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Gabrielle took out her phone and turned on the Bluetooth speaker. The air filled with soft, soothing music.
Gabrielle sighed contentedly and nestled against Harry, wrapping an arm around him and holding his hand. Harry tried not to think about what he had learned from the letter and instead focused on the beautiful girl pressed against him.
They both stared out at the bay, watching the blush on the horizon where the sun was finally setting. A few moths fluttered around the fairy lights, while the waves in the bay smoothed out and became glassy.
"I'm enjoying this time with you," Harry said, looking into Gabrielle's green eyes. "It's unexpected but nice."
"We've known each other for years," Gabrielle replied. "Like you said, it's good to see a familiar face after being away for so long."
"You're more than just a familiar face," Harry said.
"I hope so," Gabrielle replied.
Harry squeezed her hand and returned his gaze to the horizon. The serenity of the moment intertwined with Gabrielle's surprising behavior. He never would have guessed she'd be the one to make his return so unforgettable.
"Are you feeling relaxed?" she asked.
"Very," Harry replied.
"You know, dancing can be very soothing too," she said, her voice almost a whisper. "Are you up for it?"
"For anything."
"Mmm, that's what I like to hear."
Gabrielle fiddled with her phone. Harry expected something upbeat, but Gabrielle had other ideas. A sexy R&B song with a heavy, sensual bass began to play. Harry smiled and shook his head, wondering if he had stepped into a romantic movie.
Gabrielle stood up and extended her hand. Harry rose and led her from the chairs to the edge of the pool.
Gabrielle pressed herself against him without hesitation, wrapping her arms around his neck as he held her by the waist. They swayed to the rhythm of the music, their bodies perfectly in sync.
Gabrielle's hips moved against Harry's. Her body was warm, and her breath hot on his neck. He felt his cock harden as she pressed into him. He knew Gabrielle could feel his erection straining against his linen pants. It didn't bother her; she pressed even closer.
As the music played on, Gabrielle's hands roamed over Harry, exploring the contours of his body with a deftness that made him sigh with pleasure. Her fingers traveled down his head and around his neck, tracing the muscles of his back and teasing him with touches that promised much more.
"Your body is so different," Gabrielle whispered. "So much harder and stronger."
"You feel amazing too. I never thought I'd hold you like this."
Gabrielle responded with a soft giggle before twirling in Harry's arms and pressing her back against him. She held his hands in front of her, letting them rest on her warm cleavage. Harry inhaled the scent of her hair as he nestled into her neck.
"I've always loved watching the night fall over the bay," Gabrielle whispered. "I wish I could live here forever."
Swaying to the music, Gabrielle pressed her butt firmly against Harry's cock. He pulled back, unsure if she wanted him to touch her that way, but she only arched her back and pressed into him more.
"Don't hold back, Harry," she said in a low, teasing voice. "I like the feeling. Besides, I've already seen you make a mess of your belly, remember?"
Her playful attitude convinced Harry. He let his hips push forward, enjoying the slow, sensual way Gabrielle continued to grind her butt against his cock. The sensation was both exhilarating and intoxicating, making his heart race and his breath catch in his throat.
"How did you learn to dance like that?" Harry asked.
Gabrielle giggled. "One way I lost weight was through 'stripper aerobics.' Yoga and pole dancing worked wonders."
"Wonders," Harry echoed softly, sliding his hands over her flat, firm stomach.
"Would you like me to show you what I've learned?" Gabrielle asked.
"With pleasure."
Gabrielle led Harry to a chair on the patio and instructed him to sit. Once he was settled, Gabrielle began her striptease. Her body moved perfectly to the rhythm of the music, giving Harry glimpses of her body only to take them away again. She smiled knowingly as he watched, her hips swaying and her hands running up and down her breasts, teasing her nipples through the fabric of her shirt.
"More?" she asked.
"More," Harry demanded.
His cock throbbed painfully as Gabrielle slowly lifted her top over her head and tossed it aside. Her heavy breasts fell free, swaying and bouncing with each sensual movement.
"Fuck," Harry murmured as Gabrielle caressed and fondled her tits, her nipples standing erect like red gumdrops.
"Would you like a lap dance, sir?" Gabrielle said, pretending they were in a club. "House specialty. No charge for the first one."
"Fuck yes," Harry grinned. "Show me what you've got."
Gabrielle danced closer to him. She gently parted his legs and positioned herself between his knees. Licking her lips, she lowered herself onto him, letting her breasts brush against his chest. Harry leaned back in the chair as Gabrielle's body caressed his.
"Suck them," she urged.
Harry lowered his mouth and licked her taut nipple. Gabrielle shivered as his hands cupped her breasts. He kneaded them while sucking and licking, savoring the firm texture of her nipples in his mouth. Gabrielle ran her hands through his hair, and he traced a path of wet kisses down her stomach.
Gabrielle turned around and slipped off her sarong, presenting her ass for his admiration. The bikini thong she wore barely covered her holes, the material pressing tightly between her pussy lips.
Harry's cock ached painfully in his pants as Gabrielle lowered her ass onto his crotch and wriggled on him. He hissed with pleasure as her ass ground against his cock. He ran his hands over her firm cheeks, giving them slaps that made them quiver.
Gabrielle arched her back and rode him, her breath deepening with exertion while Harry's breath grew more ragged.
He groaned as he felt a pounding orgasm building within him. He knew he couldn't last much longer, his balls aching with the need to release.
Harry stood up and turned Gabrielle to face him, kissing her deeply. For a moment, her lips parted, and their tongues danced. He tried to pull Gabrielle into his arms, but she abruptly pushed him away.
