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Pearls	By : AvaSavage Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 2230 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Pearls
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Part I: Neville

Neville Longbottom sighed and leaned lazily against the wall of the greenhouse. The sun shone brightly through the tempered glass of the compound, making the room uncomfortably warm, and Neville found himself thinking that he had much better places to be.

Such thoughts were uncharacteristic for Neville, who loved teaching herbology at Hogwarts, and it was a rare occasion that he was not completely enthused by the goings-on in the greenhouses or gardens; though his restlessness was fast losing it�s "rarity" status. Neville turned and looked through the glass wall at the castle�searching for a fluttering of curtains or a particular face. All that stared back at him, however, was the blank wall of Hogwarts, and empty windows. Neville turned back to his class, admonishing himself soundly, he ought to be paying closer attention to his students, they were handling dangerous plants and disaster could strike in an instant if he weren�t alert. Neville knew he was being irrational; these were his best students, the 7^{th year N.E.W.T. students who, while handling extremely hostile species, were also extremely capable of doing so. There was little for Neville to do in this class at all, really, he might lecture a bit during the earliest portion of the period, but having given the instructions for the day, Neville need only stand back and watch. But it was better to convince himself to pretend to teach than to stand at windows pining for�golden owls flying directly at him?}

Neville grinned and excused himself, trying not to appear over-hurried as he made his way outside to where the golden owl, Cera, waited for him with a small envelope secured to her leg. She hooted cheerfully as Neville released her from her burden and dug a broken owl treat out of his pocket (he always carried them because he always forgot them, and it seemed like good business to always stay on the good side of the messenger). Neville hastily tore open the envelope and poured its contents into his hand�a small note on fine, creamy paper and three small pearls. He took a second, surprised glance at the pearls rolling around his hand as he read the note scrawled in the delicate, sprawling hand that was now so familiar to him.

A little taste of the torment you have given me.

Neville was slightly confused, though his grin remained, he knew exactly where the pearls had come from�an indecent article of "clothing" he had purchased himself as a gift in an unusual stroke of boldness. Two strands of such pearls were all that consisted of the lady�s "panties" he�d presented to his lover with great hesitancy. Having bought them, he began to second-guess the gift but she had accepted them enthusiastically. Now three of those pearls sat in his palm�surely she hadn�t worn the gift to class! Neville lifted his hand to his nose and inhaled deeply, smelling that dark, mysterious musk which so thoroughly intoxicated him. Oh Evie, he thought, she certainly had. His body tightened in response.

To his great surprise, the pearls in his hand began to grow very warm and roll erratically around, running wildly up and down his fingers and straight into the sleeve of his robes! Neville gasped in surprise as the tiny spheres circled his torso, careening around his body before diving straight down his trousers. Neville shivered as they raced around his legs and buttocks, and almost jumped when they finally began to spiral up and down that part of him. Eve! What have you done? There he stood, outside the greenhouse where fourteen students wrestled with carnivorous conifers, just beyond the Hogwarts castle, frozen in shock as the three smooth, warm little pearls rolled gently, caressingly over his manhood and his balls.

After a few long, torturous moments, Neville�s senses began to return to him and he distractedly made his way back inside the greenhouse. His students stood, sweating, at their tables as the conifer treelings� exposed roots waved in a halfheartedly threatening manner. The plants were conceding defeat for now. Neville twitched a little as two of the pearls made their way under his balls, tucking themselves against him and making slow, lazy circles, spreading their warmth around him; the third pearl was making a hot orbit around his base. Neville was suddenly very glad for the great volume of school robes.

"Are you alright Professor?" Olivia Whitting, a pretty Gryffindor asked, "you look�a bit off."

"Hmm? Oh, thank you, Olivia, I am well," Neville knew how stupid he sounded, "bit of news from home is all�" he trailed off, staring at fourteen blank faces, "you all did very well today! I�m very pleased with the results, why don�t you all head back to your common rooms a bit early today?" he dismissed them with a smile, behind which his teeth gritted as the pearls motions become more insistent. The students began to file out and Neville swallowed hard, and almost missed overhearing Jack Stewart snicker to a friend, "right, Professor Gregory�s owl brought him news from home!" Neville closed the door firmly behind them.

Neville strode across the room, doing his best to hide his agitation. The pearls� silky warmth seemed to be melting across his sensitive skin, leaving hot trails of sensation in their agonizing wakes. Quick as he could, Neville closed up the class, gathered his things and dashed to his office. 10:40, Eve still has the fourth years, dammit! Oh Merlin�s beard. Neville collapsed into his desk chair and leaned back with his wand in hand.

