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“How does he get more handsome every time I see him?” Gabrielle Delacour said in French, glancing at Harry again before turning her head to look back at her sister. “This crush would be so much easier to get over if he didn’t get even better-looking with age!”
“I know what you mean,” Fleur replied, grinning. “He was too scrawny during the Triwizard Tournament, but he has matured into a very fine-looking man. I can’t blame you for fantasizing.” Fleur shrugged. “I’ve done some fantasizing myself since my divorce from William.”
“I thought you two were just friends?” Gabrielle narrowed her eyes and stared at her big sister suspiciously.
“We are,” Fleur said. “But I have eyes.” She turned her grin on Harry. “There’s nothing wrong with appreciating how handsome my friend has gotten, is there? It’s not as if I haven’t noticed him admiring my body many times over all these years of being friends, but I’ve never felt insulted by it.”
“Of course you haven’t.” Gabrielle rolled her eyes. “As if you haven’t been deliberately trying to get him to look at you all day. Or are you going to pretend that you didn’t notice how your breasts are practically spilling out of your dress?”
“Yes, I dressed to impress,” Fleur admitted. “Between me moving back to France and Harry’s quidditch schedule, we only get to see each other a handful of times a year. We’ve been so busy lately that this is our first time seeing each other in person in nearly six months. Like any proud veela, I like to make sure that I leave a good impression during every visit.”
“Then congratulations, sister,” Gabrielle said. “I doubt he’ll be able to forget the way you look in that dress any time soon.”
“I should hope not.” Fleur made a show of leaning so far forward that Harry, when he glanced up from the scouting report on the French national quidditch team he was studying while the sisters chatted in their native language, was greeted by a dangerous look down her dress. If he hadn’t known she wasn’t wearing a bra, he definitely knew it now. Harry appreciated the view for a moment, but looked away quickly.
“You’re so bad, Fleur,” Gabrielle said, giggling. Then she sighed. “I wish I could get him to stare at me like that. But he still sees me as your little sister—the child he saved from the lake.”
“Then it’s up to you to change that, sister,” Fleur said. “If you want Harry to see you as a woman, show him the woman you have become. He’s staying with me for the next week. You’ll never have a better chance to make him see that you’re all grown up.”
“You really think that could work?” Gabrielle looked at Harry briefly before returning her eyes to her sister. “I’ve tried giving him inviting smiles, and dressing up when I know he’s going to be around. It’s never changed the way he looks at me.”
“Let me help you,” Fleur said. “We’ll come up with a proper wardrobe for you, and over the next week, we’ll make sure that he sees what a beautiful woman you have become.”
“And you’ll find plenty of chances to get him to stare at you, too, I’m sure,” Gabrielle teased.
“Of course,” Fleur said easily. “Getting my handsome friend to ogle me is always great fun. And I plan to have a great deal of fun over the next week.”
The veela sisters giggled together, looking forward to a week of fun, teasing, and revelations.
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“Good morning, Harry,” Gabrielle said brightly. Her bare feet padded across the floor and entered the sitting room, where he was currently sitting on the couch and enjoying his morning coffee. He continued to stare into his coffee mug for longer than was socially acceptable after being greeted, leaving Gabrielle to think he either hadn’t heard her or was simply ignoring her. If he really was rude enough to try, she wasn’t going to let him ignore her. Not when she’d woken up so early and gone to such trouble to get him to notice her when she made her entrance. She and Fleur had cooked up a plan for the morning before she went home the previous night, and her big sister had urged Gabrielle to choose something that would show off her legs. Popping over to Fleur’s place this morning was the beginning of Gabrielle’s mission to make Harry see her as a woman, but it couldn’t start until he looked up from his coffee.
Before she had to resort to clearing her throat or playfully scolding him for ignoring her, Harry looked up on his own. Fortuitously, the first thing he saw was her long, bare legs, and his eyes remained on them for too long to be considered a passing glance. Gabrielle smiled, elated at how long he spent staring at her legs. They were one of her best physical features, in her opinion, and they were also one thing that set her apart from Fleur.
It had been years since she’d had to look up at her big sister. These days, it was Fleur who had to look up at her, because the ‘little sister’ wasn’t so little anymore. He might have met her, saved her, and captured her interest when she was just a child, but Gabrielle was all woman now. No, she was more than that. She was a 20-year-old part-veela, and the same genes that had turned men into drooling idiots around her sister for as long as Gabrielle could remember were now fully apparent in her as well. It was high time that Harry took a long look at her and realized that she was no longer the girl he met over a decade earlier, but a grown woman, an adult veela with the looks and the incredibly high sex drives that veela had a well-deserved reputation for.
Fleur told her to come back in the morning wearing the sexiest thing she owned that could reasonably pass as something she might wear in the morning, and she’d come to Harry wearing a little pink silk nightgown that clung to her body. It was nearly see-through, and if Harry ever got around to looking above her waist, he would surely appreciate the generous view of her cleavage. Her boobs weren’t quite as big as Fleur’s, but she was still incredibly proud of them, and she had no problem getting most men to fixate on them if such was her wish.
There was a reason Fleur told her to flaunt her legs, though, and this nightgown did an amazing job of showing them off. The gown didn’t even reach mid-thigh, so his eyes were able to take in almost every inch of her long, long legs. She could tell how impressed he was with them, and she hoped that he was fantasizing about what she could do with her legs. For her part, Gabrielle was picturing climbing onto the couch with him, wrapping her legs around his waist, and keeping them there for the rest of the day.
Harry’s eyes did eventually leave her legs, and he didn’t spend much time properly taking in the rest of her nightgown, likely having realized that he’d been staring for far too long as it was. She smirked at him when he made eye contact with her. His staring had been blatant, and she wasn’t going to pretend that she hadn’t noticed. He made a show of coughing into his hand and looked away quickly. Gabrielle just clasped her hands together behind her back and waited patiently. He was going to have to look at her again soon enough, and she had time to spare.
“Good morning, Gabrielle,” he said, looking back at her. “I didn’t know you’d be coming by this early.” Of course he hadn’t known. That was the point. She wanted to catch him by surprise, and she had succeeded.
“Since Fleur had to work this morning, and my apothecary mastery program is on break until next month, I figured I could come over early and keep you company while she’s gone,” Gabrielle said. “I hope that’s okay?”
“Of course it’s okay,” Harry said, nodding. “There’s still some coffee left, if you want some.”
"I'd love some." She smiled widely, showing him her perfect white teeth. "I'll pour myself a cup, and then come sit with you for a bit."
“Sounds good,” Harry said. It wasn’t like he could say anything else, unless he wanted to come off incredibly rude.
“Success!” Gabrielle whispered in French as she walked into the kitchen. “Fleur was right about him liking my legs. He couldn’t take his eyes off them!”
