Despite the realization, Ginny didn't have too many concerns about the situation she found herself in. Yes, it was a bit excessive, but Harry was a nice man. His actions last night proved it. So, she didn't expect him to do much here as well.
Not in front of an audience.
So, she was rather surprised when his fingers continued to move up her thigh, making her shiver in a way she never had before. "M-my dear husband," she stammered when his fingers disappeared under her robe, yet didn't stop.
The only consolation, he was tracing her outer thigh and not her inner thigh, or she would have stopped him. Yet, relaxed at that realization, she missed one fact, until he whispered into her ear.
"Where are your panties, sweetie?" he asked, his rumbling driving her crazy.
She blushed. "It's not what you think. I … I just come out of the shower, and I didn't change yet."
"Oh, really. And what about this little piece underneath, where did it come from if you didn't have a chance to dress," he asked.
"I … I brought it to the shower just in case of a wardrobe accident," she said, trying to find an excuse, hoping that he would accept.
He did not, and used his other hand on her belly, loosening her robe a bit more, enough to get a glimpse of what she had underneath. Thin, transparent fabric that hid nothing, though luckily, he didn't part her robe enough that anything important was showing.
Yet, what was visible was enough to show her excuse was hardly convincing.
"A very good idea, though a bit of a conservative choice," he whispered, mocking her. She said nothing, unable to reject the accuracy of the statement. Instead, she turned her attention to the waitress, busy cooking the meal.
Though, she kept her legs shut. His fingers already drove her robe high, and she didn't want to flash their guest.
The waitress was the one that broke the silence again. "So, tell me. How did you guys meet?"
"You tell that story better, honey. Do you want to tell it," he offered, and she trembled. "Go ahead," he added, squeezing her hip. Her naked hip, with his hand still underneath…
Ginny trembled before she started telling a story she had once watched in a muggle movie. It was a long, rambling story filled with tangents, but to her defense, it had been a while since she had seen that movie.
Then, Harry started distracting her even more.
His hands started to get naughtier. The one around her hips squeezed and caressed, but it was acceptable. The challenging one was the one on her belly, which slipped under her robe before it started climbing up, the soft fabric of the negligee doing nothing to limit his touch, even making it more erotic.
Then, his fingers brushed the underside of her breast, something she didn't expect. The last man that tried to touch her breasts ended up with a dozen semi-permanent hexes. Unfortunately, in this situation, Harry just received a moan as his punishment before she continued her tale.
Just a few more minutes. The breakfast would end up cooked, and she would be free to hex him… She held back, even if it got even harder when he leaned forward, and added kisses to the neck.
Her neck was certainly more innocent than her tits or ass, but somehow, her body didn't get that information. Every kiss made her tremble more … then the ship betrayed her once more, and started rocking them in their seat.
It was the ship, without a doubt. There was no way Ginny was rocking her hips of her own free will. That was simply absurd.
As absurd as the kiss she suddenly decided to give him the moment he brought his lips near. To make our roles more believable, Ginny excused herself as she planted a heated kiss on his lips, his tongue merciless enough to invade her mouth.
She had kissed people before … but she had never felt this in any of them, his passion enough to steal her breath. She found herself lost in the kiss that continued, barely aware that her robe was slipping off her shoulders.
It was the smell of burning eggs that distracted her. She turned, glad for the save. She had lost herself for a moment.
"Sorry about that, I was distracted," the waitress answered, her breathing fast as she looked at them. Ginny couldn't blame her, not when she lost her control like that. "Maybe I should leave. The rest of the breakfast is still amazing."
Ginny was about to take that offer, as she needed to have a talk with Harry, one that she couldn't have with her in the room. Harry was faster. "Nonsense, stay. I promised my beautiful wife breakfast in bed, and I want it to be perfect."
Ginny tried to answer, but he squeezed her ass, silencing her.
"As you wish, sir," the waitress said, her smile big. "You should go move there, and I'll handle the rest," she answered.
"Good point," Harry said, and before she could react, Ginny found herself on her feet, gently pushed toward the bed. "Let me help with the robe," he said, and with a tug, her robe fell to her waist, her breasts hidden only by her transparent nightie.
