Harry waited outside of the Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop. He wore muggle attire, black silk slacks and a white dress shirt. It was tidy and tasteful. He held back a smile as he watched Rita approached. Her face screwed up in confusion as she looked at the building behind him. She had indeed dressed to impress. Rita wore a shimmering dark green dress that wrapped around her. It looked like it was held on with a single red ruby button.
"I have a table reserved." Harry bowed as she approached.
"How…nice." Rita tried to keep a pleasant expression on her face.
Harry laughed. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help it."
Harry led her along the street to a nicer residential area. She slapped his shoulder playfully.
"That was not funny." She tried to scold him.
He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. She shivered as his breath tickled her neck.
"I will make it up to you." Harry whispered. "You look lovely."
"Thank you." Rita blushed. "You look rather dashing. I'm not usually a fan of muggle clothing."
"Really?" Harry asked. "I find it much more comfortable."
The two walked in companionable silence as he led her to three story building. It was a mixture of Victorian architecture with wizard aesthetics.
"This doesn't look like a restaurant." Rita paused at the door.
"It's not." Harry opened it and motioned for her to enter. "My godfather and I own this building. The bottom floor is split into a study, a dining area, and a kitchen. We each have a floor for living quarters."
Harry led her into the kitchen. It was stocked with professional grade equipment, including stainless steel countertops. A table set for two rested in the center of the closest wall.
"My house elf is a wonderful cook." Harry pulled out a seat for her. "But I wanted something more intimate."
Harry pushed her chair in before moving over to a cabinet. He pulled out two covered plates.
"I cheated a little and cooked this earlier today." Harry placed one in front of her.
He removed the cover, letting a wave of steam rise from the food. Rita looked down at the artfully arranged food.
"I apologize for the lack of wine." Harry sighed. "I know nothing about it and didn't know what would go well with the dish."
"You made this?" She asked.
Harry nodded. He took his seat across from her.
"When you invited me for dinner, I thought you were trying to get me into bed." Rita looked at him like he was on the plate.
"I am." Harry returned her gaze. "I'd be a poor host if I didn't offer you something to eat first."
"So confident?" She asked.
Harry gave her a roguish grin. "You'll find out soon enough."
They ate in silence. Shooting each other smoldering looks between bites. Once he had finished, Harry placed his silverware on his plate. He carefully cleaned his face off just in case. Rita's eyes never left his. She placed her napkin on the table.
He stood, crossed the space between, and offered her his hand. Harry pulled her into a searing kiss. His tongue pressed into her mouth. She moaned as she began to kiss him back. He led her upstairs to his floor. Rita was vaguely aware of a door opening and closing.
Rita found herself pressed against the door. Harry's dexterous fingers undid the gem on her dress. The shimmering green clothe fell to the floor in a spiral and exposing her naked form. He paused for a moment to take in her glorious body. Her breasts were bigger than he expected, with only a slight bit of sag. Rita's hips gave her a wonderful hourglass shape that just begged for him to grip them.
One of his hands gripped her hip while the other found her breast. He caressed her nipple with the pad of this thumb, before rolling it between his fingers. She moaned and leaned into his hand. Rita gasped as she felt his teeth trail across her nipple. Harry grinned. His gently bit her nipples, alternating from one to the other. Slowly pulling them as he withdrew his mouth.
She reached down guiding him to her lower lips. He pushed into her, stretching her tunnel in a wonderous way. He bit down on her shoulder. The contact sent her over the edge. Her body shook against him. Harry began to piston into her faster. Rita moaned, leaning her head back. She lost herself, riding the waves of pleasure. She leaned forward, burying her face in his shoulder.
"Bed." She moaned between thrusts.
They both groaned as he pulled out of her. Harry picked her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to his bed. He yelped as she managed to get him onto his back. She straddled him, capturing his shaft between her lower lips. Her arousal allowed her to glide along his length with ease. She cooed and ground into him each time the head of his cock brushed her clit.
Rita reached between them, angling his member as she rocked forward. They both moaned as his cock slipped into her. The two of them stayed like that for a moment, savoring the feeling. She placed a series of quick kissed along his jaw and down his neck. He groaned as he felt her teeth against his skin.
She pounded down into him, her hips moving as fast as she could. Harry thrust up to meet each downward motion. Rita leaned back; her eyes closed tight as her cunt fluttered around him.
"Cumming. Oh, fuck. I'm cumming." She screamed.
Harry couldn't control himself anymore. He thrust into her as hard and fast as he could. She pulled him into a kiss, sending him over the edge. Harry gripped her hips, grinding her down on him, reaching the deepest he could as he erupted. She started shaking as pulse after pulse began to fill her.
Rita rested atop in. Enjoying the sensation of being filled with his cum. Her eyes drifted closed as she felt her entire body relax. She looked at him with fuck-drunk eyes and shivered. His hands guided her into onto her hands and knees.
Harry grabbed ahold of her hips. He thrust forward as he pulled her back. Rita babbled as he began to fuck her again. Harry hammered into her. She lost herself, riding the waves of pleasure. Her body shuddered with a string of small orgasms.
She bucked under him, turning her face back to the bed to muffle her voice. Harry continued on, taking his time to savor her. Much too soon he felt his himself getting close. He sped up, slamming himself into her. She babbled nonsense as he continued on. He pulled her hips back to meet him with each thrust. Harry held her tight against him as he filled her with his cum.
They collapsed on the bed, Harry laying atop of Rita. His cock slowly started to deflate inside her. After a moment it slipped out, followed by a stream of cum. Harry rolled off of her, resting on his side facing Rita. She reached over and ran a hand through his hair.
"Worth the wait?" Harry asked with a smile.
"Ask me in the morning." Rita turned around, wiggling her bum to signal she was ready for spooning.
"Gladly." Harry slid closer to her, wrapping an arm around her stomach, and pulling her closer.