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Post by Ginny Weasley on Sept 20, 2007 20:56:15 GMT -5
As Ginny kissed Harry softly, she wondered if they were taking things too far, too soon. But her complaints quieted as she noticed the gentle and tender way that he kissed her. She knew that this was the right thing to do, the thing that she wanted to do.
Ginny smiled as she heard the beat of Harry's heart. She was immensely aroused by the fact that his heart was beating for her, that he wanted her. Ginny pushed Harry back on the bed, and kissed him thoroughly. When Harry moaned and pulled her against him, Ginny only continued her ministrations. Her tongue dueled furiously with his as they shared this intimate moment. Harry thrust against her gently, and Ginny in turn rubbed her hips against him. The friction that she felt when his hard erection rubbed against her was amazing. As Harry finally lost control and dropped his head to the sheets, moaning her name, Ginny's eyes darkened with passion. He looked like a god, laying there with his chiseled chest and muscular arms and toned stomach and... Ginny swallowed. She hadn't really noticed how much Harry's desire for her had grown. Until now, that is. Yes, Harry did look absolutely astounding.
Ginny moaned as Harry's free hand explored her body. She rose her arms above her head, surrendering all control. As Harry thrust his fingers in and out of her with more speed, Ginny moaned. She gripped the sheets around her, aching to hold Harry in her arms, but he was too far down for her to reach now. Suddenly, she felt Harry gently stroking her clit with his finger, and she squirmed in pleasure, her eyes widening. "Oh my god, Harryyyy!" she moaned in ecstasy, squirming even more. His hand rubbed her thigh roughly, and his fingers rubbed her insides. She felt something build up within her, a pressure. As Harry rested his hand below her breasts, she grabbed it and held on to it. "Harry, stop," she said, tugging on his hand to pull him up. When she had pulled his eager hands away from her equally eager body, she looked into his intense green eyes. "When I have an orgasm for the first time Harry, I want you to be inside of me," she said softly, kissing him again. "I don't think I'll be able to hold off if we keep it up like this."
As Harry used a deep and throaty voice that she hadn't heard before, Ginny's lips parted. She gasped as the lower half of his body thrust into her, but not entering her. She wondered what was so special about her that made Harry so eager for her. He was big and rock-hard, so much that it made Ginny wonder if he would even fit inside of her.
But she needn't have worried; Harry fit inside of her perfectly, almost as if they were made for each other. She was tight around him, but tight in a pleasureful and not painful way. As Harry looked at her with concern in his wonderful eyes, Ginny smiled emotionally. "I'm okay," she said, raising her hand up to brush his cheekbone. And she was. Ginny felt the last bits of pain go away, and she sighed, relieved. She brought her lips back to his, kissing him slowly and tenderly. Ginny wriggled around a bit, getting comfortable. She rested her hands on Harry's back and pulled him closer to her, feeling him sink deeper into her in the process. She let out a light moan into Harry's mouth, and she stroked his naked back. Suddenly, Ginny felt Harry move out of her and back in again. She moaned loudly into his mouth, her hot breath caressing his lips. As Harry started to push in and out of her in with more speed, Ginny's eyes widened as she felt the pressure building again inside of her. She gasped as Harry's hands found her breasts, her mouth pulling away from his to inhale the air. She collapsed back on the satin sheets, pulling Harry with her. She couldn't believe that this was finally happening. Her red hair fanned out beneath her, and her chocolate eyes were fixed into Harry's green ones, mesmerized. She always knew that this moment would be perfect.
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 30, 2007 20:33:57 GMT -5
His kisses meant everything and symbolized the raging feeling of love that he had never felt for anyone other than Ginny. She was like his one and only, his dove, his best friend, and he could not love a living creature any more than he loved her. She, truly, was his everything.
His head sunk into the feather filled pillows, the dusty scent of sweat in the air, and his fingers found their way to the sheets. His fingered played themselves across the silk and satin felt sheets, his fingers becoming over excited, and he clenched a fist of them in his fingers. Her touch, her kiss, the feeling of her above him made him feel like he was the luckiest guy on earth. She was there for him, and only for him, and he could see it in her eyes. Her loving chocolate brown eyes, oh- how he loved to star at them so. He had to admit to himself, though, that he was not in love with her body. Sure- this was amazing, but it was not her body which drove him into doing this with her. Instead it was her character, earning the award winning star in his life. The moans had echoed through the hallowed room, and he found himself staring into the bright eyes of the ceiling, and knowing that she was perfect.
