Breaking the Girl
Chapter 4
Harry pressed his lips to the inside of Gabrielle's thigh. Her skin was soft and almost feverish.
He kissed slowly, moving upward along the elegant curve of her leg. Gabby arched her back in
response, and her body trembled. Her hands gripped the edge of the bench, and her head fell
back, exposing the long line of her pale throat. Harry put one arm around her waist to steady
her, and he felt the heat coming off her in waves. He kissed her again, just below the edge of
her panties.
Gabrielle exhaled sharply. She squirmed forward, pushing herself toward him, her thighs
tightening on his shoulders. The cotton of her panties was soaked, and Harry could practically
taste her through the fabric. He nuzzled her and inhaled the sweet, musky scent of her
womanhood. His cock strained against the zipper of his jeans, but he kept his hands on her
thighs, resisting the urge to go too far, too quickly.
Gabby looked down at him, and her eyes were wide. Her pale cheeks were flushed pink. She
reached for his head, digging her fingers into his messy hair, and guided him closer. Harry
pressed his lips to her mound, letting the tip of his tongue flick out against the damp cotton. She
whimpered, and her entire body quivered at the touch. With shaking hands, she pulled the
waistband of her panties down her hips, exposing smooth, hairless skin. Harry helped and
tugged the front down to reveal her pink, glistening slit. Her bare mound was perfect and
unblemished. The delicate lips were slightly parted and glistening wet in the glass-filtered light.
He kissed her mound and lightly sucked on her puffy skin. Harry then dragged his tongue along
the crease between her thigh and her pussy, savoring the taste of her skin. Gabrielle's breathing
grew louder, and her chest heaved under the thin fabric of her shirt. She was desperate for
more, but she didn't beg. She just watched him, her eyes never leaving his, and her lips parted
and trembled. Harry used his thumbs to gently spread her pussy open, revealing the small, pink
folds and the swollen nub of her clit. He traced the outer lip with his tongue, moving with expert
patience.
Gabrielle let out a keening noise and grabbed his head with both hands, clutching at his hair.
Harry slipped his tongue between her folds, slowly exploring her body. He sucked gently at the
fat, hairless lips, and Gabby's hips bucked involuntarily. Her thighs clamped around his ears,
squeezing hard, but Harry didn't mind. He pressed his mouth against her pussy and licked
softly, teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue. Gabrielle gasped, and her beautiful blue eyes
fluttered. She pulled him tighter against her, grinding her pussy into his face.
Harry kept his hands flat against the backs of her thighs, holding her open, and he drove his
tongue deeper. Gabby moaned, and her voice vibrated through the steamy air of the
greenhouse. She looked down at him and cutely bit her bottom lip. Her face pleaded for him to
keep going. Harry flicked his tongue back and forth over her clit, then sucked it between his lips and rolled it gently. Gabrielle's whole body shuddered. She made a strangled noise and covered
her mouth with one trembling hand, terrified that someone might hear. But Harry didn't stop. He
nuzzled her clit with his nose and began a steady rhythm of licking and sucking until Gabby's
legs shook uncontrollably.
He felt a wetness on his chin and knew she was dripping. Harry's own arousal bordered on
painful, but he kept his focus on her. He wanted to give her everything she had been missing.
He pressed his tongue flat against her pussy and dragged it upward. Gabrielle whimpered and
arched her back. She let go of his hair and clutched his shoulders, her nails digging into his
shirt. Harry tongued her slit harder, practically devouring her, until she made a noise so
desperate it sounded like a sob. She was close, and he could sense it.
" 'Arry," she moaned. "Please, yes, do not stop …"
He changed his tactic and sucked her clit again. Gabby's hips jerked, and her legs snapped tight
around his head. He could feel her muscles straining, and her breath came in choked little
pants. Harry looked up and saw her glassy blue eyes staring down at him with open need. He
relentlessly licked her clit in tight circles.
Gabrielle came with a choked cry of pleasure. She slapped a hand over her mouth and twisted
her body, her thighs nearly crushing his head. Harry kept licking as she bucked and throbbed
against his tongue. She whimpered again and then collapsed against his shoulder, trembling.
