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Magical Mugwort	By : Marjay2127 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 10391 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“What do you say, George?” Fred asked, leaning his chin against my head, not moving from his position. “Think it's time we made good on our promise to Maggie?”

As I watched, George moved almost languidly. He reached for my hand and pulled me to him, out of his brother's embrace. I could only move with it, hardly daring to breathe, wondering what the hell was happening. When I stood before him, George smiled, touched my chin.

“It's all your call,” he said softly, brushing the back of his hand over my cheek. Just that simple act made me sigh. “But I think I can assure you that Fred and I can take care of your every desire.”

I was feeling a little lightheaded, thanks in part to the alcohol, but more to the heady feeling of being between these two young men. When George brought my hand to his lips, and began kissing over my wrist, up my arm, I felt something electric run through me.

“So I take it you two aren't upset with me.”

The double chuckle that sounded filled my ears as Fred touched my hip, and I felt his presence near to me. “Not by a long shot,” George said, crooked grin on his face. “As a matter of fact, I'm downright blindsided by how brilliant you are.”

Fred brushed my hair off my neck, and leaned his head against mine. “You truly have a devious mind, Maggie,” he said. “Only makes me appreciate you even more.”

George caught my gaze, drawing me into the depths of his eyes and threatening to lose myself there. The way the curve of his lip tilted upward into a knowing smile made me weak at the knees. “We can always appreciate the pull of a good prank, even when it's on us,” he smirked, leaning in closer to me until I could feel his breath on my face.

I felt Fred move closer still, his arousal pressing against my backside and the heat of his body mingling with my own. And as arousing as it was, I felt a sudden stab of panic. I was being sandwiched between these two young men, in their prime, and a dark part of my mind seemed to recall the dangerous night years ago that had blackmarked me.

George seemed to pick up on the sudden tenseness that ran through my body. The expression on his face changed immediately, his brow suddenly furrowed slightly in concern. “What's wrong?” he asked quietly.

I was unsure of how to describe it. They knew bits and pieces of my past, but I had never truly divulged what had made me the way I am. Blinking to try and clear my head, I spoke a little too breathily. “It's just... what's to stop you two from getting carried away?” I barely heard the words pass my lips. For the first time, I felt anxious.

I didn't need to see the look that passed between the twins. George gently touched my cheek, his eyes searching my face. “We'd never hurt you, Maggie,” he said firmly. “Not in a million years.”

His hand on my cheek should have been a comfort. I also still felt that keen arousal that was winding through my body, keeping me duly aware of the males around me. I felt vulnerable all of a sudden, something I was not used to feeling, something I hadn't allowed myself to feel in a very long time. Even though I knew Fred and George, knew their prowess, a small part of me wondered if it was different when they were together.

Fred's hand touched the small of my back, a comforting gesture that nevertheless made me stiffen slightly before I allowed myself to relax. “We don't have to do this, Maggie,” he said gently, his breath causing my hair to move. “If you're too uncomfortable... we can stop.”

I felt my knees weaken a little. I looked up into George's face, the way the one light on in the room made his hair shine and his eyes sparkle just a bit. He was gazing at me with all the patience in the world, and behind that lay unbridled affection. Turning my head, I met Fred's gaze. His eyes read nearly identical to George. George was gently running fingertips over my arm, as if assuring me that I was free to walk away at any time.

“Do you trust us, Maggie?” George as quietly, not making any sudden movements.

Turning back to meet his gaze, I felt something strange clicking inside of me then. I realized that I did trust them, both of them. That too was a new experience for me. Realizing that, the heat of their bodies so close to mine wasn't as intimidating as it had been a few moments ago.

“Of course I do,” I whispered.

“Surely the girl who was brave enough to drink Polyjuice Potion that our sister made and to look like that git Lee isn't afraid of us,” George said, trying to lighten the moment as he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead.

I couldn't help but giggle, even as that one patch of skin where his lips touched burned like fire.

