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Chapter two – Sweet Succession

She didn't know how he did it. His hands worked like magic on her skin, it felt like she was on fire. Her body, already sweaty from the previous activities, provided extra stimulation when he gently blew on her skin, sending a ripple of delight through her body.

Her mind was on aroused. She felt like she would explode at any minute, and he hadn't even entered her yet. The smile on her lips grew wider when she felt him gently slide his hands down her damp stomach and stopped over her centre. Her body quivered with excitement. He gently began to stroke her sexy folds, already feeling the juices escape through his powerful fingers.

'Inside me, inside me!' He herd her wail, 'your killing me.' She continued.

'You mean like this.' He said, roughly thrusting two fingers inside her swollen centre, forcefully pumping them in and out. She arched her back in pleasure, feeling that she couldn't stand much more. Sensing this and smiling to himself, he manoeuvred his thumb to rest lightly on top of her magic button and began to circle, all the time applying more pressure. With this added stimulation, he knew it would be only seconds before she exploded, all the time her yells of satisfaction exciting him.

Just as she was on the edge and about to cum, he quickly removed his hand from her sticky centre and hopped of the bed.

'What the hell do you think your doing!' she screamed, so close to the edge.

'I need a shower' he shrugged, 'Its Demetri's buck's night tonight.' he said, walking into the ensuite, starting the shower and stepping under the cool, cascading water.

'Aahh' she screamed in frustration. 'I will get you back for this' she said, rolling onto her back and slowly inserting her finger between her legs. 'If he's not going to finish, I'll have to do it myself.'

With this in mind, she began to slowly pump her finger up and down, picking up where he had left off. Not feeling completely satisfied, she inserted a second finger into her damp centre and began to increase the motion. She spread her legs a little further apart, wanting to take more. It wasn't as good as the real thing but it was a close second. Feeling the pressure building inside her, she began to use her own thumb to stroke and press her clit, and, using her other hand, began to twirl her nipple between her fingers, alternating from one to the other. Feeling them harden only increased the sensation between her legs, letting a moan of pleasure escape from her already open mouth.

Propping herself up against the top of the bed gave her the leverage that she needed and she felt that it was nearly time. Spreading her legs as far as they would go and increasing the speed of her thrusts, she tried to take herself deeper, deeper until she finally came, spilling her sweet juices everywhere and screaming in delight, not caring who heard her.

'If you like, I won't bother to show up next time, it seems you can handle things quite well on your own' Draco smirked from the doorway, his member throbbing in his pants. The only thing that turned him on more than one woman pleasuring her self was two women pleasuring each other. She peeled herself off the bed and slowly began to walk into the bathroom, staring at him with those luscious, big eyes.

'Who knows what'll be waiting for you when you get home.' She said, running her hands slowly over her breasts and shutting the door to the bathroom and smirking to herself. 'That will teach him.'

All jokes aside, she really did have to get ready to go out. Draco did have Demetri's buck's night, and that meant that she had Ginny's hens night to go to as well. With this in mind, she herself stepped under the water of the shower, and slowly began to soap down her body and wash her hair. She stepped out of the shower and began to dry herself off, mentally picking out her outfit. Once her hair was back to its original, sensuously curled self, and her make-up was applied she picked out her clothing from the wardrobe. A tight, sexy black singlet, low enough to see her cleavage, and a short black skirt, showing of her sensually long legs. Should she wear underwear? Yes, she picked out a small, black sheer g-string and pulled it on. The shoes were next, black strapy stilettos. Her feet would ache after walking only a few metres, but this was ok, after a while, the pain went and was replaced by numbness. That's what she needed; after all there would be dancing, lots of dancing. After a spriz of perfume, she was ready to go, strutting out of the bedroom.

Draco had already gone, probably couldn't wait any longer but she didn't mind. After the time they had just spent together she didn't mind him not saying goodbye. He hated to be late and anyway and she would be seeing him later, little did he know, and with a loud pop, she was gone.