A/N: All characters involved in this work of fiction are consenting adults. No minors or teenage characters have been depicted in explicit situations.
Harry's fingers dug into Fleur's hips as he pounded into her from behind, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling his bedroom. Fleur was on her hands and knees on his bed, her back arched perfectly, pushing her ass up to meet each of his thrusts. Her hair cascaded down her back in waves, and Harry had one hand tangled in it, using it to pull her head back slightly.
"Fuck, Harry," Fleur moaned, her voice breaking with each thrust. "Right there. Don't stop. Fuck, don't you dare stop."
He didn't. Harry increased his pace, driving into her harder. Her pussy gripped him tight with each thrust, hot and slick and perfect. He could feel her inner walls fluttering around him, could hear the wet sounds their bodies made as they moved together. His other hand slid around to cup her breast, squeezing roughly before his fingers found her nipple and pinched.
"You feel so good," Harry groaned, his free hand sliding down her stomach to find her clit. He rubbed it in tight circles, and Fleur cried out, her arms nearly giving out beneath her.
"Yes," she gasped, pushing back harder against him. "Just like that. Make me come on your cock. I'm so close already."
Harry obliged, his fingers working her clit while he continued to pound into her. Each thrust drove the air from her lungs in sharp gasps. But then Fleur spoke again, her voice breathless and teasing despite the pleasure coursing through her.
"You know," she managed between moans, her words interrupted by the slamming of his hips, "you really owe me a proper date. Like the one you took Gabrielle on. She wouldn't stop talking about it for days."
Harry's hips stuttered for just a moment before he recovered. Then a slow grin spread across his face. He pulled out suddenly, making Fleur whimper at the loss, and flipped her onto her back. Before she could protest, he was inside her again, driving deep. His hands pinned her wrists above her head as he fucked her hard, the bed frame hitting the wall with each thrust.
"A date?" Harry growled, his hips snapping forward with force. "You want a proper date? Is that what this is about?"
"Yes," Fleur moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper. "You took her somewhere fancy. Wined and dined her properly. Made her feel special."
"We're going out tonight then," Harry said, punctuating each word with a hard thrust that made her breasts bounce. "Somewhere even better. You better look your absolute best. Your most stunning."
Fleur's eyes lit up with satisfaction, pleasure and triumph mixing in her expression. But then she smiled wickedly, her teeth catching her lower lip. "Took me bringing it up for you to finally take me on a date though, didn't it? Had to practically beg for it while you're balls deep inside me."
Harry released her wrists and gripped her hips instead, lifting them off the bed as he drove into her even harder. The new angle let him go deeper, hitting that spot inside her that made her scream. Fleur's hands flew to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin hard enough to leave marks as pleasure overwhelmed her.
"Is that what you think?" Harry asked, his voice rough and demanding. "That I needed reminding? That I wasn't already planning it?"
"Maybe," Fleur gasped out, barely able to speak as he pounded into her relentlessly. Her whole body was shaking with each impact.
"Then I'll just have to make sure you can't walk straight by the time I'm done," Harry promised, his eyes dark with desire and determination. "Make sure you remember exactly who's in charge here. Make sure you're thinking about nothing but my cock for the rest of the day."
He proved his point by fucking her with renewed intensity, his cock driving into her without mercy. Fleur's moans turned to screams, her body arching off the bed. Harry leaned down and captured one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking hard before biting gently. Fleur's scream pitched higher.
"Harry," she gasped. "Oh fuck, Harry, I'm going to come."
"Not yet," Harry said, pulling back slightly to look at her. "Tell me what you want. Tell me you want me to take you out. Tell me properly."
"Please," Fleur moaned, writhing beneath him. "Please take me on a date. A proper date. Want you to wine me and dine me. Want you to show me off. Want everyone to see that I'm yours."
"Better," Harry said with satisfaction. He increased his pace again, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing in tight circles. "Now you can come. Come for me right now."
