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Momentum	By : JustAWhat Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 22744 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: The author does not own Harry Potter, nor make any money off this story. This is a work of fiction; any resemblance to actual events is coincidental. It is fantasy only; the author does not condone any illegal/immoral actions in real life.

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Part III: Last Time
Chapter Warnings: Heterosexual Sex, Infidelity, Dirty Talk, Fisting
Chapter Summary: When absolutely everything about their interactions were screaming at her to run away, that's when she most wanted to stay.
Paring: [Ginny/Dean]

This has gotta be the last time.
It's gon' be the best, though.
Promise...
Just one last time.
"Last Time" / Trey Songz

One week later, Ginny stood outside the small London flat, he had moved into. She took in a deep breath as she attempted to pull herself together and think of the perfect words to say.
Hey, Dean, I’m just here for my ring, you know the one you stole while we were getting it on in a public loo.
No. That wouldn't do.
Hey, Dean, remember me? Yeah, that's right, Ginny Weasley.
Merlin, of course he'd remember who she was. She was such a twit.
Dean, hey. Hi there. Yeah, um, so I was just in the neighborhood and thought I'd stop by and see if you still had…
No.
No.
No.
She agitatedly ran her hand through her hair. How did she get herself into this mess? What in the hell was she supposed to say to him and what if he wouldn't let her leave? Worse yet, what if he tried to make another pass at her? Oh, Merlin, why am I enjoying that thought?
Five minutes later she was perched on the front step, staring at the paneling, anxiously waiting for an answer to her pitiful excuse for a knock.
She waited.
And waited.
Ginny’s nerves escalated as she finally had the time take notice over her appearance, realizing the old joggers she mustered in her hurry to "sneak out" weren't exactly sexy and flattering. It was also in that moment, after recognizing she had forgotten her coat and was sporting an off-the-shoulder shirt, that she violently shivered against the brisk cold of the night air.
It was cold, and she was knocking, and waiting, and suddenly she didn't want to be here anymore. Perhaps it was a mistake, and she was making a fool out of herself, and he didn't really want her to come in the first place…
The door slowly swung open, revealing a shirtless Dean, hair in disarray, eyes groggy and beauty bleeding.
She looked at him and she felt everything.
She didn't love him, but she felt everything.
"You're late," he said after looking her over, his voice low and husky with sleep.
Ginny took a deep breath, pushing past him, stepping inside, wanting him to follow. Knowing he'd follow.
"I shouldn't be here." The words escaped her lips without her permission, but it was the truth.
He closed the door on her doubts, on the cold, turning toward her, entering her personal space and clouding her mind. "You shouldn't," he agreed, the wall feeling rough against her back as his body closed in on hers, trapping her between.
"Dean, I…"
"Shh," he said, interrupting her, leisurely bringing his lips to hers. "Come.”
He pulled away from her then, starting to stalk off down the hall toward his bedroom. He stopped halfway though, turning around to gesture her forward.
She entered his bedroom, acutely aware of his movements directly behind her. His bed wasn't made, covers and blankets thrown all around the room with a few books haphazardly scattered on the sheets. Ginny’s eyes took note as he entered her field of vision; her body was already on fire, so attuned to his presence and silently begging to have everything, to feel everything he had to give.
He edged onto his bed, pushing himself back to lean against the headboard, idly patting the space beside him. She complied with his request and crawled next to him, curling her legs underneath her while unsuccessfully trying to ignore the alluring aura of his scent. When absolutely everything about their interactions were screaming at her to run away, that's when she most wanted to stay.
"Why did you come here tonight?" he asked when she couldn't find her voice to break the silence.
"You know why," she said, her voice just above a whisper, and she couldn't help it, she couldn't stop her legs from shifting, turning on his lap so she was directly straddling him, pressing against every aspect of him that she needed the most.
"I want you to stay," he said suddenly as his hands slowly found their way around her, gliding decadently up the back of her shirt.
He thrust his hips gently against her, the connection almost more than she could handle. She closed her eyes and dropped her forehead against his, his breath hot on her lips.
"Harry will be--"
Before she could finish, his lips joined with hers, stealing away her thoughts and her words. He kissed her roughly, though gently enough to make her body beg. Ginny’s hands automatically fisted into the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling and tugging at him until their bodies collided.
Every time they met in the middle she couldn't help but marvel in the way their bodies fit together so perfectly, the way they meshed as though it was a part of their biological make-up to do so. Ginny’s mind raced out of her control, every nerve ending firing, becoming extra sensitive to his touch.
