Chapter 4
Harry pressed his lips to the inside of Gabrielle's thigh. Her skin was soft and almost feverish. He kissed slowly, moving upward along the elegant curve of her leg. Gabby arched her back in response, and her body trembled. Her hands gripped the edge of the bench, and her head fell back, exposing the long line of her pale throat. Harry put one arm around her waist to steady her, and he felt the heat coming off her in waves. He kissed her again, just below the edge of her panties.
Gabrielle exhaled sharply. She squirmed forward, pushing herself toward him, her thighs tightening on his shoulders. The cotton of her panties was soaked, and Harry could practically taste her through the fabric. He nuzzled her and inhaled the sweet, musky scent of her womanhood. His cock strained against the zipper of his jeans, but he kept his hands on her thighs, resisting the urge to go too far, too quickly.
Gabby looked down at him, and her eyes were wide. Her pale cheeks were flushed pink. She reached for his head, digging her fingers into his messy hair, and guided him closer. Harry pressed his lips to her mound, letting the tip of his tongue flick out against the damp cotton. She whimpered, and her entire body quivered at the touch. With shaking hands, she pulled the waistband of her panties down her hips, exposing smooth, hairless skin. Harry helped and tugged the front down to reveal her pink, glistening slit. Her bare mound was perfect and unblemished. The delicate lips were slightly parted and glistening wet in the glass-filtered light.
He kissed her mound and lightly sucked on her puffy skin. Harry then dragged his tongue along the crease between her thigh and her pussy, savoring the taste of her skin. Gabrielle's breathing grew louder, and her chest heaved under the thin fabric of her shirt. She was desperate for more, but she didn't beg. She just watched him, her eyes never leaving his, and her lips parted and trembled. Harry used his thumbs to gently spread her pussy open, revealing the small, pink folds and the swollen nub of her clit. He traced the outer lip with his tongue, moving with expert patience.
Gabrielle let out a keening noise and grabbed his head with both hands, clutching at his hair. Harry slipped his tongue between her folds, slowly exploring her body. He sucked gently at the fat, hairless lips, and Gabby's hips bucked involuntarily. Her thighs clamped around his ears, squeezing hard, but Harry didn't mind. He pressed his mouth against her pussy and licked softly, teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue. Gabrielle gasped, and her beautiful blue eyes fluttered. She pulled him tighter against her, grinding her pussy into his face.
Harry kept his hands flat against the backs of her thighs, holding her open, and he drove his tongue deeper. Gabby moaned, and her voice vibrated through the steamy air of the greenhouse. She looked down at him and cutely bit her bottom lip. Her face pleaded for him to keep going. Harry flicked his tongue back and forth over her clit, then sucked it between his lips and rolled it gently. Gabrielle's whole body shuddered. She made a strangled noise and covered her mouth with one trembling hand, terrified that someone might hear. But Harry didn't stop. He nuzzled her clit with his nose and began a steady rhythm of licking and sucking until Gabby's legs shook uncontrollably.
He felt a wetness on his chin and knew she was dripping. Harry's own arousal bordered on painful, but he kept his focus on her. He wanted to give her everything she had been missing. He pressed his tongue flat against her pussy and dragged it upward. Gabrielle whimpered and arched her back. She let go of his hair and clutched his shoulders, her nails digging into his shirt. Harry tongued her slit harder, practically devouring her, until she made a noise so desperate it sounded like a sob. She was close, and he could sense it.
" 'Arry," she moaned. "Please, yes, do not stop …"
He changed his tactic and sucked her clit again. Gabby's hips jerked, and her legs snapped tight around his head. He could feel her muscles straining, and her breath came in choked little pants. Harry looked up and saw her glassy blue eyes staring down at him with open need. He relentlessly licked her clit in tight circles.
Gabrielle came with a choked cry of pleasure. She slapped a hand over her mouth and twisted her body, her thighs nearly crushing his head. Harry kept licking as she bucked and throbbed against his tongue. She whimpered again and then collapsed against his shoulder, trembling.
He eased off and kissed her thighs and mound with slow reverence. Gabby's hands slid from his hair to his neck, and she stroked his cheek. She was still shivering, and her skin was damp with sweat and arousal. She let out a dazed little laugh and looked at him in disbelief.
But the moment was shattered by the sound of a woman's voice drifting in through the open greenhouse doors. It was muffled but unmistakable. Fleur was calling his name.
" 'Arry! Are you in there?"
Gabby's eyes widened in panic. In a flash, she yanked her panties up, pulled her shirt down, and scrambled off the bench with all the grace of a startled deer. She grabbed her jeans and scuttled behind a row of tall, bushy plants. Harry stood up, dizzy from the sudden rush of blood, and he could still taste her on his lips.
He tried desperately to wipe her arousal off his mouth and compose himself. He heard Fleur's footsteps crunching on the gravel just outside the greenhouse. He took a deep breath and tried to look casual as he swung the door open.
Breaking the Girl
Harry slipped out the greenhouse door, pausing for a heartbeat as the morning sun hit him straight in the face. He smelled of sweat and the unmistakable scent of Gabrielle. His lips tingled, and his hands shook a little. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, which was pointless, since the evidence lingered in the air around him.
Fleur waited at the edge of the gravel path, tapping her foot. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail, and the sunlight made it almost blindingly white. As soon as Harry approached, she wasted no time. She stepped forward, looped her arms around his neck, and kissed him hard. There was nothing delicate in the kiss. She bit at his bottom lip and pressed her body against his, holding him in place with a grip that surprised him. Harry's arms instinctively found her waist, and for a moment, he almost forgot about Gabrielle entirely.
Fleur broke the kiss with a sly grin. She leaned in and sniffed dramatically at his face, her nose brushing his cheekbone. "Mon dieu," Fleur said, raising both eyebrows. "You smell like a brothel, 'Arry."
Harry flushed in embarrassment, but Fleur just tugged on his hand, pulling him down the path and away from the greenhouse. She didn't let go. If anything, she squeezed tighter, as though she was afraid he'd bolt. The scent of her perfume mingled with the lingering aroma of Gabrielle, and it sent a strange thrill up his spine.
They rounded a corner, and Fleur pressed him up against the trunk of an apple tree. She kissed him slower this time, tasting him like she was trying to solve a puzzle with her tongue. She pulled back just enough to study his face.
"Did you kiss 'er?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Harry hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah."
Fleur's smile widened. "Did you touch 'er?"
He nodded again. The memory of Gabrielle's shuddering moans was burned into his memory. Fleur let out a satisfied hum and ran her fingers through his hair, messing it up even further. "Tell me everything. Right now," she said.