Fleur shattered with a scream, her pussy clamping down on him like a vice. The sensation pushed Harry over the edge, and he buried himself deep as he came, filling her with pulse after pulse of his release. Her inner walls milked him, drawing out every drop. They collapsed together, both breathing hard, their bodies slick with sweat.
"Tonight," Harry said when he could speak again, still buried inside her. "Be ready by seven. And Fleur?"
"Yes?" she asked, still catching her breath. Her legs were still wrapped around his waist, holding him close.
"Wear something that'll make every man in the restaurant jealous. Something that shows off these incredible curves. I want them all to know you're mine."
Fleur smiled, satisfaction and anticipation mixing in her expression. "Oh, I intend to. I'm going to make you regret taking me somewhere public."
"Looking forward to it," Harry said, finally pulling out of her. He watched as his cum leaked out of her pussy, and the sight made his cock twitch with renewed interest despite having just finished.
Fleur noticed and laughed breathlessly. "Down boy. Save some energy for tonight. You're going to need it."
xXx
Harry checked his watch for the third time, straightening his tie yet again. Five past seven. He was starting to wonder if Fleur was making him wait on purpose when the doorbell finally rang. He opened it to find Fleur standing there, and his breath caught in his throat.
She looked absolutely stunning. Her dress was a deep sapphire blue that matched her eyes perfectly, made of silk that clung to every curve of her body like a second skin before flowing down to just above her knees. The neckline was modest by some standards but showed just enough cleavage to be tantalizing, the swell of her breasts visible and drawing the eye. The dress had a slit up one thigh that revealed her leg with every movement. Her hair was swept up in an elegant style that left her neck and shoulders bare, showing off her collarbones and the graceful line of her throat. She wore heels that made her legs look endless, and simple diamond earrings that caught the light.
"You look incredible," Harry said, unable to tear his eyes away from her. He let his gaze travel slowly down her body and back up, taking in every detail.
"I know," Fleur said with a confident smile. She stepped inside and looked him over in return, her eyes lingering on the way his suit fit his shoulders, how the charcoal gray brought out his eyes. "You clean up rather well yourself. Very handsome. Very sophisticated."
"I've got half a mind to just cancel the whole thing," Harry admitted, pulling her close by her hips. His hands slid down to cup her ass through the silk. "Skip straight to the good part. Peel this dress off you right here."
Fleur laughed, low and sultry, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Is that so? And what would the good part entail?"
"You, naked, in my bed," Harry said bluntly. "Screaming my name again. Multiple times."
"Tempting," Fleur murmured, pressing herself against him. She could feel his cock starting to harden against her stomach. "Very tempting. But you promised me a proper date, remember? I'm holding you to it."
Harry groaned but nodded. Then he leaned down to capture her lips in a kiss. It started gentle, almost chaste, but quickly turned heated. Fleur's fingers tangled in his hair as his tongue slid against hers, teasing and exploring. His hands roamed down her back to grip her ass properly, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh through the silk. Fleur moaned into his mouth and pressed closer, her breasts crushing against his chest.
When Harry's lips left hers to trail down her neck, Fleur's head fell back to give him better access. His teeth grazed her pulse point, and she gasped. He sucked gently on her skin, knowing it would leave a mark, claiming her.
"Harry," Fleur gasped as his hands slid up her sides, his thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts. "We have reservations. We can't be late."
"Cancel them," Harry said against her throat, his tongue tracing the hollow there. His hands moved to cup her breasts through the dress, squeezing gently.
"No," Fleur said firmly, though her hands were still tangled in his hair and she was arching into his touch. "You promised me a proper date. Dinner first. I want the full experience. The anticipation. The buildup."
Harry groaned but pulled back reluctantly, his hands sliding down to rest on her hips. "Fine. But I'm making no promises about what happens after dinner. Or during, for that matter."
"I'm counting on it," Fleur said with a wicked smile. She stepped back and noticed her lipstick was smudged, her carefully styled hair slightly mussed. With a casual wave of her wand, both her makeup and hair were perfect again. She smoothed down her dress, though it didn't really need it. "There. Now we can go. And Harry? Try to control yourself. At least until we're seated."
