Silence fell in her wake as Gabrielle left Harry's home. Shaking her head, Fleur turned around, only to find Harry watching her with a peculiar expression on his face. It suddenly dawned on her that they were by themselves now, and she felt her blood race in her veins.
"So," Harry said after a moment. "You took the day off."
"I did." Fleur smiled as she uncrossed and recrossed her legs, watching his eyes track the movement. "Like I said, I've been under a lot of pressure lately. Thought it was time to relax and enjoy myself for once."
"Can't argue with that logic." He smiled as he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. "What did you have in mind for your day off?"
"Well." Fleur tilted her head, staring at him through her lashes. "I was hoping we could spend some time together. Just the two of us. It's been far too long since we properly caught up."
"I'd like that." The words came out quickly, almost before she'd finished speaking. Harry's expression warmed as he gazed at her, and Fleur felt her heart skip a beat. "I've missed talking to you, actually. Between your work schedule and everything else, it feels like we hardly see each other anymore."
"I know. That's why I wanted to make time today." She paused, bringing her thoughts under control. She had an agenda today, and she was going to get it no matter what. She leaned forward and added suggestively, "I thought maybe we could do something fun. Something relaxing."
"Any ideas?" Harry asked, smirking himself.
"Actually, yes." Fleur let her smile turn coy. "It's a beautiful day, and you have that lovely pool. How do you feel about spending some time out there? The water would feel amazing in this heat."
Interest sparked in Harry's eyes. "That's not a bad idea. The pool does get perfect around midday. Not too hot, good sun."
"Excellent." Fleur stood, smoothing her dress down. The movement drew attention to her figure, and she didn't miss the way Harry's gaze lingered on her curves. "Why don't you grab whatever we'll need? Sun cream, towels, drinks maybe. I'll head out there and get settled."
"Sure." Harry rose as well, moving toward what she assumed was a storage closet. "Give me a few minutes to gather everything."
"Take your time." Fleur headed toward the side door that led to the pool area. She could feel his eyes on her as she walked, and she smiled to herself, adding an extra sway to her hips. "I'm not going anywhere."
She stepped outside into brilliant sunshine. The pool sparkled invitingly, crystal clear water reflecting the cloudless sky. Harry had done well with the property. Everything was beautifully maintained, from the perfectly cut grass to the comfortable loungers arranged around the pool. The walls and hedges were also high enough to ensure complete privacy. Only someone flying overhead would get to see what was going on there.
Fleur walked to the edge of the water, looking down at her reflection. This was it. The moment she'd decided on this morning. Time to make her intentions crystal clear.
She pulled out her wand smoothly, casting a simple transfiguration spell, one she'd practiced countless times for fashion work. The sundress she was wearing shimmered and reformed, the fabric shifting and changing until it became a two-piece bikini in sapphire blue that matched her eyes.
The top was supportive but revealing, pushing her breasts together and up in a way that created an impressive cleavage. The bottoms sat low on her hips, cut high on her thighs in a style that made her legs look endless. It showed off her body without being obscene, though it definitely flirted with that line.
Fleur turned to glance back at the house. Through the glass door, she could see Harry gathering supplies. He hadn't noticed yet.
She let her lips curve into a slow, confident smile. Then she turned back to the pool and walked slowly toward the lounger closest to the door, adding as much sway to her hips as physics would allow.
Behind her, she heard the door open, and she heard Harry's footsteps stop abruptly.
She looked back over her shoulder, catching his eyes. They were wide, fixed on her with an intensity that sent heat spiraling through her body. His jaw had gone slightly slack, and he held towels and cream in hands that had frozen mid-motion.
Fleur let her smile widen, holding his gaze for a long moment. Then she turned back and continued her path to the lounger, her hips swaying with every step.
Harry stood motionless by the door. He stared at Fleur's retreating form, specifically at the hypnotic movement of her hips and the way that bikini showcased every curve.
"Sexy, confident women," he muttered to himself, finally starting forward again. A grin tugged at his lips despite the situation. "That pool might actually be the best investment I made in this entire property."
He walked across the sun-warmed patio, towels draped over one arm and sun cream tucked under the other. He tried to keep his eyes forward, but they kept drifting to where Fleur had settled on the lounger. The sapphire bikini caught the light with every shift of her body, and he was acutely aware that this was no accident.
"Perfect timing," Fleur said as he approached. She'd arranged herself on the lounger in a way that seemed effortless but was clearly intentional. One leg bent at the knee, the other stretched out long. Her hair cascaded over one shoulder, leaving the other bare.
