Exploring Ginevra

Harry has an erotic dream about Ginny, in which he explores every inch of the young woman he loves. One shot! Written for xoxogossipgirlxoxo. Rated M for a reason.

A/N: This story is written for xoxogossipgirlxoxo. She's one of my most frequent reviewers for my "Essence of Ginevra" story, and wanted some more "physical things" between Harry and Ginny. Since that story is not farenough along for that, I wrote a one-shot for her to tide her over. Hope you like it xoxogossipgirlxoxo! :-)

Harry looked around. He was in Ginny's room. How did he get here, he wondered. Ginny stood before him wearing only a housecoat. Well this was weird. She opened her mouth now, and her voice was like an inviting whisper which washed over him.

"I want you Harry..." she said barely audible.

Want me? Ginny? What are you talking about? Is this real? Harry struggled to make sense of the uncharacteristic things which were happening. He was just about to ask her what on earth she was talking about, when she let her robe fall to the ground. Harry's body froze now. Time seemed to ignore him, as he stared unmoving at the beauty before him.

Ginny had not been wearing anything under her robe. Her exquisite body was on display for him now. Harry almost forgot to breathe. His eyes...they were darting everywhere. He scanned every inch of her slender form in an instant. The image of her perfection would be burned into his mine forever. She smiled at him now, unabashed at her nakedness before him. She was beautiful, confident, and for the moment, in charge.

She moved to him now, and wrapped her arms around him. They were barely an inch apart now, and she stared into his eyes deeply.

"I've wanted you for so long Harry. My heart is already yours forever - make my body yours too..." she whispered softly in his ear.

Harry could not believe what was happening. His senses were overwhelmed now. He could feel the heat of Ginny's body close to him. The soft hint of her strawberry scented hair seemed to fill his lungs with each laboured breath he took. Her eyes - they seemed to stare directly into his soul, and he found that he could lose himself completely inside them.

Ginny's lips moved to his cheek now. Harry sighed softly. He felt her kiss him softly on the cheek, and the gentle touch of those soft lips caused his body to shudder involuntarily. She kissed his one cheek, and then the other. Then she moved down to his lips. Their lips met, and Harry let Ginny's presence overwhelm him. He could feel her lips working against his, and then his mouth parted. Ginny matched him, and soon their tongues touched. He felt her tongue playfully dancing with his, and his heart fluttered slightly. This was pure bliss. He was kissing Ginny! He'd longed to kiss her for so long. How many nights had he lay awake wondering what her delicate lips would feel like against his? And now it was happening!

Ginny's tongue was flicking lightly against his now. He opened his mouth wider now, and she pulled away ever so slightly. Her tongue was running along the outside edge of his lips now. He could feel the wetness of it on his lips. She took his bottom lip between hers, and pulled slightly. Harry shuddered again. Oh Ginny...your kisses are like candy to me. Harry mimicked her actions, and soon he was playing with Ginny's lips with his own. She was sighing now too, enjoying the attention his lips were giving her. Their tongues became entwined again, and Harry and Ginny both struggled to find breath. After a few moments, they broke their kiss, and both stood trying to catch their breath.

Ginny's cheeks were flushed. Her soft pale cheeks were rose coloured now. Harry enjoyed the idea that he had made them so. Ginny's eyes seemed to blaze brilliantly now. She gazed at him longingly, and the intensity of the stare left no doubt that she wanted more. No, she needed more. Nothing less would do to extinguish the inner fire of lust she had burning for him now.

He moved to her now, acting on instinct. He took her hand in his, and guided her to the bed. She lay back, and Harry gazed at her once more. Ginny was perfect. Her body seemed to be the crowning masterpiece of a master sculpture. Her alabaster skin was flawless. There was no blemish or imperfection to be found anywhere on her nubile body. Harry's pulse began to take off as he gazed at her.

"Please Harry..." she pleaded softly.