"No promises," Harry said, offering his arm.
Fleur took it with a smile. "Ready?"
"Very," Harry said, pulling her close again for one more quick kiss before they left.
They apparated directly to Paris, landing in a quiet alley near the restaurant Harry had chosen. Le Ciel Étoilé was one of the most exclusive restaurants in the city, known for its exquisite French cuisine and breathtaking views. The building was elegant, all cream stone and tall windows that glowed with warm golden light.
The maître d' greeted them warmly when they entered, his eyes widening slightly as he took in Fleur. "Monsieur Potter, welcome. And mademoiselle, you look radiant this evening."
"Merci," Fleur said with a gracious smile.
They were led through the elegant dining room, all white tablecloths and crystal chandeliers, to a private table by the window. The view overlooked the Seine, the water reflecting the lights of the city. The Eiffel Tower was visible in the distance against the night sky, lit up and magnificent. Candles flickered on every table, casting everything in soft golden light that made the glassware sparkle.
"This is beautiful," Fleur said as Harry pulled out her chair for her.
"Only the best," Harry replied, taking his own seat across from her. He couldn't stop looking at her, the way the candlelight played across her skin, the way her eyes seemed to glow.
A waiter appeared immediately with menus and a wine list, both bound in leather. Harry glanced at the wine list and ordered a bottle of their finest Bordeaux, a vintage that cost more than most people spent on groceries in a month. The waiter departed with a bow, and they were left alone.
"You're trying to impress me," Fleur observed, a teasing smile on her lips. She leaned forward slightly, giving him a better view down her dress.
"Is it working?" Harry asked, his eyes dropping to her cleavage for just a moment before returning to her face.
"Maybe," Fleur said slowly, drawing out the word. "You'll have to try harder though. I have high standards, you know."
Harry's eyes darkened. "Challenge accepted."
The wine arrived, and the waiter poured a small amount for Harry to taste. He swirled it, inhaled the bouquet, and took a sip. It was excellent, complex and rich. He nodded his approval, and the waiter poured for both of them before taking their orders. Fleur chose the duck confit after careful consideration while Harry selected the beef bourguignon. When they were alone again, Fleur raised her glass.
"To proper dates," she said.
"To making up for lost time," Harry countered.
They clinked glasses and drank. The wine was excellent, rich and full bodied with notes of dark fruit and oak. Fleur set her glass down and ran one finger around the rim slowly, her eyes fixed on Harry's. The gesture was innocent enough, but the way she did it, the way she was looking at him, made it sensual.
"So," she said, her voice low and intimate despite the crowded restaurant. "Tell me something I don't know about you."
"Like what?" Harry asked, taking another sip of wine.
"Anything." Fleur's foot found his under the table, her heel sliding up his calf slowly. "Your deepest secret. Your wildest fantasy. What you're thinking about right now."
Harry felt heat pool in his groin as her foot continued its exploration, sliding higher. "Right now I'm thinking about how that dress would look on my bedroom floor. How you'd look spread out on my bed, wearing nothing but those heels."
"Predictable," Fleur teased, though her eyes darkened with arousal. Her foot slid higher still, now halfway up his thigh. "But I suppose I can't blame you. I wore it specifically to torture you. To make you suffer through dinner while imagining taking it off me."
"Mission accomplished," Harry said, his voice rougher now. He reached across the table and took her hand, his thumb stroking her palm in slow circles. The touch was light, almost innocent, but the way he was looking at her made it anything but. "Your turn. Tell me something."
Fleur leaned in closer, her voice dropping to barely above a whisper. Anyone watching would think they were having an intimate conversation, which they were, just not the kind most people would expect. "I'm not wearing any underwear."
Harry's hand tightened on hers involuntarily. "You're not?"
"Not a stitch," Fleur confirmed, her smile turning wicked. She shifted in her seat slightly, and Harry's eyes tracked the movement. "I thought it would make the evening more interesting. Every time I move, I can feel the silk sliding against my bare skin. Against my nipples. It's driving me crazy. I'm already wet, and we haven't even had our appetizers yet."