Harry glanced around, but the garden was empty except for the birds pecking at the grassy ground. He kept his voice low and told her exactly what happened in the greenhouse. He told her how Gabrielle took the initiative, how wet she'd been, and how she begged him to keep going. He told her about everything, right up to the moment Fleur's voice interrupted them. He tried to leave out the most explicit parts, but Fleur was relentless. She asked question after question, pushing for details, until Harry's face was burning red and his heart hammered in his chest.
When he finally finished, Fleur pressed her forehead against his and laughed. "Good," she said. "I 'oped you would not chicken out."
"You really wanted that to happen?" Harry knew she had planned for it, but he wasn't sure if she actually meant it.
Fleur rolled her eyes and pinched his arm. "Of course, idiot. She is desperate for someone like you. I told you, I want 'er to open up."
Harry tried to process this. "Even if … even if I do more with her?"
"Yes," Fleur said, barely hesitating. "You make 'er 'appy, and she makes you 'appy. Everyone is 'appy. That is what I want." She bit her lip, and Harry noticed her pupils were huge. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement. She kissed him again, practically shoving her tongue down his throat. She then dragged her tongue along his lips and moaned.
She pulled back and fixed him with a serious look. "But you must not let up, 'Arry. If you stop now, she will think she scared you away. Do you understand? You must finish what you started."
Harry nodded, but his head was spinning with the implications. Fleur kissed him again and whispered fiercely in his ear. "Next time, do not stop for anything."
For some reason, that made Harry even harder than before. The image of Fleur and Gabby together, both of them in his arms, short-circuited his brain. He shivered with anticipation. Fleur caught the shudder and grinned wickedly. "You like this, don't you?"
He couldn't deny it, and she didn't wait for him to. She slid her hand down the front of his jeans, palmed his erection, and squeezed. "Maybe we should let 'er join us next time."
Breaking the Girl
Later that day, the weather was bright and almost too warm for early Spring. Harry wandered the garden with Fleur. The two of them lazily walked the worn footpaths between the rows of blooming roses and drooping apple trees. They didn't say much. They were just enjoying their time together. Fleur sometimes would squeeze his hand or suddenly stop to examine a cluster of ripe blackberries. She would then pop them into her mouth and offer one to Harry. As soon as he swallowed it, she would pull him in for a passionate kiss.
They turned a corner near the edge of the property. Down by the lake, a slim figure drifted along the stony shore. Gabrielle's silvery-blonde hair glowed in the strong sunlight. She wore a pale yellow dress that clung to her body, and the hem fluttered just above her knees. She picked at the wildflowers growing near the bank. Fleur noticed her immediately and stopped walking. "There," she said, pointing. "She is out by 'erself." She turned to Harry, her expression unexpectedly stern. "Go."
Harry hesitated, confused. "What … now?"
Fleur rolled her eyes and gave him a not-so-gentle shove. "Yes, now. You cannot let 'er think it was nothing. She is waiting for you." She folded her arms and lifted her chin. "I will wait 'ere."
Harry chuckled under his breath, but his heart began beating faster as he wound his way to the lake. Every step closer, he saw the change in Gabrielle. Her body stiffened, and she started to stand when she heard his footsteps. However, she didn't run, and she didn't turn away. She just tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and looked uncertainly up at him.
"Hey," Harry said softly, raising a hand in a silly little wave.
Gabrielle blushed so hard it was almost cartoonish, but she managed a small smile. "Hi, 'Arry."
He stopped a meter away and squinted at her. "What are you doing out here?"
Gabby looked down at the flowers in her hand and shrugged. "I just wanted some air." She glanced at her feet.
Harry smiled, took a deep breath, and stepped forward. He reached for her hand. He wasn't sure what he was doing. He just figured that she wanted him to touch her again. She let him take it. Her hand was warm, and it gripped his tightly. Her head tilted, as if she couldn't believe it was real.
He squeezed her hand and guided her out of the sun, toward a small cluster of willow trees. The branches hung low, making a natural green curtain that shielded them from view. The air was cooler and dimmer inside. Gabrielle followed in silence, trailing a step behind, and her yellow dress fluttered in the breeze.
Harry stopped in the shadow of the largest tree and gently pressed Gabrielle back against the trunk. She looked up at him, her blue eyes wide and shining, and he could see her chest rise and fall. Each breath was fast and shallow. For a moment, he hesitated. He reached up and tucked another errant piece of her hair behind her ear. She trembled at his touch.
He leaned in and kissed her softly and slowly. Gabrielle melted into the kiss, and her lips were soft and very needy. She let out a tiny moan, and Harry tasted the tartness of blackberries on her tongue. His hands fell from her cheeks and trailed down to the small of her back, pressing her even closer.
Gabrielle's arms snaked around his neck and pulled him down. He felt the thinness of her dress and the heat of her skin despite the shade. She kissed him harder, and her teeth nipped at his lower lip. Her hips rolled unconsciously against him. Harry's hands slid down farther, gripping her hips. He then slid them under the hem of her dress. Her thighs were as smooth as silk.
He broke the kiss for a second to catch his breath. Gabrielle's face was flushed, and her eyes were glassy with need. She made a desperate little noise and tried to kiss him again, but he smiled and kissed her cheek instead. He moved his hands up, tracing her ribs through the thin fabric. He then slowly and teasingly slipped his fingers under the edge of her dress and found her bare skin.
Gabby exhaled sharply. "You are very bold," she whispered, but she didn't try to stop him. In fact, she spread her feet a little, giving him more room.
Harry grinned. "We both know you like it," he replied.
She trembled, but nodded. He kissed her again with more passion, and she let out a muffled giggle into his mouth. His heart thudded with adrenaline. Harry's hands crept under her dress until he found the edge of her panties … if you could call them that. She wore a tiny, lacy scrap of material that barely covered anything. Harry wondered if she wore panties that were sexier than the basic cotton ones because she thought he might want to see them again.
He pressed his hand over her covered mound, and Gabrielle gasped. Her head lolled back against the tree, and her eyes fluttered shut. He moved his hand slowly, rubbing her with just enough pressure to tease. She squirmed, and her knees knocked together.
"Are you cold?" he whispered against her ear. Harry obviously knew she wasn't trembling from the cold, but he just wanted to tease her further.
She shook her head. Gabby opened her eyes and looked into his. "No," she said in a trembling voice. "I'm just nervous."
Harry laughed softly. "You're shaking."
Gabrielle bit her lip, then smiled dreamily. "I 'ave never done this before," she confessed.
He stroked her hair and tried to calm her. "Do you want me to stop?"
She immediately shook her head. "No."
