Touch me
I find Harry’s eyes across the room and the conclusion from my stress all makes sense. God it’s been too long.
Its been too long since we’ve kissed. Since I’ve felt his body on mine in a hungry fashion. Too long since I’ve been alone with him. All week it’s been nothing but little pecks and wandering hands in classes. But nothing more. And now I know what Ben is talking about when he says he might die of blue balls.
Because just sitting here. Watching his body, his veiny forearms. Blessing from God biceps with a side of to die for shoulders, I have a lady boner. And by the way Harry is looking at me, I think we have the same idea to just leave our dim witted friends and go back to his dorm. Or mine. It doesn’t matter. Just so we can be together.
With one swift flick of my head, he nods his head and flings a shitty excuse to the group. I just leave, because what’s the point? They know where we’re going. No point trying to lie about it, is there?
As soon as we’re up the stairs my hand is in his, the electrical currents buzzing through my body. Anticipation circling all through me. And as soon as his dorm room opens our mouths crash together in a crazed, desperate frenzy. Gripping the back of my thighs, Harry lifts me letting my legs wind against his hips. My hands sink into his hair as our bodies work in union to get as close as possible to each other.
Oh god there is nothing romantic about the way he sandwiches me between him and my bedroom wall. Nor how he shoves his tongue into my mouth as he digs his pelvis into mine.
Trailing his mouth along my jawline, he nibbles at the spot beneath my ear, hands sinking into my ass cheeks. "Oh my god," he murmurs to himself more than me, "it's been too long."
"Tell me about it." I say, reaching for the cotton on his stupid T-shirt. It's in the way, so fucking annoying. Instead of trying to get rid of his shirt, I opt for almost ripping it with the grip I hold on it to get closer. Nearer, anything. Just to feel skin, his smooth skin and strong muscles.
Harry pushes us off the wall and makes long strides to a bed, his bed I hope. God knows what Nessa and Ben have been up to in here.
He sits us down so I'm ontop of him, and all I can feel is him. His hands on my waist, making an endless motion to the bottom of thighs to back up. His mouth moving against my own. His hair beneath my fingertips. Our tongues tangle together, and I can taste him. The smell of him and whatever aftershave he uses attacks my nose and all my senses.
When his hands accidentally break their endless motion to rub against my centre, the gasp that leaves my lips would be embarrassing if I wasn't so focused on making him do that again.
Without realising what he's done, Harry continues his endless motions without a question in mind. Obviously focusing on other things. "Do that again." I murmur against him, my voice barely recognisable to myself. I slide my hand over his bicep. Gripping slightly.
He shudders at the feeling of my licking my lips against his, his breath is shallow when he answers me, "what?"
"I said," I take his hand from my thigh and nudge it closer to the inside of my thigh, "do that again."
"Ginny." He says quietly, stroking his thumb of my jogger clad leg. "I don't know." He scrambles to find the words, a flustered look on his face when he finally just heaves out a breath and says, "I don't know how to do that."
The blush that radiates off his face is the most endearing thing I've seen in my life. And strangely, I'm kind of turned on by the way he doesn't know what he's doing. It just proves the point that he hasn't been with anyone the way he's been with me. That no one has brought him to this sort of intensity.
I take it back, I'm incredibly turned on.
"It's okay." I murmur, a sneaky smile finds my face as I take his hand and place it in front of where I want it, I don't want to completely mortify him, "I can teach you."
He nods quietly and kisses me softly, nervously. I wrap an arm around his neck and use my other one to guide his fingers over my core.
The slightest pressure on my clit and I release a moan that has Harry's attention. My eyes look down to see what he's doing to me, watching me guide him to get me off. And my god it's one of the hottest things I've ever seen.
He tilts my chin up to kiss him again, his fingers move again in an unsure movement. After a couple moments Harry flicks my hand away and when I find his eyes they're full of determination, the need to do this. I just sit here and let him do his thing.
His free hand sinks into the hair at the back of head, tugging. He increases the pressure on my clit and a satisfied moan rumbles in my throat, jaw slacking at the building of tension rolling through me, "touch me Harry." I utter in a open mouthed moan.
"I am Gin." He kneads his palm of his hand into my clothed clit to prove his point.
I shake my head and take his hand blindly, "no I mean touch me." I shove his hand into my joggers and hiss at the skin on skin contact that happens. His rough fingertips still on my centre and he shakes his head with a smile.