Harry swallowed hard, his cock stirring in his trousers. Under the table, Fleur's foot had reached his lap, and she pressed it gently against his growing erection.
"You're playing a dangerous game."
"I know," Fleur said, satisfaction evident in her voice. Her foot rubbed against him slowly, exploring the shape of his hardening cock through his trousers. "But you like it. I can see it in your eyes. You're imagining it right now, aren't you? Imagining me sitting here completely bare under this dress. Wondering if anyone else knows. If they can tell. Wondering if I leave a wet spot on the chair when I stand up."
"Fleur," Harry warned, his voice rough. His cock was fully hard now, straining against his trousers, and her foot was making it worse.
"Yes?" she asked innocently, though her foot had started moving in slow circles against him. The pressure was light but intense, and Harry had to fight to keep his expression neutral.
Before Harry could respond, their appetizers arrived. Fleur pulled her foot back as the waiter set their plates down with a flourish, explaining each dish in detail. But the moment he left, her foot resumed its exploration, this time pressing more firmly against Harry's erection.
Harry nearly choked on his wine. He set the glass down carefully, his jaw clenched.
"Something wrong?" Fleur asked sweetly, her foot rubbing against him in slow strokes. Up and down, up and down, mimicking what she wanted to be doing with her hand. With her mouth.
"Not at all," Harry managed, his voice strained. He picked up his fork, determined not to give her the satisfaction of seeing how much she was affecting him. "The food looks excellent."
"It does," Fleur agreed. She took a bite of her appetizer, some kind of scallop dish, and made a soft sound of pleasure. "Mmm. So good. Perfectly cooked. You should try yours."
Harry did, and it was indeed excellent. Some kind of foie gras preparation that melted on his tongue. But he could barely taste it with Fleur's foot working against his cock under the table. He was fully hard now, his erection pressing almost painfully against his trousers, and she knew it. Her smile was pure satisfaction, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
Two could play at that game.
Harry set his fork down and leaned forward, his voice dropping to match hers. "You know what I'm thinking about right now?"
"What?" Fleur asked, her foot still moving against him in those slow, torturous strokes.
"I'm thinking about bending you over this table," Harry said, watching her eyes widen slightly. Her foot faltered for just a moment. "Pushing that pretty dress up around your waist and fucking you right here. Making you scream so loud everyone in this restaurant knows exactly what we're doing. Showing them all that you're mine."
Fleur's breath caught, and her foot pressed harder against him before resuming its movements.
"I'm thinking about how wet you are right now," Harry continued, his eyes locked on hers. He picked up his wine glass and took a slow sip, his gaze never leaving her face. "How your pussy is probably dripping, making that silk dress stick to your skin. Making you squirm in your seat. I bet if I reached under the table right now and slid my hand up your thigh, I'd find you soaked. Wouldn't I?"
"Yes," Fleur breathed, her composure slipping. She shifted in her seat again, and this time Harry could tell it wasn't for show. She was genuinely uncomfortable, aroused to the point of distraction.
"I could make you come right here," Harry said softly, dangerously. "Right at this table, surrounded by all these people. My fingers inside you, my thumb on your clit. You'd have to stay quiet, try not to let anyone know. But you'd fail, wouldn't you? You'd moan. You'd grip the table. And everyone would know what a dirty girl you are."
Fleur's hand was trembling slightly as she picked up her wine glass and drank deeply. Her cheeks were flushed, and Harry could see her nipples straining against the silk of her dress, hard points that were clearly visible. She wasn't wearing a bra either, he realized. She'd come here completely bare under that dress, wearing nothing but silk and those heels.
"You win this round," she admitted, her voice slightly unsteady. But her eyes promised retaliation.
"I usually do," Harry said with a grin. He took a bite of his appetizer, watching her over his fork.