“Definitely not the girl who took down that little toad spawn Malfoy and had him blubbering like a schoolgirl,” put in Fred.

“Might even be brave enough to help us track down some new test subjects for our works,” added George.

I giggled again, feeling more at ease as I gazed up into George's face. His eyes were dancing, that mischievous smile on his lips, but at the same time there was that heat.

“After all,” said Fred, “if you've put up with each of us--”

“--You can surely put up with both of us,” added George.

Then Fred murmured against my neck, “You're an amazing, strong woman. You're like no one we've ever met before. You stepped up tonight and put us in our place. You've shown us exactly where we should be.”

My heart started beating a little faster. I leaned back against Fred, who took that as a sign to plant a kiss on my neck. The heat began swimming through me again as he continued to plant gentle kisses along my flesh, and I let my eyes flutter, allowed myself to become acutely aware of his body. I instinctively reached out to George and pulled him closer to me until I could reach up to his face. I could see the change in his eyes, the cautious acceptance.

“And where is that?” I asked a little breathlessly, leaning my head to the side to give Fred better room. At the same time, I felt my lips trembling as George leaned closer to me.

Fred's next words sounded strangely loud and blasphemous when he whispered them in my ear. “Right here, worshiping you.”

A sharp pang of longing washed through me, and I snaked a hand up to clasp the back of Fred's head as he deepened his kisses. One of his strong arms fell to my side, his fingers squeezing my hip. I felt dizzy and reached out to George, who was mere inches away. A smile played along his lips as he hovered over my mouth, his eyes searching mine for an eternity.

“George,” I said in an exhale.

“Yes, beautiful.”

I tried to wrap my thoughts around something coherent before I gave myself over to what was about to happen. “If I ask you to stop... you will?”

A veil of solemness crossed his eyes, and I felt Fred pause. George nodded almost imperceptibly. “In a heartbeat.”

“Without question,” Fred added.

I ran my hand through Fred's hair, pulling him close to me again. With my free hand, I touched George's arm, damn near to trembling. I was taking a leap of faith, and I knew it. But at the same time, it still felt strangely right, and I felt secure in the knowledge that they would stop if I asked.

Swallowing hard, I leaned forward just enough to catch George's lips. In an instant my entire body was ablaze, every cell of my body aware of the males I was with. George inhaled sharply and kissed me deeply, his hand still clasping my face and keeping me close. The taste of his lips intoxicated me, the warm sanctuary of his mouth animating me. When I felt Fred's hands begin to slide under my shirt, I felt my body respond to him, leaning back into his touch.

The angle of kissing George while Fred was kissing my neck was awkward, and George apparently sensed as much. With a brief flick of his tongue over my lips, he began to kiss down the other side of my neck. My eyes widened for a moment as I felt both sets of lips nibbling on my skin, little nips of teeth reminding me of tasks I knew they were both skilled at. My lips parted and I gasped for breath as I let myself feel—really feel-- what they were doing. And it nearly overwhelmed me right then.

I dug my nails into George's shoulder, absently dragging nails down his arm. George made a low moan against my neck and bit me. Fred echoed the bite on the other side. I gasped loudly, startled by the frenzy that was rising up inside of me.

“Holy shit,” I whispered, swallowing hard.

Fred slowly raised his head and pulled me against his body, making sure I felt every inch of him. “Are you doing all right so far, Maggie?” he asked, gently stroking my stomach, fingers inching towards my ribs. “Are you uncomfortable yet?”

I managed a somewhat strangled chuckle, and tilted my head backwards to look up at him upside down. I gave him a rather silly smile, and answered, “I suppose that all depends on how you look at it. But I'm not saying no yet.”

His upside down smile was beautiful and sensual. As his hands began sliding my shirt up, he said softly, “Good. Because there's so much I want to do to you.”

The words embedded themselves in my mind, instantly bringing recollection of the sensual acts I had committed with both him and his brother on separate occasions. When his fingers pulled my shirt over my breasts, I felt my nipples harden instantly. George pulled back as Fred pulled my shirt over my head, and I was left standing in a nearly sheer, strapless bra.

