Chapter 3
Watching the lines of Neville's shirt, Pansy attempted to focus on her gaze on something to distract her. Clenching her hands open and close, Pansy rubbed her hands together before raising her gaze from his back to his neck. Tentatively touching his shoulder, Pansy whispered, "Nev" before breathing in deeply. Seeing Neville shift, Pansy continued, "I'm sorry for not coming to you first. I wanted another woman's input on it, and I didn't realize" before slowly drifting off. Taking a step back, Pansy glanced up to the ceiling and breathed deeply.
Feeling a brush against her cheek, a startled Pansy gasped and quickly focused on gaze on his hazel eyes. Seeing his intense gaze, Pansy pleaded, "I'm so sorry. I didn't realize that my conversation would hurt you." Raising an eyebrow, Neville pointed out, "I'm not mad that you wanted to talk with Hermione. I'm disappointed that my wife didn't want to talk with me. I had to find out by accidentally walking into the house and overseeing your conversation, and I feel some kind of way."
Placing his hands in his pockets, Neville pivoted and walked to the nearest bedpost to lean upon as he reflected on the previous weeks. Not knowing how to approach the situation and discuss it with Pansy, his work experienced emergencies that required his attention, but it took him from home for weeks and months at a time. Understanding his hectic work schedule, Neville crossed his arms and acknowledged, "I understand that I've been absent lately both physically and mentally, but I want to know what's happening in both your and Briar's lives."
Walking to stand in front of Neville, Pansy grabbed his forearms and elbows and agreed, "Yeah, I can do that." Shaking his head, Neville loosened his arms and intertwined his hands with hers before negating, "I want to know why."
Attempting to loosen their grip, Pansy shrieked when Neville switched his grip to envelope Pansy in his arms as they leaned upon their bedpost. "Pans," chuckled Neville, "the issue was sex. You talk with me about everything, but you didn't about this. Why?"
Narrowing her eyes, Pansy shifted her eyes from Neville's to the door behind his shoulder. Chuckling, Neville shifted his body to block her eyesight. Snorting, Pansy argued, "I wanted it to be pre-Briar."
Mimicking Pansy, Neville scoffed and questioned, "What is it?" "You know what I mean, Nev," Pansy muttered with a frown on her face. Seeing that Neville was not about to give her an inch, Pansy admitted, "I wanted to have sex. Do you know how long I've been waiting?"
Storming from his arms, she entered the closet and returned carrying a large flip calendar exclaiming, "I had a calendar. Do you know when the doctor gave us the go ahead to have sex? Do you see those marks," pointing to the calendar days that were marked with a red X. Not noticing that Neville smirked as he moved closer to Pansy, Pansy continued "It's been one and half months since we've been given the go ahead. That's six weeks, Nev. Six weeks to have sex."
"Six weeks," Nev questioned, bumping into Pansy with only the calendar separating them. Gulping a bubble of air, Pansy sassed, "Yeah and I'm horny, Nev." "You're horny," Neville repeated, gripping the calendar and stepping forward until he backed Pansy to the wall. Keeping her eyes locked on Neville's, Pansy moaned and attempted to keep her hold on the calendar until Neville wrenched it from his grasp, throwing it beside them in the corner.
Leaning closer to Pansy and placing one arm over her head, Neville groaned, "You're horny. I'm horny. Let's not wake up horny" before roughly crashing his mouth on hers. Hungrily pushing back, Pansy's tongue pushed past his teeth to the moist space. Gripping and tilting her head to avoid escape, Neville began to wrestle their tongues before slowly sliding his hands down to lift Pansy up on the wall. Sensing the change in pace, Pansy broke the kiss before hooking her legs around his waist while spreading her hands across his chest to undo his shirt buttons and pressing open kisses on his neck.
Grinding their hips together, Neville wrestled his shirt off and threw it behind them before Pansy's hands ran through his hair, and Neville roughly reclaimed her lips in a bruising kiss. Gathering both of Pansy's arms in one hand, Neville sucked on her tongue before sucking her bottom lip into his mouth.
Continuing to kiss Pansy, Neville removed his grip on her arms to secure his hold lifting Pansy to walk to their bed. After bouncing Pansy on the bed, Neville looked at her flushed face and asked, "Want to continue" with his hand paused at his belt. Demanding, Pansy replied, "Yes, I'm going to drain your balls tonight" as she rolled to sit on her knees and began to take off her belt.
After pushing off his pants, Neville gave Pansy a quick, passionate kiss before gripping and removing the belt of her robe, watching as the robe revealed the treasure before his eyes. After lightly tracing a finger along her nipple, Pansy gasped as Neville whispered, "You look so gorgeous right now." Slowly descending upon Pansy, Neville kissed Pansy and slipped his tongue in her mouth before moving his mouth down along her neck. Sliding his hands down to her breast, Neville cupped, squeezed, and caressed it before doing the same to the other side while continuing to kiss along Pansy's neck. Making his way to her nipple, his tongue circled it, and Pansy's back arched off the bed. One hand gripped the bed while Neville began sucking hard on the bud in his mouth with his eyes stuck on Pansy's face. Continuing to lavish her breasts, fireworks began to spread across Pansy. Moving back up to kiss Pansy and stared into her eyes, Neville bit her bottom lip before licking it to chase away the sting.
Looking at Pansy, Neville whispered "Don't close your eyes. I wanna taste you." Biting her lip, Pansy shook her head up and down as Neville moved down her body catching one of her legs and kissed from her ankle to her thigh. Keeping his eyes on her, he slid his hand between her legs into the inner heat of her pussy. Pushing two fingers inside and crooking them, Pansy slapped her hands over her mouth to quiet her moans and rolled her hips. Leaning down, Neville removed her hands and claimed her mouth, capturing her moans as his fingers continued inside of her. Widening her legs, Neville crept down Pansy with his gaze remaining on her face as he lowered and gave one, long lick on her slit.
Holding Pansy's hips in place, Neville repeated and continued to flick and delve his tongue, matching the speed of his fingers. Throwing her hand back, Pansy arched her body as she chased the pleasure. "Fuck, don't stop, Nev," Pansy screamed as Neville continued work her with expertise. Lifting her hips as her legs began shaking, Pansy's hands intertwined themselves in Neville's hair, pushing his head down and demanding more. Not stopping, Neville continued to tongue her clit and thrust his fingers as pleasure enveloped her and an orgasm ripped through her. One orgasm turned into two with Pansy begging. To stop or not, Neville doesn't know.
With one last swipe of his tongue, Neville sat back with overall satisfaction before grunting, "You taste just as great as you look." Fuck. Unable to move, Pansy shuddered, trying to recollect her thoughts.
Kissing his way up her body, Neville stopped at Pansy's belly to give it a few kisses before taking her mouth again. Swirling their tongue, Pansy tasted herself on his tongue, feeling his cock hard and ready on her thighs. Looking into his eyes, Pansy knew Neville would not wait long before giving her what she wanted.