Harry set the towels on the small table between their loungers and handed her a glass of the iced lemonade he'd brought. "Thought you might be thirsty."
"Mmm, thank you." Fleur took the glass and brought it to her lips. The sound she made as she swallowed was somewhere between a hum and a moan, soft and pleased. Her eyes closed briefly, her throat bobbing as she drank. When she opened them again, they were fixed on Harry with an intensity that made his breath catch. "Oh, that's delicious. You made this yourself?"
"Didn't take much time," Harry said, settling onto his own lounger. He was very conscious of how close they were, of the bare skin on display, of the way her tongue darted out to catch a drop of lemonade on her lower lip.
"You're full of surprises, Harry." She set the glass down and turned to face him more fully, shifting so that her body angled toward his. The movement made her breasts shift in the bikini top, and Harry's eyes tracked the motion before he could stop himself. "A man who can cook, maintain a beautiful home, and make perfect lemonade. Quite the catch."
There was no mistaking the tone in her voice or the way her gaze traveled down his body, lingering on his chest and stomach before drifting lower. Harry felt heat that had nothing to do with the sun spread through his chest and settle lower.
"I do what I can."
"And you do it so well." Fleur's smile was pure mischief as she reached for the bottle of sun cream he'd placed on the table. She turned it over in her hands, her fingers sliding along the bottle. "Speaking of which, you really should protect that skin. The sun is rather intense today, and I'd hate for you to burn. That lovely body of yours deserves better care."
"Good point." Harry took the bottle when she held it out. Their fingers brushed, lingering for just a moment longer than necessary, and he saw her pupils dilate slightly at the contact. A small smile played at the corners of her mouth.
He squirted cream into his palm and started with his arms, working the lotion in. When he glanced over, Fleur was doing the same, but the sight was entirely different. She worked the cream over her shoulders and down her arms. Every motion seemed designed to draw his attention, from the way she arched her back slightly to how her fingers lingered on her skin.
She knows exactly what she's doing, Harry thought, and his cock stirred in response.
"You're staring," Fleur said without looking at him. Her lips curved into a knowing smile.
"Can you blame me?" The words came out before Harry could stop them.
"Not at all." She met his eyes then, holding his gaze as she smoothed cream over her collarbone and down toward the swell of her breasts. "In fact, I'd be disappointed if you weren't."
Harry swallowed hard and tried to focus on his own application, but it was impossible not to watch as Fleur moved to her legs. She bent forward, giving him a view straight down her bikini top as she worked the cream from her ankles up. Her breasts swayed with the motion, soft and full, and Harry found himself wondering if that blue fabric could possibly support them if she moved too quickly. The way they moved, heavy and perfect, made his mouth go dry.
Focus, he told himself, but his body wasn't listening. His cock was hardening in his trunks, and there was nothing he could do about it.
When she straightened, Fleur caught him staring again. This time she just smiled, slow and satisfied, and reached for more cream. "Don't forget your front, Harry. Especially your chest. That lovely skin of yours needs protection." Her eyes traveled over his torso with obvious appreciation. "All of it."
"Right." Harry tore his eyes away and squirted more lotion into his hand. He spread it over his chest and stomach, trying not to think about the fact that Fleur was now doing the same.
Trying and failing miserably.
She worked the cream over her stomach first, her fingers dipping just slightly beneath the low waistband of her bikini bottoms, teasing. Then she moved higher, spreading the lotion across the upper curves of her breasts. Harry watched, mesmerized, as she massaged the cream in with circular motions that made her flesh bounce and shift. The bikini top pushed everything together and up, creating a cleavage that seemed almost impossible. Her fingers traced the line where fabric met skin, dipping just slightly beneath the edge.
She's absolutely doing this on purpose, Harry thought, but he didn't care. Not even a little. His cock was fully hard now, straining against his trunks, and he knew she could see it.
When Fleur's eyes dropped to his lap and her smile widened, he knew for sure she'd noticed.
"Much better," Fleur said, setting the bottle down. She stretched like a cat, arching her back in a way that thrust her chest forward and made the bikini top struggle to contain her. "Though I hope you haven't forgotten your back, Harry. That's the part that usually burns the worst. And I really would hate to see that happen to you."
"I was just about to get to it," Harry lied, his voice rougher than he'd intended.
"Oh, I don't think so." Fleur stood smoothly. "You can't possibly reach all of it yourself, and we both know it. Here, let me help."