I managed to turn a little while I wasn't sandwiched between them, and I looked up into Fred's face this time. His eyes were practically glowing with lust, and something else, a dominance that I had only seen glimpses of before. It didn't frighten me; it intrigued me.

“Absolutely lovely,” he commented. “But still too covered up.”

“Ah, you read my mind, dear brother.”

At that moment I felt George unfastening my bra, and then it too fell to the floor. I flicked my eyes up at Fred, noting that both twins were still far too overdressed. “If I'm losing clothes, then it's only fair that you both lose some as well,” I said, reaching for Fred's shirt.

George's hands caught mine from behind, and gently eased them back over my head to wrap around his head as it rested on my shoulder. I tried to look at him, but the angle was too awkward. Looking up at Fred instead, I gave him a questioning look. “This is hardly fair,” I said.

Fred just gave me a smile as George's naughty hands began easing towards my breasts, sending shivers through me. “Right now this is all about you, luv,” Fred said softly, his eyes seeming to drink me in.

“And what pleasure we can give to you,” George breathed against my ear.

When his fingers touched my nipples, I found myself moaning softly, eyes fluttering. I fell back against George's sturdy body, fingers twining in his hair as he outlined my curves and gently pulled my nipples till they responded to his touch. It was almost a delayed reaction that I felt Fred hovering over my throat, his warm breath flushing my skin. When he began smothering kisses along my throat, down my chest, I felt my knees begin to tremble. I leaned more against George, and gasped when I felt him press his arousal against my backside.

“But I want to do things to you... to both of you,” I gasped out. “I'm--” I startled myself by realizing I was about to say the one who's supposed to be in control.

I think both of them knew exactly what I had been going to say. In response, Fred kissed me with such fervor that for a moment I couldn't breathe. He devoured my mouth, lips controlling me and stealing my breath. My heart was dangerously loud in my ears. I responded to his attack with my own, subtly arching my body towards his. I felt George's heart beating heavily against my back, his breath warm against my head.

A strange moan made its way out of my throat, but was muffled as it went into Fred's mouth. I squeezed bundles of George's hair in my hands as Fred sucked on my tongue and pressed his groin against me, harder this time. I squirmed against him, and was then rewarded by feeling George's arousal pressed urgently against my backside. Double tendrils of desire and goosebumps rolled through my body, nearly making me shiver.

Fred slowly freed my mouth and began his downward decent again, placing open-mouthed kisses along my neck, my chest, brief caresses on my breasts and down my stomach, until he was on his knees in front of me. George's fingers continued to fondle my breasts for a few more moments, and then his hands slowly slid down to my hips. I glanced down at Fred through hooded eyes as George began lifting my skirt. Fred was busily probing my belly button with his tongue, then moved back to roll his eyes up to me. A seductive smile touched his lips that I had never seen before.

George pulled my skirt over my hips, and I shivered, automatically curving my body back towards him. He pressed his hard cock against my backside, gently pushing on my back to lean me forwards. I took the hint and leaned over Fred, scooting to have him fit against me as easily as possible. I could feel how wet I was, how it was soaking through the thin layer of satin that covered me.

“Gods, you're so beautiful, Maggie,” George whispered, his voice a bit deeper than normal.

I started to answer, and then Fred caught my breasts and took a nipple in his mouth. I cried out wordlessly instead, now arching into both of them. As George gently pressed himself against me, not so subtly reminding me of how very well he performed in this position, Fred tended to my breasts with undivided attention.

Somewhere in my mind I was aware of how strange it was, but all that was overruled by how damn good it felt. It was a barrage of sensations. I reached out and grabbed Fred's hair, twisting handfuls as I stared at him wide-eyed, his tongue flicking my nipple. At the same time, I felt George pressing against me, rubbing gently. A low moan bubbled out of my throat, and I closed my eyes to concentrate. It took a moment more before I realized George was shimmying my panties down my legs. I began to tremble.