They finished their appetizers in relative peace, though the sexual tension between them was thick enough to cut with a knife. Every look, every casual touch of hands as they reached for their wine glasses, everything was charged with desire and promise. Harry watched the way Fleur's throat moved as she swallowed, the way her lips wrapped around her fork, the way her tongue darted out to catch a drop of sauce.
"You're staring," Fleur observed.
"Can't help it," Harry said honestly. "You're beautiful."
Fleur's expression softened for a moment, genuine pleasure at the compliment showing through. But then her wicked smile returned. "Flattery will get you everywhere."
"Good to know," Harry said. Under the table, he slid his foot forward until it found hers. He ran it up her calf slowly, mimicking what she'd done to him earlier.
Fleur's eyes darkened. "Two can play at that game."
"I'm counting on it," Harry said.
The main courses arrived, presented beautifully. The waiter explained each component with obvious pride, and they thanked him. When they were alone again, they ate slowly, deliberately drawing out the meal. The food was exceptional, each bite a perfect combination of flavors and textures. Harry's beef was tender and rich, the sauce complex. But he barely registered it. All his attention was focused on Fleur, on the way her lips wrapped around her fork, on the small sounds of pleasure she made when something tasted particularly good.
"This duck is incredible," Fleur said after a few bites. "Perfectly crispy skin. So tender. Want to try some?"
Before Harry could respond, she speared a piece on her fork and held it out to him across the table. Harry leaned forward and took it from her fork with his mouth, his lips closing around the tines. Fleur's eyes darkened as she watched, her breathing picking up slightly. When Harry pulled back, chewing, she bit her lip.
"Good?" she asked, her voice slightly breathless.
"Delicious," Harry said. "Want to try mine?"
He returned the favor, holding out a piece of his beef. Fleur leaned forward and took it from his fork, but she did it slowly, deliberately. Her lips closed around the fork, and she pulled back slowly, her tongue darting out to catch a drop of sauce. The whole thing was obscenely sensual, and Harry's cock throbbed at the sight.
"Mmm," Fleur hummed, her eyes never leaving his. "So good. So thick and juicy."
Harry knew she wasn't just talking about the food. "I know you are."
Fleur laughed, the sound low and sultry. "Smooth. Very smooth."
They continued eating, but the game had resumed in earnest now. Every movement was calculated, every bite a performance. Fleur would shift in her seat and sigh softly, making it seem like she was just getting comfortable but really drawing attention to her body. Harry would lean back in his chair, his legs spread slightly, letting her see the obvious bulge in his trousers.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" Fleur asked after a while.
"Very much," Harry said. "You?"
"Immensely," Fleur confirmed. She took another sip of wine, and Harry watched the way her throat moved as she swallowed. "Though I have to admit, I'm getting a bit uncomfortable."
"Oh?" Harry asked, though he knew exactly what she meant.
"Mmm. This dress is rubbing against me in ways that are very distracting." Fleur shifted again, and this time Harry could see it was genuine discomfort. Or discomfort caused by arousal, at least. "Every time I move, the silk slides against my clit. I'm so wet, Harry. So unbelievably wet. I can feel it coating my thighs."
Harry's cock throbbed almost painfully. "Is that so?"
"Yes," Fleur breathed. She leaned forward, giving him a better view down her dress. He could see the swell of her breasts, could see her hard nipples pushing against the fabric. "I've been wet since before I even arrived at your door. Just thinking about tonight, about being here with you, about what we'd do after, it got me so worked up. And then you kissed me, touched me, and I nearly came right there in your hallway."
"Fuck," Harry muttered.
"And now I'm sitting here," Fleur continued, her voice dropping even lower, "trying to have a civilized dinner while all I can think about is your cock. How it felt this afternoon, stretching me, filling me. How I want it again. How I need it again."
Harry's hand tightened on his fork. Around them, other diners continued their meals, completely oblivious to the filthy conversation happening at their table. The couple at the next table were laughing about something, an older pair discussing wine at another. None of them had any idea that Fleur was sitting there bare under her dress, dripping wet and talking about how badly she wanted to be fucked.