She heard Harry take another sip of his coffee, and she made sure that her nightgown rode high enough as she bent over to pour her coffee so that he could see more of her legs, and even a hint of the bottom of her cheeks. Gabrielle didn't need to wonder whether or not Harry was looking, because she heard him cough and struggle to swallow his coffee without spilling it or choking on it.
“Everything okay, Harry?” she asked innocently, turning her head to look at him while she stirred her coffee with a spoon. He was looking down into his mug again, obviously not trusting himself to look at her right now.
“Yeah, don’t worry, everything’s fine,” he said. He was still coughing slightly and trying to shake it off. “Coffee just went down the wrong pipe, that’s all.”
“I see,” she said in English. After taking her first sip of coffee, she walked back into the sitting room, already plotting what else she could do to tempt Harry into looking at her until Fleur got home from work in the late afternoon.
“Get ready, Harry,” she whispered in French as she sat down beside him on the couch. She made sure that she was sitting so close to him that their knees almost touched. “If you thought this nightgown was distracting, wait until you see the rest of my wardrobe.”
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Fleur poked her head out from around the corner, smiling as she watched Gabrielle strut around the sitting room in front of Harry. Her little sister was certainly making the most of Harry’s obvious fascination with her legs! She’d been flashing them at him as often as she could since Fleur had come home from work, and she had no doubt that the teasing had been going well before that. At the moment, she was striding in such a way to guarantee that her legs peeked out from the little black dress she’d changed into with every step she took. She had to swing her hips rather unnaturally to make it happen, but Harry was so focused on Gabi’s legs that he probably didn’t have a clue how much effort she was putting in to tease him. Her plan was working very well so far, and Fleur was pleased to see it.
She wasn’t going to let her little sister have all the fun, though. She was fresh out of the shower after work, and she’d made sure to change into a new outfit that was going to get her plenty of attention from him, too.
It started with the heels, which were important initially in getting Harry to look up and take his eyes off of Gabi’s legs when he heard the sound of her shoes crossing the floor. Once he did look up, he would find that the heels accentuated her legs quite well. Gabi might have longer legs, but Fleur was still quite proud of hers, and she knew that she had good reason to be. Harry certainly appreciated her bare, smooth legs as he took an instinctive look up her body.
He had plenty more to admire once his gaze made it above her legs, because Fleur had changed into a short, sexy dress of her own. She’d gone with green rather than black, not wanting her outfit to appear too similar to her sister’s. The cut of the dress differed as well, particularly above the waist. Gabi’s dress offered a tasteful yet tantalizing glimpse of her chest, but with Fleur’s dress, her breasts commanded his undivided attention. She saw the way Harry’s cheeks flushed as he stared at her chest before he finally coughed into his hand and forced his head to turn away from her, and Fleur smirked.
“Hello, you two,” Fleur said brightly. “Did anything interesting happen while I was at work?”
“Oh, nothing much,” Gabrielle shrugged. “Harry and I just spent time catching up and talking about our lives.” She sat down on the couch next to Harry, and even though the couch was large enough to offer them both plenty of space, she sat so close to him that their thighs touched.
“That’s lovely,” Fleur said, smiling. “I hope you didn’t mind that I suggested that Gabi come over and keep you company while I was working, Harry.”
“No, no, it was a good idea,” Harry said quickly. “Haven’t had much chance to talk to Gabrielle, so it was nice to really get to know the grown-up version of her better.” He glanced down at their thighs touching on the couch for a few seconds before looking away again, and Fleur shared a grin with her sister. He certainly saw her as a grown woman now!
“I’m so glad,” Fleur said. She walked across the sitting room, but rather than claiming her favorite armchair, she sat down on the couch with them, taking the spot on Harry’s other side. “I apologize again for having to work this morning, but I promise I’m all yours now for the rest of the week.”
“I’m sure you’d like to be all his, wouldn’t you?” Gabrielle said playfully, slipping into French. Harry couldn’t understand their native language, but he still blushed at that moment, because Fleur chose to slip her arm through his and scoot closer to him so that her thigh was touching his, just like Gabi’s was on the other side of the couch.
“I would not mind it at all, no,” Fleur answered. “But I suppose I’ll have to compete for his attention over this next week, won’t I?”
“I’m not thinking of this as a competition at all,” Gabrielle said. She took Harry’s other arm, snuggling against his side on the couch. “Harry is man enough to have time for both of us, I think.”
“Well said, sister,” Fleur laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Harry asked, looking at Fleur. There was color in his cheeks still, likely because he wasn’t sure what they were saying, but correctly assumed that it was about him in some way.
“It’s nothing, Harry,” Fleur said. She leaned against him, brushing her breast against his side. “Gabi and I were just discussing all the fun we hope to have with you this week.”
Gabrielle was right. This wasn't a competition, even in the most playful sense of the word. The Delacour sisters were on the same side, and they were going to team up to tempt and tease Harry until he was at his wits' end.
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“Is the food to your liking, Harry?” Fleur asked, watching him chew the bite in his mouth.
“It’s great, Fleur,” he said after swallowing. “Thanks for picking the restaurant.”
“I’m so glad it is to your taste,” Gabrielle’s big sister said. She looked at Gabrielle next. “And what about you, Gabi? I know you’ve been here before, but how are you liking the new dish?”
“It is very tasty,” Gabrielle said honestly. “Thank you for recommending it.” After a second’s pause, and a glance at Harry looking even more handsome than usual in the dress shirt and trousers he’d worn for dinner, she switched to French. “But I would much rather taste Harry. He is looking delicious tonight, isn’t he?”
“When does he not?” Fleur asked with a laugh. “I don’t care how much you want to taste him, though: you are not allowed to crawl under the table and unzip his trousers. I happen to like this establishment, and I don’t want you to get me banned.”
“Does that mean that if Harry decided you looked so good that he had to have you, you wouldn’t let him throw you down on top of the table and ravage you?” Gabrielle whispered. Both sisters looked over at Harry, who had suddenly started coughing. He cleared his throat and shook his head while pointing to his drink, indicating that it must have gone down the wrong pipe. Once they were sure he was okay, the Delacour sisters looked at each other again, and Fleur gave her answer.
“There are few things in the world that I would choose over this bouillabaisse,” Fleur said. “But I have a feeling that a ravaging from Harry would be good enough to make the list.”
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“What about this one, Harry?” Fleur asked. She put her hand on her hip and bent forward slightly, deliberately drawing his attention to her breasts. The blue one-piece bikini she'd put on struggled mightily to cover her breasts, but there was no accidental slippage as she modeled the outfit for Harry. Of course, she would not have been even slightly upset if her boobs had popped out. She could imagine how effectively she could break his brain if he got an unexpected nipple slip in the sitting room!