Harry knew he had no idea what he was doing. He had no plans of what to make of the situation, nor did he have any idea on what to do with her. He did not want to treat her wrongly, no, and he did not want to hurt her, but once his fingers had touched her once, he couldn’t pull himself into stopping. He became a craving beast, and this was the one thing which he wanted to keep himself from becoming. He did not want to seem overly desperate, but it seemed to be that he was clearly found out. It wasn’t over, but it felt like it when she had told him to stop. He looked at her, a sinking feeling in his heart, when he realized that he was either not good enough for her or he had done something wrong. When she explained herself, he understood though. He understood that she was nearly ready, and he was moving in a pattern that she had not planned. He nodded to her words. “What ever you enjoy.” He said softly. “I am all yours.” He whispered gently as he squirmed his way from her lower half to her lips and circled his arms around her with an erect position.
He rested his lips upon her neck and breathed in a rightful lust into her delicate skin. She was perfect, so perfect that it hurt him to know that anyone could have been doing this with her. He had this thriving feeling inside that he would never let anyone touch her, for she was only his. Maybe that was just a spark, but he felt like going and killing every ex who even thought about doing this with her. She was special, she was perfect, and she was his.
His body shook suddenly with nervousness. Was he doing this right? Was he hurting her and she was just trying to cover it up? Even if she wanted him to move on, he would not be able to do it if he knew he was causing her pain. That was the last thing he ever wanted to let her feel. Her words had given him strength, though. He knew she was alright now, for he could she the sincerity in her eyes. He kissed her back lightly, inhaling the scent of her delectable hair, and breaking from the kiss. He moved just enough to let her wiggle more comfortably, which then when she seemed okay, he began to work his body. He felt her warm hands crawl to his back, and he smiled lovingly at her. He pushed himself, sinking himself into her body, and attempting to reach as far as he could go. He pulled back, trying once again, stretching her body out. When she began to moan, he pulled away from her lips. He wanted to hear her moans; he wanted to hear her scream his name, but he still snuck in kisses every now and then. He knew, though, that once he picked up speed she was beginning to fold. Once his hands had cupped her breasts, he found that he had touched a nerve. He picked up a greater speed, not knowing where he got it from, and huffed into her ear. “Ginny…” He said, in a rightful moan. A pressure was now building in him, too.
[[Reason for not posting. Alright, last night I sat down to post, like I promised, but when I got about half way through I looked over to find that my dog was making a strange noise. I thought he was snoring, but I was wrong. Before I knew it he went into a seizure, and began twitching uncontrollably on the floor. My little sister was screaming, I was crying histerically, and my mom was on the phone with the vet. We tried several vet offices and they told us they would do nothing because it was the weekend. So we waited. After the first seizure he seemed alright, so we put him outside to get some air, but then he went into another one. He went into having multiple seizures, and ended up having one that lasted almost ten minutes long. I thought it was the end, but he keep stopping, and he would end by breatheing so hard that it hurt him. So we finally got him put to sleep by a vet who offered to come to our house and inject him. So my dog passed away and then I didn't really feel up to doing anything else the entire night. I burried him at 6:00 this morning, and now I feel like a piece of my life is missing. I am sorry I have been so absent in RPing, but right now I have my mind some place else, but I posted, at least.]]
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Post by Ginny Weasley on Oct 1, 2007 22:38:11 GMT -5
As Harry gripped the satin sheets tightly in his hands and moaned, Ginny felt and heard his heartbeat speed up. She smiled against his skin, pressing her open mouth against his sweaty skin and tasting the saltiness there. This was perfect. He was perfect. She looked back, heavy-lidded, into his piercing green eyes. She smiled then, feeling her eyes moisten. She wouldn't ever be able to describe the amount of love that she felt for Harry. It was all around, consuming her being, her very soul.
As Harry stroked her flaming insides with his skillful fingers, Ginny couldn't contain a loud moan. Harry knew just how to touch her, just how to love her, just... just right. As she explained why she had pulled away, she reached her arms around him, and pulled him to her tightly. "Don't ever think that I don't want you," she whispered softly to him. "I always want you. Don't ever forget it. That felt... mind-bogglingly wonderful, by the way." Ginny smiled up at him, keeping her arms around him as he moved up and kissed her. She moved her lips softly and tenderly across him, bringing her arms up his back until they were tangled in his jet-black hair. It was even messier than usual, and Ginny didn't think that it would have been possible. "I want you to enjoy things too, you know," she said to him softly when their kiss ended. "That's the most important thing to me."