Harry nodded and kissed her again while his hand worked its way under her panties. He found her clit instantly. She was incredibly wet, and as soon as he touched her, she whimpered. Her hips bucked, and her pussy slid onto his hand. He started to gently stroke her with two fingers, using the heel of his palm to press into her. Gabrielle's breathing turned ragged. She clung to his neck with both arms, shaking badly.
He played with her clit, teasing and circling it until she was panting and squirming so much that her legs buckled. He held her up, pressed her against the tree trunk, and kept his fingers moving. She started to make little, frantic noises, which Harry found very cute. Harry could feel his own cock growing painfully hard, but he ignored it. He wanted her to finish, and he enjoyed watching her come apart in his hands.
He pressed his lips to her neck and whispered, "Can I visit you tonight … in your room?"
Gabrielle's eyes squeezed shut, and she nodded. "Yes. Please," she whispered. "Please come."
Harry grinned into her ear. He rubbed her clit faster, and suddenly Gabrielle gasped and shuddered in his arms. Her whole body tensed, and then she trembled so hard he thought she might collapse. She clamped her hand over his and held it there while she rode out the waves of her orgasm. For a second, she was silent except for a single, high-pitched cry.
Gabby stayed in his arms and spasmed a few times before she sagged, her body limp and spent. Harry gently pulled his hand from her panties and wiped it on his jeans. He kissed her cheek and then moved to her lips. She gratefully returned the kiss, practically melting into him. Harry couldn't help but notice how desperate for physical affection she was.
They quietly stood there in the shadow of the willow, slowly making out. Finally, Harry broke the kiss, and Gabrielle looked up at him, her eyes shining. "You are very good at this," she said, and then she giggled.
Harry laughed and hugged her tight. He wanted to stay with her for a while, but he knew Fleur was waiting. Besides, he already told her that he would come and see her tonight. He took Gabby's hand and led her out of the trees. She glanced around and then scurried away, her face pink and her eyes bright.
Harry watched her go before turning back toward the garden path. He found Fleur exactly where he'd left her. Her arms were crossed, and her lips were pursed, but she was still smiling. She didn't say anything, but Harry saw the pride in her eyes. They fell into step together, side by side, as if nothing had happened.
"So?" Fleur asked, after a long silence.
Harry just smirked. "I think she likes me."
Fleur snorted. "I know she does." She squeezed his arm, then gave him a warning look. "But you must not toy with her 'eart, you understand?"
"I won't," Harry said. He meant it.
Fleur nodded approvingly. "Good. Now, I want to know the details." She pulled him along the path, and Harry followed, telling her all about his plan for tonight.
Chapter 5
They'd eaten dinner as if nothing at all was unusual, but every time he glanced at Gabrielle, her cheeks would flush, and she'd quickly look away. At first, he thought maybe he'd overstepped his bounds in the willow grove, but every now and then he caught her staring at him, and he realized just how needy she really was. When he finally slipped upstairs, he couldn't help but feel excited.
He took a long, scalding shower. Steam swirled around the bathroom and fogged up the mirror. Harry braced his arms on the sink and stared at his own reflection. He tried to look for some sign that he was doing something insane, or wrong, or that he was betraying Fleur, but all he could see back was an excited expression.
Fleur cracked the bathroom door and peeked in. Fleur had a teasing smile on her face. "You are taking forever," she said.
Harry rolled his eyes. "I'm just trying to look presentable," he confessed. He didn't know if it made him more or less of a man to admit it, but Fleur seemed pleased.
She stepped closer and looked him over. "You look as 'andsome as always," she said. "I put clothes on the bed," she told him, and then smacked his naked ass as he walked past her. Harry put on the clothes Fleur had chosen, and she reached up to fix his collar. Her hands lingered on his shoulders. Her lips brushed his ear, and she whispered, "She is very nervous. Do not tease 'er too much tonight."
Harry snorted. Fleur grabbed her favorite bottle of cologne and spritzed him. She then stepped back. "If you are going to make love to 'er, you should at least smell good, non?"
He speechlessly stared at her, and Fleur smiled cheekily. She kissed his cheek and shooed him down the hall. "Go on," she said. "She's waiting."
Harry made his way down the corridor and stood for a moment in front of Gabrielle's door, collecting his thoughts. He raised his hand and knocked softly. The door opened almost immediately, as if Gabby had been waiting right behind it.
She looked entirely unlike the girl from this afternoon. She wore a red silk dress that clung to her body and shimmered in the lamplight. The thin straps bared her shoulders and accentuated her collarbones, and the neckline plunged deep enough to expose the deep valley of her breasts. The hem barely reached mid-thigh, and her legs were long, smooth, and bare. Her platinum blonde hair spilled down her back, and she had put on just enough makeup to make her blue eyes look enormous. At nineteen years old, Gabby was already a bombshell who could make men cum in their trousers with a simple look from her.
Gabrielle's cheeks were pink, but she smiled bravely. " 'Ello, 'Arry," she said, and stepped aside to let him in.
The room was cozy and neat, with a bed made up in fluffy white sheets. There was a desk covered in books and papers. There were no posters or decorations, but a vase of wildflowers stood on the windowsill. The window was open, and the cool night air made the curtains billow softly.
Harry stepped in, and Gabby closed the door behind him. Harry heard the click of the door lock. Gabrielle looked shy, and she remained quiet. Harry tried not to stare, but he couldn't help it. The sight of Gabrielle in that dress made his throat go dry.
"You look beautiful," he managed to say.
Gabby ducked her head and let out a nervous giggle. "Thank you," she said. She spun in a slow circle, the silk skirt floating around her thighs. "Fleur bought me this dress last year," she admitted. "But I never wore it before."
Harry smiled and eyed her up and down. "It suits you."
Gabrielle blushed even deeper. She sat on the edge of her bed and smoothed the skirt, but the dress kept sliding up her thighs no matter what she did. Harry smiled when she seemed completely at a loss for what to do.
Harry moved closer and sat beside her, careful to keep a respectful distance. He could smell Fleur's perfume. It was faint but unmistakable, and he realized she must have lent Gabby a dab as well. It was oddly comforting.
.
Harry cleared his throat. "Are you nervous?" he asked.
Gabrielle nodded, her face serious. "Yes. A little." She twisted her hands in her lap. "But I want to do this."
He reached over and took her hand, just as he had that afternoon. This time, she laced her fingers with his. Harry gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with," he said, making sure she understood that.
Gabrielle shook her head. "I want to," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It is just … I'm not sure 'ow."
Harry laughed softly, and the tension faded. "Don't worry. I'll teach you everything you need to know," he said. She smiled and seemed to relax. She scooted closer until their hips touched.
"I am glad," she said, and then she looked up at him through her long, thick lashes. "Will you kiss me, please?"
