A/N: Katie was the youngest –chaser- in a hundred years, Harry was the
youngest ~ Seeker. Thanks to everyone who is reviewing especially Melle who
has been really supportive.
This chapter is REALLY R. Also it shall hold a few surprises, remember this story is based the summer before Goblet.
Also for some reason I can't get my italic's or bold to work when I upload something can someone tell me how to do it? As you can properly guess I am not the biggest computer fan, nor are they fans of me (one computer went on fire in the university lab while I was using it was VERY weird)
Chapter 7
He stops kissing me and I look up at him my head tilted softly, questioning why he has stopped.
"Are you sure you're ready?" he whispered, I smile at him and I know then that there is nothing more in the world that I want more then him. I nod softly and he leans down and kisses me again, I feel his fingers fight to open the buttons of my blouse, I can feel his frustration and I smile as for a brief moment we break the kiss to pull my blouse over my head. I catch the bottom of his white shirt and pull it off him throwing it to one side. I sigh as I take in the sight before me. A clear six-pack ripples his chest, he is slightly pale, but living in Britain most people are, I know I am. I run my fingernails gently over his chest and feel him pant as he looks down on me; his lips parted just slightly. He leans back down and we kiss again, it is deep and soul consuming. I feel Oliver's hands unclasp my bra and I move slightly to allow him to take it off. Now I can feel skin against skin and it is like fire. He stops the kiss again and lowers his head now to my right breast, he takes my nipple between his teeth and pulls on it gently, the action causes my breath to catch in my throat. His tongue tickles the nipple now causing shockwaves to pass through me, while his tongue works miracles on my right breast; his hand is playing with my left. His short finger nails rack gently the nipple and the sensitive area around it. Oh gods this man is the best ever! As the waves of excitement course through me I feel for the buckle of his belt, I need him.
My fingers are shaking with the pleasure as I finally manage to undo his belt and begin to undo the buttons of his jeans. I can feel him smile against me as I begin to push the jeans down his hips. As I push the jeans off his tartan patterned boxers are pushed with them revealing him totally to me. I can't see it but I can feel it pulse against my stomach. His hands leave my breast and I moan for the momentary lose of contact until he begins to slide the rest of his trousers off. Then he kisses my breast again and he kisses along my stomach until he reaches the band of my black hipsters, his fingers gingerly open them and teasingly he pulls them off tickling my inner thighs as they are revealed. I feel him kiss the scar on my right thigh from where I fell off my bicycle when I was ten. When all that separates us is a thin layer of dark blue satin in the form of my panties, he stops and looks up at me again.
"Are you certain you are ready?" he asks, I am surprised he could even form words, I was pretty sure I couldn't. I reach my hand out to take his.
"I have never been more positive about anything." I say as I pull him back towards me. I feel the satin being pulled away softly, again he is teasing me with his slow movements. He smiles up at me with his dark brown eyes large and black with desire. He kisses me again savouring the taste of my lips and tongue. His fingers are driving me mad with want as they trace wild patterns up my inner thighs working even more slowly to the top where I am now burning with want for him. I moan into him and I roll forcing him to the bottom as I sit on top of him now. I break the kiss and smile mischievously down at him, he looks up at me and tries to sit up to kiss me again but I lean back and slowly slide down his body kissing my way from the small trail of light brown hair at his navel to where he also burns for me. I look at his manhood for a moment and I smile, I have never seen one this close before and I study its appearance, long and smooth. I look up at him and smile as I bite my bottom lip. I look back down at his erection; I take him into my mouth and slowly run the tip of my tongue up the under side, when I reach the tip I flick my tongue. I feel him groan and tense a little as he struggles for control. I take more of him into my mouth and suck while using my tongue to tease him. He moans and I feel myself burn as I hear him call my name in a husky voice. I slowly take him out of my mouth and I look up at him, his eyes are closed as he continues to fight for control, he has balled the sheets in his fists. When he feels that I have stopped he opens his eyes and almost lunges at me taking my lips with a fiery passion I had never known anyone could possess. He rolls me back onto my back and I feel his fingers slip into my folds tickling and pinching my nerve ends until I too have the sheets in my fists.
"Oliver, now! Please!" I say my voice almost faltering with want. He looks up at me and nods as he wraps one of my legs around him, he kisses me again and I taste myself on his lips. He holds eye contact as he slowly enters me. I moan in pain and pleasure as he fills me.
"Did I hurt you? Do you want me to stop?" he says as he sees the wince of pain in my eyes.
