[Good was an understatement. He needed this, just raw guilt free pleasure, though there was no guarantee there would not be guilt later. Harry had a talent for making himself worry.
For now, though, he had no room for guilt in all the passion and desire drowning out his thoughts, only habit keeping him from getting lost in those gorgeously glazed eyes of hers and really killing the mood. Instead he focuses on the way her breasts move with his thrusts, how the muscles of her stomach and hips twist and tense with every motion, the lines of sweat glistening on her body. His name pours from her lips like wine, and where his hands not occupied he'd likely busy them with her abandoned chest. Yet with the tightening just below his shaft, he knows there's not much time left, her name a groan as he penetrates her over and over.]
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For now, though, he had no room for guilt in all the passion and desire drowning out his thoughts, only habit keeping him from getting lost in those gorgeously glazed eyes of hers and really killing the mood. Instead he focuses on the way her breasts move with his thrusts, how the muscles of her stomach and hips twist and tense with every motion, the lines of sweat glistening on her body. His name pours from her lips like wine, and where his hands not occupied he'd likely busy them with her abandoned chest. Yet with the tightening just below his shaft, he knows there's not much time left, her name a groan as he penetrates her over and over.]