Hello everyone. This piece of fan fiction is going to consist of the naughty bits I cannot put in my T rated story Committed to Memory. So basically the chapters in here will be lots of adult situations between Sirius Black and Embre Lupin my OC Character. If there is anyone who does not go in for the this kind of thing you do not have to read this and you do not need to leave me a review telling me you are disgusted. To the rest of you guys who like M fiction please enjoy this continuation of Ch 6 from the story. Reviews are welcome, but again don't flame.
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Embre jerked awake from a deep sleep by the sound of laughter filling the air. The laughing rang out in unnatural and deranged resonations from Sirius as he continued to sleep. The noises he was making were so twisted, she had never heard him laugh like that and it brought wracked her with chills.
"Sirius!" she cried shaking him by his shoulder. She watched him struggle to surface as the laughter subsided, his eyes staring at the canopy of trees over their heads unseeing.
He sighed and felt the damp evidence of tears on his cheeks while he laid the back of his hand against his eyes.
"Bad dream?" Embre asked quietly as she curled against him and laid her arm across the stomach.
"I was dreaming of that day when they dragged me to prison. After I couldn't even kill that traitor," he said despondently.
He removed the hand covering his face and sighed. He breathed in the scent of grass, felt the heat of the setting sun and it felt a little easier. He and Embre were lying side by side on an old blanket where the remains of a late picnic lunch were being ravaged by ants.
"It's a dream I've had before. It always reminds me that I'm no closer to changing the way things are. I was so close to catching that bastard and now there's not trace. Who knows if I'll ever find him again…I might never be a free man again," he said struck by realization.
"You will," Embre told him determinedly. "Look at everything that's happened. In one summer I've gotten back my godson and the love of my life. Things will not be at a standstill forever."
He stared right into her unreadably, until the expression softened.
"Okay then," he whispered brushing some brown tresses behind her ear.
"I was thinking. There's not going to be much for you to do around here after Harry leaves for school. Waiting until I get home for some conversation and company," she said pointedly as she looked up at his face. "I think we should ask Remus if you could stay with him."
"Yeah?" Sirius said in surprise.
"It's too boring around here for you. There's more to do in London," she said sitting up. "Even if you're walking around on four paws."
"And would you stop by?" Sirius said looking up at her playfully.
"As much as you want," she promised leaning down to kiss him gently.
"Thank you," he said to her meaningfully. He grabbed her suddenly and held her so she was forced to lie on top of him.
"There's no escaping," Sirius declared as he held her against him.
"Not even to clean up?" Embre said with a humorous smile.
"Let me think," he said as nuzzled his face in her hair. "No."
"Whatever will I…" she paused and laughed. "Are you smelling me?"
"Mmhm," he agreed. "After thirteen years your scent is still the same."
He moved his face down her hair to the nape of her neck where he breathed her in and then exhaled his warm breath.
"Is that good?" she sighed
"It's delicious," he whispered huskily as his mouth sought hers.
His mouth was firm against hers and she conceded to his dominant kisses. Her lips parted to take his bottom lip into her mouth as a need ancient as time suffused her with heat. He pulled away as she tried to meet his mouth. Feeling playful, he left her unsatisfied, brushing her mouth briefly before retreating, and caressing the corner of the mouth while leaving the whole of the lips neglected.
Before Sirius could tease her any further, she slid a hand beneath his shirt and trailed the tips of her fingernails down his abdomen in rain drop light touches. He paused as a shudder ran through him. As the hand on his skin slowly rubbed up to his chest, she dipped her face to his throat. She kissed the skin like she would his mouth, gently tugging the flesh between her lips and letting her warm breath flutter over the damp skin while he let his head fall back.
It felt more than good, after so long every brush, every bit of skin to skin felt electric. When she opened her mouth on his skin and flicked her tongue on his neck he lost it.
Embre could barely draw in a breath of surprise before she was flipped over and pinned down under his warm body. And then his eyes, so grey, and beautiful held her brown ones captive, all she could do was cup the back of his neck and hand on when his mouth fell on hers.
He gently pushed her mouth open and massaged his tongue along hers. He gave and he took, and it still wasn't enough for either of them.
"Oh please don't stop," Embre pleaded when he kissed the line of her jaw. She felt like she was burning up even in the cool summer night air
"Tell me you have a potion," Sirius moaned.
