Chapter 4 - Staying the Night
Narcissa walked out of the fireplace with a satisfied smirk on her face. 'I don't remember the last time I had such a pleasant evening; he continues to surprise me.' As she walked out of the study and headed towards her bedroom, she was so distracted that she was nearly knocked over by Astoria.
"Hello Narcissa, I take it you had a good time then," said Astoria with a knowing smirk.
"Yes, I did," said Narcissa putting her mask firmly back in place to hide her rising blush. Astoria eyed her curiously for a while and then smiled.
"You're falling in love with him." She said knowingly.
"Yes, I believe I am," Narcissa said honestly. "Trust me, I am as surprised as you are." She was prepared for Astoria to laugh or scream at her, but she was stunned when all she got was a deep hug and a whispered, "I'm happy for you."
"I think I need to tell Draco soon," responded Narcissa when Astoria moved away.
"Are you sure?" asked Astoria a bit fearfully. "I don't think he will take it well."
"I can't keep this from him forever, and I don't want either him or Harry to think I'm ashamed or embarrassed by this - relationship," replied Narcissa. Astoria nodded.
"Well you could plan on inviting Harry over for dinner one night this week and tell Draco then. I'll be there to offer my support as well," said Astoria.
"Thank you Astoria, that means a lot. We can talk about it some more after I've spoken with Harry. For now, I'm off to bed. Good night," said Narcissa as she headed for her room. She climbed into bed and quickly fell asleep with a content smile on her face, dreaming of Harry's naked body draped over her as he drove into her greedily. She had to have the house elves change the sheets when she woke up the next morning.
Thursday went by at a snail's pace, and it was absolute torture. She swore time had never moved this slowly before. Friday morning fared a little better, only because she woke up to more flowers and a note from Harry about their 'date' the next day. She was told to dress casually for dinner in Muggle London and was guaranteed that they would return early enough to make the most of their sleepover. Harry had definitely become more flirtatious as they spent more time together and she was enjoying the playful banter between them.
She sent him a quick note back to let him know that she was eagerly awaiting seeing him the next evening and that she looked forward to enjoying the pleasant view she had gotten a glimpse of the last time she saw him. With her note sent she managed to keep herself busy the rest of the day, but when night came, she fell into a fitful, nervous sleep as she thought about what the next evening would bring.
Saturday morning, she had breakfast with Draco and let him know that she likely wouldn't be home for the rest of the weekend.
"You're staying the night with some wizard you just met?" Draco said incredulously.
"Well, hopefully two nights if I can talk him into it," Narcissa responded.
"Are you going to – you know?" asked Draco turning pale.
"Have sex with him? Yes, that is my intention. What else do you expect me to do when I stay the night with the man I am dating. You are an adult now Draco, and I know very well that you are having sex with Astoria even though you aren't married yet, so you have no room to judge me," she replied sternly.
"Well, I don't like it mother. It just feels wrong," responded Draco.
"He makes me happy Draco. That is all that should matter to you," said Narcissa with finality. For the rest of the day, other than a few withering stares, which she easily ignored, Draco didn't say anything else, but he did make it a point to lock himself in his room when it was time for her to leave.
o - o - o - o - o
After getting Narcissa's return note on Friday Harry couldn't help but be distracted at work. He tried to stay focused on picking a project, but his mind kept wandering to how badly he wanted to touch her, to all of the things he wanted, and now might actually have the chance, to do to her. Eventually he picked alternate universe research and then went to the Department of Mysteries library to start some research, gladly letting his mind wander to Narcissa when it pleased.
After work, Harry went over to Kingsley's place for dinner. Harry kept his answers to Kingsley's questions vague and Kingsley kept eyeing Harry in frustration while they ate. When both of their plates were cleared, Kingsley's patience with his young friend seemed to grow thin.
"Out with it Harry, tell me who your new love interest is. You've been sitting there for half an hour with a mad grin on your face making me play twenty questions, I know the date went well and that you've had two more dates since Friday, and I know that tomorrow night she is staying over, but you still won't tell me 'who' she is. Why are you so hesitant to tell me who this woman is?" huffed Kingsley in very rare show of annoyance. Harry sighed.
"It's Narcissa Black," Harry replied quietly.
"Lucius' ex wife? Wow. That wasn't who I was expecting, but I did have a suspicion that it was an older woman since you were being so secretive about it, so I guess I was right about that," said Kingsley with a smirk.