He eased off and kissed her thighs and mound with slow reverence. Gabby's hands slid from his
hair to his neck, and she stroked his cheek. She was still shivering, and her skin was damp with
sweat and arousal. She let out a dazed little laugh and looked at him in disbelief.
But the moment was shattered by the sound of a woman's voice drifting in through the open
greenhouse doors. It was muffled but unmistakable. Fleur was calling his name.
" 'Arry! Are you in there?"
Gabby's eyes widened in panic. In a flash, she yanked her panties up, pulled her shirt down,
and scrambled off the bench with all the grace of a startled deer. She grabbed her jeans and
scuttled behind a row of tall, bushy plants. Harry stood up, dizzy from the sudden rush of blood,
and he could still taste her on his lips.
He tried desperately to wipe her arousal off his mouth and compose himself. He heard Fleur's
footsteps crunching on the gravel just outside the greenhouse. He took a deep breath and tried
to look casual as he swung the door open.
Breaking the Girl Harry slipped out the greenhouse door, pausing for a heartbeat as the morning sun hit him
straight in the face. He smelled of sweat and the unmistakable scent of Gabrielle. His lips
tingled, and his hands shook a little. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, which was
pointless, since the evidence lingered in the air around him.
Fleur waited at the edge of the gravel path, tapping her foot. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail,
and the sunlight made it almost blindingly white. As soon as Harry approached, she wasted no
time. She stepped forward, looped her arms around his neck, and kissed him hard. There was
nothing delicate in the kiss. She bit at his bottom lip and pressed her body against his, holding
him in place with a grip that surprised him. Harry's arms instinctively found her waist, and for a
moment, he almost forgot about Gabrielle entirely.
Fleur broke the kiss with a sly grin. She leaned in and sniffed dramatically at his face, her nose
brushing his cheekbone. "Mon dieu," Fleur said, raising both eyebrows. "You smell like a brothel,
'Arry."
Harry flushed in embarrassment, but Fleur just tugged on his hand, pulling him down the path
and away from the greenhouse. She didn't let go. If anything, she squeezed tighter, as though
she was afraid he'd bolt. The scent of her perfume mingled with the lingering aroma of
Gabrielle, and it sent a strange thrill up his spine.
They rounded a corner, and Fleur pressed him up against the trunk of an apple tree. She kissed
him slower this time, tasting him like she was trying to solve a puzzle with her tongue. She
pulled back just enough to study his face.
"Did you kiss 'er?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Harry hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah."
Fleur's smile widened. "Did you touch 'er?"
He nodded again. The memory of Gabrielle's shuddering moans was burned into his memory.
Fleur let out a satisfied hum and ran her fingers through his hair, messing it up even further. "Tell
me everything. Right now," she said.
Harry glanced around, but the garden was empty except for the birds pecking at the grassy
ground. He kept his voice low and told her exactly what happened in the greenhouse. He told
her how Gabrielle took the initiative, how wet she'd been, and how she begged him to keep
going. He told her about everything, right up to the moment Fleur's voice interrupted them. He
tried to leave out the most explicit parts, but Fleur was relentless. She asked question after
question, pushing for details, until Harry's face was burning red and his heart hammered in his
chest. When he finally finished, Fleur pressed her forehead against his and laughed. "Good," she said.
"I 'oped you would not chicken out."
"You really wanted that to happen?" Harry knew she had planned for it, but he wasn't sure if she
actually meant it.
Fleur rolled her eyes and pinched his arm. "Of course, idiot. She is desperate for someone like
you. I told you, I want 'er to open up."
Harry tried to process this. "Even if … even if I do more with her?"
"Yes," Fleur said, barely hesitating. "You make 'er 'appy, and she makes you 'appy. Everyone is
'appy. That is what I want." She bit her lip, and Harry noticed her pupils were huge. Her cheeks
were flushed with excitement. She kissed him again, practically shoving her tongue down his
throat. She then dragged her tongue along his lips and moaned.
She pulled back and fixed him with a serious look. "But you must not let up, 'Arry. If you stop
now, she will think she scared you away. Do you understand? You must finish what you started."
