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Hello, Mr. Wood	By : GwenPennington Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 4030 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Back outside, the twins were waiting in the pool.
"Took you long enough!" Fred said.
"Going for a roll in the hay, were you?"
"Don't be ridiculous, George," I responded. "We don't keep hay in the house." Let them think of that what they would.
Wand in hand, I conjured a volleyball net across the pool and a ball, of course. This magic at home stuff is great. I set my wand on a poolside table and slid into the water where Oliver was waiting on the side of the net opposite the twins. He seemed to give himself a small shake before turning to face the twins.
"So what do we have to do?" George asked.
"It's simple," I answered. "Just keep hitting the ball to our side of the net, and we'll hit it back." I wasn't about to get into any technicalities. I tossed the ball into the air to serve, hitting it over the net when it came back down. Apparently, I hit it a little too hard; the twins ducked. "Our point," I grinned. "Toss it back." My second serve was easier on them, and George smacked it back.
After a full hour of spiking and diving, the twins decided that they needed a break.
"It's definitely more fun with four people," Oliver said. "And it's nice to be on the winning side of the net for once." He stuck his tongue out at me.
I climbed out of the pool and toweled off before resting on a lounge chair to catch some rays. The house elf came out with a tray of lemonade and handed a glass to everyone. She also had my sunglasses. "Thanks, Pinkie," I smiled. I sipped from my glass, enjoying the perfect balance between sweet and sour. The world somewhat darkened by my shades, I stretched out on my lounge chair; I closed my eyes and sighed. Just a short doze...
Someone was shaking me gently. No, not someone: Oliver. I knew it before I opened my eyes. By the light, it appeared to be late afternoon, or early evening. How long have I been asleep? Am I sun burnt? Wait, what's this? I was in something's shadow. Tilting my head back, I saw a large umbrella.
"When you fell asleep, I thought I'd leave you for a while," Oliver said. "And I didn't want you to get burnt, so I put an umbrella over you. Then again, I would've had to help you rub aloe vera gel on your burns."
I smiled at him and sat up. "That was very sweet of you." I reached out to rest a hand on his cheek, my thumb gliding across his lips. He started to lean in.
"Oy! Dinner!" Oliver closed his eyes and muttered something under his breath. He was annoyed. His hand lightly grabbed my wrist, since my hand was still on his cheek.
"We'd better go in." I lowered my hand and he nodded, helping me out of my chair.
"What time is it?" I asked while walking toward the house, combing my hair with my fingers.
"Around six," he replied. "You slept about two hours. I figured I had to bring you inside some time." He flashed me a cheeky grin and threw an arm around my waist, pulling me close. He was still in his swimming trunks, and I was a little thrilled by how much of my skin was touching his.
Before dinner, I threw on my clothes from earlier, the black Bermuda shorts and white tank top. When the meal was finished, the twins headed home, but they were coming back next month for Oliver's birthday.
"Thanks for coming," I said as I hugged George. Then it was Freds turn. "And tell your mum I said thanks for the gifts."
"Aye, aye, cap'n!" they affirmed with a salute before disappearing in a whirl of green flames.
"They have got to be the weirdest guys I know," I chuckled.
"Yeah, but they're excellent Beaters," Oliver agreed. I cocked my head to the side and looked at him.
"When you picture people in your head, are they always wearing Quidditch uniforms?"
"Not everyone. Not you. Let's go for a swim, and try not to fall asleep again."
I stuck my tongue out at him and headed outside, my suit still under my clothes. Standing by the side of the pool, I removed my tank top and started pulling my shorts down.
"Hey, Gwen!" Oliver called. "Nice ass!"
"Why thank you, Oliver." I stuck my tongue out at him again, but he just laughed.
"Any time, Miss Pennington."
The net was still up, so we started a game of volleyball. Oliver hit the ball high up and over the net; I jumped up and spiked it. It came down hard and hit Oliver in the face, possibly the nose, causing him to yowl in pain. I gasped and magicked the net away to hurry over to him. When I got close, I tried to move his hands out of the way, but he wouldn't let me see. Suddenly, just when I turned away, he grabbed my waist and pulled me close against him.
"Tricked you," he smirked.
"I thought you were hurt!" I exclaimed, not trying to get away.
"I know; that was the point." Another grin. "I managed to deflect that killer spike of yours and still make it look like I got hit. Oh, the cleverness of me."
"Why would you pretend to be hurt?" My hands snaked around to the back of his neck.
"Why? To get you over here, of course." Under the water, his hands slid to my lower back.
"Couldn't you think of a nicer way to get me over here?" I tilted my head a tiny bit.
