First Lesson

Her breath was fast, hot and sweet on his skin, her fingers following a delicious pattern of passion over his shoulders and chest. He sank down on her, gasping and shuddering, his mind blissfully empty after their first, united peak.

When he had regained the ability of speech (and of clear thinking), he whispered: "At least this time Ron didn't burst into the room before I could get you out of your dress…"

He was still enclosed in her warm flesh, and her soft laugh made him gasp and shudder all over again.

"In our Wedding Night? He wouldn't dare."

He buried his face in the soft mass of red-golden hair, silently marveling at the fact how perfectly her soft curves nestled against his body.

Ginny Potter. His wife.

Suddenly she giggled.

"Do you know what? When Professor Flitwick told us to 'swish and flick', he certainly didn't think of this."