Harry broke out of his trance. So lost had he been exploring her body with his eyes, that he'd forgotten he could do the same with his fingers. He lay beside her, locking his eyes with hers. His finger moved to her cheek now, and he brushed it lightly across her skin. She closed her eyes now, relishing his touch. Harry could hear her breath becoming short, and could see the rise and fall of her chest quicken. Her head turned to the side, and Harry let the underside of his finger brush against the surface of her other cheek. Harry marveled at how his simplest touch seemed to make her quiver. With each playful stroke, barely touching her, she squirmed and panted.

He moved his fingers down her neck now. She craned her neck slightly, explosing more of her luscious skin to him. He let his fingers glide across her neck slowly.

"Mmmmm" she moaned softly as Harry's fingers worked across her neck tracing invisible patterns on her skin. He began using his lips now. He planted soft kisses along her neck. Ginny's panting became louder now. He kissed his way along her neck, and then let his tongue snake out playfully. Ginny's cheeks were flushed now as she felt the end of his tongue wind it's way across her neck. She was almost gasping for breath now. She opened her eyes slightly, and Harry watched her eyelids flutter. Ginny struggled to look at him, as if she had lost focus. She was losing herself in his touch.

Harry moved down to her breasts now. Ginny moaned. His fingers worked across the curve of her breast now. Her body twisted involuntarily now, and Harry smiled at the effect he was having on her. His fingers brushed against her hard nipple now. She gasped and shuddered once more as his fingers worked their magic on her.

"Oh Harry..." she moaned. Her voice was husky now - filled with lust and desire.

Harry moved to her nipple, and lazily rolled his tongue over it. Ginny's hands were clenching now. They were opening and closing now, as Ginny's body struggled to remain in control as he explored her. With each playful caress with his fingers, tongue, or lips - Ginny surrendered more of herself to him.

Harry took a deep breath now, and exhaled slowly on her nipple. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her erect nipple, and the feeling was indescribeable. Ginny's blood was thundering through her veins now. Harry took her one nipple inside his mouth, and sucked lightly.

"Oh God..." Ginny managed to croak out, as Harry enveloped her nipple with his mouth. As he sucked lightly, his tongue played across it, doubling the sensations she experienced. Ginny was gasping now, and her body would thrash slightly as Harry moved from one breast to the other. He'd alternate his attentions to one breast for a minute, and then switch to the other.

Finally after several moments, Harry slowed down, and worked his lips back up her neck to her lips. They kissed deeply once more, and Harry found his hands working their way through Ginny's hair. Her red locks felt like the most softest silk ever spun. As their kiss ended, he moved back down her body. Her eyes were locked onto his, wondering where he would go next. Ginny didn't wait long for an answer.

Harry's fingers began to play across her flat stomach. Her abdominal muscles flexed as Harry worked his way around her belly button. He was playfully tickling her now as his fingers worked across her stomach. Ginny was giggling now, and it was music to Harry's ears. Harry continued around Ginny's stomach, watching intently at her reactions to his touches. He alternated his caresses using his lips, hands, and tongue. Ginny loved them all. It didn't matter what he did, she squirmed, she panted, she moaned, she sighed.

Harry spoke for the first time now.

"Ginny..." he whispered.

"Yes my love?" she answered breathlessly.

"I want to taste you..." Harry answered, equally breathless.

Ginny's face scrunched up now, as she struggled to keep her eyes closed. She knew what was coming, and was bracing for it. If Harry's touch on the rest of her body left her in this condition, she shuddered to imagine how her body would react as Harry touched her in her most intimate place.

Harry moved lower, and positioned himself between Ginny's legs. She spread her legs for him, and Harry's mind was overcome with desire and want for Ginny. He gazed at her closely now. She was mostly shaven, although a lightly trimmed patch of red pubic hair was visible. Harry let out a long slow breath as he studied her. Her inner thighs were already glistening with her desire. Harry could see the wetness on her labia, and could see her outer lips were soaked with the evidence of her arousal. He moved closer now. He could smell her. The scent of Ginny flooded his senses. It intoxicated him. Her scent overwhelmed him. She was so aroused, so excited - and it was for him. Harry closed his eyes for a few seconds, just relishing the smell of Ginny's desire. But he needed more...