"You're going to pay for this," Harry promised.
"Looking forward to it," Fleur said with a smile. She reached for her wine glass, but in doing so, she knocked her fork off the table. It clattered to the floor. "Oops. How clumsy of me."
She started to stand, but Harry was faster. "I'll get it."
He pushed back from the table and bent down, disappearing under the tablecloth. The fork was easy enough to spot, but Harry didn't pick it up immediately. Instead, he looked up at Fleur. She'd scooted forward slightly in her chair and parted her legs just enough. Even in the dim light under the table, Harry could see the wetness coating her inner thighs, could see how swollen and pink her pussy was. She was drenched, her arousal obvious.
Harry reached out and ran one finger up her thigh, collecting some of that wetness. Fleur jumped slightly, her legs closing around his hand for just a moment before opening again. Harry brought his finger to his mouth and tasted her. Sweet and musky and addictive.
He grabbed the fork and emerged from under the table, setting it on the edge. "Found it."
"Thank you," Fleur said, her voice slightly breathless. She knew what he'd done, knew he'd seen and tasted her. "That was very helpful of you."
"My pleasure," Harry said.
They finished their main courses after that, the tension between them reaching almost unbearable levels. Every bite felt like torture, every moment of polite conversation felt strained. Harry wanted nothing more than to drag Fleur out of there and fuck her senseless. From the way she kept shifting in her seat, the way her eyes kept dropping to his lap, he knew she felt the same.
Finally, their plates were cleared away. The waiter appeared to take their dessert order.
"Would you care for dessert?" he asked. "We have an excellent crème brûlée this evening. Or perhaps a selection of chocolates?"
"Just the check, please," Harry said before Fleur could respond.
"We haven't had dessert yet," Fleur protested, though her smile said she was pleased.
"We'll have it at home," Harry said firmly, his eyes dark with promise.
"Will we?" Fleur asked, standing gracefully. She turned to the waiter with an apologetic smile. "Excuse me, where's the ladies' room?"
The waiter pointed down a small hallway. "Just down there, mademoiselle."
"Thank you," Fleur said. She looked at Harry. "I'll just be a moment."
She walked away, her hips swaying deliberately. As she passed Harry's chair, she leaned down as if to whisper something. Her hand slipped into his jacket pocket, depositing something, and then she was gone before he could react.
Harry waited until she'd disappeared around the corner, then reached into his pocket. His fingers encountered damp fabric, soft and delicate. He pulled it out slightly, just enough to see. It was a scrap of lace, unmistakably women's underwear. Sapphire blue lace that matched the color of her dress. And it was definitely damp, soaked through with what could only be Fleur's arousal. It was sticky and warm, and Harry's cock throbbed so hard it was almost painful.
His eyes widened. She'd been wearing underwear after all. At least in the beginning. And she'd just removed it and given it to him.
Harry signaled for the check with perhaps more urgency than was strictly polite. He paid quickly, leaving a generous tip, and stood. He adjusted himself discretely, though there was no hiding his erection. The ladies' room was down a small hallway near the back of the restaurant. Harry glanced around to make sure no one was paying particular attention, then headed in that direction.
xXx
Fleur stood at the sink in the ladies' room, reapplying her lipstick with hands that weren't quite steady. Her body was thrumming with arousal, her pussy wet and aching. The game they'd been playing all evening had worked her up almost unbearably.
The look on Harry's face when he'd felt what she'd given him had been worth it though. She could only imagine what was going through his mind right now.
She heard the door open and close behind her. Before she could turn around, before she could even process that someone had entered, strong hands grabbed her hips and spun her to face the sink. She gasped as she was pushed firmly against it, her hands bracing on the cold marble surface.
"Harry," she started to say, but the word turned into a moan as hands groped her roughly. They squeezed her breasts through her dress, fingers finding her nipples and pinching hard enough to make her gasp. Then the hands slid down to her hips, gripping bruisingly tight.
