Yesterday I killed my lover. I awoke her gently with a kiss on her left breast as I massaged the other. She laughed like a school girl playfully squirming away from my touch. Then would grab at my hands moving them to those secret areas when I did stop exploring. I had took my time with her delicate body, kissing every inch, and watched her cum with an explosive scream by just my fingers. I brushed the red stray hairs from her eyes, traced my finger with her juice over lips, which she gladly sucked clean. The floor below us sat my wife and son, reading the paper and having a light breakfast. They knew better than to seek me out for any reason. She wiggled out from underneath me and without a word crossing her lips puts those same lips against my erection and began to suck as if a baby. Actually she still was a baby, barely 17, weeks away from starting her final year at Hogwarts. So young, but with moves like that not so innocent.
Our first time was at the start of the summer, she and my son were dating and I suppose they had some sort of a fight. There she was in the hallway crying her eyes out, as I went to kick her out for distributing me, I just couldn't. So vulnerable, staring up at me with those beautiful green eyes. I knew I had to do right by her. I couldn't hold it back any longer and came myself, right into her mouth, which she swallowed every bit. All of this was a perfect secret she would never tell. I would never tell. But I couldn't take the risk. I pushed her back down onto the pillow, leaned over and kissed her neck, and watched her squirm with glee again.
"I am sorry Ginny." I whispered in her ear. The first time I had allowed myself to call her by name.
"What for?" Asked as she tried to maneuver to kiss me, but I won't allow her to move.
"For this." I said as slyly picked by the dagger that belonged to my grandfather from the already jarred dresser drawer, brought it to her neck, and before she could react I pulled it harshly against the skin, blood flew everywhere. There wasn't even a whimper heard. I quickly called for a house elf to dispose of her and all evidence that she had ever been here. I knew he would do his duty well. Than I dressed whistling and joined my family downstairs.