He hovered over top of her now, and Ginny could feel the closeness of his face to her. She opened her eyes, and watched him move slowly to his destination. Her eyes bulged now as she watched his tongue leave his mouth.

Her whole body was trembling now with anticipation. She felt his tongue glide over her outer labia, and her head snapped back on the pillow instantly. Her mouth was clenched tightly, and she strugled to control her body now. Harry was in heaven. As his tongue trailed over Ginny's outer lips, he could taste her. His head was swooning. He was licking Ginny...tasting her...and he loved it. Her taste on his tongue was like nothing he'd ever known before. He began working his tongue over her outer lips as Ginny's chest heaved up and down. Her legs were squirming now, and she was having trouble staying still. With each lick, her body convulsed.

Harry began rubbing his fingers up and down her outer labia, and they were soaked with her juices almost instantly. He continued using his fingers and tonue, alternately regularly.

"Oh God Harry...I can't take much more of this..." Ginny said in a frantic voice. She would need release soon.

Harry used his hands to spread her outer lips apart, and then flicked his tongue over Ginny's soft inner lips. Ginny's head was thrashing from side to side now, and it was with difficulty that Harry managed to keep her legs from closing as her squirming increased in intensity. His tongue and lips worked their way over her inner lips, and then then Harry took one in his mouth and tugged lightly.

"Oh. My. God." Ginny managed to squeak out.

Harry was licking her in earnest now, as if trying to devour every drop of her essence as she raced headlong into bliss. He licked, and he kissed, and he sucked, and with each touch Ginny's body seemed to be speeding out of control.

He found Ginny's clitoris now, and his thumb began to work over it lightly, as his tongue explored her inner depths. Harry's lips and chin were soaked with Ginny's juices now, as his tongue began to lick her frantically, as his hand worked on her excited clitoris. Ginny was almost there, he knew. He glided a finger now between her slick folds, and began to move in and out. Ginny's eyes rolled back in her head, as he began to finger her lightly. He began to increase the tempo now, and his tongue began to dance over her clitoris as his fingers worked in and out of her. He went faster and faster. Ginny couldn't breathe. She would surely die from this pleasure.

Harry took Ginny's clitoris in his mouth now, and sucked hard as he slipped another fingers inside of her. He pumped his fingers in and out rapidly as he sucked on her sensitive button. there was no turning back now.

Ecstacy overtook Ginny now. She felt a warmth building inside her, which gradually grew. It centered around her clitoris, and then seemed to explode outward, causing her body to pulse with a pleasure she'd never known before. Her body quivered and shuddered, and she could feel her inner muscles clamp down around Harry's fingers, and they began convulsing around him as bliss overtook her. Slowly the intensity diminished, and she opened her eyes. She could barely move. She felt drained, and weak. She was still recovering from her orgasm, as Harry's attention slowed, and finally he looked her looked up at her with his eyes beaming. She saw him now, his face covered with her juices, and she sighed again. She felt completely spent now.

After a moment, she has recovered somewhat, and looked at him with love filled eyes.

"Harry..." she whispered.

"Yes my love?" he answered.

"It's your turn now..." she said with a devilish smile...

A/N: I debated a long time about using cruder terms in this story. It would have made my life easier. But somehow, I couldn't do it. I felt they would be out of place in this story. This was especially evident about when I wrote about Harry tasting Ginny. So, I settled for softer descriptions like labia, lips, etc rather than more explicit ones. I have no problems using the explicit words in other stories, but I do find it difficult to apply them to situations like this involving Harry and Ginny.

Please review if you like this story. Although I've listed this as "complete" I could write the second chapter describing Ginny's attentions to Harry if there is enough interest. ;-)