Harry Potter Porn Story: A lesson in Patience

Ginny shakily stepped out of the bathroom, plotting revenge, and precisely one hour later, they made polite excuses, said their goodbyes, and Apparated home. The moment they appeared in the living room, Harry gave her a worried look, clearly not knowing whether she intended to hex him or kiss him.

She smiled her most reassuring smile and opted for the latter. She intertwined her fingers into his hair and pressed the back of his head, pulling him down for a kiss. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, tasting wine and the lingering reminder of his earlier activities. His hands flew to her hair, trying in vain to release her locks from the twist, but eventually he gave up, and relaxed into the kiss. Sucker, she thought fondly.

She pulled back, took a moment to graze her teeth over his bottom lip and then, separating herself from the succulent flesh with difficulty, took his hand, and guided him towards their bedroom.

“You’re not mad?” he asked tentatively, abusing the lip Ginny was teasing a second before.

“Why would I be?” she said innocently.

He shrugged, taking off his robe as they entered the room. He undid his tie and took off his shoes and socks in impressively short amount of time. “Dunno …” he mumbled.

Wrong answer, Potter, she grinned inwardly. ‘Sorry, I just couldn’t resist,’ would’ve worked much better, she mused.

She let him take off her dress, and pull her back firmly to his chest as his mouth descended on her neck immediately. He made a long mmm sort of sound, the resulting vibrations along her back making her shudder and forget her plan for a moment.

One of his hands massaged her breast through the bra and the other trailed over the smooth skin of her stomach, moving downwards. As he tugged on her earlobe with his teeth and cupped her through her knickers — his thumb placed strategically, moving in wonderful, pleasant circles — Ginny suddenly remembered that she wanted to teach Harry a lesson.

She wriggled her arse a little, rubbing on the hardness that was pressing her there. Harry groaned, his movements faltered, and Ginny freed herself from his grasp with ease.

He frowned at her but stopped when she pushed him backwards, making him sit on the bed. She reached for the zipper of his pants and he grinned at her appreciatively. “I love your sense of priority,” he praised as he lifted his hips to help her get his pants as well as his boxers off him.

She made him lie down and he did so eagerly. She straddled his legs and pushed her hands beneath the fancy, white shirt he was still wearing, to trail her fingertips lightly over his flat stomach. He shivered — the muscles beneath her fingers quivering and Ginny sighed contently. Merlin, she missed him.

He was hard and heavy, pulsing when she took him in her hand. Harry arched and moaned loudly, his breath hitching as she moved to take him in her mouth. Just as her warm breath ghosted over the head of his cock, Ginny looked up suddenly and straightened.

“You know,” she said conversationally, “I feel kind of peckish.”

“Er … what?” Harry’s eyes were unfocused and wide.

“I’m hungry,” Ginny assured, nodding her head empathically for emphasize. “I think I’m going to go grab something to eat.” Harry stared at her, blinking hard, looking completely shocked. “You wait here,” she told him, getting off the bed, and grabbing her wand in a flash. Harry had no time to react, he only gasped as his wrist and ankles were pressed firmly into the bed, held unmovable by magic.

“Ginny!” Harry spluttered disbelievingly, before he levelled a murderous glare on her.

She bit her lip to prevent herself from laughing because his glare was completely at odds with his helpless state. Wrapping a dressing gown around herself, she promised, “I’ll be right back.”

A barrage of colourful curses followed her all the way to the kitchen, making Ginny feel mildly impressed and vaguely guilty, because she was probably the one who added the plethora of rude phrases to Harry’s vocabulary.

She wasn’t really hungry so she looked around the kitchen speculatively. She cast some cleaning charms and then made some stray dishes to click happily and wash themselves. She undid her twist, letting her hair fall down freely, sighing in relief as she did so. After the kitchen was spotless and sparkling, she decided that she could eat some ice cream. She opened the fridge, careful to make as much noise as possible, prompting another spat of muffled curses to drift from the bedroom.

After a few spoonfuls, Ginny was starting to lose her patience — Harry was on their bed, half-naked and waiting. She scowled at the old grandfather clock on the wall that informed her that she was here a little less than ten minutes.

“Oh, bugger it,” she sighed, shook her head at her own lack of patience, and then practically ran towards the room. She paused at the door, to regain her breath, and stop her giggles. She took off her bra and knickers with speed that would impress even Harry and then, pulling the dressing gown more firmly around her, strolled imperiously into the bedroom.

Her steps faltered at the sight of him in the very same position she had left him. His hands were placed at either side of his head in the surrender-position, but the binds were invisible and he looked like he just lay there to wait for her of his own volition. Harry quickly masked his obvious relief at seeing her into a glare and Ginny noted with amusement that his erection didn’t abate in the slightest.

“Oh, you’re still here?” she asked innocently with wide eyes.

Harry scowled. “Very funny. Highly amusing,” he huffed. “That was completely uncalled for. You are … evil and …” He fell silent quickly as Ginny threw off her dressing gown, leaving herself completely naked. She climbed on the bed, straddling his legs again, and leaned down, promptly taking him inside her mouth. He gasped and bucked violently, and Ginny vaguely wondered whether he thought that her ice cream cold mouth was a bonus or a detriment.

She sucked hard, pressing his hips firmly on the bed, restraining his movements easily since he was still bound. He gasped and shuddered. “Oh, I forgive you … I forgive you,” he moaned reverently, and Ginny chuckled around his cock, making him shiver continuously.