After several agonizing minutes of attempting to remove the pearls from his body, Neville tossed his wand across his desk in defeat, the stack of papers beneath it exploding into a thousand tiny feathers. No spell he knew detached the maddening objects; on the contrary, the moment Neville began to try to charm them away, the scent of Eve became even more apparent and the pearls themselves melted away into small, silky ribbons. The ribbons were winding their way around him, caressing every inch of his now throbbing hardness, cradling and tickling his sack. Neville let out a frustrated growl and ran a hand through his hair. He reclined back in the chair, body exposed and legs braced. He closed his eyes and pictured Eve as he had first seen her.

Neville had returned to the castle a week and a half before start of term, preparing for the arrival of his students. The staff was furiously gossiping about the new Charms professor, though Neville had little interest in the matter. He contented himself to care for his gardens and greenhouses. There were tender sprouts to be transplanted indoors for the coming fall and shrubs to trim back to allow for new growth�too much to be done, really, and no time at all to idle about, speculating about the young lady professor. She had arrived that very day but Neville had not encountered her yet, having been quite busy with the transplants all afternoon, but there was to be a staff banquet held to greet her in the evening, and Neville found himself suddenly curious about the woman, who was, as Headmistress McGonagall had already pointed out to him, the only staff member not at least twenty years older than him.

Neville arrived in the great hall early and immediately joined Professors Sinistra and Pelany around a large bowl of iced dragon fruit cocktail. Sinistra was giggling girlishly at Pelany�s every sentence. Professor Neil Pelany had taken the Transfiguration position shortly after the war, when McGonagall assumed the office of Headmistress. Pelany was a tall, blonde, middle-aged man of a very straightforward, gentlemanly sort who Neville liked a great deal. Pelany greeted Neville with a genial nod and inquired as to whether or not Neville had met their "distinguished guest of honor" yet. Neville replied, "no, not yet, and honestly, I don�t even know that much about her,"

"You don�t?" Sinistra gaped, "but it�s the most interesting thing! She�s come all the way from America, of all places! It�s almost scandalous!" Sinistra grinned eagerly, taking a deep swallow of her drink. Neville noted that he liked Sinistra much better when she hadn�t been in her cups.

"American? That does seem like quite the thing," he agreed politely.

Pelany chuckled deeply, "Well it�s not as outrageous as Aurora here would have you believe, Longbottom, she�s not really American, you see, she�s Gregory�s daughter,"

"Oh," Neville sad simply, as if that explained it all. He racked his brain, Gregory? Something tickled in the back of his mind. Gregory? "Oh! The ambassador to the American ministry!" Neville exclaimed, remembering how his Grandmother had been distraught at the appointment years ago, when Neville was just a child. Grandmother had seemed actually fond of the man, stating in her matter-of-fact way that it was a waste to send such a gifted politician to America when there were so many good offices for him here, in Britain.

"Yes, that Gregory," a new voice startled Neville. He turned quickly and was very suddenly face-to-face with the object of all the gossip. Dressed demurely in Professor�s robes with dark hair was swept up loosely, exposing fair, delicate skin and hazel eyes. She was fine boned, long lashed, and utterly ravishing. Too elegant to be pretty, and still too wild to be beautiful, she fell somewhere between mischievous and sexy, feral and poised, she assaulted Neville�s senses, and he knew he was lost when a small, private smile touched the corner of her lips as she stared straight into his blue eyes with her dark hazel gaze. Neville was dumbstruck, literally; unable to say a word.

Bemused, Pelany picked up the conversation, engaging the lovely Professor Gregory, "Please, please, call me Eve," offering her a drink, inquiring after her family; going through all the proper motions. Neville felt as though he had been struck by lightning; unable to speak, to walk away, to do anything but stare at her like a complete wanker. He noted her softly accented British English, her confident carriage, and the way her wavy hair did its best to escape it�s lose chignon. He was only able to half listen to the conversation, learning that she had lived in England until she was nine and her family relocated to Boston, her father, Phillip Gregory being given the post as ambassador there. She has attended the Salem academy instead of Hogwarts because her parents couldn�t bear to send her so far from them. Neville couldn�t blame them. She had apprenticed a Charms master in Argentina for two years before returning to Salem to teach for three years. Phillip Gregory had retired the previous year and returned home to Britain and Eve had decided to accompany her parents and accept Headmistress McGonagall�s invitation to teach following Professor Flitwick�s well-earned retirement. And now she is here, Neville thought, a warmth spreading through him.

