A/N: Alright, this is my first attempt at an NC-17. This is going to be one of my few Portkey-only stories, as it's too inappropriate for my site. Again, JKR, unfortunately, owns these characters. I make no profit off them, so don't sue. This will probably be a small mini-series among my one-shots as well.
November 3, 1999
A mixture of sea salt and tropical flowers invaded my sense of smell as I slowly moved to consciousness. Slowly, as my body began to wake up, I became aware of quite a few things. First, I had no clothing on. Secondly, this was not Grimmauld Place where I'd been living with my fiancé. Thirdly, there was another deliciously naked body pressed up behind me, and finally, there was a new addition to my left ring finger. My analytical mind quickly recreated the scenario for me, reminding me of a wonderful first evening of my honeymoon with my new husband.
I rotated my position so that I was face-to-face with my husband. He looks rather peaceful without his glasses, sleeping quietly. One of the things I learned about Harry while we've lived together is that he looked his age when he slept. It was one of his few times to be peaceful. It also reminded me as to why I fight so hard in this war against Voldemort. I lightly traced a few fingers over his face. It didn't take long for him to start stirring, but I waited patiently and was rewarded with dazzling emerald eyes looking into mine.
"Good morning Mrs. Potter." Harry sighed quietly.
"Good morning Mr. Potter. Sleep well?" I retorted just as quietly.
Harry tightened his embrace on me, before leaning in and giving me a languid kiss. Before he pulled back, he stopped to smell my hair.
"I had the most fantastic night last night. Would have been hard to not sleep well after that." He wiggled his eyebrows mischievously just as I felt another part of him `wake up.'
"Care to remind me?"
"With pleasure."
Harry dove under the blankets, and slowly descended my body, pressing burning kisses on his way down. I was a bit frustrated by the whole thing because the sheets were getting the way somewhat. I tried to flip the sheets off to get access to Harry, but he kept them over him to continue his wondrous torture.
"Harrrryyyyy" I cried out frustrated as he moved even further down so that he was settled at the apex of my thighs. He distracted me from my quest to take over the sheets with his wonderful mouth. We had been too eager last night that we hadn't experimented with anything. I gripped the sheets harder as I moaned my approval to his ministrations.
However, just before I could pass over the glorious edge, Harry's mouth moved away. I groaned in frustration, but soon felt him moving up my body, leaving a trail of wet kisses. I almost had to wonder where he learned to do this so well. I knew that last night had been both our firsts. My thoughts weren't with me for long as it seemed Harry was jealous that I was thinking while he was trying his best to pleasure me. So, Harry slid his body against mine as he moved further and further up my body.
Finally he released the sheets and popped his head up to greet mine with a kiss. The lingering taste of myself aroused me even further. I felt hotter than I ever could recall, and the only noises I could make were incoherent moans. Slowly, Harry lowered his body onto mine, and I accepted his weight gladly. Now that his hands were free, he went to work playing with my breasts. The multiple sensations of his skin against mine, his probing tongue and the extended massage of my chest pushed me over the precarious edge I had been on previously.
I came quickly and screamed my release into his mouth. Harry languidly continued kissing me while I rode out the waves. As I came down, I felt remorseful that Harry hadn't experienced that with me. I wanted to make it up to him, but again he seemed to have other plans. He broke off from my mouth, panting from the length of our kisses. He took in a few good gulps of air before attacking my neck, while simultaneously positioning himself between my thighs.
I willingly parted my legs farther to accept him, wrapping them around his lean torso when he was fully settled. This time, Harry pushed in so quickly that a gasp escaped me from the spike of pleasure that the action brought. I never understood how my husband had the patience that he did, because he just laid there, inside me, not moving. To say I was frustrated would be putting it lightly.
Finding my voice again, I managed to moan out, "Harrryyy, please?"
He sent me a mischievous smirk that I swear he picked up from Sirius, despite that the man had been dead for nearly 4 years. Huskily, he inquired, "Please what?"
I swear, if I didn't love the man to death, I would have killed him for doing this to me. Instead of giving him the verbal response I knew he was seeking, I tried to buck my hips against his to get the desired result. His smirk just seemed to get wider as my efforts produced nothing. Again, he repeated, "Please, what?"
Defeated, I moaned out, "Please, make love to me."
Grinning in triumph, he kissed me and began to move. During his first couple of thrusts, he grunted out, "See, all you had to do was ask." I was too enraptured by the sensations to do anything about his cheekiness. He tried to keep the pace slow at first, but soon the sensations began to take on a life of their own and the pace picked up considerably over the next few minutes. Sooner than I wanted, I started tumbling over the edge again. I tried to see if Harry was close too, but was swept away in another intense orgasm. I screamed my release, this time uninhibited by Harry's mouth, as I clenched around him. He followed shortly, screaming my name as well.
Together, we just lay there, panting and waiting to float down from the heaven we had reached together. I felt my eyes starting to grow heavy. It looked like Harry felt the same way. Before he drifted off, he rolled us over, making sure not to break our connection, so that I was on top, since I wouldn't crush him with my weight. Losing the battle of consciousness, I whispered, "We can explore tomorrow."
He barely nodded his head, with his eyes closed. "Sleep and sex? Sounds good." His breathing leveled out before I could respond, and I decided it wasn't worth it. I settled my head on his chest, ready for our nap.
The rest of our day passed in relatively the same way. We'd wake up, make love, and then take a nap again. Then we'd repeat the process over again. All in all, our first day on our honeymoon was very good, well, perfect.
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