... tight pussy. Then he managed to stay still, causing Pansy to complain, "Get on with it, would you?"
He laughed, his hands palming her bum, tilting it for better leverage. Harry ground his hips against hers, causing tremors to run through her body. Pansy begging, "Just please fuck me, please, Harry," cursing herself for doing so.
Harry withdrew before thrusting into Pansy. Pansy wrapped her legs around Harry's waist, drawing him deeper. He kissed her cheek, her neck as he rode her, one hand teasing her clit. Pansy urged him on, her mouth saying unintelligible things; her body reacting with each movement of his body. Harry came, his mouth on the crook of her neck, his hands gripping Pansy closer. Pansy came with a scream, the feeling of his mouth, his cock inside of her, everything becoming too much for her.
Harry raised his weight off of her, the passion from moments ago seemingly gone. Harry looked down at Pansy, his eyes blank. Pansy shivered; she believed it when people said that there had been a piece of the Dark Lord in him. But then, from what she had learned of him in this time together, he wasn't completely insane like the Dark Lord had been.
Harry tersely uttered, "There," with barely a ...