As Harry placed his lips upon her neck and breathed in lustfully, Ginny moaned, tilting her head to give him better access. "You are mine only mine," she whispered to him. "As I am yours. For always and forever." By the time that she was finished speaking, she was panting, breathing deeply. Her head was tilted back, and her pulse point was beating wildly. She felt like her heart would leap out of her chest from Harry's close proximity. His scent washed over her, enveloping her like a warm blanket. This must be heaven, or maybe it was hell because she didn't belong to Harry completely. Not yet.
As Harry pushed himself in and out of her, Ginny lost track of what exactly was happening around her. She just knew feeling. Emotion. Love. Harry. Her world was a blur of colors, but the color that shone most of all was the emerald of Harry's eyes shining back at her, filled with love and adoration. Ginny looked up into his eyes, not looking away except for the moments when she felt his soft lips meet hers in a tender kiss. Ginny felt Harry pick up his pace, and she whimpered in pleasure as the base of his erection rubbed against her sensitive bud of nerves. She held onto him tightly as he pounded in and out of her, savoring the feelings that came into her. Her hips bucked into him at each thrust, and Ginny's pupils were dilated with her want for him. As Harry moaned her name into her ear, Ginny picked up her own pace. She felt like she was going to explode at any moment. "Love...you," she got out between thrusts, looking deep into his eyes, before her eyelids fluttered closed as she moaned. But she forced them open again, wanting, no needing to see Harry's eyes looking at her like she was the only person in the world.
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Post by Harry Potter on Oct 13, 2007 22:39:39 GMT -5
Nothing in the world mattered to him anymore. The surroundings were nothing but distant blurs, and all he could see was her. All he could feel was her, and the satin sheets that lay among them. His heart pounded like mad, and his body twitched in ways that it never had before. Something was arousing him so much that it drove him mad. It was her, and now he did not understand why he had ever let her go. Never in all of his life had he meant to kill this feeling. Yet months ago, he had. Now, though, she was his again.
His very fingers made his stomach squirm in delight. Her very words made him want to scream out to the world how much he loved her, but he had to be hallowed. He did not want himself to become this crazed. It would be a disaster. He, though, wanted to love her. But doing this was improper, wasn’t it? He smiled at her, smelling in the scent of her amazing hair. “I’m glad,” he said sweetly. “I want you for as long as you want me.” He said softly. “Not even the dark lord could pull us apart now.” He said to her. “I will love you for as long as my heart still beats. Forever.” He kissed her lightly on the lips once again. “And don’t ever forget that.” He smiled at her again. “Do not worry about me, love, as long as you are happy.” He said. Truth was, he was not doing this for pleasure. He was doing it to love her as much as possible, to prove to her that he had to. He had to, right?
He laughed into her delicate skin as she spoke. Was she only his? Was she? No, she was not. In this case, yes she was only his, but in the big world she belonged in her father’s arms. She was his prize, and he was only a second love. There were many people in the world that she loved that he could not replace, and he selflessly wanted that. These words she spoke came to him as half lies, but they were in a good way. “For always and forever.” He echoed un-intentionally. Her radiant scent filled his nostrils with longevity. She was everything to him. His lips pressed harder into her neck. “Love me,” He said eagerly.
His breaths became heavy with every thrust he made into her. Everything was evaporating, and she was the only thing that he even cared about. Thoughts were lost in his head, and his fingers selfishly found their way to her skin again. He grasped her hips, sliding his hands upwards, and resting them on the sheets around her head. He began to thrust into her harder, moaning out in ecstasy. The feeling was building inside of him, waiting for the very moment to release him into her, but no. He had to keep it up, he could not stop. Her pleasure filled moans were music to his ears. He could not stop until she screamed out his name. He would not stop until she was fully satisfied. He had to be good to her, or she would leave him. She would leave just like everyone else. Ginny was different, though. Ginny was the only one who he cared to see leave. He felt her pick up her pace and his body went wild, losing control of this image he wanted to become. His intense eyes stared into hers. “Love… you… too.” He said. He could not hold on any longer. The pressure was beginning to become too much for him to handle. He was ready.
[Sorry sorry sorry sorry... SORRY!!!!!!!!!!! *gives you a million more sorries and a bazillion dollars to spend on more sorries!]
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