Before Harry could respond, she'd moved behind him. The lounger dipped as she positioned herself at his back, and then her hands were on his shoulders. Cool cream met warm skin, and Harry sucked in a breath at the contact. Her palms were soft but firm as they pressed against him.
"Relax," Fleur murmured, her voice right by his ear. Her breath ghosted across his neck, and Harry felt goosebumps rise across his skin despite the heat. "I'll take care of you."
Her hands moved over his shoulders with firm pressure, working the cream in thoroughly. She took her time, her palms sliding across his skin in long, smooth strokes that felt more like a massage than a simple application of lotion. When she reached his shoulder blades, her fingers dug in slightly, finding knots of tension he hadn't even known were there. Harry couldn't suppress a small groan.
"Feel good?" Fleur asked. Her voice had dropped lower, taken on a huskier quality that sent shivers down his spine.
"Very," Harry managed, his voice strained.
"Good." She worked her way down his spine, her hands spreading wider to cover more area. Her fingers traced the lines of muscle along his back, exploring with obvious appreciation. "You have such lovely muscles here. I can feel how strong you are. How firm." Her voice dropped even lower. "How hard."
Harry's hands clenched on his knees. Every touch sent electricity racing through him, pooling in his groin. When Fleur's palms slid around to his sides, her fingers brushing the edges of his ribs and coming dangerously close to his chest, he had to remind himself to breathe.
"So tense," Fleur murmured, her lips so close to his ear that he could feel them move. "You need to relax more, Harry. Let yourself enjoy this."
Her hands moved lower, following the curve of his spine down to the small of his back. Her fingers dipped just slightly beneath the waistband of his trunks, and Harry's cock throbbed in response.
"There," she said finally, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders one more time. She squeezed gently, her thumbs rubbing circles against his skin. "All done. Now you can return the favor."
She moved back to her own lounger before Harry could respond, settling down and looking at him expectantly. Her smile was absolutely wicked, her eyes dark.
Harry stood on legs that felt slightly unsteady. He picked up the sun cream, very aware of the growing tightness in his swim trunks and the way the fabric did nothing to hide his erection. When he glanced down at Fleur, she was watching him with knowing eyes, her gaze dropping pointedly to his lap.
She can definitely see, Harry thought, and the knowledge sent another surge of arousal through him. And she likes what she sees.
"Turn over," he said, his voice rougher than usual.
Fleur's smile widened, satisfaction and anticipation mixing in her expression. She rolled onto her stomach in one graceful motion, pillowing her head on her crossed arms. The new position put her ass on full display, the blue bikini bottoms riding high and showing off the perfect curves. Her legs were slightly parted, and Harry could see the fabric pulled tight across her center.
Harry moved to sit on the edge of her lounger, positioning himself near her hips. He squirted cream into his palm and rubbed his hands together to warm it, trying to gather his thoughts. The proximity to her body, to all that bare skin, was making it hard to think straight.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Very," Fleur breathed, her voice muffled against her arms.
He placed his hands on her upper back and started to work the cream in. Her skin was impossibly soft, warm from the sun and smooth as silk under his palms. Harry used firm pressure, massaging as much as applying lotion, and was rewarded with a soft sound from Fleur. A pleased hum that vibrated through her body.
"Mmm," she moaned quietly. "That feels wonderful. Your hands are magic, Harry."
The praise sent heat racing through him. Harry worked across her shoulders, his thumbs digging into the muscles there, then down along her spine. His hands moved in steady circles, covering every inch of exposed skin. When he reached the strap of her bikini top, he paused, his fingers hovering over the knot.
"You know," Fleur said lazily, her voice taking on that same sultry quality from before, "I really don't want tan lines. You can undo it if you like. In fact, I'd prefer it."
Harry's fingers found the knot without conscious thought. One pull and the strap came free, the fabric falling away to leave her back completely bare. The sides of her breasts were visible now, soft curves pressed against the lounger, and Harry's mouth went dry at the sight.
"Better," Fleur sighed, arching her back slightly. "Much better."
Harry resumed his massage with more cream, his hands sliding over skin that seemed to glow in the sunlight. He worked his way down her back, his thumbs pressing into the muscles on either side of her spine. Every few strokes, Fleur would make another small sound, soft moans and pleased hums that went straight to Harry's cock. He could feel it throbbing in his trunks, straining against the fabric.