"I don't think it matters how I got you over here, as long as you're over here." He leaned in to make up for his height, though it's only a few inches difference, and I smiled as our lips met. It was getting dark out and the lights in the pool came on, but neither of us noticed. My fingers crawled up to tangle in his hair as the kiss deepened, his tongue sliding between my parted lips. Again, his hands moved, but this time around and down to hold my hips. He pulled my lower body tight against his. My eyes snapped open and I pulled my head back just enough to speak.
"Hello, Mr. Wood." I always call him that when he's hard.
"Hi," Oliver said, his eyes still half closed.
"Would you like some help with that?" I inquired with an attempt at an innocent smile.
"That would be much appreciated," he answered, smirking and leaning in for another kiss. I lured him out of the pool and onto the patio, picking up a towel and patting him dry. I dried myself and turned around. He held my hips as we walked into the house, stopping occasionally to kiss my shoulder and neck. He knows I like that.
When we got to his room, I immediately shed my bikini bottoms and Oliver removed his swimming trunks, standard procedure.
"You first," he breathed, kissing my neck and backing me toward the bed.
"Are you sure?" I asked as I sat down. "That feels pretty urgent. I already planned on taking care of you first." I kissed and sucked his neck, the signal that I'm ready to go.
"No; I want to try something first, if that's all right."
"And what might that be?"
I felt his lips curve into a smile against my skin. "You'll see." He kissed my lips as he moved onto me, his hand going down between my legs like the first time. I wondered what he was doing, but I trusted him.
His lips moved to my neck as his hand rubbed my inner thigh, working its way higher. His fingertips glided up to find heat and the beginnings of wetness. His mouth moved down, kissing between my breasts as his fingers began to play with me. He kept moving, leaving a trail of kisses across my belly. Where was he going?
He lifted his head slightly and looked at me then. He smirked as he scooted back and lowered his head, never breaking eye contact. His face was between my legs, one arm hooked around my thigh. He got closer and I felt his tongue on my clit as he fingered me. I gasped at the new contact and moaned at the way his tongue swirled around the small bundle of nerves. I reached down and tangled my fingers in his hair to hold him.
He withdrew his fingers and licked lower. He brought his thumb up to take over the clitoral stimulation before his tongue darted into me. I arched my hips to bring myself closer to his mouth. He licked, sucked, and rubbed earnestly until I felt an orgasm coming on. My hands fisted in the sheets and tangled further in his hair when his tongue returned to my clit, my hips bucking. I tried to hold it, but its impossible to keep a dam from bursting. I could feel my fluids dripping out, and Oliver lapped it up willingly. I felt him shudder.
Once finished, Oliver laid next to me on his side, watching me. "So?" he asked when I didn't say anything. I took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and smiled. Then I rolled to my side facing him and leaned in to kiss his lips.
"I liked that very much." I kissed him again and tried to move closer, but I was poked in the stomach. "Should I return the favor in the same manner?" I figured it couldn't be much different from having a popsicle. Judging by his facial expression, he had no problem with the idea.
I pressed my full lips to his and made him lay flat, climbing on top of him with my knees on either side of his body. I kissed his jaw and neck before moving to his chest, which had started glistening with sweat from the heat, following more or less the same path he had.
My lips traveled over his abdomen, keeping my body above his on hands and knees, leaning forward to kiss him, and I felt his head brush my breast. I looked up into his wide-open eyes as my head moved the last few inches to kiss the tip of his penis. The fingers and thumb of my right hand formed a ring around the base and my tongue swirled around the head. I heard him inhale sharply. I moved my tongue down and licked the underside from base to tip, then up and down the sides.
He gasped when I took him into my mouth, going as far down as I could and then up again. I started slowly, removing my lips at the top. He seemed to like it when my lips popped over that little ridge of his head. Down I went again, breathing through my nose and sucking gently on the way up. He moaned when I did this, so I started sucking a little harder and moving a little faster, keeping my mouth on him.
After a few minutes, I started moving the ring of my fingers up and down his shaft, twisting them in a combination of a hand job and a blowjob. He moaned more and I felt his fingers become entangled in my hair. I took my mouth off of him, but kept my fingers moving, and started licking him again with the tip and flat of my tongue. He started to quiver, one if his hands fisted in the sheets and the other tangled in my hair. I knew from past experience that he was on the edge, holding back to make the feeling more powerful.
I took him into my mouth again, drawing him out slowly and sucking ever so gently. That was enough.
As soon as I took my mouth away, he came, squirting onto the sheets. I stroked him a few times until he finished, then removed my hand from his limp member.
"Sorry, but I'm not swallowing." I smirked at him, but I wasn't sure he heard. His breathing was heavy, and his head kind of lolled from side to side. I guess that was too much for him the first time around. I sat on the side of the bed and rested a hand on his cheek, turning his head to look at me. "I'll leave you here to clean up while I take a shower." He seemed to regain some sense of himself and looked up at me.
"Oh, Merlin," he breathed. "Gwen... I've never cum so hard in my life." I grinned at him before heading to the shower.
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