Harry didn't need to be asked twice. He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. She moaned into his mouth, and Gabrielle melted instantly. Her arms slid around his neck, and she pulled him closer. Her lips tasted like mint, and Harry lost himself in the warmth of her mouth. He felt her heart pounding through her chest. He pulled back just enough to look at her. Gabby's lips were parted, and she gazed up at him with a dazed, happy expression.
"You're really pretty," Harry said, stroking her under the chin.
Gabrielle laughed out a sweet sound that filled the room. She kissed him more bravely this time. Her tongue slipped into his mouth. It was shy but eager, and Harry slid his hands down to her waist and over the slippery silk. She whimpered softly into his lips.
She slid onto his lap and straddled his leg, and the dress rode up even higher. Harry's hand explored the curve of her hip and the softness of her thigh. Gabby kissed him until she was out of breath. She then rested her forehead against his and panted for air.
She looked down at the hard bulge pressing against her knee, and her eyes went wide. "Oh," she said quietly. Thinking that maybe it was too much for her to handle at the moment, he tried to shift away, but Gabby caught his face in her hands and kissed him again. "It's okay," she whispered. "I want to see it."
With trembling fingers, she reached down and opened his trousers. She dug around until she found what she was looking for. With a pull, Harry's cock sprang out, thick and rock-hard. Gabby just stared at it with pure fascination. "It's bigger than I thought," she said, astonished by the sight. "Much bigger," she added. Harry smiled in pride.
Gabrielle was awestruck, and she marveled at the way her hand couldn't even close around him. Not only that, but it was long enough to fit both of her hands with more room to spare. She looked up at Harry, as if checking for permission. She then leaned down and kissed the tip. Her tongue flicked over it. He could tell instantly that she was inexperienced, but knowing he would be the one to teach her sent a thrill up his spine.
He inhaled loudly. "Gabby," he said in a hoarse voice.
She smiled up at him with shiny lips. "Do you like this?"
"Yeah," he gasped when she kissed the tip again.
She giggled, clearly delighted that she had brought him some pleasure. She licked him slowly and took Harry's cock into her mouth. She was hesitant at first, but she grew braver as she found her rhythm. Her hair fell like a curtain around his lap, and she peeked up at him every few seconds, seeking his approval.
Harry tried to play it cool, but Gabby's enthusiasm overwhelmed him. He threaded his fingers through her hair and gently guided her head, but he resisted the urge to thrust. She sucked him with a clumsy intensity, moaning softly every time he twitched in her mouth.
She tried to take more of him, but she gagged a little and jerked back, embarrassed. "Sorry!" she whispered, her cheeks bright pink.
Harry stroked her hair. "It's alright. Just go slow. You don't have to take all of it."
She nodded, but she was determined to do a good job. "I want to," she insisted. "For you."
She tried again and went slower. She took the head into her mouth and slid her lips down until she felt the thickness fill her. She struggled when his cock hit the back of her throat, and she coughed it out, but she didn't give up. She licked his shaft, kissed it, ran her lips up and down the length, and kept trying to take more. Each time she gagged, she pulled back, adjusted, and tried again. Harry was amazed by her persistence.
"Is this right?" she asked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
Harry nodded. "You're doing perfect," he assured her.
She beamed, and her smile was luminous. Gabrielle dove right back in. Her hands gripped his thighs tightly, and she kept her eyes on his, checking his reaction after every movement. Harry let out a shaky breath. He'd been with Fleur hundreds of times, but even she had never been this eager to practice or impress him. Then again, Fleur was so confident that she didn't need to try to impress anyone. She impressed everyone by just being her natural self.
Gabby sucked him in earnest now, her cheeks hollowing as she built up speed. "Use your tongue more," Harry instructed through a moan. She used her tongue and flicked it over the sensitive spot beneath the head. Harry couldn't help but groan. He was shocked at how quickly she was learning. "Just like that," he moaned, gently using his nails to scratch the back of her head.
She bobbed her head, and her hair fell forward in a shining curtain. It tickled his belly, and Harry found himself absently stroking her scalp, encouraging her. After a few minutes, Gabby stopped and caught her breath. She looked up at him. Her lips were glossy and swollen, and her eyes shone brightly. " 'ow do I make you … you know," she asked, embarrassed to finish the sentence.
Harry laughed softly. "Just keep doing that," he said. "But if it's too much, you can use your hands."
Gabrielle nodded. She licked her lips and wrapped both hands around his shaft. She pumped him up and down with a firm grip, and her gaze never left his. She kept her mouth around the tip, sucking and tickling him with her tongue. Harry's body shuddered, and he realized he was dangerously close already.
"Gabby, slow down," he warned, but she didn't stop. She increased her tempo, determined to make him finish.
He tried to pull back, but Gabby held him firmly. She wanted to see it through. Harry gave in and let her set the pace. He watched her hair bounce and her tongue dart out. He saw her face flushed with excitement. It was intoxicating.
He groaned, and Gabby made a triumphant hum. She kept working him relentlessly, and her cheeks were pink with effort and arousal. "I'm almost there," Harry gasped. "You're going to make me …"
Gabrielle didn't flinch. She kept going, her eyes fixed on his as he climaxed. It caught her by surprise, but she didn't pull away. She kept her mouth around him while her hands stroked every drop out of him. Her warm, wet tongue danced over his sensitive flesh, making him jerk from the sensitivity. It was messy and awkward, but Gabby didn't seem to care. She looked proud and almost giddy. When Harry finally slumped back, Gabby wiped her lips and grinned. "Did I do good?" she asked, hopeful.
He kissed the top of her head and nodded breathlessly. "Yeah. You did an amazing job."
Gabrielle looked absurdly pleased. She kissed the tip once more, then crawled up to curl in his lap. She rested her head on his shoulder. "I liked that," she admitted shyly. "I want to do it again, but … I want more, too."
Harry stroked her hair, and his hand lingered at the base of her neck. "What do you want?" he asked softly.
She didn't answer right away. She squirmed in his lap, and the silk of her dress pulled up her thighs. She seemed to be at war with herself. She wanted to appear confident, but she was still fighting her nerves. At last, she whispered, "I want you to make love to me."
Harry's heart hammered in his chest. He pulled her in and kissed her. For a few minutes, they just sat together, kissing and cuddling. Harry's hand was on her hip, and Gabby's arms were wrapped around his neck. She eventually slid off his lap and lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. "Will it 'urt?" she asked, her voice barely audible.
"Just a little, at first," Harry said honestly. He joined her on the bed, lying beside her and brushing a lock of hair out of her eyes.
Gabby turned to face him. "Will you go slow?"
Harry nodded. "I promise."
