Satisfying Fleur - Chapter 02

Tasting Harry

Moonlight bathed the beach in silver, the distant music from the resort fading into the rhythm of waves. Harry's mind raced as he led Fleur toward the shadow of the cliffs, his fingers still wrapped around her wrist. The warmth of her skin reminded him of the dangerous line he was walking.

He stopped when they reached a spot hidden from view, sheltered by a natural alcove in the cliff face. Harry released her hand and stepped back, creating space between them that did nothing to ease the tension crackling in the air.

"This isn't right, Fleur," he said, his voice hoarse with conflict. His emerald eyes pierced through the shadows. "Bill's not just a friend—he's like family. The Weasleys took me in when I had no one."

Fleur stood before him, silver-blonde hair shimmering in the moonlight, her silk robe clinging to her curves as the sea breeze pressed the thin fabric against her body. Her ethereal beauty made his throat tighten.

"I understand you're frustrated," he continued, rubbing a hand over his stubbled jaw. "But this isn't the solution. I can't betray him. I'm sorry."

He turned away, intending to walk back to the resort, to put distance between himself and temptation. His steps were heavy but determined, sand shifting beneath his shoes.

"Wait," Fleur called, her voice thick with emotion. When he didn't stop, she leapt forward and dropped to her knees, her blue eyes reflecting the moonlight as she looked up at him.

Harry froze, his shoulders tensing under his white dress shirt. "Fleur, don't—"

"You misunderstand me, 'Arry," she interrupted, her voice low and husky. Her robe had fallen open at her collar, revealing the gentle slope of her breasts. "I am not asking for love or commitment. Just relief. One night." Her hands reached for his wrist, her touch insistent as she pulled him closer.

"We both know zis is what you want," she continued, her gaze dropping to the visible bulge in his trousers. "And I need zis. Need you. No one will ever know." Her fingers brushed against his thigh, tracing upward. "You can keep me quiet," she added, her voice dropping to a whisper as she leaned forward, "by stuffing zat cock in my mouth."

Harry inhaled sharply, his self-control wavering. The mental image her words conjured sent a rush of heat through his body. His cock hardened further, straining against his trousers with an urgency that was becoming painful.

"This isn't who I am," he protested, even as he made no move to step away from her touch.

Fleur's lips curved into a smile, her teeth catching the moonlight. With deft fingers, she undid his belt, the clink of metal cutting through the quiet night. "Eet is exactly who you are, 'Arry Potter," she replied, her blue eyes never leaving his. "A man who gives people what zey need. And tonight, I need you."

The belt came loose, followed by the button of his trousers, and then the slow, deliberate rasp of his zipper being lowered. Harry's breathing grew ragged, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His hands twitched at his sides, torn between stopping her and encouraging her.

"The wedding..." he tried again, his voice cracking with desire.

"Is over," Fleur finished, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of his boxers, her knuckles dragging tantalizingly against his abs. "And my 'usband could not finish what was started." Her cool fingers wrapped around his shaft, drawing a groan from his throat as she freed his erection.

Harry's cock sprang free—eight inches of thick, veined flesh, glistening with precum. Fleur's eyes widened appreciatively, her tongue wetting her lips. "Mon dieu," she breathed, stroking him from base to tip, unable to fully grasp his girth. "You are...magnifique." A comparison crossed her mind, Bill's modest five inches paling next to Harry's massive cock. The difference was staggering—where Bill was thin and straight, Harry was thick as her wrist and curved to hit spots she'd only dreamed of feeling. "So much bigger zan Bill," she murmured, her voice laced with hunger. "Twice ze size, at least."

All thought of resistance fled as her warm breath ghosted over his sensitive skin, sending shivers up his spine. With a firm grip at the base, manicured nails scraping against the coarse hair there, she guided him toward her parted lips, her eyes locked on his in silent challenge.

Harry's hand moved of its own accord, strong fingers tangling in her hair. The silky strands felt like liquid against his calloused palm. "Fleur," he groaned, her name equal parts warning and plea.

Her only response was to take him into her mouth, plump lips stretching obscenely around his thickness as she enveloped the head of his cock in wet, velvety heat. The sensation was exquisite—her agile tongue swirling with surprising skill around the sensitive ridge, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked with increasing pressure. Her eyes fluttered closed in apparent pleasure.

"Fuck," Harry hissed, his head falling back as pleasure shot up his spine. He wrapped her locks around his fingers, steadying her head as he thrusted deeper into her mouth.

Fleur hummed in response, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through him. One hand still gripped his base, pumping in rhythm with her mouth, slick with saliva that dripped down her chin. The other slid up his thigh to cup and massage his balls through his trouser, her palm hot against him even through the fabric.