His lips eventually found their way to her neck as she tried to catch the breaths she had long since lost.
"Don't make me feel guilty for wanting you," he breathed against her flesh, his hands already reaching beneath the waistband in the back of her joggers.
"Do you think I should tell him?" she blurted, her hands gliding down the ripples of his back, pulling him closer as she arched into him.
His lips were gliding against the bare skin of her shoulder when she felt him tense in response to her words.
"Do you want to tell him?" he asked, his voice muffled against her clavicle.
"He'll leave me," she whispered, realizing how devastatingly true that was. She knew that even if she begged and pleaded, Harry wasn't the type of guy to easily forgive and forget. He loved with a passion that often took her breath away, and she knew his hatred could easily match it.
Dean halted his actions, pulling slightly away so he could look her in the eyes. He lifted his hand up, tucking a strand of hair that had fallen into her eye behind her ear, his fingers lingering lightly against her cheek. "Then, he'd be an idiot to give up something like you without a fight. But I think you might be underestimating him. The Harry Potter I know…”
He trailed off, and she waited for him to finish, but his ending never came. She wondered what he meant, tried to wrap her mind around what he was saying..
"I don't want to talk about Harry anymore," she said, bringing her hands to each side of his face, pulling him closer until her mouth connected with his.
Words were nonexistent after that, their language spoken with their touch instead of their taste. Their kisses started off soft, a gentle dance of serenity and affection, but it wasn't long before they became an inferno, their passion taking over their senses completely.
Dean's hands frantically worked on her joggers, her knickers, touching her and grinding his erection against her core until neither of them could take it anymore. He was gasping while she was panting, their fingers colliding against the waist of his pyjama bottoms, awkwardly pulling them down until his cock was exposed.
She launched herself between his outstretched legs and grasped his dick in her hand. His entire length was slurped noisily into her mouth where she massaged it with her tongue while lightly sucking on it. As his shaft hardened and swelled in her mouth, she began to release him bit-by-bit, and by the time it stood at its full length, only the tip remained inside. Ginny’s tongue traced along the underside of the ridge—round, and round, and round—until finally, she reached the center-point of the underside and stopped.
Sucking firmly, she released him with an audible pop, dragging the tip of her tongue up the head of Dean’s cock to the drop of pre-cum that she knew would be waiting for her at tip. She met his eyes, now glazed, and her pussy shivered at what they held—promises of what was to come. She could hardly wait, but first…
She wrapped one hand around the base of his fully alert cock and held it still as she dragged her tongue slowly from the base to the tip, licking around the entire circumference like an ice lolly. It wasn't long before he was moaning, muttering incoherent words and generally begging for more.
Ginny didn't do this to Harry. He was devoted to her and they had good sex—she would never complain about it—but Harry would also never think about doing the things Dean does with her. Not to the love of his life; Harry made love to her, but Dean fucked her…and that's exactly what she wanted: to be fucked. Hard.
By the time she finished licking the full 360 degrees of his dick, Dean was thrusting his hips, trying to bury himself in her mouth.
Deciding to put the poor man out of his misery only because it would expedite her being put out of hers, Ginny sunk her lips down on him, taking him as deeply as she could without choking and then wrapping her hand around the rest of him. She realized she loved to suck cock and Dean’s—long and hard, nearly as round as her wrist and just perfect—was a real treat. She was shocked to discover that she could barely fit her lips around his girth. She couldn’t help thinking about how good felt when he stretched her other lips. Bliss.
Just thinking about it had her practically dripping. Ginny couldn't help spreading her knees apart and burying her free hand between her legs to work herself over while she continued to suck his cock. She brought him, and herself, right to the edge before she finally pulled her mouth off his dick.
They were running out of time and, as much as both of them wanted her to continue sucking him all night long, they knew it wasn't in the cards...for today.
Ginny raised her torso up so that she was kneeling between Dean’s legs with her knees spread wide to let him watch. She had three of her fingers bunched up and was pounding them in and out of her dripping snatch. His eyes burned with lust, causing her pussy to clench and grow even slicker. Merlin, he turns me on so fucking much. If Harry looked at her like that, she wouldn't be here, in bed with her ex-boyfriend right now. His loss, she supposed.
"Oh, fuck, baby! That's so bloody hot—watching you fuck yourself. Yeah! Can you give yourself more? Hmmm?" Dean asked.
