My Side | By : icewomin Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1796 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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There is a
story. A story that tells her how I know
she wants me. She is eager to hear it. I tell her I will meet her at the place of
her choosing, and she tells me she’s taken a room at The Leaky Cauldron.
I know her reasons
for being there have nothing to do with me.
Still, the opportunity to meet in private is there, and I take it. Must tread carefully not to
take her immediately after I tell her the story. She has never been with anyone, had never
been kissed until my lips crushed hers moments ago. I want her.
Cad that I am, I want her immediately.
I wanted her months ago. But this
is not to be rushed. We will court.
I arrive early, as
is my habit, and mingle unhappily with the freshly minted witches and
wizards. I see her arrive, flushed from
the heat of the afternoon. Flushed with arousal.
Impatient to be safely inside the room she’s taken. Irritated at the delay when
a classmate detains her with inane questions about N.E.W.T. results. And then hurrying, hurrying up the stairs.
Insensate though
they are with their first lawful taste of ale, the newly graduated boys can
undoubtedly still feel the heat from her cunt. More so, as she is making
so little effort to hide it.
Their eyes are upon her. I’m not
the only one who desires her to the point of madness. I am still reeling from the knowledge that
she desires me. I can feel the upo upon
me as I ascend the stairs only moments behind her. I don’t care.
She is quick to
answer my knock. Her hair is still damp
from a shower. I bully her about her
behavior below. She seems to like it. I kiss her, sliding my tongue between her
lips and exploring her mouth fully, trailing my hands up her sides. She is not wearing a bra. Must end this, or my fingers will be at her
buttons. And there is still the story to
tell her. I break away,
remind her that she’ll get no answers with her tongue in my mouth.
She is
petulant. Sits huffily upon the couch,
and offers me tea with a sneer. I accept
coolly. She demands answers. I tell her most of the story. She crawls to me on the coucd kid kisses
me. I force myself to stop, and offer the
gift I have brought her. She accepts it,
struggling for breath.
I like her
struggling for breath.
I am weak. I wrap my fingers in her hair and pull her
headk. She has been waiting for my touch. Her breathing stutters. I kiss her again, my tongue mimicking the movement
of my thumbs.
She likes being
restrained. I bring her closer and urge
her to enjoy the moment.
She calls my name
when she comes. Unbelievable,
to hear my name torn from her. I
make it last as long as I can. When she
is done, I lick her fluid from my finger.
Not good enough. Time to go to
the bed, where I can fuck her properly, in every way I want to. I plan to take hours exploring her body.
Perhaps this is
her first om.I tell her to slow down at least. And then I’m begging her to slow down. If she doesn’t, if this doesn’t stop–
My control
snaps. I must fuck her hard right theconecond.
I drag myself to
my knees and yank her legs in the air, then move quickly forward to drive into
her again. I wrap her ankles around my
neck. Leaning forward, I rest my weight
on her thighs and fuck her as hard as I can.
She is shrieking. Whether in
pleasure or in pain or both, I don’t know.
I am unable to make any coherent sound.
The very best I can manage is to breathe at all. I am desperate and aching for release. For this moment, I don’t care whether she
comes or not, only that I am fucking her senseless, as I’ve wanted to for so
long>
>
Thank the gods she
does come, and then some. She is howling
her delight when she comes around me, and she is so tight I feel her
contractions like a tourniquet. It pushes
me over the edge. I am insane with
pleasure. I am delirious.
I have never
fucked someone who loves me. I have never
fucked someone I love.
I attempt her name
when I come. Only broken whispers make
it past my lips.
I want to fuck her
without pause for the remainder of my natural life.
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