When he reached her sides, Harry let his hands slide around, his fingers brushing the outer curves of her breasts. The flesh was soft and warm, yielding under his touch. Fleur arched slightly into the contact, pressing herself more firmly against his palms, a breathy moan escaping her lips.
She wants this, Harry smirked to himself. She wants me to touch her.
But he pulled back, not quite ready to give it to her yet. His hands moved to safer territory, working more cream into her lower back. He could tell from the way Fleur shifted, from the small sound of disappointment she made, that she'd wanted him to continue, and he stifled a chuckle.
Moving lower, Harry spread cream across the small of her back, right above where her bikini bottoms began. The fabric sat low on her hips, dipping down to show the very top of the cleft between her cheeks. His hands followed the curve, fingers slipping just slightly beneath the elastic, feeling the warmth of her skin there.
"Don't stop there," Fleur said, her voice breathy and wanting. "I'd hate for my ass to get sunburnt. Really, you should be thorough, Harry. Very thorough."
Well. Permission granted.
Harry squeezed more cream into his palm and placed both hands on Fleur's ass. The flesh was firm and perfectly shaped, filling his palms as he began to massage the lotion in. He took his time, kneading and stroking, letting his fingers explore every curve. The skin here was just as soft as the rest of her, and he found himself squeezing more than was strictly necessary for applying sun cream.
"Oh yes," Fleur moaned, her hips shifting under his touch. "Just like that. Don't hold back."
Emboldened by her words, Harry hooked his thumbs under the fabric and tugged it up slightly, exposing more skin. The movement revealed the bottom curves of her ass, and Fleur made no move to stop him. In fact, she lifted her hips slightly to help him. Harry continued, working the cream into the newly revealed flesh, his hands moving in slow circles, squeezing and massaging with increasing confidence.
"Your skin is incredible," Harry said, his voice low and thick with arousal. "So soft. And these curves..." He squeezed her ass again, harder this time, his fingers digging into the flesh.
"You like them?" Fleur asked, though the breathlessness in her voice made it clear she already knew the answer.
"Very much." Harry's hands continued their exploration, mapping every inch of her ass with his palms. "You're perfect."
"Good." She shifted her hips again, this time pressing back into his touch intentionally. The movement made her ass jiggle slightly, and Harry groaned at the sight. "Don't stop. Touch me more."
Harry had no intention of stopping. His hands continued their exploration, kneading the firm globes of her ass, his fingers occasionally dipping into the cleft between them. When he finally moved to her legs, starting at her ankles, Fleur made a small sound of protest.
"Patience," Harry murmured, his voice rough with desire.
He worked his way up slowly, massaging cream into her calves with the same thorough attention he'd given the rest of her body. Her legs were toned and smooth, and he took his time exploring them. Then he moved to her thighs, and the higher he went, the more Fleur's breathing changed. By the time he reached her upper thighs, she was practically panting, her hips shifting restlessly.
Harry's hands moved to her inner thighs, and he felt her legs part slightly in invitation. The movement spread her open just a bit, and he could see more of the fabric covering her center. He squeezed the firm muscle of her thigh, his fingers creeping higher and higher with each stroke. The heat radiating from her core was intense, and when he got close enough, he could see the damp patch on her bikini bottoms.
She was soaked.
The realization sent a surge of arousal through Harry so intense it made his head swim. His cock throbbed painfully in his trunks, and he had to resist the urge to reach down and adjust himself. Fleur was wet for him, aroused from his touch, and the knowledge was intoxicating.
He let his fingers brush higher, right up to where fabric met skin, and Fleur's hips jerked in response.
"Harry," she breathed, his name a plea and a command all at once.
He did it again, this time letting his fingers trace along the edge of her bikini bottoms. The fabric was wet against his touch, soaked through with her arousal, and beneath it he could feel her heat. Fleur moaned, a low, desperate sound that made Harry's restraint snap.
"Please," she whispered, her voice breaking. "Please touch me."
Harry's control shattered completely.
He pressed his fingers against her covered mound, feeling the shape of her through the thin fabric. Fleur gasped and pushed back against his hand, seeking more friction. Encouraged, Harry stroked her again, tracing the outline of her lips through the bikini. He could feel everything through the soaked fabric, including the way her lips were swollen with arousal and the heat coming off her in waves.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he said, his voice rough and amazed. "I can feel how much you want this."
"Your fault," Fleur managed, her words broken by gasps. "You and your talented hands. Been wet since you started touching me."
Harry hooked a finger under the fabric and pulled it to the side. The sight of her bare pussy, glistening and pink and perfect, made his mouth go dry and his cock throb painfully. Her lips were swollen and parted, slick with arousal, and he could see her entrance clenching around nothing.