Fred suddenly kissed me, his lips searching and demanding. I clung to him, unsteadily shifting from one foot to another as George removed my panties. Fred made a sound, and I shivered as he skirted a hand down my torso, over my stomach, and then I felt the warmth of his hand near my aching core.

“God, please,” I whispered against his mouth. I needed him to touch me, I needed to feel him.

Gently biting my lip, I felt Fred smile as his fingers traced patterns over my pelvis, delaying his touch to where I needed it most. I wanted to grab him and make him touch me, but I also felt George's hands running over my back and my ass, and my head was still trying to process that I was with both of them at once.

Kissing me again, Fred whispered, “Stand up.”

I met his eyes for a moment. They were burning, filled with desire and knowledge and all kinds of dirty little secrets he had up his sleeve. I was intrigued, and slowly managed to stand up.

George was right there to hold me, his hands squeezing my hips. I twisted my head to look at him, and found he was smirking, his lips curled into such a knowing smile that at first it disoriented me. He kissed me, silencing anything I might have said. I let him plunder my mouth, his warm tongue dancing with mine. It vaguely occurred to me that kissing each of the twins was like a different drink: one straight to the head, one slow and burning.

As George slid a hand to my chin and leaned me back against him, I felt Fred slowly raise my left leg, propping up my foot. I was getting a little dizzy, hyper-aware of each of the young men. Fred's fingers slid down my thigh until they gently glided over my sensitive slit. I inhaled sharply, trying to restrain myself from being too eager. It wasn't working.

Warm fingers slid over my slit, teasing me, promising me. I gasped again, the sound lost in George's mouth as he kissed me again. George raised a hand to twine his fingers in my hair tightly. As my heart began pounding and my breath began to speed up, Fred's fingers eased inside of me, just so. I stiffened, trying not to take control of the situation. A moment later I felt his warmth breath and lips on my abdomen, and then they began their descent. I whimpered.

George whispered against my lips, “Do you want him to taste you, Maggie?” He kissed me lightly. “Do you want him inside you right now?”

I swallowed hard and tried to remember how to open my eyes. “Yes,” I squeaked.

Fred slowly slid two fingers all the way inside of me. I nearly jumped out of my skin. And a moment later his lips began nibbling around my inner thigh, working inward. I was very glad that I was being held up. I gasped, reaching out for George's arm to steady myself. George caught my lip with his teeth, nipping gently. At that moment, Fred flicked his tongue over my swollen nub.

Crying out, I tore free from George's kiss, throwing my head back.

George began kissing down my neck, his fingers sliding over my belly and reaching for my breast, gently kneading my flesh. At the same time, Fred slowly adjusted his fingers and, as he slid them inside me again, curved them just so. I vaguely realized what he was doing before he did it, as he had been practicing with me. His fingers curved inside me and suddenly found a sensitive pad deep inside of me.

It felt as if a dozen pleasure points had been pushed. I arched and cried out, remaining on my feet only because Fred halfway balanced me and George had a grip on me. Little white stars shot behind my eyelids, and I moaned as he stroked again.

George plunged his tongue in my ear, and growled, “Gods, I love the sound of you moaning, Maggie.” He tightened his grip on my hair briefly, then moved behind me again, keeping me pressed against his solid body.

I was getting dizzy, whimpering. Fred torturously paused in his movements: he stroked and pressed, and then stopped. He stroked and pressed, flicked his tongue over me, then slowly began to remove his fingers. I made a sound of protest, reaching down for his head, wanting to hold him. George caught my hand, and instead pressed it over my stomach.

I felt Fred chuckle against me once, and then I felt his tongue dip inside of me. I groaned, falling back against George again as he plunged inside, again and again. My heart was racing, my blood pounding through my veins, and every cell in my body felt alive, processing pleasure and waiting for the ultimate act. I could hardly breathe. All I could do was feel what Fred was doing, and how George was keeping me occupied as well.