“It looks great,” Harry said, looking her up and down again. “Err, you look great in it, rather.”
“Does it look better than the green two-piece I wore before?” she asked. “Or the red strapless suit, or—”
“Honestly, Fleur?” Harry interrupted. “Like I said when you and Gabi first asked me to help you pick your swimsuits for tomorrow, I don’t have a bloody clue about fashion, for men or women. But if you want my honest opinion, you could walk onto that beach tomorrow wearing any of the suits you’ve shown me, and you’d have blokes stopping what they’re doing to stare at you.”
“That was a wonderful answer, Harry,” she said, grinning widely. “It also proves to me that asking for your opinion was a lovely idea.” She was confident that she looked great in every swimsuit she owned, but getting help in picking an outfit for their trip to the beach tomorrow wasn’t the point in the first place. This was all about showing off in front of Harry and getting him to watch her wearing every cute and/or sexy bathing suit and bikini she owned, and it was working out splendidly. His admitting that she was going to turn heads no matter which of them she wore to the beach was a fantastic bonus. Fleur was proud of her beauty, and hearing praise like that from her handsome friend made her want to preen and strut. His attention had been gratifying for the several days he'd been staying with her, and if she could already get a confession like that out of him today, she couldn't wait to see what would happen once they made it to the beach tomorrow.
“It was a lovely idea,” Gabrielle agreed as she returned to the sitting room in her latest swimsuit. “Now, tell me what you think of this one, Harry.”
“It’s really nice,” Harry said honestly. Gabrielle’s one-piece swimsuit was indeed nice. It had a slit down the middle that offered glimpses of her cleavage and belly, but it was clear what this swimsuit was designed to highlight. It ended just below her crotch, so aside from a little ribbon accessory tied around her right thigh, her legs were completely bare. Gabi was well aware of how much Harry liked her legs now, and she gleefully made the most of it whenever possible. Every one of the swimsuits they’d picked out for her to try on did a great job of showing off her legs, but Fleur grinned knowingly, waiting for Gabi to show off the other aspect of this particular swimsuit that placed it so highly on her list.
“And how about the back view?” Gabi asked next, doing a slow twirl to show Harry the other angle. Fleur had already seen how the suit looked on her sister and knew how the material of the thin one-piece that ran between her crack barely covered what had to be covered and left her buttocks entirely exposed, so she didn't watch Gabi's twirl. Instead, she paid close attention to how Harry reacted to having this much of Gabrielle's firm, heart-shaped butt out in the open. She was not disappointed by his reaction. Harry gasped audibly, his eyes went comically wide, and his lips formed an oval as he stared at Gabrielle’s incredibly daring swimsuit. The two of them had coordinated the order of the suits they were going to model for him, wanting to give them both their time to shine. Fleur’s personal favorite of hers was the green two-piece bikini, and Harry had definitely appreciated it, too. That hadn’t been the last outfit she’d shown him, because they both wanted him to have a bit of time to settle down at least slightly before Gabi brought out this daring, buttock-baring number as the grand finish. They had planned it out well, and watching Harry subtly adjust the way he was sitting on the couch was all the proof she needed.
“He’s hard,” Fleur announced to Gabrielle. “He’s hard, and trying not to show it.” Gabrielle looked back over her shoulder at Harry, giggling as she noticed him pulling a pillow over his lap.
“What do you think, Harry?” she asked him, smiling over her shoulder at him. She kept her back to him, which meant that her butt remained on display. “Is this a good bikini to wear to the beach tomorrow?”
“That depends,” Harry said. He licked his lips. “If you want to get every guy on that beach in trouble with their girlfriend for staring at you when you walk by? Yeah, that one’s a great choice.”
“I think I will wear it, then!” Gabrielle laughed. “But it’s your eyes that I want staring at me. I don’t want you to be able to look away. I want you to stare at me in this swimsuit and imagine tearing it off of me and fucking me in the sand.” Harry swallowed thickly, groaned, and looked away, apparently overloaded by prolonged exposure to this view of Gabi's buttocks.
“He is barely containing himself,” Fleur said. “I can’t wait to see how much we can make him struggle when we’re on the beach in our sexiest swimsuits, and he doesn’t have a pillow to put over his lap.”
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“That is good, Harry,” Gabrielle groaned. “Rub it in as thoroughly as you can, please. I do not want to get sunburned.” Harry could have pointed out that he’d rubbed quite enough of the sunscreen all over every inch of her legs, but if he was of a mind to do that, he could have made the obvious point that there were spells that protected skin from sunburn without any need for lotion in the first place. He hadn’t spoken up then, and he didn’t speak up now, either. Instead, he continued to rub the sunscreen all over Gabrielle’s long legs and feet.
“Mmm, what I would give for him to take this bathing suit off of me and rub the sunscreen everywhere!” Gabrielle said, making Harry close his eyes.
“I am tempted to take off my top and ask him to apply it to my breasts!” Fleur said from beside her younger sister.
“He just might burst out of his trunks if you did!” Gabrielle laughed.
“All the more reason to do it, then,” Fleur said, grinning. She glanced over at him from her towel, and he could feel her trying to get a look at his crotch. “That erection looks painful. I wish he would ask me to help him with it.”
“I would be happy to help, too!” Gabrielle laughed again and then sighed as Harry's hands rubbed along her inner thighs. "His hands feel so good. I wish that he would slide them beneath my suit and touch me where I really want him to touch me!”
“He is a noble man,” Fleur said. “Sometimes annoyingly so. Any other man would have tried to fuck me years ago, if I teased them as much as I tease Harry. His willpower is one of the things I treasure most about him, and his respect for me is part of the reason we’ve become such good friends.” She giggled slightly. “Still, if he decided he’d finally had enough and tried to fuck me right here on the sand, I do not think I would stop him.”
For years, Harry Potter had fought to contain his desire for Fleur Delacour. He was attracted to her, of course; anyone with eyes would be. She was the most beautiful woman he’d seen, without question, at least until her little sister grew up and complicated the issue. But Fleur was also a treasured friend and someone he had great respect for, and sweet Gabrielle deserved his respect, too. He was well aware that Fleur enjoyed dressing up and teasing him with her beauty, and she’d definitely noticed him staring quite a few times over the years. But since she never commented on his staring and made no attempt to push things forward, he’d always assumed that it would never be anything more than teasing. He figured that Fleur enjoyed being able to show off and attract the attention of a man whom she trusted not to try and bend her over and fuck her at the slightest provocation.
Everything changed during this trip to France, though. There were two big factors that permanently altered the dynamic between Harry and one of his closest friends, and made it impossible for him to ignore how sexy she was and how much he wanted her. The first, of course, was Gabrielle being around, all grown up and taking every chance to show him that she’d grown into a woman who could make jaws drop just as easily as her big sister had always been able to for as long as Harry had known her.