He ran one finger along her slit, gathering the wetness there, and Fleur shuddered. She was incredibly wet, her arousal coating his finger as he explored her.
"That feels so good," she moaned, her hips rocking back to meet his touch. "Don't stop, please don't stop."
Harry did it again, this time letting his finger dip between her lips. She was hot and slick, and when he found her entrance and circled it teasingly, Fleur's whole body tensed. He pressed just the tip of his finger inside, feeling her inner walls flutter around him.
"More," Fleur demanded, her voice desperate. "I need more, Harry. Please."
He gave her what she wanted, sliding his finger in to the knuckle in one smooth stroke. Her inner walls clenched around him immediately, hot and tight and perfect, and Fleur's moan was loud enough to echo across the pool area. Harry started to move, pumping his finger in and out with steady strokes, feeling how she gripped him with each thrust.
"How does that feel?" he asked, his voice rough with arousal, his own breathing ragged.
"Amazing," Fleur panted, her hips meeting his movements. "You definitely know what you're doing. But I need more. Give me more."
"Greedy," Harry teased, but he was already complying.
He added a second finger, stretching her more. Fleur's moan turned into something closer to a cry as he pushed both fingers deep. Her pussy gripped them tightly, and he could feel her getting wetter with each stroke. He angled his fingers to find that spot inside her, the one Gabrielle had shown him she loved. When his fingertips pressed against it, Fleur's whole body jerked violently.
"Oh fuck," Fleur gasped, her voice breaking. "Right there, Harry. Right fucking there. Don't stop, please don't stop."
He had no intention of stopping. Harry worked his fingers inside her with increasing intensity, curling them to hit that spot with each thrust. His other hand moved to her hip, holding her steady as she rocked back against him. Then he brought his thumb to her clit and rubbed circles against the swollen bud.
"Yes!" Fleur cried out. "Just like that. Fuck, that's perfect."
Harry increased his pace, pumping his fingers faster while his thumb worked her clit. Fleur was writhing now, her hands clenching in the towel beneath her, her body trembling. He could feel her getting tighter around his fingers, her inner walls starting to flutter in a way he recognized.
"I'm close," she warned, her voice high and desperate. "So close. Don't stop, Harry, please don't stop."
"Come for me," Harry commanded, his voice low and rough. "Let me feel you come on my fingers. Show me how good I make you feel."
His words pushed her over the edge. Fleur's whole body went taut, every muscle tensing as her orgasm crashed through her. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers with almost painful force, rhythmic pulses that squeezed him tight. She cried out, loud and unrestrained, her hips jerking with each wave of pleasure that rolled through her. Harry kept moving his fingers, drawing out her climax, prolonging the waves until she was shaking and gasping.
"Harry," she moaned, his name a broken sound. "Oh fuck, Harry."
He slowed his movements gradually as she came down from the peak. Her inner walls continued to flutter around his fingers, little aftershocks that made her whimper. When she finally collapsed against the lounger, panting heavily, Harry slowly withdrew his fingers.
They glistened with her arousal, coated in her wetness, and Harry admired the sight for a moment. When he glanced at Fleur, she was looking back over her shoulder at him. Her eyes were heavy lidded, her lips parted as she tried to catch her breath, and her face was flushed with pleasure.
Then she watched, her eyes widening slightly, as Harry brought his fingers to his mouth. He held her gaze as he sucked them clean, tasting her arousal on his tongue. She was sweet and musky, addictive.
"Mmm," he hummed, making a show of licking his fingers thoroughly. "You taste incredible. A bit like Gabrielle, but different. Sweeter."
Fleur's eyes flashed with heat at the comparison, and something else. Possessiveness maybe, or arousal at the mention of her sister. In one swift motion, she sat up. Her untied bikini top fell away completely, sliding down her arms and landing on the lounger. Her breasts were suddenly bare to his hungry gaze, and Harry's breath caught.
They were perfect. Full and round with pale pink nipples already hard, they swayed slightly with her movement. Harry wanted to touch them, to taste them, but Fleur had other ideas.
Her hand shot out and grabbed his cock through his swim trunks, squeezing firmly through the fabric. Harry groaned at the contact, his hips jerking forward involuntarily.
"My turn," Fleur said, her voice low and absolutely filthy. Her eyes were dark with lust, her lips curved in a wicked smile. "And I've been wanting to taste this cock since I walked in last night. And even more since I saw you looking at me in this bikini."