She smiled in relief and took his hand, guiding it to her thigh. She parted her legs slowly, letting the silk dress ride up to her waist. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Harry's breath caught.
Gabrielle was pale, perfect, and smooth all over. Her pussy was shaved bare. Harry touched her gently, and his fingers trailed up the inside of her thigh. Gabby shivered, but she didn't close her legs. Instead, she pushed her hips forward, inviting him to explore.
He stroked her pussy, teasing her. She was already wet, and her body was ready. Harry slipped a finger into her, and she gasped, clutching his arm. "It's okay," she said, her eyes shining. "I like it."
Harry worked her to gently stretch her out. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, and her shoulder. Gabby writhed under him, breathing raggedly. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer. "I want you now," she quietly told him.
Harry stood and took off his shirt. He pulled it over his head and tossed it onto the floor, never taking his eyes off Gabrielle. She sat on the edge of the bed, breathing hard with her knees pressed together. Harry saw the way her eyes went immediately to his cock. She bit her lip and blushed, smiling a little. Harry unbuttoned his trousers and slid them down. He removed his boxers, and now, he was completely naked in front of her.
Gabrielle inhaled sharply at the sight of his body. Her gaze lingered on his cock. It was stiff and bouncing in anticipation. He waited, giving her time to look. Gabby's mouth parted, and he could see her chest rising and falling. "You're beautiful," she said, almost in awe.
Harry grinned cheekily and took a step toward her. "So are you," he told her. He reached down and gently pulled her up from the bed. Gabby stood and appeared suddenly bashful, and Harry placed his hands on her shoulders. He slipped his fingers under the straps of her dress and slowly slid them down her delicate shoulders. The silk clung to her, but as Harry worked it lower, the fabric slid easily over her skin. The neckline dipped, exposing the gentle rise of her breasts.
Gabby closed her eyes and trembled a little. Harry tugged the dress down over her breasts, down her slim belly, and over her wide hips. The material slid down her legs and pooled at her bare feet. She stepped out of it and stood in front of Harry, completely naked. She was slim and pale, with long, smooth legs. The curve of her waist was almost exaggerated by how narrow she was. Her breasts were high and perky and were topped by light pink nipples that stood out from her creamy skin. She hugged her arms over her chest, but Harry gently moved them away. He took her hands in his and guided her arms down.
Gabrielle's belly was flat and toned, and the subtle muscles of her abdomen tensed as she drew a shaky breath. Below, her mound was perfectly bare and incredibly smooth. Her pussy lips were so taut that they could barely be seen. Harry stared, unable to help himself. He reached out, cupped her face, and kissed her gently. He let his hands travel down her neck and over her chest until he was cupping both of her breasts. He squeezed them softly, and Gabby whimpered into his mouth. He felt her nipples stiffen under his thumbs. She didn't shy away. Instead, she pressed into his touch.
He knelt and kissed her belly before flicking his tongue over her cute belly button. Gabby's hands began stroking his hair, and she let out a nervous giggle. Harry wrapped his arms around her hips and pulled her close, burying his face against her. He inhaled the scent of her wet pussy and groaned as his cock throbbed. He kissed her thighs, and Gabby gasped when his tongue slid over her smooth, hairless mound. He tasted her, and she shuddered.
Harry stood and picked her up with both hands, lifting her easily. Gabby squealed in surprise and wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her to the bed and set her down on the soft covers. She lay there with her arms thrown above her head, her chest rising and falling. She stared up at Harry as he settled onto the bed beside her.
Her legs were parted slightly, and her pussy glistened in the low light. Her lips were pale pink, and the damp inner folds barely peeked out. She reached for Harry's hand and guided it between her legs. He started slow, tracing her slit with his fingers, and she mewled and wriggled at his touch. Harry kissed her neck, shoulder, and then her breast. He licked her nipple, and Gabby gasped, arching her back.
He circled her clit with his thumb while he slid a finger inside her. She was tight, and she squeezed his finger so hard he worried it would hurt her, but Gabby only bucked her hips. She was slick and hot, and she pulled Harry on top of her, desperate for more.
He positioned himself between her legs, and his cock rested at the entrance to her pussy. He looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation. Gabby nodded and pulled him closer. Harry lined himself up and pushed gently. He felt the initial resistance, then the hot, wet grip of her body as he slid in. Gabby grunted and clutched his shoulders as she spread her legs wider. He went in slowly until he was buried inside her. She was impossibly tight, and Harry had to fight to keep from finishing right away.
Gabby whimpered as she squirmed in place. "You're so big," she whispered, her voice shaking.
Harry kissed her and waited, letting her get used to the feeling. After a few moments, Gabby relaxed her grip and moved her hips experimentally. Harry groaned and started fucking her with slow, shallow thrusts. Each time, she gasped, and her fingers dug into his back.
She was so tight and so warm, Harry could barely control himself. Gabby whimpered and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him tight against her body. Her breasts pressed against his chest while she squeezed him between her thighs. He kept it slow, just as he'd promised, but every time he bottomed out inside her, Gabby's whole body tensed, and she let out a soft whimper.
Harry cupped her face and whispered, "Do you want me to stop?"
Gabrielle shook her head furiously. "Non! Please, do not stop," she begged.
He started moving faster, but he still kept his pace relatively slow. Gabby started to meet him thrust for thrust, and her hips bucked up to take more of him. Her cries of pleasure grew louder, and she clung to Harry desperately. He loved the feel of her, the frantic grip of her pussy, and the raw desire in her face.
She moaned Harry's name and shuddered beneath him. "It feels so good," she gasped. Her nails raked lightly down his back, and she wrapped her legs tighter around him, forcing him deeper. Harry was close. He tried to slow down, but Gabby wouldn't let him. She needed to be filled. She wanted it rougher, even if it hurt a little.
Gabrielle let out a high-pitched squeal when she came, and her already tight pussy was like a vice when her walls clamped down around him. She locked her legs around his waist and spasmed as pleasure raced up and down her spine. Her back bowed, and her toes curled. The sudden spasm pushed Harry over the edge, and he thrust hard, spilling inside her. Gabby squealed, bucked her hips, and clung to him as if she'd never let go. She moaned loudly when she finally felt his thick, hot cum painting her womb.
The waves of pleasure had her body shaking and spasming. When they finally subsided, Harry collapsed on top of her, careful not to crush her with his weight. He kissed her forehead and her cute nose. Gabby was breathless and sweaty, but she didn't seem to mind at all. She held him tightly as her pussy continued to milk his cock.
When his balls had been properly emptied, Harry rolled to the side and pulled Gabrielle with him. She curled into his chest, still trembling from the orgasm. He stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head. Gabby smiled and pressed her face against his skin. "That was better than I ever imagined," she murmured. "Thank you."