He was surprised by her reaction, but when he saw the look in her eyes, he knew he had made a mistake. The playful desire that had filled Gabrielle's gaze was replaced by shock and fear. She looked like someone who had just woken up from a vivid dream.
"Wait," she whispered, backing away.
"Gabrielle, I'm sorry," Harry stammered, desperately trying to bridge the gap between them. "I didn't mean to—"
"Harry," she interrupted gently, placing a hand on his chest. "It's okay. Just... what are we doing?"
"Enjoying each other's company," Harry said, trying to reassure her. "We're both lonely adults, right?"
"Sure," she replied hesitantly. "But... you were married to my sister. Remember?"
Her words hit him like a punch to the gut. He couldn't help the bitterness that tinged his voice.
"It would be hard for me to ever forget that, Gabrielle."
"Harry," she whispered, searching his eyes for understanding. "I didn't mean it like that."
"I know."
"I just... I need to think. I don't want to hurt you or Fleur."
"I don't want to hurt you either."
"Maybe... maybe we should call it a night," she suggested softly, her voice filled with emotion.
"Alright," Harry agreed reluctantly. "Whatever you need, Gabrielle."
Gabrielle's eyes dropped to Harry's crotch, taking in his erection straining against his pants.
"I can't leave you like this," she sighed. "I got you this far. I should finish the job. Will you let me help you relieve the tension?"
"Are you sure?" Harry asked, searching her eyes for any sign of hesitation.
"Absolutely," she replied, smiling at him with determination.
She approached him and slipped her thumbs into the waistband of his pants. Harry shifted his hips as she pulled them down, freeing his cock to sway obscenely between them.
"Your cock is so beautiful," Gabrielle murmured as Harry stepped out of his pants. "I've wanted to see it for years. Fleur always said you were blessed. She was right."
Harry basked in Gabrielle's admiration as she gently pushed him back into the chair. She knelt before him, looking up at him through lowered lashes. He opened his mouth, but no words came out, his mind frozen at the sight of her.
Gabrielle wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and leaned in, spitting on his cock and making it slick with her saliva. The sight of Gabrielle's mouth so close to his dick made Harry shiver. He groaned as her hand slid up his cock, her fingers tightening as she pumped steadily, while her other hand massaged his balls. The sensation was incredible. He shuddered, pleasure coiling in his belly.
"Does this feel good, Harry? Am I doing it right?"
"Your hand is amazing, Gabrielle. You're stroking me perfectly. Your mouth would be even better."
Gabrielle looked at him, her eyes narrowing. "I can't. Not now. I just want to relax you, Harry. Is this enough to relax you?"
"Yes," Harry said, stroking her thick blonde hair. "It feels so good."
Gabrielle leaned her head close to his throbbing cock. Her hot breath washed over it, igniting his desire even more. A low moan escaped his throat as her skillful hands worked their magic.
"Oh fuck, Gabrielle. You're so good at this."
Gabrielle blushed at his praise. Harry shifted forward in the chair, giving her better access to his cock as he thrust into her slick hand. Gabrielle pumped steadily, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
The feeling was fantastic, and Harry couldn't help but thrust harder. Gabrielle breathed on his cock, the wet heat washing over his sensitive skin. Her grip tightened, and she swirled her thumb over his tip, intensifying the pleasure until it was almost unbearable.
"Come for me, Harry," she urged him.
Harry groaned as she worked him faster and faster, pushing him to the point of no return. He gritted his teeth, knowing he couldn't hold back any longer.
"Where do you want it?" he growled.
Gabrielle answered by squeezing her breasts, her hands filling with firm flesh. "On my tits, Harry. I want to feel your hot load on me."
He didn't need to be told twice. He aligned his cock, aiming at her dark red nipples.
"Do it, baby," she urged. "Cum all over my tits."
Her words were the final push he needed. Harry grunted loudly as his orgasm overtook him. He exploded onto her, painting her breasts with his hot, spurting cum, covering her erect nipples with sticky pearls.
Gabrielle moaned as Harry worked her tits, taking her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing and twisting them while he stroked his cock. "Come on, baby. Harder," she urged him, eyes closed. "I know you've got more for me." He did, his hips trembling, his cock pulsing as his balls emptied the last drops onto her chest. He rubbed the head of his cock on her tits, then pressed it into her cleavage, smearing it against her warm skin.
Gabrielle purred and squeezed her breasts around his cock, milking the last bit of cum from him.
"I love the way you look when you cum," she said, raising her hands to her tits to smear his load over her skin. "I love how hard you cum."
Harry smiled at the sight of her tits covered in his cum.
"Come here," he said, trying to pull her close. But Gabrielle shook her head.
"That's enough for tonight, Harry," she said regretfully. "Maybe even too much."
She stood and stepped back, his cum still dripping from her tits and running down her flat stomach. The worry and doubt returned to her face.
"I'm not Fleur's husband anymore," Harry reminded her gently. "You're not my sister-in-law anymore, Gabrielle."
"I know. And I know you wanted to do more. But I'm not ready for that."
Harry closed his eyes, frustration battling with disappointment.
"Of course," he said hoarsely. "I don't want to pressure you."
Gabrielle approached and knelt, pressing her cheek to his.
"Goodnight, Harry. Welcome home. It's so good to have you back."
He hugged her tightly, inhaling her scent and savoring the silky feel of her cheek. Gabrielle kissed him warmly on the cheek before finally letting go.
Harry's heart still pounded, and his breath was still uneven as Gabrielle left. Still reeling from what had just happened, he watched her retreat to the guesthouse, closing the door firmly behind her.
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