For the Discord Ginny Lovers group. The name of the chapter says it all.

Holiday Oral

He'd thought it might have annoyed her the way he rejected her suggestions for any potential gift he might want this holiday season. She was finally out of school and making an income in her reserve position on the Holyhead Harpies team, he didn't need her wasting her hard earned money on frivolous items for him.

Truthfully with her endorsement deals she was getting because of her reserve position on the Holyhead Harpies team she was doing very well for herself and also wanted for nothing. But lucky for him, there was always a spa weekend or other experience type gifts that he could get for her.

Every time she'd asked him what he wanted for Christmas though, he'd responded with an automatic 'I already have everything I want'.

And he did.

She was officially his fiancée now, and they were getting married in the coming year. She had moved into Godrics Hollow with him two months after they'd gotten engaged and convinced her parents that it was completely in keeping with the times to live together before they were married.

And his vault was overflowing with money, so anything he might want he had no qualms about going out and getting for himself. Christmas with the Weasleys was always wonderful. Full of food and drink and laughs. So, there wasn't anything he could think of that she could just go out and buy him.

Now, if she said that to him, that she didn't want anything, he'd probably get rather irritated. But she took it in stride and just gave him this curious look as though figuring out the puzzle that was his gift preference when there honestly wasn't anything he could think of.

It was now Christmas Eve and they'd come back from a party at one of her fellow Harpies places having had a few hours of mingling, appetizers and not too much to drink. Ginny gave him a kiss after she'd shed her jacket and popped upstairs to get out of her party clothes and into something comfortable. The idea of getting into their bedclothes and having a drink in front of the fireplace sounded appealing to him before going up to bed.

He headed into the kitchen to see about making a drink and heard her come back downstairs.

With two mugs of hot chocolate with a bit of spiced rum in them in his hands he went back into the sitting room to see her standing in front of the Christmas tree and nearly dropped their drinks.

She'd changed alright. But this outfit did not at all look like something more comfortable than the party dress she'd had on. She'd donned a pair of black boots that came up to her knees. Her red knickers had a black buckled belt unnecessarily looped through the top of them and her red bra had black straps holding it up with white fluff across the crest of her bosom. The whole ensemble was topped off with a Santa hat and more mascara and dark red lipstick than she had been wearing.

She looked so fucking hot that his brain had completely shut off at the sight of her illuminated by the twinkle lights of the tree behind her.

She was giving him this triumphant and sultry look and he couldn't move.

Somehow this outfit made her look hotter than he'd ever seen her. His eyes raked over her whole body. her beautiful face, her heavily freckled shoulders, her lovely taut abdomen and the mesmerizing breasts in between them and down to her creamy thighs.

"Do you want to fuck me, Harry?" She asked.

His eyes snapped back to hers.

She knew he did. What bloke wouldn't want to?

He wanted to fuck her all the time when she wasn't looking so deliciously fuckable and wearing an outfit like this specifically for him. She could have asked him that at the party they were just at and he would have dragged her into any secluded spot and given it to her.

There were so many different ways he wanted to take her right then that he couldn't figure out which one he wanted first. Her mouth looked like it wanted to take him inside it. But those knickers looked like they were elastic enough for him to slip his head between her legs and move it to the side to take her with his mouth too.

Or not with his mouth.

If she crawled up on the sofa though he was pretty sure that sliding those knickers down her bum and taking her from behind while she had that hat on would be one hell of an erotic sight as well.

So many options.

He set the mugs down on the buffet beside him and started slowly towards her, never losing eye contact while he loosened his tie. "Are you my Christmas present?" He asked in a deep voice.

Her tongue darted out for a small lick of her lips. He caught the way her breathing changed, getting deeper and hitching as he drew closer. She had this tell, he'd discovered, when she was getting worked up and wet for him. These goosebumps would appear. Not everywhere. Just on her arms right above her elbows, and these little abdominal twitches would happen. He knew for sure that if he was able to see her ass just then it would be clenching off and on as she tried to control her pelvic muscles.

She didn't answer his question. She waited until there was only a few inches between them and gave him a sultry smirk, ensuring her breath movements were helping accentuate her cleavage for his benefit and reaching out to undo his belt and trousers.

"How do you want to fuck me Harry?" She asked, sounding more like a fantasy than reality.