He was close, she knew that by the quiet little Oh-sound he made, and she pulled away quickly with a wet popping sound. He cursed and spluttered again.

“Potty-mouth Potter,” she scolded in a low voice, moving up along his body.

“You are trying to drive me insane,” he practically whined and then moaned as she slid on him with ridiculous ease — she was ready for him for an hour, oh well, the whole day actually, possibly the whole month.

She summoned all of her willpower to make herself stay still. He bucked in vain, desperately trying to make her move, but she gripped him with her thighs firmly and refused to budge even as the feeling of him inside of her made her tremble with need.

He alternated between huffing, whining, and glaring at her, and then pressed his lips firmly together when she began to unbutton his shirt. He shivered as she let it fall open and then caressed the warm chest, bending down to tease a nipple with her mouth.

Harry’s nipples weren’t the most sensitive part of his body — she could get better results by concentrating on his neck — but she discovered with time that she could make them sensitive if she really persisted.

Sure enough, as she licked, sucked, and pinched the small nubs into hard peaks, Harry was moaning in earnest, quite loudly — well, loudly for Harry as he was usually very quiet during sex — but she must have truly driven him to the brink of madness because he was responding to her every touch rather violently.

She lifted her head only after her lips started to burn and Harry’s nipples looked thoroughly abused. She was quivering from the effort it took to restrain both Harry and herself from moving, and when she looked at Harry’s face, her quivers intensified. Harry was panting heavily, his body covered with sheen of sweat, and his pupils were dilated so much that his eyes looked incredibly dark. He didn’t look angry or pleading anymore, merely awed as he stared at her hungrily.

It would be positively dangerous to release him now, Ginny mused. Absolutely insane. Ginny bit her lip, fighting excitement, and reached for her wand, previously disregarded on the bed. She freed his arms and legs from the spell, and for a second he blinked at her uncomprehendingly while Ginny waited with bated breath to see what he would do.

In a flurry of movement, her breath was knocked out of her and she found herself pressed firmly on her back with Harry looming over her. She hardly had time to gulp some air when he took it from her, slamming his mouth on hers in a hard, bruising kiss. Her legs were high in the air, and she felt like she was bent double, but then realised that she probably was.

She would have screamed if she could when Harry slammed inside her, not from the pain or surprise but inexplicable relief that came with the much-desired friction. Merlin, how did she manage to postpone this for so long, surely years passed since they entered the apartment, or decades?

He trusted inside her with the force that shook the bed, possibly the whole world, his mouth firmly attached to hers, his tongue mimicking the movements of his cock. She thought she would suffocate before she belatedly remembered that she still had a nose, but it did her little good, and soon it just didn’t matter, because pleasure was humming through her entire body, spreading to her toes, and Ginny would like to swear the she felt it in her eyelashes, as her orgasm rippled through her. Dimly, she realised that Harry finally tore his mouth away from hers and made a loud choking sound before he shuddered violently.

It took a long while for them to regain their breath, and for Harry to recover enough sense to lift from her and roll over on his back.

Ginny straightened her legs with supreme difficulty and managed to let out a breathless laugh. “Wow.”

“Yeah,” Harry said feebly.

It was getting somewhat cold, and Ginny realised that they were both quite wet — even her hair felt damp. “I can’t feel my legs,” she complained.

“I can’t feel my … brain. I think it’s gone useless,” Harry mourned.

Ginny tried to give a witty reply, but only managed, “Ship. Sailed.”

Harry half-rolled half-crawled towards her, propping himself up on his elbow. “So, this was my punishment for persisting when you told me to wait?”

“Punishment? This was a reward!” she said indignantly. “Obviously. I’ve shagged you silly, Potter! Admit it.”

He shrugged nonchalantly, her eyes twinkling down at her. “It was … Acceptable.”

“It was Outstanding! I’ll tickle you until you say so!” she threatened, trying and falling to shake her fist at him.

Harry raised an eyebrow at her.

“Any time now,” she promised, but then smiled. “I was going to teach you a lesson in patience, you know. You need one.”

“Mm-mmm,” he murmured indulgently, and then lowered his lips to her neck to press sloppy kisses there.

“Urgh, you’re just drooling,” she complained, even as she reached for his head to press him closer.

His sloppy kisses turned to pleasant nips, and just as she was starting to enjoy the sensation, he blew a wet raspberry there.

She squealed and hit him feebly. “You git!” She stopped her attack when he lifted his head and looked at her with a brilliant smile.

“You know,” he murmured, and impossibly, she felt his spent cock twitch beside her leg. “I think I will need more lessons,” he said with an earnest expression, nodding gravely.

She laughed. “You’re lucky I’m such a dedicated, helpful girlfriend.” She wriggled from his grasp and stood up, pleased that she wasn’t dizzy … much. “Bathroom,” she declared firmly.

Harry groaned and promptly collapsed, apparently playing possum, and she tried in vain to drag him from the bed by his foot. She sighed and gave up, walking to the bathroom huffily. “Fine, I’ll just go and have a fun time in the shower all by myself.”

She barely closed the bathroom door when Harry Apparated directly in the shower. “Fun?” he said hopefully.

“You need many lessons,” she said sternly. “It’s just work, work, work for me,” she sighed dramatically.

Harry pulled her into the shower and inflamed her desire quickly with kisses and caresses, and as he moved to kneel in front of her for the second time that day, Ginny figured that there were things on this world that she liked more than Harry’s impatient tongue, but for the life of her, she couldn’t remember a single one.