"I wasn't being secretive," said Harry with a scowl. Kingsley laughed.
"You would have shouted it from the rooftop as soon as you walked in the door otherwise," responded Kingsley. It was silent for a moment while they each sipped their ale and then Kingsley continued. "You know, I'm not really surprised. It makes sense," Harry raised his eyebrows at this.
"I had a feeling, that day you came to see me about her financial situation, that if the two of you ever met in a neutral setting there might be a spark there," finished Kingsley.
"I expected you to be more displeased," admitted Harry.
"There will be a lot of prejudice towards her for her husband's actions, and her own inaction. You are probably the only person in the wizarding world that can help dispel some of that and give her a chance at being accepted back into society. The fact that she is choosing to be with you, despite the potential obstacles, tells me that she's not the same person she was with Lucius. You have both been through a lot, and I truly hope that you can help each other heal and find peace and love," said Kingsley with a wink.
"I never realized you were such a romantic," said Harry with a smirk.
"I guess it's a consequence of hanging out with you so much," said Kingsley with a shrug.
"You're saying you picked it up from me? I'm not a hopeless romantic," said Harry as he rolled his eyes.
"How many times have you sent her flowers?" asked Kingsley.
"Three times, but only because I know she likes flowers," said Harry.
"How many times have you taken her dancing?"
"Once, but she likes that to. Wouldn't have done it otherwise," replied Harry.
"Have you searched the Black library for pictures of her?" asked Kingsley knowingly.
"Maybe," Harry said, his smirk turning into a scowl.
"Have you told her you love her yet?"
"Not yet I don't want to sc - wait - you're trying to trick me!" said Harry as he took several deep gulps of his beer. Kingsley laughed as Harry blushed. "Neville said the same thing - about me being in love with her, but I can't be can I- I mean it's only been a week."
"You know, I was in love once," said Kingsley sadly. Harry raised his eyebrows again.
"Don't look so surprised. I was young once too. She died in the first war. Don't start apologizing," said Kingsley waving his hand as he noticed Harry's mouth open. "My point is that I've been where you are. I knew I loved her by the end of my first conversation with her. All the moments after that just confirmed my initial feelings were right and that I wasn't completely off my rocker. It doesn't mean any less just because it happened quickly," said Kingsley. He looked across the table at Harry who was still staring down at the table in embarrassment.
"Don't be embarrassed, Harry. The muggles have a saying that no one falls in love gracefully. It is a fumbling mess for all of us," said Kingsley kindly. Harry laughed at that.
"Well whoever says that has clearly never met Narcissa, she could make anything look graceful," said Harry looking up with a smile.
"Um-hmm," said Kingsley with a knowingly smirk.
"So you quote muggles now as well? Is that another consequence of being my friend?" Asked Harry.
"What can I say, it's a hazardous position," replied Kingsley. Harry rolled his eyes.
"I have no idea why I keep hanging out with you," mumbled Harry.
"Because I'm the only one that will tolerate your brooding."
o - o - o - o - o
Saturday morning Harry woke up more nervous than he had ever been, even before a quidditch match. He had never felt this sort of nervous anticipation when it came to seeing Ginny. It was one of the many signs telling him that this different, that this was more, so much more. Was it love? He thought maybe it was. But he had never loved anyone before, so he could only compare it to the lack of feelings he had for Ginny.
He laid in bed as his eyes widened at the realization of what today would bring. 'Narcissa is staying the night. Oh merlin, I'm going to be lucky if I don't come just from seeing her naked. I know what I'm doing. I've read the books, and it's not like it's my first time, but I'm really hoping this will be different than my times with Ginny. Will it be awkward? Will I get a second chance if I totally screw this up? Stop! Stop thinking light that. Just get up and try not to have a nervous breakdown.'
Harry stretched and dragged himself out of bed. He decided to go for a jog to clear his head and release some of his nervous energy, but the whole time he jogged he kept thinking about how much he would rather be flying. Grimmauld Place was okay, but there was no land. He wanted somewhere that he could go up on his firebolt whenever he wanted and fly around. 'It's time I put some of that money to use and find somewhere I can call my own. I need to put down roots somewhere, and Grimmauld Place still doesn't feel like home.' When his jog was finished, he showered and then called for Kreacher.