The second major factor, and arguably the bigger one of the two, was that Harry now spoke fluent French.
It had been almost six months since Harry had last seen Fleur in person, and over that time, he’d been taking French lessons with Hermione when they both had free time. They were both very busy, him living the life of an international quidditch star and her as a force whose dedication to changing things for the better would not be denied, even in an environment that actively tried to stifle the influence of muggleborn witches as hard as the British Ministry of Magic did. But once Harry came to Hermione with his idea of learning French in secret so he could surprise Fleur the next time he saw her, his brilliant but scary best friend’s eyes lit up. She’d seized upon a chance to put her study habits and organized, meticulous mind to work.
Like they were back in school, Hermione had drawn up a thorough study plan for him. Unlike in school, Harry hadn’t been lazy and done all he could to get out of studying or applying himself to the best of his ability. With him actually following Hermione’s study plan and working hard to commit the things she taught him to memory, Harry was able to pick up Fleur’s native language surprisingly quickly. He’d intended to surprise her with his new skill once he arrived in France for his week-long visit. Just imagining how broad her smile would be when he started speaking to her in French, which she’d always claimed was a far more beautiful language than English, had Harry eagerly looking forward to surprising her.
Before he could reveal his secret, though, Gabrielle came over, and the Delacour sisters started talking about him in French, revealing things that were deeply embarrassing and personal. He hadn’t known what to do, so he’d done nothing, keeping his secret and trying to ignore all their comments and the plans they made to drive him insane with teasing looks at their flawless bodies. But it had gotten harder to bite his tongue, swallow his secret, and keep his libido in check as Fleur and Gabrielle got more daring in their displays, and more explicit in how they talked about what they wanted to do with him, or what they wanted him to do to them. It had gone too far for him to think that this was still really just teasing, and even if it was, he knew he’d never be able to forget everything the Delacours had shown him, and all the fantasies and desires they’d talked about. He’d always been too afraid that making a move on his unbelievably sexy veela friend would risk changing a friendship that had come to mean so much to him, but that friendship had already been altered forever over the course of the last week. He could hardly treat this like a day at the beach with his good friend and her younger sister when Fleur had just confessed that she wouldn’t stop him if he wanted to fuck her on the beach.
“Is that what you want, Fleur?” Harry asked, speaking to his friend in her native language for the first time. “You want me to come over to your towel and fuck you?”
It took a few seconds for Fleur's mind to realize that Harry had just spoken in French and what that meant. During that period of confusion, Harry slid his hands up Gabrielle's inner thighs again, but this time he heeded the confession she'd made to Fleur and moved his fingers higher and further in, coming just short of touching her sex through the thin strip of bathing suit that covered it. She stiffened and gasped, maybe because she'd realized he'd spoken in French, maybe because she could feel how close he was to touching her intimately, or perhaps it was both. Either way, a loud exhale from Fleur suggested that she'd pieced things together on her end. While still touching Gabi's inner thighs, he looked over at Fleur. She was sitting up straight on her towel now, and looking over at him with eyes widened and mouth hanging open.
“You speak French?” Fleur whispered, stunned.
“Fluently, yes,” Harry said, rubbing Gabi’s inner thighs in slow circles. “I decided I wanted to learn after you visited me in London before the new year and complained about how ugly English is. Hermione taught me. I was going to surprise you this week.” Harry snorted and shrugged his shoulders while still rubbing Gabrielle’s thighs, getting so close that his fingertips brushed the bottom of the material of her bathing suit. “I guess I wound up surprising you even more than I planned, though. You and Gabrielle both.”
“You understood what we were saying all week?” Gabrielle asked, her words coming out in a jumble. She was still on her belly on the towel, but she'd lifted her head to try to look back at him. To Harry's ear, it sounded like she was torn between embarrassment and excitement.
“Every word,” Harry confirmed. “I know all about you trying to make me see that you’re all grown up now.” He brushed his index finger across the strip of suit covering her sex, making her groan. “Trust me, I noticed. I know what a sexy woman you’ve become, Gabrielle, and I’ll never be able to forget it. You saw to that.” He applied a slight bit of pressure with his finger against her pussy, and the young veela groaned. It was not a sound of dismay, and the lust he could see on her blushing face confirmed it. She might be embarrassed to know that Harry had understood every word she'd said about him in French over the last week, and that he was well aware of the plan she and her sister had come up with, but her excitement at getting him to see her as a woman outweighed all of that easily.
Harry moved his hands away from Gabrielle's thighs, but she didn't complain much when he put them on her butt and started massaging her cheeks instead. The suit covered effectively nothing other than her crack and anus, so his hands were all over her bare, smooth, heart-shaped buttocks, massaging them as he looked over at Fleur.
“All these years, I thought you just enjoyed teasing me because I was your friend, and you could trust me not to try and jump you,” he said to Fleur. She was still sitting on her towel and watching as he rubbed and squeezed her sister’s bare butt, but she did not appear to be upset or repulsed by what she was watching. Fleur looked fascinated. “Your friendship meant too much to me to risk it, no matter how much you teased me, and how fucking sexy you are. But you’d better decide really fast where you want this to go and what you want from me. Because after watching you and your sister parade around in one skimpy outfit after another for the last week, and listening to you talk about all the things you wanted me to do to you both, I really will fuck you both right here on the beach if you don’t tell me no.”
Fleur didn’t speak at first, and Gabrielle said nothing. But with the younger of the two sisters sighing and relaxing on the towel while he continued to knead her buttcheeks with his hands, and her big sister licking her lips and moving her hands around to untie her green bikini top, Harry didn’t think he would need to hear another word from either of them to know how they felt about making their fantasies come true right there on the beach. There were some things that transcended every single language known to man, and the arousal and anticipation in Fleur’s eyes definitely was one.
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Even though both Fleur and Gabrielle had worn suits that drew plenty of attention and got more than one man in trouble with his girlfriend when his eyes lingered too long or one or both of the blonde veela, not a soul looked in their direction now. It was only Harry’s magic that made it possible, because without the privacy ward he’d put up around the section of the beach they’d spread their towels out on, people would have been crowding around to try and get the best look they could at the pair of stunning veela whose swimsuits were now balled up and sitting in the bag with the rest of the things they’d brought with them.
