like to experiment a bit, I think."
He nodded. "Just… no teeth. That's all I'm saying." She smiled, and playfully nipped his crown with very light pressure. He sighed at the lovely sensation. "Okay, that was fine," he admitted, "but no harder."
"Shush, you," she good-naturedly remonstrated. "Lie back and enjoy. Your love-slave wishes to serve her King."
Harry laughed. "Yes, honey, anything you say."
He watched her learn her way around him using lips and tongue, kissing every inch of his length first, licking it like a lolly next. He nearly shot another load off when she finally wrapped her lips around the tip and drew it into the hot, moist cavern of her mouth. He did make a rather undignified, loud groaning noise, which culminated in a hissed profanity under his breath as she dropped lower, then sucked on her way back up.
Taking a torturous amount of time, she learned all on her own (probably utilizing some of the things she'd heard about from those corruptible roommates of hers) the proper way to take him deeper into her mouth, and the correct pressure on the withdrawal. She coupled her mouth's exploration with her hand, practicing how to use both in conjunction to draw from him her favorite noises. By the time she'd gotten half his length in her mouth, nearly bumping the back of her throat, Harry was panting, his balls aching and hot for another release. "Honey, I'm gonna come any second. Pull away."
Tracey dropped back down on him, refusing to heed his advice.
He tried again, pinching the base of his penis to try to stave off the inevitable. "Tracey, pull off now if you don't want me coming in your mouth," he grunted, tensing up every muscle in his lower body, feeling sweat drip off his brow and down his cheek.
His girlfriend calmly moved his hand off his dick and sucked hard on the upstroke, then took him back in her mouth and rolled her tongue around him. That did it. "Honey… oh… GOD!" he shouted to the ceiling as he released in fiery spurts that made his head ache and fireworks explode behind his eyelids. He exhaled a guttural, animal cry of blissful relief, feeling his come shoot into her mouth.
"Swallow, honey, breathe through your nose," he grit, looking down and noticing her struggling to hold his essence in her mouth. "Swallow." Her throat convulsed and he felt his semen slide away. "Breathe through your nose," he petted her cheek softly. "That's it," he encouraged as he felt his high dissipate and her do as he requested. Another small burst of his seed escaped him again. "Swallow." He had three more simultaneous spurts come out of him over the next few seconds, and each time, he directed her. She performed perfectly, seeming to lose her anxiety under his coaching and his gentle voice and touch.
When he was wrung of every drop, he very carefully slid her mouth away, and pulled her up his body to kiss her. He felt the tears in her eyes drip down her cheeks, knew it had been more than she'd expected and she'd been a bit frightened by the experience. He kissed her loving and sweet, and spoke tenderly, softly against her lips in an attempt to ease her. "You did beautifully, honey. I've never felt so wonderful. Thank you for that."
Her breath shuddered with her emotional release. "Really? So… you liked it, even though I didn't really know what I was doing?"
Rolling her over, Harry covered her body with his, cradling her within his arms, continuing to kiss her. "You were perfect, my Tracey - so perfect. I loved it." He rubbed her tears away. "I'm sorry it scared you. I never wanted that."
Her lashes were beaded with her tears as he pressed his forehead to hers and they stared at each other earnestly. "Harry… can I tell you something without freaking you out?"
His stomach did that sick flip again and he stilled, fearful that she'd say she never wanted to do that again with him or that she wanted to forfeit now and couldn't handle a relationship with him. Please, no, he prayed. Despite his fear, he nodded. He'd hear her out, even if it meant she'd rip his heart from him in the next moment. He prepared himself for the worst.
Touching his cheeks with feathery caresses, his girlfriend stared into his very soul and didn't look away.
"I love you."
The world stopped. Harry fell off.
Tracey's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. "What?" she whispered, and honestly, he couldn't believe he'd said such a ridiculous thing himself. After all, they'd only just met tonight. Well, he'd met her; she'd apparently liked him for a while now.
He thickly swallowed and tried again.
"I've fallen for you. Please don't walk away."
Agate eyes of multi-hues blinked twice and then scrunched up in joy. Tracey laughed and threw her arms about his neck, pulling his face down rather hard into her throat. "Oh, Harry! I'm not going to walk away from you!" She leaned her mouth against his ear. "I was going to tell you that I'm in love with you."