Harry laughed and squeezed her tight. "You were amazing," he quietly told her, and Gabby glowed at the praise.
She lay on top of him with the side of her head resting on his chest. She found that she really loved hearing his slow, steady heartbeat. Finally, Gabrielle lifted her head and looked at Harry with sparkling eyes. "Can we do it again?" she asked hopefully.
He kissed her and nodded. "As many times as you want," he promised.
Gabby giggled and snuggled even closer. She was already thinking about the next time. However, she wasn't able to think for very long. It all caught up with her, and she let out a cute yawn. Within minutes, she was asleep on his chest while squeezing him tightly.
Chapter 6
Fleur woke at the crack of dawn, shaken from sleep by the same ache and tingling arousal that had plagued her since Harry had left her room the night before. She rolled over in her big, lonely bed and reached for Harry's pillow, but it was cold and empty. Fleur frowned, propped herself up, and brushed the silvery hair from her face. She thought about the taste of his cock, the thick scent of their sex, and she pressed her thighs together as she remembered how he'd bent her over onto her hands and knees and fucked her until she screamed his name. Fleur's pussy tingled badly.
She'd sent him to Gabrielle's room to seal the deal, but now the sun was rising, and he hadn't come back. Fleur sat upright, and her bare breasts jiggled as she scowled at the closed door. The ache between her legs was worse than ever. Her entire body hummed with need, and Harry's absence stung her pride. She huffed, snatched a silk robe from her dresser, and yanked it around her shoulders. Fleur went to the bathroom and freshened herself up.
She paced the length of her bedroom for a few minutes, debating whether to go looking for Harry. Fleur finally decided she was being ridiculous. Gabrielle deserved her time to shine, and Harry was just being thorough. Fleur had told him to. But she would be damned if Gabrielle was going to take up his entire morning when her pussy was tingling with need and dripping down her inner thighs.
Fleur stormed down the hallway and stopped in front of Gabrielle's door. She raised her fist to knock, but then heard a muffled moan from inside. Fleur smirked and slowly pushed open the door. She was immediately hit by the strong, heady scent of arousal. The room was humid with sex, and the air was thick and almost steamy. Fleur's nose wrinkled, but she inhaled deeply, feeling her nipples harden through the thin silk of her robe.
Gabrielle's room was a bit smaller than Fleur's, but no less elegant. The canopied bed was draped in white lace, the walls were covered in pastel blue wallpaper, and a small writing desk stood in the corner. But nothing in the room could steal attention from the scene on the bed.
Gabrielle was spread out on her back, all her shyness gone. She was clutching the sheets in a death grip as Harry fucked her with slow, relentless thrusts. Her legs were spread wide and were quivering with every perverted squelch of her pussy. Her head was thrown back into the pillow. Her mouth hung open, and her breath came in shuddering gasps. Harry's face was buried in the curve of Gabby's neck, and his entire body flexed with each thrust. Fleur could see the muscles of his back and ass contract as he moved, and her fingers twitched with the urge to grab him and ride him right then and there.
Fleur crossed her arms over her chest and leaned casually against the doorframe. She watched as Gabrielle whimpered and arched her back, and Harry reached up to squeeze her breast. Fleur rolled her eyes. 'She is such a drama queen,' she thought. Fleur's own cunt clenched, and her face flushed as she watched Harry's cock disappear into Gabby's wet depths.
Harry glanced over his shoulder and locked eyes with Fleur. He grinned cheekily. The bastard was arrogant and totally unashamed. He didn't slow down. If anything, he thrust harder, as if putting on a show just for her. Fleur snorted in amusement. "Well, this is very rude," she called out, her voice loud and clear. "I 'ave been waiting for you all morning, 'Arry."
Gabrielle, who had seemed entirely lost in the pleasure, snapped back to reality at the sound of Fleur's voice. Her eyes flew open, and they were wide and full of panic. Her cheeks went beet red, and her lips moved soundlessly as she tried to form words. Harry didn't even pause. Instead, he shifted his angle slightly. Gabby's eyes rolled up, and a cute little moan escaped her throat.
" 'Arry!" Gabby squeaked, never having felt so embarrassed in her entire life.
But Harry only smirked and kept going. "Good morning, Fleur," he said, not bothering to hide the strain in his voice. "We'll be done in a minute."
"Will you?" Fleur lilted, her sexy French accent becoming thicker. "You 'ave been fucking 'er all night and all morning. It does not seem like you are ready to stop."
"It's not my fault she's so tight," Harry replied, and Gabrielle squeaked and tried to hide her face against his shoulder.
Fleur sauntered into the room, letting her robe drift open to reveal the swell of her breasts and the flat plane of her stomach. Harry's eyes drifted down over her smooth, puffy mound and the taut, shining lips underneath. She stopped at the edge of the bed and looked down at her Gabrielle. Gabby hid her face under her hands, trembling as Harry continued to fuck her. Fleur saw the red handprints on Gabby's hips where Harry held her too tightly, and she smiled with genuine fondness.
"Poor Gabby," she crooned, her voice tender and teasing. "Is it too much for you?"
Gabrielle shook her head fiercely, but she couldn't speak. Instead, she whimpered, and her entire body spasmed as another orgasm rolled through her. Harry groaned and slowed his pace, letting Gabby ride out the orgasm until she finally collapsed against the bed.
Fleur watched closely as Harry withdrew and flipped Gabby over onto her stomach. His cock was dripping wet and smeared with her thick, white pussy cream. Gabrielle squealed, but Harry ignored her, grabbed her hips, and slid back inside without hesitation. Gabby's knuckles went white as she grabbed the pillow, biting the edge and moaning loudly. Fleur reached out and ran her hand down Gabby's back, feeling the shuddering muscles and the hot sweat running down her spine.
"You are being so loud, Gabrielle. Someone will 'ear you." Fleur gently stroked her hair and pressed a kiss to her temple. "But you like it, don't you? You like being fucked while I watch?"
Gabrielle wouldn't answer, but Fleur saw the way her pussy clenched around Harry's cock, and the way her entire body reacted to the humiliation and the pleasure. Fleur felt her own arousal spike, and she rubbed her thighs together, desperate for relief.
Harry was pounding into Gabrielle with long, deep thrusts now, and Gabby's cries echoed off the walls. Fleur grinned, leaned in, and whispered, "Finish for me, 'Arry. Make 'er cum."
He looked up with dark, lustful eyes. "Yes, ma'am," he teased, and increased his tempo until Gabby was shrieking. The sound was so loud it made Fleur's ears ring. Gabby orgasmed so violently that her legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the mattress, gasping for breath.