After a short time, Pelany managed to excuse himself, leading Professor Sinistra away and leaving Neville alone with the young lady. Eve turned to Neville with that same, secret smile on her lips, "I expect I�ll have to introduce myself to another circle now," she said softly, "The gardens are lovely, the picture of health, Professor Longbottom, I have a wonderful view of them from my window and I admired them for a long time today. I understand I have you to thank for that pleasure. If I come down tomorrow, might you give me a small tour?" She looked up at him with imploring eyes. She was not a short woman but Neville was a reasonably tall man and looking down at those eyes beneath those lashes, Neville nearly came undone. He managed to stammer out what he hoped was a "yes" before politeness obliged Eve to move on to other curious parties.

He was exceedingly frustrated as he watched her walk away. Neville had not been so painfully shy since he was a schoolboy himself, and he was certainly not a monk, he had been in the company of very lovely women before. But this woman�Neville was deeply moved by her, and he could not convince himself that her interest in him had been his imagination. He opened a bottle of firewhiskey and sucked down half of it in one go. He watched her move around the room, always surrounded by an assortment of curious staff members. Every once in a while she would seek him out, eyes searching for his, and when she found them, she would offer that small, half smile that seemed saved for him. Neville thought a few more firewhiskeys might be in order.

Neville sighed deeply, allowing his body to relax fully into his chair. The ribbons seemed pleased with his surrender, going easier on him. He kept Eve�s image in his mind; long legs with soft, welcoming thighs, long, graceful arms that gave way to small, delicate hands with long, gentle fingers. While with students or staff she kept her heavy fall of wavy chestnut hair pinned up, with him she left it down, a dark halo that accentuated the fairness of her skin. Alone with him, naked, her hair would tumble down around her, curling around and between her breasts, creating a haven of perfection where Neville could lose himself, burying himself in the downy softness of that glorious hair and the smooth, silky softness of her glorious breasts. Neville ground his teeth together as two of the ribbons ran vertically up the sides of his cock, pulsating gently. In unison they applied honeyed pressure to him, rippling upwards, the ends teasing the head of him. He swallowed a gasp, recognizing the sensation. When Eve caressed him with her whole body, sliding down him, using every inch of her to awaken his senses, she would take a gloriously long time using her breasts. She would drag her breasts down his hard stomach, a silken weight followed by the pressure of taut nipples, her hair would trail after, tickling him with an entirely different texture. She would slide slowly down along him until she reached his cock and then she would use her magnificent breasts to torment him slowly. Neville closed his eyes and leaned farther back, allowing the ribbons to remind him of just how it felt to have his cock nestled deeply between her breasts, the pressure of each globe setting him on fire, closing around him with the softest skin, descending slowly over him. She would rock there, cradling him with a sensation unlike any other. He had never experienced anything so strangely erotic with any other woman and he could remember clearly the first time she�well�

By noon the next day, Neville had worked himself into frenzy. Confusion, frustration, agitation, and lack of sleep led him to attack his projects with a vehemence he rarely displayed. The late August sun was mercilessly hot, especially in the greenhouses and Neville worked with his shirt half undone, small amounts of dirt smeared his forehead where he had absentmindedly brushed his hair back off of his brow. He was determinedly turning the soil around a particularly vicious specimen of heirloom blood hibiscus when a soft rapping on the open door brought him out of his reverie. He turned, stepping a safe distance away from the dinner-plate sized blooms and admired Eve Gregory from half a room away this time, instead of finding himself suddenly inches away from her. His heart missed a beat, but he managed to return her smile this time. She had left her hair down, it was longer than he�d imagined, and curled at the ends, and she wore a simple blue dress, which ended just below her knees, revealing long, slender calves and delicate ankles. She was barefoot, carrying sandals by long laces over her arm instead.

"I used to teach you, you know," she offered casually, stepping into the room. Neville grinned, appreciating her avoidance of small talk.

"Used to teach me what? I think I would remember that," Neville replied.