"No don't stop. Don't ever stop." I say as I bury my face in his neck. He fills me totally and begins to slowly move in me, slow rhythms as he too grows used to the tight heat around him. His thrusts become painful as he breaches me, but I hide the momentary pain as I gasp with the burning want of having him. He kisses my neck and links his right arm around me, he picks me up a little as I wrap both of my legs around him and his thrusts become more angled. I scream out his name as the waves of pleasure rips through me. I see him struggle to not join me. No he wants this to last longer; I want this to last longer. He moves even faster now and I forget to breathe as the pleasure washes over me again and again, the bed seems to be moving as we tussle the sheets. Finally Oliver goes over the edge and he spills into me, I can feel the warmth run into me. Exhausted he falls onto the bed rolling with me in his arms, he remains inside me, and I am in no hurry to loose the feeling. I slowly lift of him and he moans for the loss of contact. I look down at him and smile, he is sweaty and glistens. I run my hand down his chest and I look down at his penis which shines with our juices; I lick my lips and again take him in my mouth, I feel him again begin to grow hard as I lick the salty juices off his shaft. His hand softly strokes my hair as I lick him clean. When the last of the juices have been licked away, he is hard again. I love his girth in my mouth and I slowly use my tongue and my teeth gently to tease him, he tenses and I feel the warm juices again spill; I lap them up and swallow as he pours into my mouth, warm and salty, when I am satisfied he is finished I sit up and look at him as I lick my lips, he holds his arms out to me and pulls me to him. I lie against his shoulder as he draws patterns with his fingertips on my bare skin.
"I love you Katie." He whispers as he nibbles my earlobe. His hand leaves my shoulder and travels to the burning heat where he had just left. He tickled and eased my legs apart again as he begins to tickle the raw nerve which feels swollen from use. I roll onto his hand while I kiss him softly as he probes deeper with his index and middle fingers. I gasp into his mouth as he brings me to the edge of want again. He slowly moves and I am again blinded by the pleasure he is giving me, I call out his name as the wave rushes over me and I collapse onto his shoulder contented with the world. All thoughts of Banshee's, ghouls, mirrors and Dumas have vanished as I curl up in Oliver's arms and begin to fall asleep.
"I love you Oliver." I whisper softly as I feel him hold me tighter. I knot my legs with his and we fall asleep under the thin white linen sheet. I had never felt as content in all my life as I was then having his strong toned arms around my shoulders.
A knock on the bedroom door wakes us and Oliver slowly rises putting on his trousers as I roll out of the bed to dress half heartedly all I want is to do is stay in bed with Oliver. When we are both dressed we open the door to find Abby trying to hide a smile as we hear noise from the kitchen. I blushed instantly as she winks at me. Instinctively I straighten my hair which must have been all over the place, but I smile back at her as Oliver shifts nervously under his aunt's knowing gaze.
"Since I can see that you two have kept yourselves busy. I have brought the one person I know will be able to help us. You can come out now." She called to the kitchen. A tall thin dark haired man came from the kitchen. I gasped when I recognised him, he wasn't as pale as his pictures, nor was he as scruffy but it most certainly was Sirius Black.
This chapter is REALLY R. Also it shall hold a few surprises, remember this story is based the summer before Goblet.
Also for some reason I can't get my italic's or bold to work when I upload something can someone tell me how to do it? As you can properly guess I am not the biggest computer fan, nor are they fans of me (one computer went on fire in the university lab while I was using it was VERY weird)
Chapter 7
He stops kissing me and I look up at him my head tilted softly, questioning why he has stopped.
"Are you sure you're ready?" he whispered, I smile at him and I know then that there is nothing more in the world that I want more then him. I nod softly and he leans down and kisses me again, I feel his fingers fight to open the buttons of my blouse, I can feel his frustration and I smile as for a brief moment we break the kiss to pull my blouse over my head. I catch the bottom of his white shirt and pull it off him throwing it to one side. I sigh as I take in the sight before me. A clear six-pack ripples his chest, he is slightly pale, but living in Britain most people are, I know I am. I run my fingernails gently over his chest and feel him pant as he looks down on me; his lips parted just slightly. He leans back down and we kiss again, it is deep and soul consuming. I feel Oliver's hands unclasp my bra and I move slightly to allow him to take it off. Now I can feel skin against skin and it is like fire. He stops the kiss again and lowers his head now to my right breast, he takes my nipple between his teeth and pulls on it gently, the action causes my breath to catch in my throat. His tongue tickles the nipple now causing shockwaves to pass through me, while his tongue works miracles on my right breast; his hand is playing with my left. His short finger nails rack gently the nipple and the sensitive area around it. Oh gods this man is the best ever! As the waves of excitement course through me I feel for the buckle of his belt, I need him.
My fingers are shaking with the pleasure as I finally manage to undo his belt and begin to undo the buttons of his jeans. I can feel him smile against me as I begin to push the jeans down his hips. As I push the jeans off his tartan patterned boxers are pushed with them revealing him totally to me. I can't see it but I can feel it pulse against my stomach. His hands leave my breast and I moan for the momentary lose of contact until he begins to slide the rest of his trousers off. Then he kisses my breast again and he kisses along my stomach until he reaches the band of my black hipsters, his fingers gingerly open them and teasingly he pulls them off tickling my inner thighs as they are revealed. I feel him kiss the scar on my right thigh from where I fell off my bicycle when I was ten. When all that separates us is a thin layer of dark blue satin in the form of my panties, he stops and looks up at me again.
