This chapter is a little long. Forgive me, I ended it when I thought there was a good story break. More smut. Keep reading and reviewing. Thanks!
He woke first and rose to make breakfast. He slipped on a robe and conjured one for her which he placed on the couch next to her. He saw the carpet was torn where she dug in last night. He cursed under his breath kneeling to finger the shreds of ruined carpet. He stood up and walked into the kitchen area to begin the contraceptive potion and breakfast. He felt great; better than he had for months.
She groaned and rolled over. When she finally opened her eyes, she gasped. She didn't know where she was sleeping. It took her a moment to realize she wasn't wearing anything, and she had left a club with a man.
"Good morning," he said when she sat up. She flipped around quickly enough to make her dizzy.
"There's a robe on the couch if you want to cover yourself. Breakfast is ready, as well," he added placing plates on the small dining table. She took the robe and put it on. It fit perfectly. She finally remembered everything when she got to her feet and saw the carpet.
"Um…did we even exchange names last night?" she asked moving to a chair beside the table.
"No, we didn't," he said quietly pulling her chair out for her, then taking his own seat. They ate in silence, after the cringing groan of drinking the nasty potion. She finished first and excused herself to the restroom. He cleared the table and rubbed his temples when the shower turned on. He kept getting flashes of her covered in steaming water. He just couldn't take it anymore. He stalked to the bathroom and mumbled the spell to unlock the door. He moved into the steaming room, and slid the robe from his broad shoulders.
She felt him unlock the door, but she couldn't make herself think straight enough to realize muggles couldn't do that. All she could think about was his dark body in hers. She could sense him standing right on the other side of the curtain.
He pulled the curtain back just enough to let him slip in beside her pushing her back against the wall of the tub. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his lips tenderly. He put his hands on the small of her back and began to knead it drawing small moans from her mouth locked on his. He lifted her up like she weighed nothing and pressed her harder against the wall lining her up for his rock hard entry of her. He found his mark and let her weight bring her up to his body. The water washed over them both. She let out a small sigh as her body opened up for his size. She shuttered when he began to lift her up. He didn't know it would feel so good to have her body rubbing against his. He didn't even know her name! Everywhere the couple touched fire jumped between them. It seemed to scorch them both. He pulled her up as far as he could and still be in her then let her fall back to him in a thrust so intense it threatened to collapse his knees where he stood. She could barely touch the floor, but she wanted to change position. So she set her feet, best she could, on the floor and turned with him still deep inside her. She pressed her palms to the wall, but he lifted her off her feet again. This time he put her palms to the back wall, and bent her over for a better angle. Her legs spread to the edges of the tub, and he pushed as hard as he dared, then pulled back.
She fought so hard not to squirm, but the sensations were driving her wild. She groaned when he began his thrust back in, inch by dizzying inch. Three more thrusts and she thought she was going to burst from the pressure building in her core. His breathing was beginning to grow harsh and ragged. Surprising, she could hear him. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he didn't know if he could hold on much longer. She held on but just barely. He thrust one last time as hard as he could without caring if he hurt her or not, and spilled every last drop of seed in her as she creamed his whole length.
They slid down to the floor of the tub. He turned her into his arms and held her for a few minutes in the warm water. The water would have been scalding to anyone who hadn't had sex with the little ball of fire in his arms, but to him, it was just warm. She shivered under the water. It never occurred to him that she would feel the water as cool. He turned protecting her from the spray, and turned a lot of the cold out of the water, until it almost scalded him, but she stopped shivering. He couldn't figure out why she meant so much to him. She enjoyed the attention, but didn't know why she was getting it. The water was finally warm to her. When she lifted her head from his chest, she gazed lovingly up into his eyes. He returned her gaze just as full of love. She couldn't help the smile that spread across her face. She leaned up and kissed him with all of the emotion her tired body could muster. He kissed her back with all the love she showed him. They kissed until the water started to cool off again. He looked up at the showerhead and laughed.
"No more hot water," he said kissing the top of her head. She laughed, too, and got to her feet with him helping her up. He turned the water off, and they stepped out onto the cold tiles. She yelped leaping into his arms when her feet touched the floor. He caught her laughing, "Are you alright, princess?" Her body was draped in his arms as she looked accusingly at the floor.
"No, that floor is freezing!" she mewed up at him, pouting her bottom lip. He laughed again taking her lip between his teeth gently. He suckled her lip and watched her golden eyes flutter closed. He then took her whole mouth in a kiss that if she'd been standing, she would have fallen to the floor. She broke the kiss way before she wanted when she caught a slight breeze from the air conditioning across her bare wet skin. She shivered as chill bumps started appearing on her body. He stood her on the icy floor and grabbed a big fluffy towel. He wrapped her whole body in it and started rubbing her arms with it. She smiled warmly as he leaned in to kiss her on the forehead. He then snatched a towel off the rack beside him to dry off, too. When they were dry, she looked a little embarrassed as she looked up into his handsome face.
"What is it, princess?" he asked placing his hands on her hips.
"I have no clothes. The ones I came here last night with seem to have vanished," she bit her lower lip glancing away from his green eyes.
"I think I might have something in my room that might fit you. They're my…um…ex's. Sorry," he blushed a little looking away as well. He realized he felt nothing for the girl that had dumped him. He never truly loved her. It was nothing like what he felt for the girl before him that he had taken to calling Princess. She looked at him then and felt something real tug at her heart.
"Your ex? Was she pretty?" she asked hesitantly, not wanting an answer.
"I would have said so before I met you, but now, no she's nowhere near pretty, Princess. Now, let's get you some clothes; and me, too," he said pulling her into a warm hug. They walked into his bedroom, and she sat down on his bed. He pulled out a small shirt and a pair of jeans. He mumbled something before he handed her the clothes apologizing for not having under garments. She stepped back into the bathroom to get dressed.
Once inside with the door closed, she conjured up some under clothes and makeup. She dressed and liked how the clothes fit her curves, and the color wasn't bad either. When she emerged from the bathroom, she felt beautiful. He was in the kitchen cleaning up from breakfast. She watched the planes of his back ripple under the tight black shirt with the scrubbing motions. She felt something crackle through her body, and she saw black scorch marks where her fingers rested on the wall. She stole a look back at the perfect guy washing dishes at the sink, and then she mumbled the spell to make the marks go away.
He turned around when he heard her step onto the floor in the black high heeled boots she conjured. He checked her out from the eyes to the floor. He whistled, looking at her.
"You look damn good, Princess. Almost good enough to eat," he growled stepping up to kiss her.
"You look pretty good yourself, big boy," she answered before their lips found each other. The kiss stole her breath and his. They allowed their hands to travel along very familiar paths. Her round buttocks fit perfectly in his hands, and his pecks fit superbly in her palms. They began to moan softly as they moved to the living room. They began to sink to the floor, but when his hand grazed the shredded carpet fibers, he stopped and pulled back.
"What's wrong, baby?" she purred looking slightly sulky.
"We've already shredded the carpet once. I really don't want to shred more of it," he laughed smiling down at his beautiful princess.
"Can we use the bed, then?" she asked cocking her head to the side to gaze directly into his green eyes.
"Perfect," he growled lifting her to him like she weighed nothing. She wrapped her legs around his waist when he straightened up. He walked to the bedroom and dropped her on the sheets gently, and then he laid his body over hers. The kisses fell on her neck and chest softly. Her hands ran over the plains of his back, and they moaned together.
Just when they were about to whisk their clothes away, there was a knock on the cottage door. With a growl and a groan, he lifted himself off the bed and went to the door. She sat up and followed him into the living room pouting. He looked pale staring out at the doorstep.
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