TITLE: Wordless
FANDOM: Harry Potter – James
CHARACTERS: James/Lily
PROMPT: (038) Touch
WORDCOUNT: 477
RATING: R
A/N: Trying a new style. Tell me what you think.
Skin, soft and smooth under his touch like yards of silk. Body arching beneath him with every caress of his hand. Mounds cupped in his palm, peaked and eager, sensitive to every light brush. Fingers running through his hair and down the slope of his spine, a tingle in their wake. The light scratch of nails making him shiver. Her hair, thick in his hands, as vibrant as she is. Across his skin ghost dreamy sighs. He captures them with his mouth.
Her lips are yielding, full and pliant. Her tongue is slick against his. Nip of teeth, soothed again, nerves quivering in the wake. Mouths trail away, following paths across jaw and neck, lathing and sucking. Her hands clutch him close as he nibbles her collarbone. He follows the curves of her body like a map, reads the prickling goosebumps of her flesh like Braille. She is needy and urgent. She clutches at his shoulders, drawing him up, the press of her lips at his throat and chin and cheek and nose and temple and lips.
Limbs wrapping him tight, and he rocks against her, the slide of sweat and skin between them. The swell of her breasts rise and fall with each heavy breath. Words whisper across his cheek like the brush of a gentle touch, entreating and commanding at once. He assents blindly, moving by feel alone. Fingers slide past coarse hair to the wet heat beyond. She feels soft, warm and moist and slippery. Tighter she curls around him, urging him on. Pounding in his veins, throbbing of his erection, desire coiling round and round.
Slipping between her labia, engulfed in pulsing heat. Her hands are everywhere at once. Trailing over his buttocks, through his hair, across his chest, gripping at his shoulders. He thrusts. Pleasure rippling along the length of his cock. Feel her needs in the strength of her grip, legs around his waist. Moving faster, harder, he needs it too, plunging into her again and again as he feels something indefinable unfurl and grow taking over his muscles and sinews and all he feels is her sheathing him fully accepting him loving him receiving him wanting him until it explodes in a burst of sensation across every nerve.
She trembles around him, one touch from the edge. A touch, and she spirals into quivers and sighs. Her nails dig into the flesh of his arms. Feet gently rub the curve of his backside as they slide off. She relaxes around him. Carefully he pulls free, a little lost without her encompassing presence, but sated. They curl under the covers. Communicating wordlessly, a tender stroke for her name, a kiss for I love you. She caresses his cheek, his eyes closing at the touch. The sensation of her pressed flush against his body saying everything that doesn't need to be said.