With the privacy charm protecting them and preventing anyone else from seeing them or hearing them, Fleur could whip off her bikini and spread out on her beach towel, and Harry could hold her legs apart with his hands and make himself comfortable on his belly. He could devote himself fully to going down on her, licking her with all the repressed attraction he'd carried with him for years fueling him, and not have to care about anything around them. Fleur could moan and cry out as shamelessly as she wanted, and not a single head so much as glanced in the direction of the sound. And Gabrielle, just as naked and exposed as her sister, could spread her legs on the other towel and masturbate openly while watching them, and no one else would think anything of it. Only Harry and Fleur could hear Gabrielle's gasps and groans as she played with herself, and Harry doubted Fleur was even aware of what her sister was doing or what sounds she was making. Harry was definitely aware of them. Gabi's gasps and groans of arousal sounded sexy as fuck, and he could even hear her fingers pumping in and out of her pussy. At any other time, he would have been drawn to those sounds like a sailor was drawn to a siren's call. But there was not a sight, sound, promise, or threat in the world that could have gotten him to pull his head out from between Fleur Delacour's thighs before the job was done. He'd been waiting, wishing, and fantasizing about doing this for far too long to waste such a golden opportunity.
He’d had plenty of time to think about what it would be like to go down on Fleur, and now that he was actually doing it, he was determined to make it worth the wait and the anticipation for both of them. It wasn't like Harry had never gone down on a woman before, so he did have a solid idea of how to go about it, especially the first time he was giving oral to a new partner. But his tongue seemed to be able to find all of Fleur's weak points and lick her in just the right fashion without any need for trial and error or instruction from her. It was like he'd spent so long thinking about doing this that his tongue had a mind of its own. That, or his mouth and her pussy were simply a perfect match for one another.
Whatever the underlying factor, Harry didn’t have to practice the different oral techniques he’d learned or wonder about how he was meant to use his fingers on her. The slow, firm licks up and down her pussy came to him naturally, and Fleur’s moans and her hands in his hair made it abundantly clear that this was the perfect way for him to begin.
“Mmm, yes, yes, Harry!” Fleur pulled on Harry’s hair and squirmed on her towel as his slow, flat licks hit their mark. “Magnificent! Your tongue is magnificent, just as I knew it would be! Ooh, we should have done this years ago!”
Hearing Fleur sing his praises in French made Harry feel powerful and skilled in ways he'd never felt during sex before. It wasn't as if his previous lovers had been disappointed in him, especially once he'd done it a few times and gotten the hang of what to do and how to control himself. But being able to make a woman like Fleur Delacour moan, grab his hair, and praise him so avidly made him feel like a sex god. She was fucking perfect, in every way, right down to her beautiful pussy and her arousal that tasted so good on his tongue as he licked it up. And he, Harry, was responsible for making her moan and writhe on her beach towel like this. It was a heady feeling, and one he hoped he never lost, no matter how many times he got to eat his gorgeous fellow former Triwizard champion in the future.
Harry hadn’t needed any help getting to those firm licks that made Fleur moan and tug his hair with such appreciation, and he didn’t need to guess at when she was ready for more, or how he should try to go about it. The progression came naturally to him, and he acted without needing to think about it. There was no hesitation as he puckered his lips and gently suckled her clit, nor did he pause indecisively as he penetrated her pussy with his index and middle fingers. His confidence in his sexual skill had never been higher, and that confidence soared once he heard, saw, and felt her reaction to his mouth suckling her clit and his fingers curling to stroke her inner walls, finding her G-spot effortlessly.
“Yes!” Fleur shouted. “Fuck, yes, yes, yes, yes!” Her hands raked at his hair like she was on a mission to make it stick up more than it ever had before. He knew that she wasn’t doing it intentionally, though. She wasn’t thinking about what she was doing, how she looked and sounded, or whether or not anyone else on the beach could hear her. If Harry’s spell had failed and someone other than Gabrielle had been able to see and hear them, he highly doubted that it would have stopped Fleur or made her attempt to quiet her cries of ecstasy. Harry had never heard a woman’s orgasmic scream ring out as loudly as his flawless veela friend’s did now, and he’d never seen one arch her ass as high up as Fleur now did, either. He’d also never felt a woman squirt so hard as Fleur did there on the towel while arching her butt in the air and tugging on his hair. Harry sucked as much of it up as he could, but Fleur came too hard and for too long for him to achieve complete success.
After Fleur’s screams quieted and her butt settled back down on the towel, she let go of his hair and closed her eyes. Harry pulled his head back from between her thighs and sat back on his knees, deciding to give her a chance to catch her breath. A quiet slurping sound to his left drew his attention, and he turned his head to see Gabrielle licking and sucking fluid off her fingers. When he realized that she'd fingered herself to an orgasm while watching him eat Fleur out, and this was her swallowing the evidence, his cock throbbed in his swimming trunks. He licked his lips, finding that after getting his first, long-awaited taste of Fleur, he wanted to sample the younger Delacour now and see if that sweet taste ran in the family. His eyes flicked up toward Fleur's face, unsure if she would be upset if he went over to the other towel and licked her sister before giving her the shag they'd both apparently fantasized about for years. Fleur's eyes did not open, but she smiled anyway, like she could sense his gaze and read his thoughts.
“Go ahead, Harry,” Fleur said. “That was wonderful; so wonderful that I need some more time to recover before we finally have our first time together. After waiting so long, I think we owe it to ourselves to make sure our first sex is as amazing as it deserves to be. Besides, I am not the only one who has been waiting years to experience this with you.”
Harry looked at the other towel again and saw Gabrielle sitting there facing him, biting her lower lip and palming one pert breast. Yes, Fleur had a point. Gabi had wanted him for years. Really, she'd wanted him far longer than even Fleur had, though until recently, she'd been too young for it to be anything more than a one-sided crush.
Not now, though. Gabrielle wasn’t a girl anymore. She was a woman; she was a 20-year-old veela every bit as stunning as her big sister, and she was staring at Harry with eyes wide and full of desperate hope as he rose from Fleur’s towel and crossed over to hers.
Harry might have awoken to his desire for the all-grown-up Gabrielle only recently, and thus hadn’t wanted her nearly as long as she’d wanted him, or he and Fleur had wanted each other. But after this last week staying at Fleur’s and having both Delacours tease him at every opportunity, he was more than ready to give Gabrielle everything she’d dreamed about, and then some.
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Harry, still riding the confident high that he’d hit while going down on Fleur, took things a step further with Gabrielle, lifting her into a new sexual position he’d never tried before, one that would let her help him feel pleasure at the same time that he took care of her.
He'd sixty-nined with more than one previous lover, eating her out while she simultaneously sucked him off. But this was the first time he'd ever attempted mutual oral pleasure while standing up straight and holding his lover off the ground. Even with how slender Gabrielle was, he doubted he would have thought to try this without the confidence boost he'd gotten from making Fleur scream in pleasure. He was glad he'd continued to let instinct guide him, though, because it was working out brilliantly so far.