She laughed, a soft, warm sound, "In Salem, I taught a �Recent Magical Happenings� class in addition to Charms, I gave several rather good lectures on your contributions to the Final Battle of Hogwarts and your ingenuous defensive tactics. You are one of the most popular heroes of the war, you know, to my students over there," Eve was much closer now, stopping at the other end of the hibiscus. Neville didn�t know what to say, or how to respond to being called a hero, but he didn�t have the chance to stammer his way out of it because one of the great blossoms reared menacingly in her direction. Before Neville could stop it, Eve reached out a long, graceful arm and caught the flower at the top of its stalk. She applied a hard, even amount of pressure until the flower submitted, "Nasty buggers, the bite of the pestle is no fun at all," she said, absently stroking the silken petal, "but their petals feel like heaven. Will you take me on a tour?" Neville could have married her then.

Eve was there every day that week, rapping on the door and drawing Neville out to share the days with her. She was remarkably easy to talk to, funny, and intelligent with an abundant knowledge of herbology that he first found impressive, and then just sexy. She asked questions and made suggestions and offered to help him finish his projects enthusiastically. When he asked her if there were any preparations she needed to be about for her classes, she merely laughed and said, "Merlin�s beard, no! I teach Charms! They bring their wands, I bring mine, I keep my reflexes sharp, and everyone is happy!" Neville accepted the explanation with a grin and was secretly thankful it was Charms she was teaching and not something like Potions, which would have had her as busy indoors as he was out of doors. They were working their way through the garden where Neville tended his rarest specimens of plants on an exposed hill facing the lake. A copse of trees had been planted nearby to provide cover for the shady varieties and it was here that Eve and Neville were gently trimming the dead leaves of a silvery-blue herb. Eve stood and brushed her hair back with her hand�it absolutely refused to stay back in her braid�and looked out over the lake, "I can hardly believe this place is going to be crawling with children in only three days," she said.

"I know what you mean," Neville stood as well and joined her, tucking an errant curl behind her ear. She grinned. His heart jumped a beat, "it�s too easy to forget that Hogwarts is a school, that I am here to teach rather than just to be here. Sometimes I think it can only be a sanctuary built solely for me."

"For us," Eve said softly, smiling her secret smile at him, looking up from beneath dark lashes. Neville swallowed hard. He knew he was supposed to kiss her now. He wanted to kiss her. She wanted to be kissed. Her lips were all pouty and plump and kissable and she was so close and�she turned away. Why did she turn away? I was really going to kiss her! Agh!

"So what IS that overgrown thing over there?" She asked as she headed towards the very end of the plot where a wild plant dominated. It was a riotous tangle of vines and stems and spade shaped leaves growing out in all directions. It overflowed the garden borders and spilled out onto the hill. There were no visible buds on it, just the dark, glossy green foliage which looked, quite frankly, like a mess, "This is just chaos Neville. What is this? Why haven�t you cut it back?"

"I�ll never cut that back," he answered honestly, "it looks like a disaster now, but come nightfall, that will become the most beautiful thing you have ever seen."

"Show me."

After dining with the rest of the staff that evening, Neville and Eve headed down the grounds towards the lake. Neville spread a blanket out just beyond the copse of trees where they had a gorgeous view of the lake, and the strange plant was just before them. The sky was pinkening as the sun prepared to set. The plant looked exactly the same as it had earlier in the day. Neville opened a bottle of mulled wine while Eve stretched her legs out on the blanket, pulling her gauzy yellow dress up over her knees and leaning back on her hands. Neville offered her a glass of wine, which she sipped delicately, and they sat in companionable silence as the late summer sun began to set over the lake. The view was incredible as the sun seemed to set the world aflame, but Neville couldn�t take his eyes off of Eve as she was cast in the dark, golden and orange glow of sunset. As the sun dipped low and dusk began to settle over Hogwarts, Eve began to chat lightly, drawing Neville into easy conversation. It wasn�t long before she started to shiver, and Neville despaired that he hadn�t thought to bring a sweater to offer her, a lack of foresight which he cheered only moments later when Eve shyly snuggled herself into his arms, twining her fingers in his. Neville�s whole body tightened and he held her close to him, losing himself in the scent of her hair. They descended into giddy silence, both too excited to speak until Eve noticed a new scent on the breeze, "Neville, what�s that smell?" Neville smiled into her hair, knowing exactly what she meant. The air was soon filled with the most intoxicating aroma as green leaves unfurled, revealing tiny white buds which soon covered the green vines. Eve sat up curiously, but remained in Neville�s shelter, with each of his long, strong legs on either side of her. She absently began to stroke one of his legs with her fingernails. Neville held his breath as he felt his cock begin to harden in his trousers. The stars began to shine and the fragrance became even more evident as the tiny buds began to open. Eve watched in amazement as they blossomed into star-shaped blooms of purest white and when the stars were all in attendance, sparkling and dancing across the heavens, the flowers began to shine back. It was as though someone had spilled an entire colony�s worth of pixie dust across the entire bush; the flowers shone with dazzling brilliance. By the time the moon reached its zenith, every blossom was dancing, and then they began to sing. The song was barely perceptible, but it was sung with greatest joy and was almost too beautiful to bear. Eve turned to Neville with wide eyes and whispered, "What are they?"

