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Ginny Weasley Chapter 6: Bedroom Negotiations, a harry potter fanfic. Bedroom Negotiations. Warmth suffused her as his tongue darted around her ear. He kissed her neck following her rapidly beating pulse down to her collar bone. Is this really Harry Potter's Ginny Weasley? Actress Bonnie Wright looks unrecognisable all grown up The actress has left her younger character behind and.Ginny pulled at Harry's shirt, freeing shirt tails from trousers and began to unbutton him. Hands on his chest she caressed him, feeling taut muscles ripple under soft skin. Reaching around to his back, Ginny traced the curve of his spine until skin was blocked by waistband. Fanpop community fan club for Ginevra 'Ginny' Weasley fans to share, discover content and connect with other fans of Ginevra 'Ginny' Weasley. Explore Emily Wilcox's board 'Bonnie Wright' on Pinterest, the world's catalog of ideas. Harry's hands traced a light outline following the curvature of her breast, before with nimble fingers he too unfastened the front of Ginny's blouse. Ginny dropped her hands and let it fall to the floor. Then his mouth met hers again and her whole world closed down to the small space that their tongues fought over. Ginny gasped a breath and noted that Harry had removed her bra at some point during the kiss and they were now touching skin to skin from waist to shoulder as he tumbled with her into the plush four post bed. Harry brought his hands up to her chest and with strong hands kneaded breast and nipple sending electric shocks into her core. With tongue and mouth he sucked and pulled, not roughly, but gently teasing and Ginny's mind was deep in her body coursing on rippling waves of tension and desire. Without really meaning to, Ginny found that her hands had crept under the waistband of his trousers trying to reach his bum. Tracing their way around his body, her fingers found the waistband clasp and with a quick tug she unfastened the waist, unzipping the fly as she moved. With that settled she reached back around him, and there with strong fingers she kneaded the gluteal muscles that gave him such an attractive back side. Ginny's breath stopped in her throat when Harry began tracing a line of kisses down her midline from breast bone to navel. His warm breath suffused her with heat while his fingers traced the shape of the frog clasp that secured the belt which suspended jeans. A fumbling moment later and she felt his fingers and the cooling night air in the exposed Vee of her pants and she lifted her hips so that he could slide the jeans past her hips. With her own fingers she gripped her knickers to keep them from being pulled along with. Then rolling on top of Harry, she finished pulling off his trousers, pushing and kicking them aside with her feet, noting as she did so that underneath he was wearing silver grey boxers, with a Chinese dragon embroidered that chased its way over his right hip to parts unseen. Playing his fingers over her belly, Harry began moving his hand in light caresses as he teased at the waist of her panties. When he started to lift the elastic away from her skin she growled and rolled him onto his back and pulling herself on top with legs straddling his torso. With a quick shift he flipped them over and with his hands reached down to pull her knickers aside, fingers already inside her as her body supplied slippery lubricant. Thighs squeezed together tightly, Ginny curled herself into a ball and turned away. With a calming breath he settled himself and let the heat of the moment pass through him. You don't have to do anything you don't want to.! And I really mean anyone. It really isn't possible to both think about and talk about any aspect of this place. Not what happens, not what we discuss. Here I am at his mercy, he could do anything with me that he wants to and if he is right I'd never be able to tell anyone, and still he treats me with love and respect even though he'd never be held accountable if he weren't. My mother was twelve and was sleeping over with her cousin Claire. In the middle of the night my grand uncle, mother's uncle, crept into the room and raped her. How terrible for her. I don't really want to know the details. She tried to hide it from me while I was awake, but late at night I would hear them arguing, and there was always tension around the house during the day. I wanted to know what they were fighting about, so I listened. Mother was angry and yelling in that sharp way she has. Dad was calm, responding but not yelling until Mother said something about how she should never have married a Weasley. Father did become angry then, and what he said to her then I can't get out of my mind. I never had sex with anyone but you. Not until our wedding night, and not after. You had sex before you were even a teenager. How should I know how many boys you slept with! Yet you begrudge me one other woman, just one! The next morning mother came into my room and told me that she would be leaving. She was miserable and I sat and talked to her there, and she said '. Promise me that child.' And so I promised. He had ended the affair that day, and when he came home he brought mother a ring with a cut ruby heart that was staggering. It was even larger than her engagement ring. And he asked her to forgive him, and said it would never happen again. I really do want to make love to you, Harry. I want to be sophisticated and easy going like my girlfriends. I want it not to be such a big deal, and it shouldn't be, but I can't do it knowing what it would mean to mother. And she is going to be so angry with me already, just for being gone. I think it may be difficult to respect your father after this; whatever the provocation, I really can't respect comparing your mother's rape as a child to his own infidelity. That goes beyond the pale for me. Mother's accusations toward the Weasley name cut him deeply. Please don't judge him too harshly. I don't know that I would have taken him back, were I Molly. For her to equate her own experiences to sex between consenting adults is also hard to digest. It simply isn't true any longer that witches who have sex before marriage will never be able to make peace with their husbands once they are married. Witness any number of our friends who have normal premarital relationships leading to perfectly normal marriages. I think it would take a real caveman to be so possessive as to be offended by something that happened even before a couple had met. I'm not even sure it was ever true barring some fragment of degenerate men who are unable to moderate their jealousy with reason. I mean I know that mum and dad aren't perfect, but I never really tried to reevaluate their ideas in quite that way. I think you are sexy and much more sophisticated than I am. I think you are fun, and smart, and loving..
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