His feet were planted on Gabrielle’s beach towel, and he had one arm wrapped around her back to hold her up and support her weight. His other hand, meanwhile, grabbed a handful of her round ass while he went to town between her legs. His head turned from side to side as he ran his tongue against her and tasted the 20-year-old veela’s essence. She was just as needy and just as aroused as Fleur had been, and his tongue greedily lapped up all that it could.
Even while being held in the air upside down and receiving a concentrated licking, Gabrielle did her best to return the favor by taking his cock between her lips and treating him to his first blowjob from a veela. He didn't know if Gabrielle was a virgin or whether she'd ever used her mouth to get a lover off. He hadn't asked, and she hadn't volunteered the information. She certainly sucked his cock with smoother bobs and firmer sucks than he would generally expect from a woman who'd never done this before, especially with him holding her upside down like this and eating her out at the same time. But that alone wasn't enough to be sure, given her heritage. Reliable written information was hard to come by, but listening to Fleur speak about veela before, he'd gotten the impression that their race was inherently skilled at certain things involving sexual desirability and performance. Gabrielle was sucking his cock like it was second nature to her, even in her awkward position and while he was eating her out at the same time. But if the things Fleur said and hinted at were true, it was entirely possible that his was the first dick she'd ever sucked, and a performance like this was simply in her nature. If this were the case, Harry already couldn't wait to see what else she and Fleur were capable of.
There were likely going to be plenty of chances for Harry to learn more about veela sex traits in the future, assuming that this trip to the beach was merely the beginning for him and the Delacour sisters as they satisfied all the desire and longing that had built up for all three of them. For now, Harry would focus on the present and put his all into making his first time going down on Gabrielle as memorable for her as it was for him. He didn’t care very much about what Gabrielle’s sexual history was, if she had any to speak of. Whatever she had or had not done before today, Harry was going to blow her mind and give her so much pleasure that no one else would ever be able to match it, past, present, or future.
That was probably a bold and rather arrogant way of thinking, but Harry’s confidence had not dipped even slightly on the heels of making Fleur cum with his mouth. How Gabrielle responded to his licking did not give him any reason to start doubting himself, either. She might be performing very well and giving him an incredible blowjob, swallowing his cock at a steady pace that more than one of his previous lovers would have struggled to match even if they weren’t hanging upside down, but it was still easy for Harry to tell how much Gabrielle was enjoying his licking. One of her arms was wrapped around his waist, and her fingers stroked his back and gripped his skin while he went down on her. The other hand pressed against his leg just above his knee, and he could feel her fingers pinch him when he did something she really liked, such as when he started pressing his tongue against her clit.
Gabrielle’s hands told him plenty about how he was making her feel, but there were even more telling signs. Her legs would sometimes squeeze in and press against the side of his face when she was feeling great, but the most obvious sign of all was how she moaned around his cock. Not being able to moan freely like Fleur had did not keep Gabi quiet in any way. The louder she moaned, the more Harry could feel the vibration against his cock. It might have become Harry’s new favorite way that a lover had ever expressed their pleasure, above even Fleur’s screaming, hair-pulling, and squirting from minutes earlier.
The younger Delacour’s sweet spot was not identical to Fleur’s, but Harry did not have any trouble figuring her out, either. He’d moved his tongue and lips in more of a spiral around her pussy, rather than the flat vertical licks he’d taken while eating out Fleur. And when it was time to finish her off, his instincts and Gabrielle’s moans kept him away from suckling her clit, and guided him to swirl his tongue against it instead. He was not surprised when that clit licking made Gabrielle squeal around his cock, giving him the strongest vibrations yet as her legs squished against his head and she came hard all over his face.
Harry had been riding a massive wave of confidence all day, and it reached still greater heights as he stood there on Gabrielle’s beach towel and held her in his arms while she squealed around his dick and trembled with orgasmic pleasure. He thought nothing of tightening his grip on her body and firing his cum in her mouth. Gabrielle moaned some more and swallowed his cum to the best of her ability. Despite her willingness to swallow, and even with how hard her throat was working, the position she was in, plus the sheer volume of cum that flooded her mouth, meant that plenty of it wound up spilling out of her and dripping onto her beach towel beneath her.
With how hard he’d just cum, Harry probably should have needed at least a minute or two to catch his breath and come down from this high before he even thought about doing anything more. But even before he pulled his dick out of Gabrielle’s mouth and put her back down, he could already feel his arousal stirring once again. It was hard for him not to feel ready to immediately return to action when Fleur was sitting up on her beach towel and watching them closely, clearly waiting impatiently for him to return to her.
He’d been fantasizing about fucking his beautiful friend for years now, and his body seemed to feel that they’d both waited too long.
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“Look at me, Harry," Fleur whispered, staring down at Harry while she rocked her hips back and forth, continuing to establish her sensual ride on the towel. Earlier, she'd mentioned her willingness to let him fuck her on the sand, but watching him in his standing 69 with Gabrielle had changed Fleur's perspective somewhat. Seeing Gabi suck him off and swallow his cum, or at least part of it, made Fleur decide that she needed to flash some skill of her own and show Harry what she could do. Harry hadn't objected because who the hell would object to lying down on the towel and letting a woman as gorgeous as Fleur straddle them and ride their cock? "Look at me, and never stop looking at me! You no longer have to look away politely or hide how much my beauty arouses you. You can stare as much as you like now. So watch me. Watch me as I ride you as you have never been ridden before!"
If Fleur wanted him to sit back and stare at her, he had no problem doing as she bade him. She was a beautiful woman, as anyone with functioning eyes would admit if they were being honest. That beauty had inspired jealousy from more than a few women over the years, but Harry knew that would pale in comparison to the burning, seething jealousy that damn near every man in the world would feel toward him if they knew what a spectacular view he was enjoying at that very moment.
It was a pleasant day on the beach, but the sky and the sea could not compare to the breathtaking sight of Fleur Delacour's naked body gyrating on top of him as she rode his cock. He'd admired her often over their years of friendship, but now he could appreciate her in full. Fleur, as always, reveled in the attention he paid her, and seeing his hungry stare compelled her to do even more for him. She swiveled her hips in circles for a bit and leaned back to rest her hands on his ankles while grinding, offering him a different angle from which to watch her body. It was impossible for her not to command attention from every angle, so Harry happily let her show them all off to him while she switched between different speeds and hip motions and leaned her body forward or back.
The view could not be beat, and neither could the feeling of being inside her. There had never been a tighter fit, and no woman had ever brought him so much pleasure with even the slowest rock and the slightest swivel of her hips. This, too, was a point of pride for a veela. Fleur knew how it felt for him. She knew the effect her ride had on him, and her grin as she rode him and watched him closely spoke to how much she enjoyed holding this power over him.