Neville looked at her, her skin radiant in the moonlight, her eyes gleaming darkly in the night. He ran a large hand through her velvety hair and said simply, "They are happiness," and then he kissed her.

He laid his lips softly on hers, not in question but in declaration. She yielded to him, opening to him. He nibbled softly at the corners of her mouth, his hand light but firm on the nape of her neck. She gasped, and he dove into her, lost. It was an exploration, not a conquest, and he savored every bit of her. He stroked her tongue with his, a strong, erotic caress that left her breathless in his arms. He turned her fully in his lap so that she straddled his legs, pulling her over him. She wrapped her arms around him, locking behind his neck. Legs behind him, she pulled herself even more firmly into his lap, pressing herself against the insistent erection Neville no longer worried to hide. Knotting a hand in her hair, he kissed her even more thoroughly, claiming her even as she claimed him. Before he knew how it happened, Neville found his tongue in Eve�s mouth, and she sucked deeply on him even as her nails raked softly down his back, and then up beneath his shirt. Inflamed, Neville gathered her up and laid her down on the blanket, covering her body with his own. She pulled him to her, sucking on his lower lip hungrily. Neville�s hands moved down her arms, sliding the narrow straps of her dress down. He pulled out of her kiss�she whimpered in protest�and slowly glided his mouth over the slender column of her neck, nibbling gently on the tender flesh. He sucked at the sensitive spot behind her ear and she mewled, whimpers giving way to breathy encouragement, her head thrown back in rapture. Neville tongued the hollow of her throat, and then moved to suckle on the succulent skin on her collar. When he bit softly into the muscle of her shoulder, it was as though he�d thrown a switch, she went wild. In one frantic motion she raked her nails down his back, scoring his skin, then she began to desperately attack the buttons on his shirt. Neville chuckled deeply and allowed her to undress him and turn him on his back. She straddled him once again, this time to draw her hands gently over the muscles of his chest. Long days of physical labor had hardened him, and Eve purred appreciatively. Neville reached to remove her dress, but she beat him to it, drawing the light, gauzy slip of fabric over her head in one easy motion. She bent low to him and kissed him tenderly as he reached around her to unclasp the bit of lace that passed for a bra. She glowed in the moonlight. Neville forgot to breathe. High, proud breasts with dusky peaks stood at attention as her dark hair fell enticingly around her. Neville reached out both hands to delicately caress her. She shivered in pleasure, and then descended on him. She peppered him with light kisses, over his brow, his eyelids, his cheeks, his mouth, his jaw, down is neck, his shoulders, his and his chest. Her hair fell everywhere around him, tickling him softly, driving him mad. Neville had never felt anything like it before; it was almost as if she were worshipping him, "Close your eyes, Neville," she said so softly he barely heard her. He shut them and allowed himself to feel. Eve sat straight up on him, no other part of her touched him. He felt the coolness of the night, felt the breeze coming up over the lake, felt the hot, wetness of her press against the full hardness of him. He smelled the night air�flowers and earth mixed with her scent�and listened to the sounds of the forest and the lake. Neville allowed himself to simply be. After several long minutes, Neville felt her lean in to him. Her hair touched him first. Light and soft, the chestnut locks caressed his heated skin, from his shoulders down to his stomach. Then he felt two smooth points press into his chest, so gently, barely touching him. They circled him, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Up and down his chest, over his pectorals and down his tight stomach. His muscles clenched in response to the hypnotic rhythm of her course. She lowered farther, and the soft skin of her breasts pressed against him, further teasing him, gliding over the hair on his chest and lower. After an agonizingly long time, she shifted lower, and he felt light hands on his trousers. He lifted his hips, allowing her to remove all of his clothing, exposing his aching erection to the coolness of the night. He squeezed his eyes to keep them closed. She shifted back again, the heat of her core pressed over him. He growled low in his throat. She laughed, a different laugh, a huskier, throatier laugh that poured over him like hot honey; a sexy laugh. Again, she lowered her breasts against him, up and down his chest, up and down his stomach, and lower still. He felt the tips of her breasts graze his erection. He inhaled sharply. Her nipples bored into his skin on either side of him as the softest skin, the insides of each breast, caressed the sides of his rigid cock. She pressed her breasts together with her arms, braced against him. Up and down, she slid over him, teasing his throbbing head with each motion. Her hair stroked over his stomach still, and he could feel her eyes watching him. He let every emotion show. And then she lowered her mouth to him.

