A shirtless James Potter turned this way and that, admiring his own figure in the full-length mirror. Those were some quite nice biceps, if he might say so himself. And surely there wasn't a finer abdomen to be found anywhere. No one could best those solid muscles. No one. If only a certain seventh year Gryffindor girl could see that…
Absentmindedly, his mind wandered and his hand wandered with it, drifting down—
The door opened with a bang. Lily Evans, long red hair flying, strode in purposefully, clad in an oversized T-shirt. James started guiltily, snatching his hand away from his crotch, but she paid that no heed. With a firm shove, she pushed him down on the bed. He started to rise, protesting, but she placed a knee on his chest, holding him fast. Then she bent and kissed him full on the mouth, hard. Slim hands tangled in his hair, bringing his face closer. Their tongues met. It was heavenly, and it was about to get better.
She broke away, moving up to straddle his chest. In a single, fluid movement, she tore off her shirt and threw it aside. Her creamy breasts spilled out; the hard nipples made James's mouth water. She now took his hands and set them on either side of her small waist, just above a thin black thong, which was barely keeping her decent. She was even more succulent than James had ever imagined. He never would have thought the heavy black robes cloaked body such as this. He grabbed her firm buttocks as she kissed him again, with even more vigor.
With a moan, he brought his mouth to her breast, kneading it, kissing it, sucking and biting the nipple. She massaged his erection mercilessly, keeping him on the edge of the intense pleasure. His free hand easily snapped off the thong, and her juices smeared thickly on his chest. She teased him, sliding two fingers inside herself, then bringing them out for him to lick. Growling, he pulled her to him roughly, almost mad with desire. Their open mouths sucked on the other hungrily, and he could taste salty sweat mixed with her womanly essence. He gasped for air as she touched him, tormented him. The pain became unbearable.
"Lily," he whispered hoarsely. "Do it now, please."
She obliged, with no big hurry either, stroking and caressing the stiffness. He whimpered in anticipation. After what seemed like a decade later, he finally felt her fingers undo the button, pull down the zipper, and let the trousers slide off. She tossed her hair, bounced her breasts in her hands a couple of times, but did not relieve James of his agony. He stayed hard, transfixed by her beauty. The pressure kept building and building and building…
"Fuck me now, bitch!" he bellowed through clenched teeth.
"Gladly," Lily murmured back. He felt her pull off his boxers and appraise him in wonder. He felt hands wrap around his shaft. He felt sheer, simple ecstasy. And what came next is history.
Author's Note: Right, my first one, so I didn't want to go into too much detail; I'll leave that to your imagination. I hope all you smut readers enjoyed this short piece. As I said, this is my first time writing this kind, and obviously I haven't experienced it yet in person, so I hope it lives up to standards! Please take the time to review and maybe drop a few tips?
Tammy