"Are you certain you are ready?" he asks, I am surprised he could even form words, I was pretty sure I couldn't. I reach my hand out to take his.
"I have never been more positive about anything." I say as I pull him back towards me. I feel the satin being pulled away softly, again he is teasing me with his slow movements. He smiles up at me with his dark brown eyes large and black with desire. He kisses me again savouring the taste of my lips and tongue. His fingers are driving me mad with want as they trace wild patterns up my inner thighs working even more slowly to the top where I am now burning with want for him. I moan into him and I roll forcing him to the bottom as I sit on top of him now. I break the kiss and smile mischievously down at him, he looks up at me and tries to sit up to kiss me again but I lean back and slowly slide down his body kissing my way from the small trail of light brown hair at his navel to where he also burns for me. I look at his manhood for a moment and I smile, I have never seen one this close before and I study its appearance, long and smooth. I look up at him and smile as I bite my bottom lip. I look back down at his erection; I take him into my mouth and slowly run the tip of my tongue up the under side, when I reach the tip I flick my tongue. I feel him groan and tense a little as he struggles for control. I take more of him into my mouth and suck while using my tongue to tease him. He moans and I feel myself burn as I hear him call my name in a husky voice. I slowly take him out of my mouth and I look up at him, his eyes are closed as he continues to fight for control, he has balled the sheets in his fists. When he feels that I have stopped he opens his eyes and almost lunges at me taking my lips with a fiery passion I had never known anyone could possess. He rolls me back onto my back and I feel his fingers slip into my folds tickling and pinching my nerve ends until I too have the sheets in my fists.
"Oliver, now! Please!" I say my voice almost faltering with want. He looks up at me and nods as he wraps one of my legs around him, he kisses me again and I taste myself on his lips. He holds eye contact as he slowly enters me. I moan in pain and pleasure as he fills me.
"Did I hurt you? Do you want me to stop?" he says as he sees the wince of pain in my eyes.
"No don't stop. Don't ever stop." I say as I bury my face in his neck. He fills me totally and begins to slowly move in me, slow rhythms as he too grows used to the tight heat around him. His thrusts become painful as he breaches me, but I hide the momentary pain as I gasp with the burning want of having him. He kisses my neck and links his right arm around me, he picks me up a little as I wrap both of my legs around him and his thrusts become more angled. I scream out his name as the waves of pleasure rips through me. I see him struggle to not join me. No he wants this to last longer; I want this to last longer. He moves even faster now and I forget to breathe as the pleasure washes over me again and again, the bed seems to be moving as we tussle the sheets. Finally Oliver goes over the edge and he spills into me, I can feel the warmth run into me. Exhausted he falls onto the bed rolling with me in his arms, he remains inside me, and I am in no hurry to loose the feeling. I slowly lift of him and he moans for the loss of contact. I look down at him and smile, he is sweaty and glistens. I run my hand down his chest and I look down at his penis which shines with our juices; I lick my lips and again take him in my mouth, I feel him again begin to grow hard as I lick the salty juices off his shaft. His hand softly strokes my hair as I lick him clean. When the last of the juices have been licked away, he is hard again. I love his girth in my mouth and I slowly use my tongue and my teeth gently to tease him, he tenses and I feel the warm juices again spill; I lap them up and swallow as he pours into my mouth, warm and salty, when I am satisfied he is finished I sit up and look at him as I lick my lips, he holds his arms out to me and pulls me to him. I lie against his shoulder as he draws patterns with his fingertips on my bare skin.
"I love you Katie." He whispers as he nibbles my earlobe. His hand leaves my shoulder and travels to the burning heat where he had just left. He tickled and eased my legs apart again as he begins to tickle the raw nerve which feels swollen from use. I roll onto his hand while I kiss him softly as he probes deeper with his index and middle fingers. I gasp into his mouth as he brings me to the edge of want again. He slowly moves and I am again blinded by the pleasure he is giving me, I call out his name as the wave rushes over me and I collapse onto his shoulder contented with the world. All thoughts of Banshee's, ghouls, mirrors and Dumas have vanished as I curl up in Oliver's arms and begin to fall asleep.
"I love you Oliver." I whisper softly as I feel him hold me tighter. I knot my legs with his and we fall asleep under the thin white linen sheet. I had never felt as content in all my life as I was then having his strong toned arms around my shoulders.
A knock on the bedroom door wakes us and Oliver slowly rises putting on his trousers as I roll out of the bed to dress half heartedly all I want is to do is stay in bed with Oliver. When we are both dressed we open the door to find Abby trying to hide a smile as we hear noise from the kitchen. I blushed instantly as she winks at me. Instinctively I straighten my hair which must have been all over the place, but I smile back at her as Oliver shifts nervously under his aunt's knowing gaze.
"Since I can see that you two have kept yourselves busy. I have brought the one person I know will be able to help us. You can come out now." She called to the kitchen. A tall thin dark haired man came from the kitchen. I gasped when I recognised him, he wasn't as pale as his pictures, nor was he as scruffy but it most certainly was Sirius Black.