"You've been teasing me all night," her man growled in her ear, his voice rough with desire. "Did you really think there wouldn't be consequences? Did you think I'd just sit there and take it?"
His hands pushed her dress up around her waist without ceremony, exposing her bare ass and pussy to the cool air. Fleur gasped and tried to push back against him, seeking friction, seeking his touch, but Harry held her firmly in place with one hand on her lower back.
"Look at you," Harry said, his free hand sliding between her thighs. His fingers found her entrance immediately, and he pushed two inside without warning. Fleur cried out at the sudden intrusion, her pussy clenching around his fingers. "Soaked. You're absolutely dripping. Look at this mess. You're dripping down your legs."
It was true. Fleur could feel her arousal coating her inner thighs, could feel how swollen and sensitive her pussy was. When Harry curled his fingers inside her, finding that spot that made her see stars, she nearly sobbed with pleasure.
"Someone could hear," she managed, though she made no move to stop him. If anything, she pushed back against his hand, trying to take his fingers deeper.
"Then you better be quiet," Harry said, starting to pump his fingers in and out with increasing speed. "Or maybe you want someone to hear? Want them to know what a dirty girl you are? Getting fingered in a restaurant bathroom while people eat dinner just down the hall?"
Fleur moaned, pushing back harder against his hand. "Yes. Fuck, yes."
"I knew it," Harry said with satisfaction. He added a third finger, stretching her, and Fleur's mouth fell open in a silent cry. "You wanted this all along. Wanted to be fucked in here. That's why you gave me your panties. Why you've been teasing me all night. You wanted me to lose control. Wanted me to drag you in here and take what's mine."
"Guilty," Fleur gasped out. Her hips were moving now, rocking back to meet his thrusting fingers. "I wanted you to lose control. Wanted you to show me how much you want me. How much you need me."
Harry pulled his fingers out abruptly, and Fleur whimpered at the loss. She heard the sound of his zipper, heard the rustle of fabric, and then the thick head of his cock was pressing against her entrance.
"Is this what you wanted?" Harry asked, pushing inside slowly. Fleur's mouth opened in a silent moan as he stretched her, filling her completely inch by torturous inch. "To be bent over a sink, getting fucked where anyone could walk in? Where anyone could hear you screaming?"
"Yes," Fleur managed, her voice breaking. "Fuck yes. Give it to me. Give me everything."
Harry pulled back and thrust forward hard, making her gasp. He set a brutal pace immediately, his hips snapping against her ass with force that made her entire body rock forward. One hand gripped her hip hard enough to bruise while the other tangled in her carefully styled hair, pulling her head back and forcing her to look at their reflection in the mirror.
"Look at yourself," Harry commanded, and Fleur opened her eyes to see their reflection. Her face was flushed, her mouth open, her eyes glazed with pleasure. Her breasts were threatening to spill out of her dress, bouncing with each of his thrusts. Her carefully styled hair was coming undone, strands falling around her face. And behind her was Harry, still fully clothed in his expensive suit, pounding into her like he owned her. "Look at how beautiful you are when you're being fucked. Look at how well you take my cock."
Fleur couldn't look away. The sight was incredibly erotic, watching Harry take her, seeing the way her body rocked with each thrust. Seeing the intense focus on his face, the way his jaw was clenched, the way his eyes were dark with desire.
"Harder," she demanded, her voice rough. "Fuck me harder. I can take it."
Harry obliged, his pace becoming almost punishing. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the bathroom, mixing with their ragged breathing and Fleur's increasingly loud moans. His hand in her hair tightened, pulling harder, and the sharp pain only added to her pleasure.
"Someone's going to hear you," Harry warned, but he didn't slow down. If anything, he fucked her harder.
"Don't care," Fleur gasped, her tits bouncing with each thrust. "Let them hear. Let them know you're fucking me senseless. Let them know I'm yours."
As if on cue, they heard footsteps in the hallway outside. Fleur's eyes widened, and she bit her lip hard, trying to stifle her moans. But Harry didn't stop. If anything, he fucked her harder, his cock driving deep with each thrust. One hand moved from her hair to cover her mouth, muffling the sounds she couldn't help making.
