Hush
By Diet Cigarette
Ginevra stepped backwards as he slowly advanced. She felt hunted, prey-like. Feeling the crisp painted wall compressing against her back, she could reverse no longer. His pasty teal eyes were cold, and misty as he stared her down, until there was mere centimeters between their bodies. He towered over her small frame, riveting down.
She felt no fear. She rarely felt anything at all at these times. The duo's gaze was clocked for what made moments seem like forever. Draco slowly brought his hand up to shoulder length, bringing his flushed fingertip to rest upon her skin.
His touch was fire, and as he traced down her forearm, he insisted upon leaving a burning trail of euphoria. Her breath caught in her throat as he made a small circle around the area he had recently bruised.
"I apologize," He whispered, so nigh that his feverish breath pressed against her flushed cheeks. Ginevra was at a loss for words. Draco had never admitted to remorse since she had first spoken to the boy, who was now standing before her a man.
Her honey eyes still hadn't broke from his; his smooth touch still enflamed. She hungered to be engulfed in his sensual touch, if only for a second. She had concentrated upon his contact that the fact that his lips were a movement from her own hadn't manifested in her mind yet.
Hesitant, she did not respond immediately, in which Draco grew impatient, pressing his demanding mouth upon her smooth, unexpecting lips.
Her eyes closed without delay, as his lips slowly moved in a rhythmic fashion; his moisture allowing their lips to glide together without the faintest lurch. Her tongue now seemed to have worked on it's own selfish accord as it slide a crossed his lower lip in desire, in lustful impulse.
He graciously accepted with the parting of his lips. She pressed her tongue into his mouth, fighting a loosing battle against his thick tongue, seeming loosing control with every passing moment. Her hands found their way into his growing blond hair, pulling slightly as his own snaked around her waist,; sliding her closer and closing the already small gap in between the two.
Their tongues entwined, coupling together and sliding to each one's delight. Ginevra couldn't help but realize it felt as if she were kissing him for the first time. He savored her sweet taste as he took his time exploring her mouth. His hands squeezed her waist, his lustful needs arising.
Adrenaline pumped through her veins as she felt his fingers dig slightly into her dimpled lower back. Ginevra moaned into his kiss, her back arching and her breasts pushing upwards, craving attention. She inhaled greatly as he pulled back, taking a second to glance down to her swollen lips.
For a moment, she thought he would kiss her once more, but was mistaken as his lips moved to her jaw line, leaving a trail of small soft kisses to her neck. Nipping slightly at her collarbone, socking hard for a pure sensational moment until he continued his expedition downward.
She used her hands to shoo him away so she might free her chest from her blouse, but Draco paid her no mind, unbuttoning her shirt with expert and seductive speed. He pulled away at her bodice, it was soon after her bra was discarded to the floor. She took this time to strip the blond of his own garment, hauling it above his head and tossing it to the side without concern or disregard to where it landed. Admiring his bare, muscular chest, she ran one finger down the middle, onto his belly button, manipulating a shiver out of the man.
Taking a hand from around her waist, he brought it to cup her left breast, pinching and stimulating her warm nipple between his fingers. She gasped, in which he hushed her with a abrupt peck.
His lips were once more venturing below, as he took her into his mouth, teasing her as the sexual humidity in the air grew foggy. The hand that was gently adhering to her breath moved down her smooth and exposed stomach, taking in the texture in feel of her milky skin. If she wasn't mistaken, she could almost of sworn that she seen the slightly smile upon his guise.
Ginevra could not help but notice the amount of attention he was paying her body, and curiously wondered how long he had been waiting to touch her in the way he was now.
Her thoughts were cast out of existence as she felt his worn hands hastily working at her pant's button, and instead of fearfully recoiling to his desires, she pushed her pelvis area forward so that he might quicken his pace.
Drawing her pants down to her ankles, Draco decided it irrelevant to slide them off her body completely, and his eyes were draw her laced knickers. With a wicked smirk, he stood back to his feet, and crashed his lips onto hers once more, distracting her with his insatiable flavor as his hands stealthy ran down the rim of her remaining thread.
He pushed the stitched hem aside, bringing his cold fingers in contact with her moistened, hot body.
She gasped. "Draco," Ginevra pleased, drawing out his name. He said nothing, as his finger pushed against her soaking lips. He controlled his actions, she could tell. She wanted him to completely ravish her petite figure, but he was taking his time, drowning every touch with awaited bliss.
She didn't open her eyes as she arched her back further against the wall, his dewy lips playing with her collarbone once more. Her head pressed against the wall as he brushed against her clit. She moaned, her muscles clenching as she craved more. There was a small pulse circulating through her body, an animalistic desire to be taken and violated. She was too far into her life, know as sadistic and cruel to concern herself of he newly found fondness and attraction to having Malfoy pollute her body.
Unspeakable notions flared through her head. Perverse and fiendish, she found they heightened her arousal. His touch kneaded her privates, and unexpectingly, as if to intentionally catch her off her guard, she felt his fingers thrust inside her. Her jaw dropped as he muscles once again constricted in indulgence. She felt her eyes attempt to squint but she kept them ajar, fixed upon Draco's own, feeling the intimacy through their gaze.