"Holy shit!" Neville exclaimed to himself in his office. As soon as he thought about her mouth on him, he could feel it. He looked down at the ribbons, which were mimicking the sensation of her tongue on him, stroking the underside of him slowly, from root to tip.

She licked deeply of him, tasting the length of him, learning him. She slithered her tongue slowly beneath the ridge of his head, over and around the tip.

The ribbons slithered in a very good imitation of her pattern, under and over the head of Neville�s cock. He gripped the arms of the chair with white knuckles. Again he thought, Eve! What have you done?!

She continued the slow pattern with her tongue on his head, and reached with one hand to cup his balls. She gathered them into her hand and stroked tenderly, lovingly as she tested their weight in her palm.

One of the ribbons was circling his balls again, and with his eyes closed, Neville could swear he could feel Eve�s fingertips on him again.

She introduced only one new feeling at a time, sucking lightly and rhythmically on his head for a long time before increasing pressure, keeping a steady pace as the pressure in him built.

The ribbon moving around his head spiraled to cover the whole of it, and rippled from the outside in, emulating the experience of Eve sucking just on that part of him.

And then she took him whole. Eve descended over the entire length of him, bringing him into the softness of her mouth, she moved over him, sucking deeply on the length, laving her tongue in whirls and circles. Slow at first, she made love to him with her mouth, her hands moving over his balls, his thighs, his stomach.

Neville thought he might die, right there in his office chair with his pants open and his head back. The ribbons were no longer ribbons, they were Eve�s mouth, Eve�s hands, Eve�s body. The silk strands moved up and down him, applying alternating amounts of pressure and relief, quickening as she had; slowing the same. He was ready to explode. His body could endure no more; the speed, the rhythm, Oh Eve! And then they stopped, it all stopped, as surely as Eve had.

She sensed that he could take no more. She could feel how close he was and so with one last long suck, Eve removed herself from him. Neville opened his eyes, gasping for air, hands clenched in the grass on either side of him. She stood over him, a goddess of the night, and removed the last shred of fabric that stood between them. Neville stared into her eyes, glowing in the moonlight, "you have bewitched me," he whispered.

"No more than you have me," she said, and lowered herself into his arms. He laid her beneath him, his hand finding the softness at the apex of her thighs. She sighed beneath him as he stroked her silky folds, pressing fingers into her. He lowered his head, "No," she whispered, "no, Neville, I need you now," it was a simple request, and with it he kissed her. Softly at first, she drew him in deeper, into a long, desperate kiss. She wrapped her long legs around his, pulling him closer to her. His head pressed against her entrance, Eve gasped beneath his mouth. Neville took his time, entering an inch at a time. She was tighter than tight and hotter than hot. The muscles clenched around him did not want to let him go but Neville felt like he was far too big for her, he was scared of hurting her. Eve arched beneath him, opening her hips wider, allowing him to slide fully into her, very slowly. When he was at last buried to the root, she moaned in completion, and he lay with her, hearts beating together, breath shallow, as she adjusted to his width. Slowly, so slowly he began to move out of her, pulling against the muscles that wanted him to stay, pulling out to the tip, pressing back into her again. Slowly at first, then increasing at her urging. Eve�s heat, Eve�s wet, wet heat beckoned him, allowing him to stroke smoothly through her. She ran her nails gently over his back, rocking her hips with his, tilting so he could plunge into even more of her. He kissed her face, her neck, as she gave herself completely to him. Neville had fucked before, had fucked well before, but had never had anyone quite like Eve. The night did not end for them, they slept only with the dawn in the well-used comfort of Neville�s bed.

Neville felt all of it, every motion repeated in his office alone with three pearls-turned-ribbons working him, but Neville was never satisfied. Every time he was close to completion, the ribbons subsided, not allowing him to come. When he tried to take himself in hand, they heated in warning, just on the edge of pain, "alright, alright, I get it, you get to tease me all day," Neville grimaced in frustration. And then his clock chimed in warning. He looked up. 11:20. Dammit. Class time.
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