A/N: Because a drabble makes you want more...
I'm giddy with anticipation. I'm to meet him wearing something that let's him know that I'm ready for him to ravage me before we head home for the night.
Being the owner, he's obligated to host this boring work thing. Make connections. Work the room. He'll do that while guides me around. He'll caress my bare back, his fingers trailing up and down my spine as he makes each person he talks to a captive audience. If we get separated, he will look at me from across the room, with a smoldering look. That eyefuck makes my knickers soaking wet.
That is, if I was wearing any. Those beautiful grey orbs tell me wordlessly that he appreciates the way the emerald silk drapes on my body, hugging every curve. He knows the material is unforgiving so I'm wearing nothing underneath. I made sure to cast a sticking spell, so no one will inadvertently see anything they're not meant to see. All my charms are for him only. He relishes the thought that he can put his hand down the deep vee of my neckline to find hard little peaks, or down the back and cup my bare behind. If he had his way, I'd be dressed this way all the time, nothing hindering his access.
I know we will find our way to some dark corner, where he will throw out a notice me not, contraceptive, and silencing spells. He knows that I will soon be crying out his name and he wants no one else to ever hear my gasps of pleasure. His possessiveness always turns me on. He will grab my leg and wrap it around him. He will admire my silver stiletto for a moment. Then his hand will trail up starting from my ankle adorned with his constellation tattoo, wander past my calf, and over my knee til he stops on the inside of my thigh. He will groan when he finds it slick with my anticipation of him. Then his fingers will find my wet slit, and he will move them on my swollen bud exactly the way I taught him when I put my hand over his that first time. He was a fast learner and I don't believe I've ever been brought to satisfaction so fast.
His lips crash down on mine. His tongue deepens our kiss while his fingers fly. My hands go up into his hair. Soon I am moaning so he breaks off our kiss so he can hear my breathy, "Oh god, Draco, oh god…" as he brings me to a frenzied peak.
As soon as his name falls from my lips, that long, hard arousal is free and replaces those fingers. My back hits the wall as he grabs my arse and lifts me so I can lock my legs around him. He thrusts til he is in to the hilt, groaning because he's already drowning in the flood of desire he released.
He rolls his hips so I can feel every single inch of his need. Soon they are rocking and every thrust is balls deep. There is no doubt he's chasing his bliss and with a sharp cry of my name, I'm full and leaking as I milk every precious drop out of him.
I know my dress is ruined. He takes off his jacket and wraps it around me. A quick scourgify ensures evidence of our tryst won't run down my legs as he guides me to an apparition point. It's time to go home where he will properly show his undying gratitude to me for accompanying him to that droll event.
A/N: curious about the dress? It's on Pinterest *FFelle311 under Draco Drabble. Thanks for taking the time to read, I truly appreciate it!