“George,” I breathed. “Fred... oh, gods, please...”

George laced his fingers through mine, letting me squeeze his hand in a near-crushing grip as I slid my other arm around his head. I felt him shift so that his very hard cock was straining urgently against my backside. I moved against him, drowning in sensation. A distant ringing in my ears tried to break through the haze, but I was quickly being swept up in a coming pleasure.

Fred began thrusting his fingers inside me again, quickly, and his hot breath on my sex made me shiver. I could feel the coming orgasm, it was brewing, and it would take but little more effort to bring me. I was becoming desperate for it, gasping for breath, grateful to be between two young men who paid so much attention to me.

It was beginning to grow. I cried out, squeezing George's hand and arching against Fred. “Oh, god, Fred, please!” I cried, my entire body trembling with need as the ache built inside. He flicked his tongue over my nub and then began to focus on it.

A sharp wave of pleasure swept over me, a prelude. The ringing in my ears was getting louder and louder.

What the hell is that?

And then it hit me: the tea kettle.

“Shit!” I broke out of the delirium with near frantic energy.

George was breathing heavily and raised his head. “What, luv?” he asked, alarmed. “You all right?”

Even Fred paused in his ministrations. “What's wrong?”

“T-tea kettle!” I managed to gasp out, at once still alarmed that I had forgotten about it and infuriated that I had just about reached orgasm and was now denied.

“Bollocks!” George exclaimed. Exhaling in a rush, he kissed my cheek. “I'll get that.” He paused, and chuckled. “Um, I'll need my hand, Maggie.”

Still trying to force myself back into reality, I blinked and unclenched my hand, too aware suddenly of how hard I had been squeezing it. “Sorry, George,” I breathed.

He chuckled, and stretched his hand, still holding my hips. I swayed. “Not to worry, darling, but I've need of it. That way I can use it on you shortly.”

As he stepped away, I stumbled, but Fred reached up for my hips. He stood up directly, and I had to blink again to refocus. I stared up at him, how his face was flushed and his hair tousled, his lips damp and curved into a devious smile.

Taking a deep breath, I slid my hands up his arms, squeezing his muscles. “Fred,” I purred, standing on my toes and kissing him soundly. He responded perfectly, his lips crushed against mine.

When I pulled back, he was still smiling. “All right, then?” he asked.

I could still feel the need worming its way through me, irritated at being cut short. I took a moment to process my feelings: irritated, overwhelmed, surprised, utterly aroused, pleased, amazed. I was so far beyond all right.

“Mmm,” I nodded, brushing fingers through his hair. “You are quite the naughty boy. Who have you been practicing on?”

Fred smirked. “Just you, sweets.” He leaned in and pressed his lips against my ear. “I think you remember what we did last time, how I made you moan then.”

I giggled. “But you always make me moan.”

“True enough. But there's just some things that I've been saving for you.”

Raising an eyebrow, I slowly slid a hand down his chest, furtively unbuttoning his shirt. “Is that right.”

He grabbed my hand, stilling my efforts, and pinning me with a playful look. “And just what do you think you're doing?”

Meeting his gaze, I gave him my best smile, though I thought it came out looking a little lopsided and perhaps nervous. “So far I'm the only one naked around here,” I said. “I thought I might even the odds a little.”

Fred glanced down at my skirt that still hung around my waist. “Technically you've still got clothes on,” he corrected. “But I am more than willing to change that.” He unfastened the zipper and slid the skirt down my hips, leaving me completely naked yet still in my shoes. When he looked at me again, it was with a look of pride. “Much better.”

“But that still leaves only one of us naked,” I said. “Besides... there are things that I want to do too.” As I spoke, I used my other hand to pull the button loose on his pants.

Fred clasped my hand, stilling my efforts before I could reach the zipper. “Patience, Maggie.”

Irritation began to rise in me. I stared up at him, surprised. “Patience?” I repeated, eyebrows sky-high. “This from the guy who wanted to Apparate here because the taxi took too long?”