“Even better than you dreamed about, yes?” Fleur said, though it definitely wasn’t a question. She was certain that her pussy felt better for him than anything he’d ever felt before, and she had every right to feel that confidence. “This is why men are drawn to us, you know. It isn’t just about your eyes appreciating our physical attractiveness. On a deeper level, your brain instinctively understands that you will find no better lover than a veela, should you be lucky enough to win one’s affection.” Fleur threw her silvery-blonde hair back over her shoulder and laughed before grinding harder against him. “And you, Harry, were lucky enough to win the affection and desire of not just one veela, but two. You are a very lucky man, don’t you think?”
“I am,” Harry readily agreed, responding in French. “I’m the luckiest bastard in the world.” Fleur’s eyes lit up, and though the sight of her gyrating body was too heavenly for him to look anywhere else, Harry could hear a soft giggle from the other towel where Gabrielle was currently lying after using her magic to clean up the mess they’d made.
“It is good that you realize it, and are not too proud to admit it,” Fleur said. Her hands moved to Harry’s shoulders. “But I am not too proud to admit that I am lucky, too. And I know Gabrielle would say the same.”
“Of course I would!” Gabrielle said, laughing. “I have wanted to be Harry’s for years! This has already been a dream come true for me.”
“You are not the only one, sister,” Fleur said, grinning down at Harry. “It wounded my pride, you know. The divorce, I mean. But you helped me find it again, Harry, and not just by being a good friend. When I saw how I could make even your will waver, I knew that I was as desirable as I had ever been, even if my marriage did not work.” She raised her hips slowly and dropped back down, not stopping her smooth descent until his dick was fully sheathed inside her, and her ass met his thighs. Harry groaned and grabbed Fleur’s hips, and she grinned at him from ear to ear, reveling in the sound he made as much as in the pleasure she felt from taking his cock. “Thank you, Harry. Let me show you how happy I am to have you here with me.”
Fleur’s first bounce was merely a hint of what she truly had planned, because when she next rose her hips, she dropped back down onto his cock with such swiftness that Harry’s breath hitched in his throat, and his hands clutched at her side like he needed something to hold onto. She gave him a knowing smile, lifted back up, and repeated the motion, bouncing quickly on his cock. Now, Harry was getting a fuller appreciation for what sex with a veela could feel like. The pleasure had already been massive when she was rocking and grinding at a slower pace, but with Fleur bouncing on his cock in earnest, it felt so good that it was almost too much for him to keep up with. Harry realized now that it was going to take everything that he had to keep up with and satisfy one veela, let alone two. He doubted Fleur was looking at this as a test of any sort, but Harry took it as one, and he wasn’t going to allow himself to fail. No matter what it took, he was going to last long enough through Fleur’s ride that she got to cum right along with him.
That resolution was significantly easier to make than it was to honor, and Fleur’s rapid bounces tested his resolve early and often. But Harry could see the pleasure in her eyes as well, and hear it in her happy grunts and moans throughout her eager bounces. He definitely wasn’t the only one enjoying this ride. Now he just needed to make sure that Fleur got to see the end of that ride with him.
Harry was realizing that simply lying flat on his back and trying to endure Fleur’s bounces was not going to be enough. If he was going to make this happen, he needed to be proactive about it. With that thought in mind, he lifted his left hand off her side and brought it up toward her chest. Fleur smiled, caught his hand, and guided it to her breast. Harry squeezed her bouncing breast and rolled his thumb around her nipple, making her moan. That wasn't a bad addition, but it was his other hand that was really going to make a difference.
He had never done what he was about to try, nor had he heard or read about anyone else doing it. For all he knew, it could have failed miserably. But much like when using his mouth on Fleur and then Gabrielle, he didn't hesitate to act. He brought his right hand between her legs, turned it to the side, and pressed his hand against her pelvis. It would have been awkward to try to maintain any consistent rhythm of rubbing while Fleur was bouncing on him so quickly, but Harry didn't need sustained contact. All he needed was a moment, and during that moment where his index finger pressed against her clit, Harry followed his instincts and called on his magic to flow through his finger. He'd dabbled in a bit of wandless magic, but never anything like this.
Though it had been risky to attempt what was, as far as he knew, an unprecedented usage of magic power for sexual stimulation, Harry’s risk paid off in spades. After just a second of trying to give her clit a literal magic touch, Harry watched Fleur’s eyes shoot wide and heard a shocked, shaky gasp slip out of her mouth. She dropped back down onto his cock once more, but even before she’d finished descending, she was already screaming even more loudly than she had earlier while cumming with his head between her legs. Harry had studied French in order to understand her in her native language, but he had no need of a second language this time. He didn’t even need his first language, because Fleur did not shout anything coherent. It was a pure, unfiltered scream of passion and release that accompanied Fleur’s massive orgasm.
Harry grunted and hissed, feeling her pussy muscles gripping him tightly as soon as her butt came to rest on his legs. Her body was physically demanding his seed, and it was going to get it. His hands flew to her ass and held on tight as her pussy milked his orgasm out of him, wringing every last drop out of him. Harry’s hips bucked and his ass flexed on the towel beneath her, his body straining to empty his balls inside of the veela whom he'd fantasized about for years and was finally his to fuck and seed. He had definitely never cum as much in his life as he came now inside of Fleur, and since this had been by far the best sex of his life, that was only fitting.
He closed his eyes after his cum finally ran out, leaving him feeling winded and empty. But a single whimper from his left reminded him that he couldn’t keep his eyes closed for too long. As winded as he felt and as empty as his balls might be, there was still another gorgeous naked veela waiting for her first time with him, and he wasn’t going to disappoint her.
Gabrielle had been dreaming of this day longer than any of them, and Harry owed it to the all-grown-up veela to make more of her dreams come true.
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Gabrielle wasn't interested in showing what she could do during her first time with him, and she didn’t care about going fast, either. When he came over to her and started kissing her, she revealed her desires to him and asked for the kind of first time with him that she’d always wanted. She wasn’t bouncing on him and doing her best to impress him, and she wasn’t encouraging him to push her down on the towel and fuck her hard. Gabrielle wanted to be held, she wanted to be cherished, and she wanted him to make love to her. She wanted to feel like she was something precious to him.
Harry was happy to oblige, and not just because the slow pace made it easier for him to recover from the intensity of his orgasm with Fleur. Holding adorable Gabi in his arms and kissing her brought serious passion to their lewd encounter on the beach, and he could feel how much she’d yearned for him in the minutes they spent kissing and touching each other before they even went down onto the towel and situated themselves for sex. By the time they moved into a spooning position, his body and libido had both bounced back fully, and he was fully aroused and prepared to penetrate her from behind.