It took him five long seconds to process that. "Really?" he asked, muffled by her hair. Pushing with some resistance against her hold, he was able to look her in the face again. "I mean, you don't have to say it just because I did or because you're my girlfriend or anything."
Tracey giggled. "I've loved you from the first moment I saw you walk out of Ollivander's with your wand. You're the reason I've waited to do any of this. I wanted it to be with you."
He shut his eyes and thunked his forehead down on her cheek lightly. "Oh, thank God. Because I was sure you were going to tell me you were so freaked out by what we just did that you didn't want to see me anymore."
She kissed his cheek. "I will admit that licking and kissing you… and… well, swallowing you… it was scary. But you were there with me, helping me to learn. I think the next time, I won't be so frightened."
Harry perked up. So did his little, tired friend between his legs. "Next time?" God, he was like a little puppy, salivating at the food bowl or something. If he'd had a tail, he'd be wagging it at her confirmation that there would be a next time for her to suck him off. As it was, his dick was bobbing, struggling valiantly to rise again. "Well, that's great!" he managed lamely, grinning like a completely berk.
The chimes rang out.
"Shit, the game," he sighed.
Tracey's eyes flew open. "Your card. The massage!" Her hands around his neck moved fast to his shoulders and neck and began working quickly. "Almost forgot."
Harry's mischievous side popped in for a visit again. "If you're going to give me a sensual massage…" he hinted, while reaching up to grab one of her hands and bring it down to his hardening length. "Might as well make it someplace that counts."
His witch gave him an exasperated sigh. "It was supposed to be the neck and back."
"Well, this is kind of like a neck," he joked, running her up and down his taut shaft.
She sighed and gave up. "Fine, but you're taking the responsibility. I've fulfilled my card in doing this to you three times now."
He leered and kissed her again. "I'm a Team Captain and can make the call: it counts." With that, he reentered her body with a finger and rubbed his thumb over her clit, stimulating her. "Have to make it quick, though," he began thrusting against her hand. "Eight minutes or so left."
She guided his hand down to rest between her folds again and began moving him through them. "Make them count then, my King. Just…"
Harry's heart rocketed into outer space. "No sex yet, I know."
They didn't make love, but they did both enjoy the next five minutes after that to the fullest extent, then spent the next two redressing, both humorously sore and knackered a bit (despite the Rejuvenation Potion's effects helping to keep them on their feet).
Back at the common area after, Harry grabbed his wand and Scourgify'd them both, trying to erase the scent of their sex upon them. "Soon," he promised her with a final kiss. "I'm gonna make you mine real soon, honey."
His girlfriend simply smiled like the Cheshire Cat herself before retaking her place at the couch, eyeing him like a choice steak.
Gods, he loved her!
TO BE CONTINUED…
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!MAY 2011 BE FILLED WITH BLESSINGS FOR YOU AND YOURS!
Berk = British slang for "idiot" (although its meaning is closer to "cunt," or "a complete moron fool you'd like to slap upside the head").
Musical Selection this Chapter: "Must Be Doing Something Right" by Bill Currington. Lyrics are as follows…
A woman is a mystery a man just can't understand.
Sometimes all it takes to please her is the touch of your hand.
And other times you got to take it slow, and hold her all night long.
Heaven knows, there's so many ways a man can go wrong.
Must be doing something right -
I just heard you sigh,
and lean into my kiss,
and close those deep blue "need you" eyes.
Don't know what I did
to earn a love like this,
but, baby, I must be doing something right.
Anywhere you wanna go, baby, show me the way.
I'm open to suggestions… Mmm, whatever you say.
Tonight's about givin' you what you want – whatever it takes.
Girl, I hope I'm on the right road, judging by the smile on your face.
Must be doing something right -
I just heard you sigh,
and lean into my kiss,
and close those deep blue "need you" eyes.
Don't know what I did
to earn a love like this,
but, baby, I must be doing something right.
Must be doing something right -
I just heard you sigh,
and lean into my kiss,
and close those deep blue "need you" eyes.
Don't know what I did
to earn a love like this,
but, baby, I must be doing something right.