He smiled, pulling my hands up to his chest. His eyes smouldered at me, and he leaned in closer. “I also think that a little anticipation can go a long way, especially in certain situations.”

The heat that had been bubbling inside of me since he suggested the situation was churning inside of me, waiting to fill me once more. The abrupt cessation of a very pleasant cooperation was leaving me impatient, and he wanted me to wait?

Shrugging gently, I pulled back. “Perhaps. But given that you seem to want to torture me, and I'm already in the throes of a rather desperate need, perhaps I'll go see if George is more amenable.” I smirked, and tried to walk away.

My threat seemed to hollow him out a bit. Fred's hands clamped on my wrists, and drew me back to him. I grinned up at him as he pressed me against his body. There was a strange light in his eyes, something primal. His breathing grew slightly shallow, and his eyes flicked once towards the kitchen. “Much as I'm willing to give you whatever you need tonight, I can't deny that I find myself conflicted.”

There was a strange lilt to his voice that made me think that I might have an advantage. As I stood there, naked and pressed against Fred, I knew George was just in the other room. It sent strange tremors through me to know that I would be with them together. What would that mean for me? Perhaps it would be easier if I started one at a time. And what was taking George so long?

Seizing the window of opportunity, I stood taller until I could press my lips to his chin. “How are you conflicted?” I whispered, slowly swaying against him, letting my breasts press against his chest. I felt his hands loosen their restraint on my hands, moving instead to touch my waist.

Fred swallowed hard, his fingers grazing my flesh. “I want things to be perfect for you, Maggie,” he replied huskily. “But having you naked in my arms is going to undo me.” His breath caught, and he slid a hand up my spine to my neck. “Don't know if I can keep myself from taking you soon.”

I smiled against his skin, and slid my hands to his waist. I took a careful step forward, and then another, which forced Fred to back up a couple of steps until he was against the couch. “Well,” I replied, well aware of how my heart was thundering in my ears, “if you're going to keep trying to keep yourself in control, then I suppose I'll just have to take care of you.”

This time when I slid my hands towards his zipper, Fred didn't pull me away. I could already feel how hard he was, and when I flicked my gaze up to his face, I found him watching me with a focused, heated stare that sent shivers down my body. I could see the conflict in his eyes, and a brief part of me wondered if he was nervous. How many times had they done this? Was this a regular situation for the twins? Or was it as unusual for them as it was for me? I wanted to ask, but filed it away for later. After all, I was bold, seductive, and needy. I didn't usually talk about my feelings right before a sexual encounter, and I wasn't going to start now.

Regardless of the butterflies that were somehow flying in my stomach.

Reminding myself of what I knew how to do, and how much fun Fred and I had together, I was swift in removing the obstacles between my hands and the object of my desire. Fred's breath quickened, his body tense with indecision and desire. As I shoved his pants out of the way, I gently took his stiff cock in my hand. Fred inhaled sharply and leaned his head back, his hands squeezing me.

The feel of him in my hand made the heat return to me. I kept my gaze on his face as I quickly began to unfasten the buttons on his shirt with my free hand. His eyes burned into mine as he tried to breathe normally while I stroked him, his lips pressed together to refrain from moaning aloud.

I quirked a smile at him. “Don't be quiet on my account, Fred,” I whispered. “I've never known you to be shy when it comes to screaming my name.”

Fred swallowed hard as I stroked harder, letting him fill my hand and brush against my pelvis. His eyes fluttered, and he reached for my chin, and pulled my mouth to his. His breath was hot on my face as his lips devoured me. A purring sound of contentment fluttered up, and I realized it was me. I finished with his shirt, and began to push it off his shoulders. Fred took over, practically flinging the garment away from himself, and pulled me so close against him, that it would take only a few more inches for him to be inside of me. I gasped, a sudden jolt of desire singing down all the way to my toes.

“Gods, the way you feel,” he growled against me. “Love it every time you touch me, Maggie.”