"Potion?" she mumbled before hungrily kissing him. Then it hit her.
"Oh!" she cried letting her head fall back.
"Embre," he growled as his hand crept to the clasp of her bra.
"I don't have any!" Embre gasped. "I don't have any potion dammit."
Sirius pulled back and stared down at her incredulously.
"None at all?" he said desperately.
"No. I didn't think we would… not this soon," she said apologetically when he rolled off her.
"You're right. I mean we haven't even slept in the same bed again yet," Sirius said brusquely. "Shall we get this cleaned up?"
"Sure," Embre said standing up and getting off the blanket.
Without a word Sirius spelled the remains neatly into a hamper.
"It's late anyway," Sirius said trying for nonchalant. "I'm going to take a bath okay?"
"Alright," Embre said following him up to the house.
While Sirius went into the bathroom, Embre moved to the bedroom and changed into shorts and a camisole for bed. She lay down on top of the covers and could still feel the heat coursing through her.
She hadn't been with anyone in four years and now she was so close to having Sirius again that it was almost unbearable. She wondered how much luck he was having calming down in the bath.
She could remember when they had last made love and it didn't seem like just yesterday, it felt like a long time ago. They couldn't make love now, but that needn't stop them from doing other things.
She got up from the bed and walked out to the bathroom door. She slowly cracked it open and felt the heat, smelled the jasmine bath gel. Sirius was lying with his arms resting on the edge and his head lying back against the rim.
"Can I keep you company?" she inquired as she tugged her camisole over her head.
Sirius turned in time to watch the camisole fall to the floor.
Sirius' mouth fell open slightly at the sight of Embre standing with her top off baring it all. While his eyes roved her skin the only words he could think of were pale gold; that was the only way he could describe the color of her body, offset by that pink flush staining the top of her chest.
After thirteen years seeing that body nearly killed him. The soft rounded shoulders were drawn tight in a nervous gesture and for a moment he watched them relax and tense. Her breasts were still on the small side but that only meant they had stayed firm; he couldn't decide whether he wanted to take the pink tipped buds in his hands or his mouth first.
"You're the sexiest thing I've seen in my entire life," he told her heatedly.
"And you are the sweetest man," Embre said walking to stand beside the tub so she could reach out and take his face in her hands.
She bent her face to his and gave him a languid kiss. They let their tongues lazily slide against each other. The blood in their veins began formed a heavy pulse as they delved deeper into the wet recesses of their mouths.
Retreating by a breath, their breaths mingled as they stared at one another.
"Move forward," Embre told him breathily against his mouth.
He nodded, sucking on her top lip sharply, before scooting forward in the tub.
With his back to her, she shed her shorts and white knickers. Gingerly she lifted one foot over the side of the tub and then the other before lowering herself and resting against the back of the tub.
"Okay, now lie back against me," Embre instructed as she slid her legs on either side of his body.
He relaxed against her warmth behind him and she moaned when his back rubbed against her tight breasts. He wasn't sure what she had in mind, but he had ceased to think after having her body unveiled before his eyes. He hoped he would get to admire the bottom half before the evening was over.
Her damp hand slowly stroked his collarbone, making him shiver as little droplets of water descended down through the dark curling hair on his chest. He'd felt the heat after coming in from outside, but now with the water and her he was burning and hard beneath the bubbles.
"Are you nervous?" Embre asked suddenly while both her arms came around him.
"Not really," he murmured as she stroked his chest with one hand.
"It's been so long," she said more to herself.
"Just like riding…a broom," he said huskily as he turned his face into her neck.
"Uh-huh!" she moaned as his mouth held fast to her flesh.
She couldn't help writhing slightly in the water as he drew skin into his mouth and sucked hard. Her skin was sensitive in her arousal; every sense was unbearably heightened.
She kept her eyes open and looked down at his body while he made her shake. She stared at the crook of one arm as his hand held the side of her face steady so he could continue loving her flesh. There was strength and muscle in that arm that would come back in abundance with food and exercise. The chest was wide and covered by curling black hair. It was so erotic, so completely male that she closed her eyes feeling she might pass out from the stimulation to her senses. She forced her eyes open and followed the ebony hair as it winded down in a trail that curved around his belly button and fled from sight into the soapy water.
She traced the path with her hand lying flat on his stomach so very slowly he didn't notice. The mouth on her neck paused as her hand came closer to the rippling surface of the water. She could feel his heart through his back pounding heavily and when she found him beneath the soap she felt it skip.