She tugged his trunks down with her free hand, not bothering to be gentle about it. His cock sprang free, hard and thick, already leaking precum. Fleur's eyes lit up with obvious appreciation and hunger as she stared at it.
"Fuck, you're big," she breathed, her hand wrapping around his shaft properly now. Her fingers barely met around his girth. "Gabrielle didn't do you justice when she described it. Said you were big, but this..." She stroked him slowly, base to tip, her thumb spreading the precum around his head. "This is perfect."
"She described it?" Harry managed, his brain struggling to form coherent thoughts as Fleur's hand worked his cock.
"Oh yes." Fleur's strokes were firm and steady, her hand twisting slightly at the top in a way that made Harry's knees weak. "In great detail. Told me exactly how you felt inside her, how you stretched her, how deep you went. Made me so jealous. Made me so wet just thinking about it. Though I didn't know back then it was you she was talking about."
Her hand moved in long, firm strokes, and Harry's hips jerked involuntarily. Then Fleur leaned forward and ran her tongue along the underside of his cock, from base to tip, following the prominent vein there. Harry's hand flew to her hair, tangling in the silky strands.
"Fleur," he groaned.
"Shh." She looked up at him through her lashes, her blue eyes dark with desire. "Let me enjoy this. I've been wanting this for so long."
She took him into her mouth without warning, her lips stretching around his girth as she sank down. The wet heat of her mouth was incredible, and Harry groaned. His fingers tightened in her hair as she took him deeper, her tongue working along his shaft. Fleur hummed around him, the vibrations sending pleasure racing up his spine and making his cock twitch in her mouth.
She started to move, bobbing her head in a steady rhythm. Her hand worked what didn't fit in her mouth, stroking in time with the movement of her lips. Every few strokes, she'd pull off completely and run her tongue around his tip, lapping at the precum gathering there before taking him deep again.
"You taste so good," she said, her voice rough and hungry. "I could do this all day. Could stay on my knees for you and just worship this perfect cock."
"Please don't stop," Harry managed, his voice strained.
Fleur smiled around his cock and took him deep again, this time relaxing her throat. She swallowed him down until her nose pressed against his crotch, taking him completely. Harry's vision went white, pleasure so intense it bordered on pain shooting through him. She held him there for a long moment, her throat working around his length, before pulling back with a gasp.
"I want to feel you come down my throat," she said, her eyes locked on his. Her hand never stopped stroking him. "Can you do that for me, Harry? Can you fuck my mouth and give me your cum? I want to taste it, want to swallow every drop."
Harry's control shattered completely at her filthy words. His hand tightened in her hair, probably too hard, but Fleur just moaned. He started to thrust, his hips snapping forward as he fucked her mouth. Fleur took it eagerly, her eyes watering but never leaving his face. She moaned around his cock, the vibrations adding to his pleasure, encouraging him to go harder.
He did, his movements becoming rougher, more desperate. Every thrust sent his cock deep into her throat, and Fleur swallowed around him each time, her hand cupping his balls and squeezing gently.
It didn't take long. Between her talented mouth and the absolute filth she was murmuring every time she pulled off for air, Harry felt his orgasm building rapidly.
"I'm going to come," he warned, trying to pull back to give her the option to move away.
"Good." Fleur sealed her lips around him tightly and sucked hard, her tongue working the underside of his cock. Her hand squeezed his balls again, and that was all it took.
Harry came with a groan, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself down her throat. His vision went white, pleasure exploding through him in waves. Fleur swallowed every drop, her hand still stroking him through the aftershocks, milking him for everything he had. When he finally finished, when the last pulse faded, she pulled off with an obscene pop and licked her lips.
"Delicious," she purred, her voice rough from having his cock in her throat. "Even better than I imagined."
Harry stared at her, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Fleur was still topless, her bikini bottoms pushed to the side, her hair mussed and her lips swollen and red. She looked absolutely debauched, and Harry had never seen anything more beautiful.
And he wanted more. So much more.
"Come here," he growled, his voice rough with renewed arousal.
Fleur's smile was pure sin. She stood slowly, knowingly, and hooked her thumbs in her bikini bottoms. She shimmied them down her legs with exaggerated movements, bending at the waist to give him a view of her ass as she stepped out of them. Harry did the same with his trunks, kicking them away. They were both completely naked now under the afternoon sun.
They both knew what they wanted, and there was no pretense left between them.
Not anymore.
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