"Kreacher, could you go to Gringotts and get me a list of all of the properties available for purchase, that have either a quidditch pitch or a significant amount of land that I could fly around on?" he asked. Harry would go himself, but he knew the goblins wanted to see as little of him as possible.
"As you wish," said Kreacher with a scowl as he popped away. 'Is he annoyed I might be moving. I didn't think he'd miss me honestly.' Harry chuckled as he went down to the kitchen to find something to eat.
Following a hearty brunch, Harry wrote a letter to Hermione asking if she and Ron could come by for dinner one night this week. After that he found it hard to concentrate on anything other than creamy flesh encased in lace, soft fingers tracing across his chest, and plump red lips he could die happy kissing. His musings were interrupted an hour later by Kreacher's return with a large folder of properties, Harry spread them out over the large kitchen table, and kept himself occupied for the rest of day with looking through them.
An hour before Narcissa was due to arrive he went upstairs to get dressed. He opted for a pair of black slacks and a burgundy button up shirt with gold buttons. He attempted to tame his hair and when that was expectedly unsuccessful, he went down to the lounge and had a shot of fire whiskey while he waited for Narcissa.
When he heard the flames blaze to life he moved towards the fireplace. Maybe it was the whiskey that made him so bold, or the agonizing wait to see her again, but the moment she walked through the flames he swooped in and took her in his arms, kissing her fiercely. Narcissa let out a shriek of surprise as she gripped his shoulders tightly for support, but within seconds she was melting into his embrace and eagerly returning the kiss.
Several minutes later, a breathless Harry pulled away, blushing in embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't wait," Harry whispered. Narcissa laughed softly.
"I can relate. It was on my mind as I stepped through as well," she said as she gave him another lingering kiss. "How was the rest of your week Harry, have you kept busy? I hope you've picked your project at least." Narcissa smirked.
"Yes ma'am I have," said Harry as he pulled her in closer, enjoying that he had the freedom to wrap his arms around her waist and hold so intimately. He had always had a weird thing about physical touch, but for some reason he couldn't get enough of the feel of Narcissa. He had just kissed her, and he already wanted to do it again, as well as every second for the rest of time.
"Well, what did you pick?" asked Narcissa in a deep whisper as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips only centimetres from his own.
"I picked alternate universe research," he said as he leaned down and kissed her languidly.
"Hmm, that's sounds very interesting. I suppose you can't tell me any more about it?" she asked.
"There are some things I can share with you in time, but I haven't really been doing it long enough to have anything to share just now," said Harry.
"I understand. Kreacher," Narcissa called as she pulled out of Harry's embrace.
"Yes, Mistress Black," said Kreacher with a bow.
"I have some items laid out on my bed in Malfoy Manor. Would you be so kind as to bring them to whatever room Harry uses?" asked Narcissa. Harry blushed at the proof that she was in fact spending the night, but he swiftly kissed her again to show his pleasure at the idea.
"Of course," said Kreacher, and then with a small pop he was gone.
"You know I have to thank you," said Harry.
"Oh? What for?" asked Narcissa in confusion.
"Kreacher has been much more pleasant since I've started seeing you. He clearly approves," said Harry with a smile.
"Well, I'm happy to help," said Narcissa shyly. They stood in silence for a few minutes. Harry was surprised to see Narcissa looking as nervous as he felt.
"Um – well – are you ready to go?" Harry asked.
"I am," replied Narcissa. "I hope this is appropriate attire?" Harry had been so consumed by the urge to kiss and touch Narcissa when she arrived that he hadn't even looked at what she was wearing. He looked her up and down and had to hold back a groan at how splendid she looked in a grey skirt with a split up the side that reached her thigh and a perfectly cut v-neck emerald top.
"Is there anything you don't look stunning in?" Harry asked.
"No," Narcissa replied.
"I didn't think so," said Harry as he pulled her in for a kiss. When he moved away, he cupped her chin and stroked her cheek gently with his thumb. "You look beautiful Narcissa, truly."
"Thank you, Harry," she whispered. Harry wrapped his arms back around her waist and apparated them to an empty alley near Westminster Bridge. Narcissa gasped in awe when they walked out of the alley, and she saw where they were. They walked through the throngs of people hand-in-hand until they stood across from the millennium wheel.
"You said you wanted to see more of muggle London, so I thought this might be a nice way to see it. I figure you can point out any other places you would like to visit while we are at the top," said Harry as he smiled down at her. Narcissa turned and rested the palms of her hands against his chest.