He didn't make a sound, but when she caressed the underside he slumped against her. He was in delirious agony as she closed her hand around his aching erection and slowly, much too slowly, pumped her hand over the length.
His head fell back on her shoulder helplessly as she slowly fondled him. He panted when she finally began stroking him unrelenting and steady. Every slide of hand on the flesh felt like fire scorching him.
His own hand could never feel like this. His own hand could never tease so wonderfully, and change pace without his realizing. His hand never felt this soft and petite, nor did it handle him with such care even while stroking him so vigorously.
"Oh please kill me…" he moaned desperately as her hand became slower, but wrapped around him tighter, feeling like silk gliding along velvet.
Every time she would pump him he would thrust up, disturbing the water and sending it over the sides of the bath.
"Embre," he panted as she rested her forehead on his.
"It's okay," she whispered as she stared into his eyes.
His breath was stolen as she worked his length fast and hard with the bubbles splashing over him. It was too much, it was the most paralyzing pleasure he could remember feeling. He couldn't bear it as heat and friction built, boiling him alive. He couldn't stand it any longer as his body bowed up and his seed spilled over her hand. An orgasm raced through his blood like fire and made his entire body throb.
He sank limply against Embre who cradled him to her and stroked his hair while he recovered. Finally after resting for a few minutes, Sirius turned his face to her.
"That was bleeding brilliant," he told her with heavy lidded eyes.
"I'm glad you liked it," she said blushing.
"Thanks love," he said looking up at her with drowsy eyes. "I needed that."
"I know," she said as he rolled over so he was lying with his chest against her belly.
"What do you need?" he inquired raising himself up and looking at her spread out in front of him.
He pressed her against the porcelain making the water surge. He looked at her with renewed hunger and grinned wolfishly.
"This," he murmured leaning forward as if to kiss her mouth but stopping short.
He looked up at her as he lowered his mouth to her skin.
"Or this?" he said against her skin as he cupped her left breast.
"That!" she sighed when the pad of his thumb rubbed her areola.
Sirius continued touching the stiff pink flesh and letting Embre relax against the back of the tub as she enjoyed the attention. The low thrum of arousal still clung to her, but now it was gradual, more unhurried.
He bent his head and slowly licked the underside of her breast. She held the back of his head as he tenderly kissed her nipples and felt her heart ache. It felt so good to have someone just linger and touch her. He sunk his teeth into the side and had her crying out in joy, before he resumed the leisurely tasting.
"Bend your legs," he urged her.
She did as he asked, exposing her wet legs to the air. Sirius tongued her right nipple more insistently, while running his hands up her thighs. Suddenly one of his hands plunged into the water and cupped her.
"Oh!" Embre gasped.
Her breathing was harsh as he held her poised to touch her deeper. One finger drifted along her slit and she writhed against it urgently.
Sirius growled and lifted her up by the waist so she had no choice but to sit on the tub with her back against the wall behind it. Her femininity was covered in damp curls with the bath soap clinging to them. He reached out and brushed them away until he was stroking her.
"Feels so good," she rasped as she became molten and shifted against his hand.
She watched as he stared at her center and felt embarrassed, but so turned on. Then suddenly he was on her kissing the inside of her thighs and his tongue was hot as it invaded her. His hot tongue lashed her and she clung frantically to the rim of the tub, and his shoulders as she slipped and struggled to keep her balance.
His tongue licked over her again and again with no mercy, until she was crying. He laved her clitoris and then took it between his lips and suckled until she thrust back against his mouth. He grabbed her by the waist and swept over her with his tongue until she arched into his face. She was gyrating in a frenzy as he tasted and lashed over her wet sex without mercy.
"Sirius..!" Embre sobbed as she rocked and let go of everything. Sirius held to her tight to keep her from slipping down as he stroked the last slow, sluggish pleasure from her.
When she finally came back to herself she leaned back on the wall and smiled.
"How was that?" Sirius said resting his face against her knee.
"So good," Embre responded happily.
"Wasn't it?" Sirius wickedly remarked licking his top lip.
"Sweetheart," she said reaching down and stroking his hair.
He smiled softly up at her and gave kissed her leg. Both lingered until the water cooled, and that night both of them shared the same bed and slept soundly together.
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