"No pants?" He mutters against my lips, "I've been with you all day and you haven't been wearing pants? Are you trying to kill me Weasley?"
I chuckle and rub my nose against his, "it wasn't my first intention no." My hand guides his to the right place again, gulping I just tell him to do the same thing he was just doing.
He searches my eyes for any ounce of nervousness or uncertainty, but he won't find it. I'm full of confidence, and I want him to do it. I know he thinks about it. And god knows it's all I can think about.
I grip the back of his neck and say, "it's okay. You can."
That's all he needs before covering his mouth with mine, absorbing the satisfied moan I release as a finger slides into me, stretching me out.
He moves so I'm sat on his finger and he tries to find a rhythm that suits me. "That's it." I murmur against his lips, "your doing amazing." My hips automatically start to do the work, and when I get used to his one finger I tell him to add another, which he does.
He groans and leans his head against my shoulder, "oh god Gin."
Between trying to chase my high and kissing him you could say my breathing isn't the best when I answer, "what?"
"Your pussy is perfect. Your perfect," he murmurs quietly, "I'm so fucking obsessed with you."
I chuckle lowly, "that's good because I'm obsessed with you too."
The wet noise of Harry's fingers pumping in and out of me is something I'm never going to get tired of. My hips buck up against his hand, incoherent encouragements and moans slipping from my lips.
My knees try to close to gain some friction but Harry's thighs keep them open, stopping them completely.
Suddenly Harry withdraws, my eyes open and I look to him, "what's wrong?"
He tugs at my bottoms before pulling them off my legs, "I couldn't finish what I started with those on." He says before slamming his fingers back into me, the cold air adding this new sort of, touch. And the overall experience is amazing. Mind blowing.
When he curls his fingers in me, finding my G-spot the moan I release is anything but holy. "Fucking hell Harry." Is all I moan.
"You like that?" He mumbles, doing it again. Hitting the exact same spot, again.
I nod into the crook of his neck and muffle my moan again, "oh no you don't." He says before stopping.
"What?"
"If your going to come undone to my fingers. I'm going to watch it. Okay?" When his fingerprints lightly touch over my very delicate centre all I do is nod and watch him dive back in.
It doesn't take long before he has me in a squirming, messy hair, moaning frenzy. When my eyes fall to where we join together he pulls my chin up and starts kissing his way down the left side of my neck, "remember our deal love."
"Oh fuck Harry." I groan at him. Only he could find a way to annoy me while simultaneously, he manages to keep our pace while finding my eyes and I watch as his pupils focus on me. Like I'm the only thing that exists at this moment in time. When he curls his fingers in my again I know that it's my tipping point, "I'm going to-"
I bite my lip to contain myself as the knot that's been building for too long comes undone. "Fuck Ginny." Is all his murmurs before pulling his fingers out of me. "Your fucking gorgeous."
Tired and post-orgasmic I push Harry on his chest to cuddle into him while I calm down from what was better than any orgasm I've ever given myself. "Where the hell did you learn to do that?" I murmur to myself more than Harry. "You just kind of dived right in. Curling your fingers and finding something I struggle to find."
"Your not the only one who reads your books. I've been researching this." He says, and I promise you now my heart flips when I hear it. "I'm guessing I did good then?" He chuckles when I dig face into the side of his neck.
Harry's hands come to rest on my bare thigh and my tank top covered waist. I nod my head and smile, "you did good."
I kiss his jaw, assuring him that it was good, "Good. Because now that it's over. That was the scariest shit ever."
It's my turn to chuckle now, I lean up and peck his lips, "if there was a scale for first time fingering you'd be at least an 8."
"An 8? Damn I'm going to get better at that. Might some practice for the next test." He answers playfully.
"I'll gladly be the test subject." I say, jumping out of bed to grab my joggers, I pull them on and jump back into bed. "We've got dinner soon, unless you want to stay here tonight. In which case we can go to the house elves?"
He grins down at me and tucks a wild piece of hair behind my ear, "You think you can get rid of me that easily huh? I'm staying here tonight."
"Good."
It's quiet for a moment, he rubs a finger in a circle over my arm, "Though I think I should choose the film."
"Harry?" I say, my voice muffled into his skin.
"Yeah."
I grin and lean up, "Don't be so ridiculous. I'm choosing." I peck his lips and go over to the movie player. And let's just say we didn't see much of that film, or the next, and after that I fell asleep.