Harry pulled out and stroked himself, moaning as he came all over Gabby's back and ass. Fleur brushed her fingers through the hot fluid, then licked them clean. Gabby looked up at her with a dazed, exhausted expression, yet she was glowing with happiness.
Fleur didn't even wait for the possibility of a polite invitation. She shrugged off her robe, letting it slide from her shoulders and puddle at her feet. She stood at the edge of the bed, completely naked. Her body practically shimmered in the pale morning sunlight. Her tits were large and perky, and they immediately grabbed his attention. They were soft and tipped with crinkled light pink nipples. They stood proudly on her chest, practically defying gravity. Her hips were wide and made to be gripped. Between her legs, the skin was perfectly smooth. Her mound was perfectly hairless, and her taut lips were already glistening with anticipation.
Fleur reached down and ran a finger along her slit. She popped it into her mouth, tasting her own arousal. Harry watched as she crawled onto the bed, and he knew each movement was calculated to show off her curves. Fleur nudged Gabrielle's hand off his cock with a gentle push and straddled Harry's lap, pinning his hips beneath her. His cock, still slick with Gabby's juices, stood upright and ready.
She smirked down at him, and her silver hair fell over her bare shoulders like a silk curtain. "I 'ope this little hussy 'as not drained your cock dry, because I want a turn, too," she said, her French-accented voice thick with lust.
Gabby's eyes were huge. She watched, feeling both mortified and exhilarated, as Fleur wrapped her hand around Harry's cock and squeezed. Fleur was rougher and more confident than Gabby. She pressed the head against her wet opening and dragged it up and down, letting it slip through her puffy lips. With each stroke, she smeared more of Gabby's wetness over herself.
"You creamed all over it," Fleur said, glancing over at Gabrielle with a wicked, knowing smile. "It's so slippery."
Gabby squeaked and covered her face with her hands, but she peeked through her fingers, unable to look away.
Fleur tilted her hips and hovered for a moment, teasing both herself and Harry with just the tip. Then she slammed herself down, impaling her pussy and making both of them gasp. Fleur wasn't shy about the loud, obscene squelch her body made as it swallowed up every inch. She leaned forward, put her hands on Harry's chest, and started to ride.
She rode with wild abandon. Fleur bounced up and down, grinding her hips in tight, desperate circles. Her tits bounced and jiggled, sometimes brushing against Harry's face. He reached up to grab them and kneaded them together, running his thumbs over the hard, crinkled nipples. Fleur arched her back, thrust her tits at him, and pumped her hips even faster.
Harry couldn't help but stare. Fleur was a goddess. Her skin glittered in the early-morning light, and her gorgeous blue eyes fluttered as she worked his thick cock. She threw her head back and moaned, which seemed to vibrate through the entire room.
Gabrielle, still lying on her stomach, watched the whole thing in a daze. She felt a strange, tight feeling in her own pussy. It was a mixture of jealousy and excitement. She bit her lip, wanting somehow to be involved.
Fleur was fucking Harry so hard that the bedframe rattled against the wall. She leaned down and kissed him, her tongue hungry and demanding. Harry's hands slid up her back and tangled in her hair. He tried to keep up by thrusting up into her, but Fleur was relentless. She took everything she wanted.
Gabrielle whimpered when the tingle between her legs became too much to bear. She inched closer, drawn in by the raw intensity of the moment. She reached out and hesitantly touched Fleur's hip, feeling the muscles tense and relax with every sway. Fleur glanced back over her shoulder, then grabbed Gabby's hand and pressed it to her bouncing tit.
"Don't just watch," Fleur growled. " 'elp me, Gabby. You can touch."
Gabrielle trembled as she cupped Fleur's breast. Her skin was warm and soft against her shaking palm. Fleur moaned in approval and ground down harder on Harry's cock, milking it with her pussy.
Harry's hands moved from Fleur's hips to Gabrielle's face. He brushed the hair away from Gabby's eyes, then pulled her in for a kiss. At first, Gabby was shy, but Harry kissed her deeply, and Fleur's hand held her there until she melted into it. Their tongues met, and she moaned into his mouth. Gabby's heart hammered in her chest.
Harry broke the kiss only to gasp for breath as Fleur went even faster. Fleur's hair whipped about her face, and her body slapped against his with a wet, furious rhythm. Fleur reached down and gripped his hair tightly as her pussy began to convulse.
" 'Ow does it feel …" she panted, her French accent thickening. "... to fuck both of us in the same bed?" She didn't even hear his answer. She was too busy riding him like she was trying to fracture his pelvis.
Gabrielle couldn't resist anymore. She kissed Harry again, and her tongue greedily explored his mouth. Harry's hands roamed over both their bodies, unable to get enough. Gabby squeezed Fleur's tit, feeling it bounce in her grip. Fleur then grabbed her hand and slid it down to where her pussy swallowed Harry's cock.
She stroked Fleur's clit with gentle, trembling fingers, and Fleur shrieked. The sensation was too much, and Fleur's body bucked wildly.
"Oui, oui, oui! Just like that!" Fleur screamed, slamming herself down and grinding against Gabby's hand. She was so close.
Harry was close, too. He felt his balls tighten, and his vision was going white around the edges. He clung to Fleur's ass, pulling her down hard and burying himself to the hilt. Gabby's fingers kept stroking, and Fleur's orgasm hit her so hard she nearly collapsed. She cried out, and her whole body convulsed. Her pussy clamped down on Harry's cock like a vice.
The sight of Gabby playing with Fleur's clit pushed Harry over the edge. He groaned and shot his load deep inside Fleur, filling her up until it overflowed and leaked out around the base. Fleur bucked her hips a few times, shuddered, and then breathlessly collapsed onto Harry's chest.
Gabrielle snuggled up beside them and pressed her flushed cheek against Harry's shoulder. She stroked Fleur's hair and blushed deeply. Fleur turned her head, and their lips met in an exhausted, happy kiss. Harry wrapped his arms around both of them, holding them close.
They lay together with Harry in the middle, all trying to catch their breath. Fleur was the first to move. She rolled off Harry and sprawled on her back, stretching lazily and smiling at the ceiling.
"That was wonderful," Fleur said. "I cannot start the day without a large 'elping of 'Arry's cock."
Harry laughed, still panting. "You girls wore me out," he stated.
Gabrielle smiled shyly and snuggled even closer. "I liked watching," she quietly admitted. "And touching."
Fleur reached out and stroked Gabby's cheek with surprising gentleness. Gabby slightly leaned into the touch and blushed. "Next time, you can ride 'im, and I'll do the touching," she said in a dreamy voice. Gabby blushed harder but didn't say no. Harry couldn't help but smirk.
