It's like his body reacts before his conscious mind catches up, and he wastes no time pressing his face into her hot skin, nosing up and under her skirt, stroking his hands urgently upwards until he reaches the flesh of her arse. He breathes her in, and she smells like musk and sweat and sin, so Harry opens his mouth, kissing all the bits he can reach and licking the salt off her skin, craning up his neck to mouth at her soft cock through the lace. He feels her twitch under his lips. 