Chapter 7
It's midnight when I nervously knock on the door, hugging my clothes close to my body. I only have to wait a couple of seconds before he opens the door with a large grin on his face.
"Again?" He asks.
I step inside, locking the door behind me. "Am I too much for you?" I smile.
He grins mischievously before closing the space between us with his lips. His tongue is lightly licking my lips, begging for entrance while he runs his strong hands up and down my body, unzipping my jeans and furiously tearing my T-shirt from my torso. I reply by slipping his lose joggers down his legs and directing him towards the large mattress of his bed.
We continue to play along, not taking our time to undress each other, until we're just a tangle of arms and legs.
I can feel my skin tingle when his fingers brush my back, skilfully undoing my bra with one hand while the other continues to stroke my thigh getting higher and higher until he's stroking the soft material of my knickers that very soon join the pile of discarded clothing at the foot of the bed.
Malfoy takes a break from caressing me just to examine my body. I can feel my face flushing. After only a few moments I crawl over to him and remove his final piece of clothing revealing all of him to me. Now it's my turn to examine and admire him. To admire all of him. The toned chest and the long legs and the strong arms and gorgeous gorgeous face of the one person I swore I'd never get involved with ever again.
He beckons be over to him and I can tell he's feeling 's never been allowed to look at or touch this much of me before. I'm feeling nervous too but all my jitters are disappearing as waves of pleasure seep through my body at his familiar touch.
I smile into her soft blond hair as she slowly coils away from me.
"Draco" she whispers into my ear.
I pretend I didn't hear her and continue planting kisses down her jawline.
"Please," she begs, "And I don't want you to be gentle either. I want it to hurt."
"Skye..." I whisper.
"Please, Draco!" She cries out, "I need you."
"You don't." I insist.
"I do!"
"I can't." I say simply, still stroking her soft skin.
"For fuck sake!" She yells. "You've shagged half the girls in school! Why not me?!"
"You've never done this before."
"Emily had her fist time with you!" She protests.
"You're not Emily. You're different" You're special.
"Why?!" She asks. And I can't risk telling her why. So I agree and she smiles and kisses me crawls underneath me and I get myself ready.
"You're sure about this?" I ask.
"Positive."
So I go forwards.
But not all the way.
I can't do it. "I can't break you" I whisper.
"I'm already broken." She whispers.
And now I'm broken too. Seeing her like this, hearing her say that. It breaks me and I have to ask her to leave before I let any more of my emotions show - or worse; give into her.
Malfoy won't even shag me. That's how unappealing I am.