Harry nodded, but his head was spinning with the implications. Fleur kissed him again and
whispered fiercely in his ear. "Next time, do not stop for anything."
For some reason, that made Harry even harder than before. The image of Fleur and Gabby
together, both of them in his arms, short-circuited his brain. He shivered with anticipation. Fleur
caught the shudder and grinned wickedly. "You like this, don't you?"
He couldn't deny it, and she didn't wait for him to. She slid her hand down the front of his jeans,
palmed his erection, and squeezed. "Maybe we should let 'er join us next time."
Breaking the Girl
Later that day, the weather was bright and almost too warm for early Spring. Harry wandered
the garden with Fleur. The two of them lazily walked the worn footpaths between the rows of
blooming roses and drooping apple trees. They didn't say much. They were just enjoying their
time together. Fleur sometimes would squeeze his hand or suddenly stop to examine a cluster
of ripe blackberries. She would then pop them into her mouth and offer one to Harry. As soon as
he swallowed it, she would pull him in for a passionate kiss.
They turned a corner near the edge of the property. Down by the lake, a slim figure drifted along
the stony shore. Gabrielle's silvery-blonde hair glowed in the strong sunlight. She wore a pale
yellow dress that clung to her body, and the hem fluttered just above her knees. She picked at
the wildflowers growing near the bank. Fleur noticed her immediately and stopped walking.
"There," she said, pointing. "She is out by 'erself." She turned to Harry, her expression
unexpectedly stern. "Go." Harry hesitated, confused. "What … now?"
Fleur rolled her eyes and gave him a not-so-gentle shove. "Yes, now. You cannot let 'er think it
was nothing. She is waiting for you." She folded her arms and lifted her chin. "I will wait 'ere."
Harry chuckled under his breath, but his heart began beating faster as he wound his way to the
lake. Every step closer, he saw the change in Gabrielle. Her body stiffened, and she started to
stand when she heard his footsteps. However, she didn't run, and she didn't turn away. She just
tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and looked uncertainly up at him.
"Hey," Harry said softly, raising a hand in a silly little wave.
Gabrielle blushed so hard it was almost cartoonish, but she managed a small smile. "Hi, 'Arry."
He stopped a meter away and squinted at her. "What are you doing out here?"
Gabby looked down at the flowers in her hand and shrugged. "I just wanted some air." She
glanced at her feet.
Harry smiled, took a deep breath, and stepped forward. He reached for her hand. He wasn't
sure what he was doing. He just figured that she wanted him to touch her again. She let him
take it. Her hand was warm, and it gripped his tightly. Her head tilted, as if she couldn't believe it
was real.
He squeezed her hand and guided her out of the sun, toward a small cluster of willow trees. The
branches hung low, making a natural green curtain that shielded them from view. The air was
cooler and dimmer inside. Gabrielle followed in silence, trailing a step behind, and her yellow
dress fluttered in the breeze.
Harry stopped in the shadow of the largest tree and gently pressed Gabrielle back against the
trunk. She looked up at him, her blue eyes wide and shining, and he could see her chest rise
and fall. Each breath was fast and shallow. For a moment, he hesitated. He reached up and
tucked another errant piece of her hair behind her ear. She trembled at his touch.
He leaned in and kissed her softly and slowly. Gabrielle melted into the kiss, and her lips were
soft and very needy. She let out a tiny moan, and Harry tasted the tartness of blackberries on
her tongue. His hands fell from her cheeks and trailed down to the small of her back, pressing
her even closer.
Gabrielle's arms snaked around his neck and pulled him down. He felt the thinness of her dress
and the heat of her skin despite the shade. She kissed him harder, and her teeth nipped at his
lower lip. Her hips rolled unconsciously against him. Harry's hands slid down farther, gripping
her hips. He then slid them under the hem of her dress. Her thighs were as smooth as silk. He broke the kiss for a second to catch his breath. Gabrielle's face was flushed, and her eyes
were glassy with need. She made a desperate little noise and tried to kiss him again, but he
smiled and kissed her cheek instead. He moved his hands up, tracing her ribs through the thin
fabric. He then slowly and teasingly slipped his fingers under the edge of her dress and found
her bare skin.