"It is perfect Harry," said Narcissa as she kissed him softly. Harry could feel the tears on her cheeks as she pulled away and he looked at her in concern.
"Are you okay Narcissa?" he asked as he used his thumb to gently wipe the tears away. "Did I upset you?"
"No, you didn't upset me Harry," said Narcissa with a soft chuckle as she blinked rapidly. "Oh Salazar, you didn't I just – nobody has ever shown an interest in me like you do. It is nice to be cared for." Harry gave her a chaste kiss and then pulled her in for a hug.
"I do care for you Narcissa, very much, and I will spend every day showing you how much I care for you, for as long as you will have me," said Harry sincerely. Narcissa nodded and looked up to give him a genuine, delighted smile. Harry pulled away and took her hand again, leading her to the VIP lounge for dinner.
When the sun began to set, they were escorted to their private pod. Once they got inside Narcissa immediately went to the window to look out over London. Harry watched her for a while, smiling at how open and carefree she seemed. When the wheel started to turn Harry walked over and wrapped his arms around her waist. He put his chin on her shoulder and pulled her back flush against his front. Narcissa hummed in approval and Harry couldn't help but turn his head and kiss her neck softly. He continued kissing and nipping at her pulse point until she started to moan, and he could feel himself stiffening against the small of her back. He put his chin back on her shoulder and watched the sunset.
"What is that over there?" said Narcissa suddenly as she pointed at a tall structure in the distance. Harry laughed.
"I have no idea, I haven't been into London any more times than you," he said as he kissed her head. "Just a minute and I'll find out." Harry reluctantly pulled away from her and was thrilled when he saw matching disappointment in Narcissa's eyes. He noticed Narcissa watching him out of the corner of her eye while she pretended to still be looking out the window and smirked. He walked over and spoke with the server that was currently pouring them wine.
"Excuse me, could you do me a huge favour. We've spent little time in London and have no idea what we are looking at. Would you mind coming over to the window and telling us what major structures are visible from here?" asked Harry politely.
"Of course, sir," said the server.
"And could you do one more thing? Could you write down any place my lovely date points out. I would like to take her to some of the other attractions, but I'm afraid I have a terrible memory," said Harry as he gave the young man a charming smile.
"Sure," he responded as he searched around for a sheet of paper and a pen.
"Thank you," said Harry as he reached out his hand. After shaking the young server's hand, he walked back over to Narcissa and reclaimed his previous position, staring for a moment at the soft smile that played at her lips. When the server approached, he told her to ask her question again.
"What is that building?" she asked curiously.
"That's the Shard," said the server as he made a note on a sheet of paper.
"Anything else you are curious about Narcissa?" asked Harry. Narcissa got an excited gleam in her eyes as she continued to point out fascinating structures around them. When she was done, Harry gave the server a nod and he handed Harry the folded sheet of paper before going back to retrieve their wine. Harry swiftly folded the paper again and put it in his pocket.
Once they had their wine Harry moved to stand beside her. They stood there, side by side, the fingers of one hand entwined while they sipped their wine with the other and silently watched the sun set over London. Harry was pleased that even silence was comfortable between them. Neither felt the need to force conversation, for them simply just being together was enough.
When they got off of the millennium wheel they walked along the river for some time, enjoying the cool night air.
"I saw that young man give you the paper he had been writing on. What's on it?" asked Narcissa in curiosity as they walked. Harry chuckled and pulled the paper out his pocket and handed it to her.
"It's all of the places you pointed out. This way, we know what they are called, and we can go visit them all if you want to," replied Harry.
'I would like that very much," she said as she looked up at him with a hungry smile. "I think it's time you take me home Harry."
Harry gulped at the husky way she said his name and nodded. When they reached a dark area under a bridge, he quickly wrapped his arms around her and apparated them back to Grimmauld Place.
When they reappeared in the master bedroom at Grimmauld place Narcissa looked around and smirked.
"Someone is eager," she said with a smile.
"Yes, I - Uh- I thought that was what you..." Narcissa put her finger to his lips to stop his ranting.