Harry looked down, burning the sight into his memory—her angelic face, flushed with desire; the stretch of her lips around his shaft; the intensity in her eyes as she stared up at him through long lashes; the trail of saliva connecting her mouth to his cock. Her robe had slid open, revealing her large, pale breasts that swayed with each movement, their dusty pink nipples hard in the cool night air.

His alpha instincts surged, drowning out his conscience. The hesitation and guilt receded, replaced by raw desire to claim and conquer. He guided her more firmly now, setting a punishing pace, his shaft sliding deeper with each thrust until it nudged the back of her throat.

Fleur's eyes watered, tears spilling down her cheeks. Instead of pulling away, she moaned and forced herself to take him deeper. She relaxed her throat, allowing him to burry himself completely, her nose brushing against the hair at his base as she deep-throated his monstrous length. Her delicate throat bulged with each thrust, her tongue pressed flat against the underside of his shaft. Her braced herself against his thigh, nails digging into hard muscle that flexed with each powerful movement of his hips.

"You look so fucking good like this," Harry growled, his voice rough with lust, his eyes dark with desire. The praise pleased her; her eyes sparkled with triumph as she increased her suction, hollowing her cheeks even further. She pulled back slightly, focusing her attention on the sensitive head. She swirled and flicked her tongue across the slit, tasting the salty precum before taking him to the root again.

The wet sounds of her mouth—slurping, sucking, gagging—filled the night air, mingling with Harry's heavy breathing and deep groans. His hips moved faster, harder, using her mouth with reckless abandon. Sweat beaded on his forehead, dampening his unruly black hair.

His balls tightened, release approaching rapidly. He tried to warn her, but Fleur sensed his impending climax and doubled her efforts, her head bobbing faster, her tongue working the sensitive spot below the head with merciless precision. She reached between his legs, cupping his tightening balls, adding pressure that intensified his pleasure to unbearable heights.

"Fleur, I'm going to—" Harry's warning was cut short as his cock swelled inside her, pulsing violently as he came hard, spilling thick spurts of hot cum down her throat. His fingers tightened in her hair, holding her in place as he rode out his orgasm, his hips jerking uncontrollably with each wave.

Fleur swallowed everything he gave her in greedy gulps. Cum leaked from the corners of her lips despite her efforts, trickling down her chin. Only when the last tremor had passed did she release him, her plump lips gliding along the sensitive shaft with a wet pop. She sat back on her heels with a smirk, wiping her chin with the back of her hand, her eyes holding his as she licked a stray drop from her lip.

"You see?" she said, her voice hoarse but triumphant. "You did not stop me." She rose to her feet, the movement causing her robe to fully open, revealing her naked body—large, teardrop shaped breasts with hardened nipples, flat stomach, neatly trimmed silver-blonde hair between her full thighs, and the glistening evidence of her arousal on her inner thighs.

Harry stared, his cock twitching despite his recent release. The moonlight caressed her skin, highlighting the gentle curves and valleys of her body, the sheen of sweat making her glow.

"I need more, 'Arry," she said, stepping closer until he felt the heat radiating from her body. She rested a hand on his chest, directly above his racing heart. "Zat was just ze beginning."

Harry felt a new hunger awaken, deeper and more insistent. His grabbed her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin silk.

"What about Bill?" he asked, the name a feeble attempt at resistance.

Fleur's expression hardened, frustration darkening her eyes. "Bill 'ad his chance," she replied, her fingers working the buttons on Harry's shirt, revealing his toned chest. "I gave 'im years, 'Arry. Years of trying, of hoping 'e could handle me." Her hands splayed across his exposed chest, fingers tracing his muscles. "But 'e cannot give me what I need. What I deserve."

Her palm slid down his abs, feeling them tense beneath her touch, following the trail of hair that led to his semi-hard cock. "You can. I've known eet since I saw you sitting 'ere, unaffected by my charm." Her fingers circled his girth. "Just once, 'Arry. Just tonight."

Harry's resolve crumbled entirely. The combination of her touch, her words, the vulnerability in her face overwhelmed his reservations. His moved his hands from her waist to her shoulders, pushing the silk robe off until it fell to the sand, leaving her naked before him.

"Alright," he said, his voice a deep rumble. His eyes darkened with renewed desire as they took in her nude form. "But not here." He glanced around at the open beach. "Someone could see us."

Fleur's lips curved into a smile of relief and anticipation. "Zere is a place just beyond zese rocks," she suggested, pointing toward an opening in the cliff face. "Eet is private."

Harry nodded, tucking himself back into his boxers but leaving his trousers unfastened. He picked up her discarded robe, draping it around her shoulders.

"Lead the way," he said, his hand moving to the small of her back, the possessive touch sending a shiver up her spine.