Their robes were on the floor the minute the door was locked. Their mouths were pressed together with fierce passion as she wrapped her thighs around his abdomen. Hands fumbled with the last stubborn undergarments as they fell onto the bed.
He groaned as she flipped him over, pulled his ready cock towards her mouth and began trailing her tongue along the underside, a greedy look in her eyes. They were both too wet for much teasing, and soon a second groan escaped his lips as she lowered herself on to him.
With a shudder and a tremble, it was over. Panting and sweating tangled in the bedcovers, she traced an elaborate "R" across his chest.
"We really should go for dinner more often, Ms Skeeter."
"Mmm, yes, we really should. How does tomorrow sound, Severus?"