"It is," she whispered and then she fiercely plunged her tongue into his mouth, showing she was just as eager. Harry felt like she was trying to consume him, and he responded in kind. They began an elegant duel of tongues until he was exploring her mouth with his own tongue and nibbling possessively on her bottom lip. Harry let his hands roam down the sides of her dress until he was firmly cupping her bottom. Narcissa moaned into his mouth as her hips thrust against him and Harry gripped it tighter with one hand while the other hand moved back up her stomach until he was squeezing a firm breast that perfectly filled his hand.
After several moments Harry pulled away, breathless. Harry's hand traced the skin of her neck before brushing softly across her cheek and pulling her in for a kiss that was languid and tender. He moved his hands down to the hem of her shirt and pulled away enough to look in her eyes.
*** Beginning of Lemon ***
"May I?" he asked. Narcissa had trouble opening her eyes to look at him and when she did the arousal and longing, he saw there was enough to make him completely harden against her thigh.
"Please do," she whispered as she lifted up her arms. Harry needed no more encouragement than that and swiftly lifted the shirt over her head before doing the same to his own. He took a moment to look at her, frowning when she covered her midsection with her arms in embarrassment.
"Don't do that," said Harry gruffly as he pulled her close and wrapped her arms around his waist instead.
"I'm not a young woman anymore Harry, my body is..."
"Breath-taking," he finished for her, before proving his point with a passionate kiss. "All of you is beautiful to me Narcissa."
"You really mean that," she whispered in surprise.
"I do."
"But you could have any young witch you want," she said.
"Perhaps, but the only witch I want is you. You are easily the sexiest woman I have ever met," Harry replied. He took her hand and moved it to his bulging manhood.
"Do you feel that Narcissa, that's all for you. No one has ever done that to me before, so easily, without even touching me. The way I feel about you, it's - overwhelming and incredible and..." Narcissa cut him off with a possessive, dominating kiss that let him know she understood.
After several minutes he pulled away and kneeled down in front of her. He kissed her stomach tenderly as he reached around and worked the button and zip on the back of her skirt. His lips lingered over the slight bulge left behind from her pregnancy with Draco while he began to push the skirt past her hips. Narcissa gave a quick shimmy in assistance as she moved her hands to rest on his shoulders. Harry pushed the skirt the rest of the way down her legs and then helped her step out.
"Wow," he said as he looked up at her. Narcissa's cheeks flushed, and Harry stood back up to claim her lips as he moved her towards the bed. When the back of her legs hit the edge of the bed, he softly pushed her down before stepping back to remove his trousers. Narcissa eyed him hungrily from her place on the bed and Harry felt himself shiver at the intensity of her stare. When his trousers were gone Narcissa used her hands and the strength of her feet to push herself up the bed while Harry crawled towards her.
When he was finally hovering above her Narcissa scraped her nails down his chest as she kissed him deeply. Harry helped her sit up enough so that he could reach around and undo the clasp of her bra. He slid the straps down her arms and then threw the lace bra to the floor. Harry allowed his eyes to drink in her bare chest, her large breasts rising and falling with each heaving breath, her lush red nipples standing taut.
"So beautiful," he whispered as he rolled a nipple between his fingers, causing Narcissa to close her eyes and moan in pleasure. Harry kissed a trail down her neck and nipped lightly at the skin on her chest. Then he kissed down the swell of her breasts, intermittently licking and blowing over her heated skin. He took his time reaching his destination, and when he got there, he drew Narcissa's hardened nipple into his warm mouth, while he palmed the other breast with his hand. He sucked and licked with abandon before pulling it between his teeth harshly. Narcissa's hips thrust upward as she tangled her fingers in his hair and moaned loudly in encouragement. The sound alone was almost enough to drive Harry over the edge as he tried to stay focused on his task.
He gave the same attention to the other breast as he moved his hands down to remove her panties. She let out another throaty moan as she lifted her hips up, so Harry could push her panties down her toned legs. Once he felt he had given each breast sufficient attention he reclaimed her mouth, tongues sliding together readily. As they kissed, Harry felt Narcissa's hands move around to his waistband and pull downward to remove his briefs. He used his arms to brace himself on either side of her head and lifted his knees up to help, kicking the briefs off the rest of the way once they passed his knees. He gasped and felt his muscles twitch when Narcissa swiftly wrapped her hand around his manhood and behind to stroke him firmly.