Breaking the Girl
Apolline stood by the window, slowly sipping her coffee. For a while, she simply watched the bees fussing in the lavender and the birds shuffling and chirping as they pecked the grass.
She shifted her eyes and found the girls walking the perimeter of the back lawn. Even at a distance, the contrast in their movements was striking. Fleur moved with an easy, elegant confidence. Her silver-blonde hair fluttered like a banner in the breeze. Gabrielle practically bounced on the balls of her feet with her arm twined through Fleur's in a clingy, puppyish way that would have embarrassed her a week ago. But now, Gabby laughed with open delight. Fleur snorted at something Gabby said, then pried herself loose and chased her through the herb beds. They tumbled into the grass together, shrieking and giggling. Gabby's shrill laughs carried through the open window.
Apolline's heart nearly burst with relief. For so long, Gabrielle had shied away from touch, from laughter, and from any of the physicality that came so naturally to Fleur. Now, somehow, some of that had changed. Apolline took a slow sip of her coffee as she thought about the man who had made the difference.
She heard the stairs creak behind her, and she knew exactly who was coming down them. She didn't even try to mask her smile as she turned.
Harry looked barely awake. His hair stuck up in every direction, and an old T-shirt clung to his chest in a way that made his frame look both sturdy and panty-wettingly attractive. Apolline felt her pussy throb when she saw him. He mumbled a tired "Good morning," but before he could reach for the coffee pot, Apolline intercepted him with a warm, loving grace.
"Did you sleep well, 'Arry?" she asked, her eyes twinkling.
He gave her a sheepish, slightly lopsided grin. "I did, thanks. Fleur woke me up early because she and Gabby were going to walk into town to do some shopping. Have they left already?"
"No, they are still out back in the garden. The shops don't open for another 'alf an 'our, so I imagine they will be leaving soon," she replied. Her accent was strongest before noon, and she used it to her advantage. Her accent alone would make Harry's cock hard.
Harry glanced through the window and watched the girls scampering around. "Gabrielle seems … happy," he said, as Gabby bent down and plucked a wildflower.
Apolline followed his gaze, set her mug aside, and moved closer. She pressed herself to him in an embrace that was somehow both casual and deeply intimate. Harry stiffened in surprise, but Apolline's arms were persuasive, and she pulled him in until his chin rested atop her head. He breathed in the wonderful scent of her hair. Her large breasts, unencumbered by a bra beneath her thin, flowered dress, flattened warmly against his chest.
"I 'ave not seen 'er like this since … well … ever, I suppose," she warmly explained. She pulled back and looked at him with bright, warm eyes. "You are good for them both, I think," she said.
Harry's cheeks heated up, and he reflexively looked away. She caught his chin between her fingers and tilted his face back. She kissed him on the cheek and then the lips. She let her soft, full lips linger. "Merci," she whispered.
Apolline stepped back with a slight smirk. "I want to thank you properly, 'Arry. You are up for a surprise gift, non?"
He blinked in bewilderment, but he nodded regardless. "Uh, sure?"
She linked her fingers with his and guided him out of the kitchen. They climbed the stairs together. Apolline's hips swayed as she led him, and Harry's eyes drifted straight to her wide ass. Apolline could feel his eyes on her ass and smirked. Her dress was scandalously short even by her own standards, and her pink thong was visible whenever the hem fluttered. At the landing, she paused, turned, and grinned at him. "You will love my gift," she promised.
She led him into the master bedroom, which was a large, sun-flooded space that somehow managed to be both immaculate and inviting. The bed was made, but the sheets were slightly rumpled, and a half-read novel lay open on the side table. A crystal vase of fresh lilies scented the air. Apolline closed the door behind them and leaned against it, watching Harry with a mixture of amusement and predatory hunger.
"So what's the, uh, gift?" Harry asked. He tried to sound confident but failed spectacularly.
Apolline's answer was to slowly drop to her knees in front of him. She pressed her palms to the tops of his thighs, looked up at him with hooded, mischievous eyes, and began to unbuckle his belt. Harry's hands hovered awkwardly at his sides.
"Wait …" he blurted out. "Fleur …"
Apolline silenced him with a finger against his lips. She then brushed it down his neck and chest with seductive softness. "Fleur knows," she purred sultrily. "She gave me 'er blessing to thank you. In fact, she insisted." She punctuated this with a throaty laugh. "She is very accommodating."
Harry's protest dissolved as Apolline unbuttoned his jeans and tugged them down. His boxers bulged, and Apolline admired the outline of his cock with an appreciative stare. She slid her hands up his thighs, and her fingers dipped into the leg hole. The tips of her fingers brushed the side of his shaft, and Harry shivered.
She eased his boxers down, and his cock flopped out. It was already half-hard, and quickly thickening and rising under her gaze. Apolline let out a soft, delighted sigh. "Fleur did not exaggerate," she murmured, more to herself than to him.
Apolline wrapped her fingers around the base and put her mouth to the tip. Her lips parted with almost a frustrating slowness. She ran her tongue around the head, tasting the bead of pre-cum, and then took him in until her face was pressed against his belly. Her throat worked expertly around the shaft, and Apolline immediately began bobbing her head at a slow and steady pace.
Harry braced himself against the wall, staring down at Apolline's head as it worked up and down on his cock. Her hair spilled over her shoulders like a waterfall. When she glanced up, her eyes were wide and glassy with lust.
She alternated between long, slow sucks that drew desperate moans from him, and quick, fluttering passes of her tongue along the ridged underside. She cupped his balls with her other hand and rolled them gently in her palm. She then used both hands to jerk the base of his cock while she sucked the head, stroking in perfect rhythm with her bobbing mouth.
Harry's knees became weak, and he let out a strangled noise and tried to warn her. In response, Apolline just moaned harder and pressed in, taking him deeper until his tip nudged the back of her throat. When he was right at the edge, she suddenly pulled her mouth away and gripped his cock tightly in both hands.
She shimmied the top of her dress down, letting her tits spring free. They were even bigger than Fleur's. They were round, heavy, and capped with large, pale pink nipples. She mashed them together, forming a soft, pillowy canyon, and nestled his cock between them. "Cum," she purred in a breathy voice. "Cum all over me."
He didn't need telling twice. With a gasp, Harry came hard and sprayed Apolline's tits and neck in thick, pearly streaks. Apolline giggled delightedly and continued to jerk his shaft, loving the sensation of his thick ropes globbing against her delicate skin. When his balls had been emptied, she stood up and kissed him on the lips. Her tongue darted in, and she moaned when Harry sucked on it. Harry's hands slid under the back of her dress, and he squeezed her thick, luscious cheeks. It seemed that Apolline wasn't done thanking him, and Harry was very eager to continue to be thanked by her.