Helpless, she jumped into the bed, uncaring of the robe she left behind.
"Now, me," he said as he got rid of his shirt, revealing his muscular chest, as perfect as she dreamed of the night before. Though, when he got rid of his pants to reveal his boxers, insufficient to cover his arousal, she didn't appreciate the whistle the waitress had given.
Jealous, she raised the covers. "Come here, husband!" she gasped angrily.
"As you wish, wife," he answered, his smirk telling Ginny the mistake she had done. Before she could correct him, he was under covers, his body pressing against hers. She tried to turn her back to her, but that only ended up with his shaft burying against her ass.
Without any clothing in between!
She was already aware that her negligee was too short to protect anything, and her shuffling rode it even higher. His boxers were the thing she had been trusting, which somehow vanished in that short period.
"Harry," she whispered as he started moving.
"That's your fault, Ginny, inviting me to our wedding bed while wearing that. You are going to help me solve it!"
Ginny froze at his words. He wasn't asking her help, certainly not begging for it. No, he was telling her what would happen, and she found herself accepting it obediently, something she had never done before.
His sharp, authoritative voice brokered no argument.
She lay on her side, keeping her legs shut to prevent an accident, filled with fear and trepidation as he used her body to solve his immediate need.
She was unsettled, but it would be a bald-faced lie to claim she wasn't being aroused as well. She sent a hesitant glance toward the waitress, who was grinning at them in amusement. Her presence was enough to deter her intention to stop Harry.
Just a bit of dry humping, no harm, she reasoned, doing her best to ignore the fact that it was by far the most she had done with any man… As long as her legs were tightly shut, nothing bad would happen.
"Open your legs," he ordered, and she found herself following his demand, even when it ended up with him pushing his cock between her thighs, the topside rubbing against her entrance as he started pumping once more.
That was absurd. How dare he order her like that, she decided, conveniently ignoring her own response. She opened her mouth, ready to explode in a sharp admonishment, but only let out a loud moan. Even her body was betraying her.
As he increased his speed, her pleasure increased with it, so much that she didn't say anything when his hands found her breasts, mauling them aggressively, her nipples treated as a toy. Not that she had any chance to say anything. Her pleasure didn't allow that.
She was starting to feel anxious, so she moved her hands. She wasn't going to push him away. That, she didn't have the strength for, but she wanted to adjust his pace a bit… But, when she tried to do that, she felt his fingers around her wrist, pulling her arms back…
Then, she managed to find his boxers, wrapping around her wrists and immobilizing her even further. "Nothing less than you deserve, Ginny," he whispered into her ear.
And she shivered even worse. He continued pumping between her legs, the pleasure building up… Lost in the pleasure, she barely paid attention to him ordering the waitress to go away, pumping again and again, rubbing against her wetness.
He didn't even stop once she was hit once, and continued to tease her body with his cock and his fingers, turning the morning into a haze. She felt the darkness take her.
She only woke up with a knock on the door. It took a while for her to understand what was going on.
When she finally got a sense, she was wearing nothing, her arms were still bound to her back, and she didn't even have the covers to hide her body.
Harry was dressing next to her, with a damnable smile on his face. "Let that be a lesson about teasing me, little lioness," he said mockingly. "Feel free to do that again, of course, but next time, there won't be any mercy."
Then, before she could say anything, the door knocked once more. "Harry, are you ready?"
It was Hermione.
"Yes, coming," Harry said.
"C-covers," Ginny gasped.
"Beg for it," he said, his smile driving her crazy.
She wanted to curse, but she didn't have the time to do so. "Please sir," she gasped, and he pulled them on. She closed her eyes, acting asleep. She wasn't in the mood to confront Hermione.
She cracked her eyes open when Harry stepped out to take a glimpse, and noticed two things. First, Hermione clearly decided against her plan to disguise herself as a man. First, her hat was absent. She was still wearing her shirts and pants, but they must have shrunk, because they were clinging against her body much better.
The second thing, just before the door closed, he put her hand on Hermione's ass, squeezing as he greeted her.
Just to make her jealous, Ginny realized, her anger flaring. Tonight, was going to show him the cost of trying to mess with her through poor Hermione.