Ginevra, unable to bear the thought of another moment without his entire touch, worked her arms down to his own belt, unbuckling it with impatient ease, yanking it from around his waist with a small swipe, and throwing it to their feet.
She could feel the hard budge surrounding where her hands work. It was her bounty, her ambition. She was so consumed by the thought of Draco, she embraced the fact that she had forgotten about her failed task. He watched her, fighting his raging instincts to seize her body, and take her that instant. Instead, he kept his cool posture, and watched her with mental anguish that she was not working faster. His pants dropped to the ground, and he kicked them off with a stiff and hunter like stance.
"Ferret," She chuckled slightly, looking up to his face as he stood before her, bare with the exception of his boxers. Her heart leapt into her throat with a sense of nervousness, yet excitement. Running a thin finger down his cheek, he pressed his prickly jaw against her touch as he fought ever more to control his actions to steady, controlled movements.
He brought his hands to caress her shoulders, slowly moving down to her arms, waist, feeling her curves, and testing her touch. Draco admired her round breasts, as he took a step closer, his hot body pressing against her own, both their body heat's rising.
With a hungry look in his eyes, he demandingly pressed his mouth on hers for one of the many kisses they would share that night. He was harsh this time, more for himself than concerned with his wants. She is the Draco she knew, she wanted.
The budge that she once laid eyes on was prodding her lower waist since she was incredibly shorter than him, but her height seemed not to phase him as he worked his tongue around hers, twisting and entwining it with her's.
His hands fell down her waist, and down to her laced knickers, he pulled them down with a quick stroke. She smiled into his lips as she reacted by doing these actions upon him as well. They both found themselves kicking off their unmentionables, and she took this time to let her eyes wander to the place she was always curious about. She felt his cruel gray ones upon her body, inspecting her as though for the first time.
He was big, his white blond hair framing his long member, while she noticed a small vein protruding. A small shiver ran down her shine, not from the cold wall in which she was used to, but the chill of a yearning, and hunger.
He pressed up against her again, in which Ginevra took the initiative, or rather instinct, to took a hold of him in her palm, stroking him as her eyes moved back up to meet his. He did not want to reveal the pleasure she was delightfully giving him, so he gritted his teeth to hide the fact that his insides were turning out. Contemplating whether to move to the bed or not, he decided to not waste his time, and brought their lips together.
Ginevra felt his leg slide between her thighs, and hoist her up to his height. He gripped her body around the waist and held her up as he broke their playful tongues to position himself between her legs. Her body was hot, and flushed as she felt her heart beating in her stomach.
Without advanced warning, he thrusted himself into her, causing Ginevra to take a hold of her bottom lip with her teeth, eyes squinting. Nevertheless, the awareness of a knot in her stomach was a one of tangible enjoyment, a feeling that was rare to her.
Draco settled for a moment, finding a more adequate region, rather than giving her time to adjust. After only a second, his hands were gripping at her bottom, pressing into her further, and pulling out with a slow start, but his moments wound up after moments of ecstasy.
Her head pressed against the wall as her closed off eyes were pulled tight. Faintly, she could hear his pleasured growls, whilst she could barely make out her own whimpers that she fought to keep in. For some odd reason, even as she wanted this, she did not want Draco to have the upper hand. It was a little late for that, she realized as she recalled that she was now pinned against a wall by the man.
Her scarlet hair bounced with his movements, a salty taste slowly flowing onto her tongue in tiny quantities. Her lips was now punctured just slightly from her nip, in which she removed her bite, and felt the sting. Draco, noticing this, pressed his moist lips against hers, tasting her warm blood, his pushing movements making it awkward as they're lips remained locked.
She didn't think anything, she couldn't as she concentrated on the pressure within her, the amazing pressure that made her entire body weak with felicity. Their exasperated gasped grew more frequent as he forcefully continued to slam himself into her; her thighs bruising and her back arching.
They reached their climax with a gasp, and a growl, and he slowly pulled out as her rigid breaths gasped for breath like a fish from it's lake. She felt a mixture of their juices sliding down her leg. Ginny would've been disgusted, Ginevra was satisfied beyond belief, too caught up in the moment to care.
The musk of their sweaty bodies filled the air, as they slid to the cold and polished floors, exhausted. For a moment, in the back of her mind as she laid her damp figure upon his, she almost compared his performance to Harry's, but the ideas were quickly pushed aside before the conclusion
"Draco?" Ginny asked after a few moments, lifting her head up to meet his gaze.
"Mm?" He lazily replied.
"Do you love me?" She almost chuckled, almost. He raised his eyebrow, as if questioning her sanity.
"No, don't ruin the moment, Weasley," He told her, his forehead wrinkling I confusion.
"I didn't mean it like that, you git," She growled for him even contemplating the idea of her loving him. "I just always thought I'd save myself for the man I loved,"
"You haven't exactly 'saved' yourself, you realize that? I mean, shagging Potter until his eyes popped out doesn't constitute for saving oneself," He quipped, the traditional smirk arriving on his delicate features.
"You know what I mean," Ginevra replied, rolling her honey eyes as she picked herself up.
Yea, so this story officially M now. :P
The next chapter might take me a bit. I'm confused on where to go from here, but I certainly have an idea. I hate the word penis and dick, so forgive me if I refrain from using them. :D