Gabby exhaled sharply. "You are very bold," she whispered, but she didn't try to stop him. In
fact, she spread her feet a little, giving him more room.
Harry grinned. "We both know you like it," he replied.
She trembled, but nodded. He kissed her again with more passion, and she let out a muffled
giggle into his mouth. His heart thudded with adrenaline. Harry's hands crept under her dress
until he found the edge of her panties … if you could call them that. She wore a tiny, lacy scrap
of material that barely covered anything. Harry wondered if she wore panties that were sexier
than the basic cotton ones because she thought he might want to see them again.
He pressed his hand over her covered mound, and Gabrielle gasped. Her head lolled back
against the tree, and her eyes fluttered shut. He moved his hand slowly, rubbing her with just
enough pressure to tease. She squirmed, and her knees knocked together.
"Are you cold?" he whispered against her ear. Harry obviously knew she wasn't trembling from
the cold, but he just wanted to tease her further.
She shook her head. Gabby opened her eyes and looked into his. "No," she said in a trembling
voice. "I'm just nervous."
Harry laughed softly. "You're shaking."
Gabrielle bit her lip, then smiled dreamily. "I 'ave never done this before," she confessed.
He stroked her hair and tried to calm her. "Do you want me to stop?"
She immediately shook her head. "No."
Harry nodded and kissed her again while his hand worked its way under her panties. He found
her clit instantly. She was incredibly wet, and as soon as he touched her, she whimpered. Her
hips bucked, and her pussy slid onto his hand. He started to gently stroke her with two fingers,
using the heel of his palm to press into her. Gabrielle's breathing turned ragged. She clung to
his neck with both arms, shaking badly.
He played with her clit, teasing and circling it until she was panting and squirming so much that
her legs buckled. He held her up, pressed her against the tree trunk, and kept his fingers moving. She started to make little, frantic noises, which Harry found very cute. Harry could feel
his own cock growing painfully hard, but he ignored it. He wanted her to finish, and he enjoyed
watching her come apart in his hands.
He pressed his lips to her neck and whispered, "Can I visit you tonight … in your room?"
Gabrielle's eyes squeezed shut, and she nodded. "Yes. Please," she whispered. "Please come."
Harry grinned into her ear. He rubbed her clit faster, and suddenly Gabrielle gasped and
shuddered in his arms. Her whole body tensed, and then she trembled so hard he thought she
might collapse. She clamped her hand over his and held it there while she rode out the waves of
her orgasm. For a second, she was silent except for a single, high-pitched cry.
Gabby stayed in his arms and spasmed a few times before she sagged, her body limp and
spent. Harry gently pulled his hand from her panties and wiped it on his jeans. He kissed her
cheek and then moved to her lips. She gratefully returned the kiss, practically melting into him.
Harry couldn't help but notice how desperate for physical affection she was.
They quietly stood there in the shadow of the willow, slowly making out. Finally, Harry broke the
kiss, and Gabrielle looked up at him, her eyes shining. "You are very good at this," she said, and
then she giggled.
Harry laughed and hugged her tight. He wanted to stay with her for a while, but he knew Fleur
was waiting. Besides, he already told her that he would come and see her tonight. He took
Gabby's hand and led her out of the trees. She glanced around and then scurried away, her
face pink and her eyes bright.
Harry watched her go before turning back toward the garden path. He found Fleur exactly where
he'd left her. Her arms were crossed, and her lips were pursed, but she was still smiling. She
didn't say anything, but Harry saw the pride in her eyes. They fell into step together, side by
side, as if nothing had happened.
"So?" Fleur asked, after a long silence.
Harry just smirked. "I think she likes me."
Fleur snorted. "I know she does." She squeezed his arm, then gave him a warning look. "But
you must not toy with her 'eart, you understand?"
"I won't," Harry said. He meant it.
Fleur nodded approvingly. "Good. Now, I want to know the details." She pulled him along the
path, and Harry followed, telling her all about his plan for tonight.