She nodded and added her pinkie to the bunch. It felt so good.
"Is that all you got, baby? Is that all you can do?" he goaded. He wanted it dirty today.
Fine.
She didn't do it very often—in fact, she had never done it in front of anyone else before, even Harry—but she was feeling every bit as randy and dirty as Dean was, so she complied. Fully lubed by her own hot juices, Ginny spread her bunched up fingers, stretching herself open so that she could slip her thumb, and then her whole hand, inside until she was buried wrist-deep, fisting herself. It felt so bloody good. Not nearly as good as it feels when Dean’s cock was crammed in there, but good.
She was so tight that, had she not had the Thames running between her thighs, she wouldn't have been able to move her hand, but she was and she did. Slowly, she began to pump her hand in and out of her pussy, making sure to angle her fingers just right so that she hit all of those ‘magical’ spots that she could only ever reach this way. Ginny closed her eyes for a moment and when she opened them it was to the sight of her lover pumping himself at the same pace as her. So, so hot!
Lowering her hips as she thrust up and withdrawing as she lifted her hips—essentially fucking her hand—she quickly increased her pace. She was so close to blowing and looking at him fucking his hand was doing nothing to keep her orgasm at bay, so she shut her eyes in concentration, not looking again until she heard him growl. When she opened her eyes, Dean was sitting up, leaning towards her and still gripping himself. It took some effort, but he managed to pull his hand off his leaky cock and then reached forward to grab her arm. Waiting until she lifted her hips up, he pulled her hand out of her pussy and began feverishly licking her juices off it.
"Oh, Merlin! Just fuck me now!" she panted.
He groaned and, in between licks, managed to get out, "Yeah…you want me to…to fuck you now? Gonna fuck you…so hard, baby…f-fuck you so hard…your teeth…are gonna…rattle."
With that, Dean released her arm, pulled her forward and slammed her down onto his cock, thrusting up as he did. Ginny’s pussy instantly began clenching and releasing as she came hard around him. Buried balls deep in her wet heat, he remained still, gritting his teeth against his own orgasm. As hers abated, he regained control, lay back and started thrusting in and out of her roughly, just the way she liked it.
"You like that baby? Yeah? Am I fucking you good enough? You like it rough, don't you? You like it hard and rough. Yeah, you do, you little slag."
She couldn't even answer him, she was so out of her fucking mind with pleasure. She just moaned and groaned unintelligibly, and grunted loudly each time Dean rammed himself home. Goddamn, he was good.
He smacked her ass hard and said, "Answer me, now!"
Ginny panted, "N-need m-more!"
"You need more? I’ll give you more, you dirty slut." He flopped them over and got off the bed. Standing beside it, bending his knees to align his hips with hers, Dean pulled her legs over his shoulders and began to furiously pound into her…but it still wasn't enough.
Ginny bent her knees and braced her feet against his chest, giving herself some leverage to push back against him and increase the force that he entered her with. He countered by leaning over her. Grunting loudly, he increased his speed and force by an impossible degree. Bloody Hell! It wouldn't be long now, she was too close.
Sure enough, seconds later her pussy clenched down on him and familiar waves of ecstasy began to wash over her. Two more hard, savage thrusts and Ginny was screaming as she came all over his hard-driving cock. Dean never stopped thrusting, fucking her good all the way through her orgasm, drawing it out for her. Just as her release started to slow down, she felt his thrusts become erratic.
He pumped into her a couple more times and then, burying himself to the hilt, he exploded deep inside her pussy. Dean’s hot spurts hit her cervix, drawing another mini climax out of her, before he collapsed on top of her prone form. He lay there briefly, pressing her knees to her chest as they attempted to catch their breath, and then he rolled off of her, sprawling onto his back across the bed beside her.
As soon as her breathing evened out some, she got up and cleaned herself up. Dean walked up and gave her an affectionate peck on her temple.
"Same time tomorrow, Ginny?"
Ginny’s eyes closed, but she felt everything.
She didn't love him, but she felt everything
"Yes, Dean," she said with a small smile on her face and a naughty twinge in her heart. At that moment, she refused to feel any guilt. She was too busy basking in the afterglow of the night and the anticipation of what was to come.
"Maybe tomorrow I’ll shove my big cock in your arse." Her jaw hit the floor and her eyes got big – she’d never done that before, never even thought about it. "I’ll make sure to have the lube, baby."
Dean growled and swatted her arse as she left the room, down the hall and out the door.

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