He was confident now that, if she had any level of sexual experience before today, it had never included actual penetration. She hadn’t said it in specific terms, but it was more in how she described what she was feeling as he slowly pushed deeper inside her and settled into a gradual rocking tempo of pushing in and pulling back. Gabrielle kept whispering about how lovely it was and how full she felt, and with Harry understanding French, he heard every whispered exclamation from his younger lover while he held her and made love to her. She repeatedly marveled over the sensations, and he did not believe she was so blown away just because it was him. She exclaimed over even what seemed mundane and insignificant to him, and he figured it was because this was the first time she’d ever had sex with anyone, not just him. If he was reading things correctly, she hadn’t just fantasized about him since he’d pulled her out of the lake so long ago. She’d also saved herself for him, waiting for him to notice that she’d grown up and become a beautiful woman.
Maybe he hadn’t noticed right away, but he certainly knew it now, and would never be able to forget it. Putting his arms around Gabrielle and holding her close just felt right, and sliding his dick back and forth within her felt equally right. He was glad that the Delacours didn’t have a problem sharing him and didn’t view this as a competition where he would have to pick one over the other, because he didn’t see how he would ever be able to give up anything that felt as perfect as spooning with Gabrielle, feeling her tight sex welcoming him and showering him with pleasure on every rock of his hips, and listening to her sighs and moans of contentment.
“It feels so wonderful, Harry,” Gabrielle sighed. “Perfect. You’re perfect. Thank you so much for accepting me.” Harry couldn’t hold back a snort, and Gabrielle stiffened in his arms. He hurried to explain before she could misunderstand and become offended.
“Thank YOU, Gabrielle,” he said. He paused his rocking briefly so he could speak clearly into her ear. “I honestly don’t think that what I did during the Second Task was anything special. But if it meant so much to you that it was what first caused you to look at me, I’d dive into that freezing lake a thousand times just to keep impressing you.” He planted a quick kiss behind her ear, and Gabrielle sighed. “You’re right about one thing, though. It does feel wonderful. You feel wonderful.” Harry brought a hand up from her belly to palm her breast and give it a gentle squeeze. “You’re the one who’s perfect, Gabrielle. Thank you for waiting for me to finally pull my head out of my arse and appreciate you for the woman you’ve become.” Gabrielle laughed lightly.
“You’re welcome,” she said. “As long as you promise to keep appreciating me and loving me, we can call it even.”
“Count on it,” he said. He gave his hips a thrust, still moving slowly but pushing deeper into her than he had at any point so far. “Now that I’ve finally got you in my arms, I don’t plan on letting go.”
Gabrielle moaned like she liked the sound of that very much, but her moan turned into a grunt halfway through as he gave her another deeper thrust. He still was not fucking her hard or showing any urgency in how he moved his hips, but the simple deep push was still enough to make Gabrielle sing and squirm in his arms. She wasn't squirming to try to get away from him, though. She squirmed like she was on the cusp of something amazing, and wanted to make sure she was set up just right to get it.
Harry didn't speed up because he didn't think that force or speed was the key to satisfying Gabrielle. Instead, he focused on shifting his hips and trying to hit the perfect angle inside her. He'd mostly been focused on embracing her and making her feel comfortable up until now, but once he started placing a higher priority on her pleasure, it only took a couple of tries for him to find the perfect rock that allowed his cock to brush against her G-spot. Hearing her groan and feeling the way she leaned into him, he knew he'd found the proper formula.
Still, he didn’t act hastily or try to rush them to the end. Even if Gabrielle had waited so long for him to notice her, appreciate her, and desire her, he wasn’t going to veer away from the slow, steady, deliberate pace that they’d set together before they even went down to spoon and make love on the towel. It didn’t matter to him that the sun was beginning to set and the beach was emptying. This pleasure and this moment would not be rushed, not after Gabrielle had been so patient with him. If she was patient just a little while longer, he was sure she was going to agree that it was worth the wait.
Gabrielle's pussy felt every bit as tight and just as incredible as Fleur's had, but Harry did not succumb to that welcoming tightness and hammer away mindlessly. He stuck to his pace and kept rocking deliberately, now angling his hips to stimulate her G-spot with every stroke. Her moans and gasps told him how well that was working, but Harry decided to add to it. He stroked along her inner thigh with his fingers and used his other hand to lightly play with her breast. Harry knew that he wasn't going to need to speed up his thrusts, grab her nipple, or stimulate her clit to get her off. Gabrielle was going to get there if he just stuck to this gentle pace and these careful thrusts. For several minutes, he slid in slow and deep, enjoying the warmth and tightness of making love to Gabrielle on the beach while the sun slowly set above them. He kept it up until he felt Gabrielle's butt begin to wiggle against him, and her hand squeezed his wrist amid her increasingly louder moans. She was clearly about to ride her wave of pleasure, and Harry knew just the thing to accompany her pleasure and put it over the top.
“Perfect, Gabrielle,” he whispered into her ear. “You’re perfect. And no matter how you feel about it, I know I really am the luckiest bastard in the world to have a woman like you in my arms.”
Gabrielle shook and came in his arms, throwing her head back and unknowingly brushing her long, silvery-blonde hair across his face as she came. Harry might have marveled at how soft and silky her hair felt against his skin if he hadn't had more important things on his mind, mainly how sexy Gabrielle sounded as she came, and how tightly she squeezed around him at the same time. Just like when he'd made Fleur cum, her muscles gripped his cock tightly and demanded all of his cum. Also just like with Fleur, Harry gave it all to her. Though the sex itself had been slow, soft, and sweet, his orgasm was every bit as intense as it had been at the end of Fleur's ride. He was surprised at how much seed still rushed out to fill Gabrielle's sex, even after the Delacours had already made him cum twice during their beach trip. But he was glad his body managed to surprise even him, because Gabrielle deserved no less from him than her sister did. They both deserved all that he had to give.
“I am very glad that you learned French, Harry,” Fleur whispered from behind him. Harry chuckled against Gabrielle's neck and shivered as he felt Fleur's lips press against his shoulder.
“So am I,” he replied. “But I’m even happier that I kept it a secret from you. If I hadn’t, and you and Gabrielle hadn’t felt comfortable talking about me so openly, this beach day might not have been nearly as exciting as it turned out to be.”
“We will really need to find a way to thank Hermione for helping you learn,” Gabrielle mumbled. She was holding onto his wrists with both hands, and he had a feeling that if he tried to stop hugging her any time soon, he would have a fight on his hands. That did not matter. He would happily hold her all night if that was what she wanted, at least until Fleur demanded some attention too.
“Yes, we will,” Fleur agreed. She hummed in consideration while planting more kisses across Harry’s shoulders and upper back. “Do you think she would appreciate being invited along the next time we all come to the beach together?”