I squirmed a little, maneuvering myself back just enough so that I could stroke his member again, and earned a deep-throated moan from Fred. The sounds that he made aroused me to no end. I licked my lips as he slid a hand down my chest, his flesh hot against mine, skimming over my breasts. My movements grew, stroking him a little harder, a little faster, my thumb making circles around his head. Fred's breathing grew staggered, his hand squeezing my hip.

The control in my hands seemed to help balance out the butterflies in my stomach. But I still felt the change in the room, that there was something yet to be unleashed, and I felt oddly powerless. I pushed away those thoughts, and gave in to the moment.

As I slid down to my knees, Fred inhaled sharply, a wordless sound of desire coming from his lips. I kissed the lean muscles of his stomach, trailing a hand down his hip and leg. Even still clothed I loved the way his body felt. He shifted slightly, leaned back against the couch, as I moved his pants out of the way.

Being around either of the twins made me feel incredibly sensuous. I wasn't sure if it was just how I reacted to them, or if they glamored themselves at all, but somehow every time I was with them I thought of sex. My mind was still spinning from the entire evening so far, and now as I prepared to give Fred back a little of the pleasure he'd given me, I still tried to wrap my mind around the fact that there was a new experience in store for me.

I didn't hesitate in taking his hard member in my mouth. Fred exhaled heavily above me as I took him in as far as I could, the moan echoing in my ears. I immediately began to tease him with my tongue, to lick the head and tease it, only to take him back into my mouth and to suck on him. Fred's quavering moans were music to me. I loved that I affected him so much. As his hands twined in my hair, I began to increase my rhythm.

Fred locked his legs, his fingers squeezing my hair and gently bobbing my head. “Ah, gods, Maggie,” he gasped. “Yes...”

I managed to slide aside his pants further, giving me better access not only to his member but to his hips as well. I was fascinated by the curve of his hips, it was so sensual to me. Even as I concentrated on creating as tight a suction as possible, and very gently running teeth over him, I couldn't help but let my free hand wander. He was so hard in my mouth, warm living silk. Every movement stole a reaction from him. He had said he was incredibly turned on; he hadn't lied.

As I licked a long line up his shaft, I kept a firm grasp on him, pumping him quickly. Fred made a low sound and I felt the tightening in his sac, the tension singing in his legs. I moaned myself, taking him deeply into my mouth once more, and Fred helped me set the pace: quick, hard, and unrelenting.

“Ohh, fuck!” he hissed. “Gods, Maggie, yes...”

It was hard to breathe. My own body was aching in so many ways I had never really considered before, wanting things that I was no stranger to but amplified by a thousand. The taste and feel of Fred only made me feel completely molten, ready to do almost anything just to intensify the unbridled need I felt.

I gently stroked a finger under his sac, and that one touch seemed to drive him more wild. He cried out loudly above me, his hands holding my head firmly now, guiding me and demanding and begging all at once. I whimpered, but the sound was lost I felt Fred's body tighten. He thrust into my mouth as his orgasm hit, his hot sperm shooting into my mouth and his agonized cry of pleasure flooding my senses. I drank him in, feeling myself becoming all the wetter for it. My head ached slightly where he held me, but I ignored it.

When at last he began to come down from his climax, I slowly pulled back, licking his cock clean. His hands became so gentle, almost apologetic as they caressed me. Gasping for breath, I rolled my eyes up to look at him. He slumped slightly against the couch, but he was staring at me with wide eyes. He looked half-surprised by what had just happened, which made me want to laugh. But behind that was a lust so powerful I felt I was looking in a mirror.

Blinking slowly, I gave him a seductive smile. He was so beautiful when he was riding the exhaustion of climax. A slight flush to his cheeks, his freckles stood out, and his eyes were drowning black. I slowly rose to my feet, watching his face the entire time. His eyes followed me, and his lips opened and closed a couple of times. I smiled wider.

“Sorry 'bout that,” he said at last in between breaths. “I didn't want to do anything--”

“Oi. You two done yet?”
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