The footsteps paused outside the door. Fleur's heart was racing, her whole body tense. She could feel Harry's cock throbbing inside her, could feel how close he was to coming. After what felt like an eternity, the footsteps continued on, fading down the hallway. Fleur let out a shaky breath against Harry's palm.
He removed his hand from her mouth, and Fleur gasped for air. "I can't believe you didn't cast any locking charms," she said breathlessly. "Or privacy spells. Silencing charms. Anything. We could have been caught. Someone could walk in right now."
"You wanted to be fucked like a slut in a restaurant bathroom," Harry retorted, punctuating his words with particularly hard thrusts that made her cry out. "What's the fun in that if there's no risk? Besides, what damage would someone stumbling on us fucking really cause? They'd just get quite a show. See you bent over, taking my cock. See what a good girl you are for me."
Fleur moaned loudly at his words, fresh arousal flooding through her at the thought. Harry was right. She wanted the risk, wanted the danger of being caught. It made everything more intense, more real. Made her feel alive in ways she'd never experienced.
"You like that idea," Harry observed, his hand sliding around to find her clit. He rubbed it in tight circles while continuing to pound into her. "Like the thought of someone walking in and seeing you bent over, taking my cock. Seeing your face in that mirror. Seeing what a dirty girl you really are underneath all that elegance and sophistication."
"Yes," Fleur admitted, her voice breaking. "Morgana yes. I'd want them to watch. Want them to see how good you fuck me. Want them to see that I'm yours. That this pussy belongs to you."
Harry's fingers worked her clit faster, his thrusts becoming more erratic as his own orgasm approached. Fleur could feel hers building rapidly, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in her core. Her pussy was gripping Harry's cock with each thrust, squeezing him tight. She was so close, right on the edge.
"I'm close," she warned, her voice high and desperate. "So close. Don't stop. Please don't stop."
"Come for me, Fleur," Harry commanded, his voice rough. "Come on my cock right now. Let me feel you squeeze me. Show me how good I make you feel."
His fingers pressed harder against her clit, and that was all it took. Fleur shattered with a scream that she tried unsuccessfully to muffle against her arm. Her whole body shook as her orgasm crashed through her in overwhelming waves. Her pussy clamped down on Harry's cock, rhythmic pulses that milked him. She felt him bury himself deep as he came with a groan that he muffled against her shoulder, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her with his release. His hips jerked with each pulse, driving deeper, giving her everything.
They stayed like that for a long moment, both breathing hard. Fleur's legs were shaking, barely able to support her weight. She could feel Harry's cum starting to leak out of her around his still hard cock. Finally, Harry pulled out carefully, and Fleur felt more of his release drip down her inner thighs.
She reached for paper towels, but Harry stopped her with a hand on her wrist.
"Leave it," he said, his voice still rough. "I want you to feel it dripping out of you on the way home. Want you to remember being bent over this sink, getting fucked while people ate dinner just down the hall. Want you to feel my cum on your thighs and remember who you belong to."
Fleur shivered at his words, fresh arousal already starting to build despite having just come. She pulled her dress down, smoothing it over her hips. Without her underwear, which was still in Harry's pocket, she could indeed feel his cum starting to slide down her inner thighs. The sensation was obscene and incredibly arousing.
"You're evil," she said, but she was smiling.
"You love it," Harry countered, tucking himself back into his trousers and fixing his clothes.
"I really do," Fleur admitted. She turned to face him properly and pulled him down for a deep kiss. Her tongue slid against his, tasting him, claiming him. "Best date I've ever been on. Bar none."
"Good," Harry said when they broke apart. "Because we're not done yet. I'm taking you home and fucking you properly. Multiple times. In multiple positions. Until neither of us can move. Until you're so full of my cum it's dripping out of you for days."
"Promise?" Fleur asked breathlessly, her pussy clenching at his words.
"Absolutely," Harry said, his eyes dark with renewed desire.
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