"Impressive," she murmured in a husky whisper. Harry took in her dishevelled, flushed expression and groaned as his hips bucked into her centre wantonly. Harry went back to sucking on Narcissa's pulse point, and when he bit down on the creamy flesh beneath her collarbone, Narcissa whimpered and started pumping him with even more fervour. No one had ever made him feel this way before and he was quickly losing himself to her scent, and breathy moans, to the feel of her firm and confident fingers moving against his sensitive flesh. He knew he wouldn't last long much longer if things continued this way, so he pulled out of her hold and put his mouth next to her ear while his hand drew circles around her belly button.
"Narcissa you are - touching you is-" Harry growled in frustration at how hard it was to get the words out. He took a deep breath. "If you want this to last more than a few more minutes you need to stop touching me like that." Narcissa looked at him with a satisfied smirk, as she rolled her hips into him.
"There is always next t - ahh," she moaned out as Harry began to circle her clit with his fingers. "Oh Harry" she moaned as he rolled the swollen bundle between his fingers.
"Were you going to say something Narcissa?" Harry asked as he continued his ministrations.
"Oh-fucking-Salazar," Narcissa moaned as she threw her arm over her eyes and thrust her hips into Harry wildly. Harry grinned as he lazily trailed his tongue down between the valley of her breasts and abdomen as his fingers traced the milky skin of her inner thigh. He paused to watch her stomach muscles twitch in anticipation and then lowered his mouth over her quivering, wet centre. He closed his eyes and breathed in the sweet, enticing scent of Narcissa's arousal. Her frustrated sigh from above him made his grin widen as he ran the tip of his tongue down her heated slit, and then swirled it around her throbbing clit before sucking gently. Narcissa's hips rose as she moved her hands into Harry's messy hair holding him in place. Harry continued to lick and suck as his finger teased her entrance.
"Harry," Narcissa moaned breathlessly. Harry had to squeeze his eyes shut tightly and think of quidditch to keep from coming at the sound of her moaning his name in pleasure. He could feel her breathing beginning to get more ragged as her hips arched and fell erratically. She let out another breathy moan and just when Harry was about to push a couple fingers inside her, he felt Narcissa pressing on his shoulders and he moved away in confusion.
"Please Harry - I - I want you inside me, I want you - up here." She panted. "I want to see you when you make me come," pleaded Narcissa. Harry looked at her sweating, naked body below him, her kiss swollen lips and flushed skin. He knew in that moment that he was hers, and would never be able to deny her anything, not now, not ever. He nodded and positioned himself over her opening. He leaned down and kissed her as he slowly pushed into her. Harry could feel her core stretching to accommodate him, so he waited until he felt her relax before he pushed in further; stopping when he was almost all the way in. He pulled back and then eased forward again feeling her take all of him this time. He moaned at the sensation.
"Narcissa," he moaned softly as he pulled back again and then plunged in deeply, poking his tongue into her mouth at the same time. Narcissa's hips thrust up to meet his as she moaned into his mouth. He set a pleasurable rhythm and when Narcissa began panting into his neck, and drawing blood with the fingernails that were gripping his back, he took that as a sign to pick up his pace. Narcissa wrapped her legs around his waist to take him in further and Harry screamed her name this time as a bolt of intense pleasure shot through his body. He took a breast into his mouth and sucked on it while his other hand found her clit and rubbed it with enthusiasm. When Harry started to feel her walls clench and unclench around him, he looked up to see her eyes tightly shut as she let out little moans of pleasure.
"Look at me," Harry whispered. Narcissa opened her eyes and stared into Harry's bright green orbs swirling with desire and something more. "Come for me Narcissa, let go." And she did, screaming out his name in ecstasy as her orgasm washed over her. A few seconds later, Harry lost control and with a deep thrust he felt himself thickening and then the wave of his climax crashed through him, and he pumped his seed deep inside her. He slowed his motion and kissed her tenderly. When Narcissa's grip on him loosened he stilled and pushed himself up slightly with his arms so he could smile at her. Narcissa pulled him back down for a languid kiss as their heart beats slowed.
After several more minutes of kissing Harry pulled out of her and began kissing his way down her chest again. Narcissa propped herself up on her elbows and looked at him curiously.
"I believe I was in the middle of something when you made me stop," he said looking up at her with his signature grin as his hand began to circle her clit again.
"Oh, Salazar, you're going to be the death of me," said Narcissa with a playful smirk as her head slammed back into the pillow. Her hands clenched the sheets tightly as her hips arched into the tongue and mouth that was bringing her more pleasure than she had ever known.