She was offering herself up for him to do with whatever he wanted. His sexy little . Her lips, however, were looking particularly appealing. He reached out to cup her cheek and trace the underside of her lower lip with his thumb.

With the way he was looking at her lips, then slowly back up to her eyes he made his answer clear.

One of her hands dipped into his pants to grab the full length of him, stroking him nice and slow before she lowered herself to her knees in front of him, tugging down the lower half of his clothes with her before she looked back up at him as she poised herself at the ready. He met her eye as she took his erection into her hot mouth as far as she could.

Ginny was certainly experienced in taking his cock in her mouth, and he got great pleasure from it every time. But looking down at her in this outfit, with the kinky boots visible behind her and her holiday hat, it just made it all the hotter.

She wasn't sucking him off like it was a leisure activity either. With the steady and quick movement of her hand fisting around the bottom half of his shaft, coupled with the pace of her mouth and tongue moving at a slightly slower pace; she was determined. Her eyes looking up at him while she sucked him off made it all the hotter.

His eye's rolled back in his head, wishing he'd sat down before she started blowing him. But there was no way he was going to attempt relocating her now. Most of his brain power was going into not grabbing the back of her head and thrusting into her mouth himself. As her hand glided quickly up and down his shaft, and her tongue swirled around his tip on her withdraw Harry had to reach out and grip the mantle above the fireplace, as it was the only thing within reaching distance.

Her other hand came up between his legs and rested on his lower back, as high as she would have been able to reach, then slowly slid down over his cheeks, under him and along between his testicles. She maneuvered her hand around the other one and he felt her open her mouth wider and put one of her fingers in her mouth alongside his erection.

As her finger withdrew and she continued using her mouth to fuck him he looked down at her again with wide eyes. Her wet finger went back between his legs. She lay it between his cheeks and the feeling of that made his eyes go wider. She was looking back up at him with a naughty glint as she applied more and more pressure there.

He didn't' stop her. He couldn't stop her. Her mouth and gripped hand were working him over in a most pleasurable way, and now she was doing this.

They hadn't done this before.

He swallowed deeply and tried to relax enough to keep himself together as she slid her finger inside him. Not all the way, only a bit. He lurched forward at the foreign feeling. His breath caught.

She hadn't stopped taking care of his front while she invaded his rear, and the added sensation had him shaking in a way that he'd never experienced before. It should feel wrong. He should feel disgusted. But this added pressure so close to the area of absolute pleasure she was giving him with her mouth was just so hot.

He let out a loud groan of pleasure and his head rolled back. Gripping the mantle place ledge harder with one hand he couldn't help the lust-filled monster inside him telling him that he needed to cum in her mouth now by whatever method got him there.

His free hand went to the back of her head and he thrust back and forth in little rocking movements that insured he wouldn't be jamming his cock all the way down the back of her throat, but it was making her finger move slightly in and out of him. She was working her tongue on the underside of his shaft in time with his thrusts and his build-up was coming over him like a flood.

His flood doors were about to open too.

Clenching his jaw he looked down at her right at he was about to cum. He had to see her taking his cum in her mouth. "FUCK!" He yelled as he spilled inside her mouth, thrusting forward as much as she allowed, using her hand gripped around him to halt his movements forward.

He groaned with relief as she continued lapping up his seed, his whole body twitching as her tongue rolled gently over his head.

Eventually he realized both of them had halted their movements and she still needed to remove herself.

He looked down again.

She appeared quite smug about her performance. Ginny gave him a slow wink at the same time she slowly removed her finger from behind him. He lurched forward at the unfamiliar sensation, swallowing deeply as his head came up and eyes closed to recover from the feeling.

She removed her other hand from around his softening erection and gave one last lick down the full length of his shaft that caused him to jerk once more.

By the time he opened his eyes again she was standing in front of him and giving a slow lick of her top lip, humming in pleasure. She stepped forward and pressed herself against him then gave a kiss and lick along the pulse point of his neck before nipping lightly at his ear.

"Happy Christmas." She whispered. "I'll be in the bedroom."

As she walked away from him he followed her with his eyes, his body still recovering. He was in such shock still that he couldn't even manage to pull the face splitting smile that he was feeling inside.

He was the luckiest man ever.