Dreaming Lover
I was surrounded by darkness and I was only borderline aware. For once my mind was completely clear of everything and…I felt as if I was being warmly embraced. I was allowing myself to sink further into that warmth; the embrace strengthened and I heard a pleased growl and God help me I practically purred in response. I was being lavished with caresses; whoever or whatever was holding me was nuzzling my neck and kissing along my jaw. I wasn't aware that I was so touched starved until I moaned. Normally I never allowed anyone but Ron and Hermione (and Mrs. Weasley, I just couldn't say no to her.) to touch me, but even then it was never anywhere near this intimate. So you could see how much of a shock and somewhat embarrassment ( I had never moaned before; unless it was out of pain. So yes…..I was a little out of my comfort zone.) this situation was.
I tried to get a better look at my embracer, but the figure was just a black shadow that practically blended in with the rest of my surroundings. He (the man was pressed against me so tightly I'd figured early on he couldn't have been a female.) was pressing kisses on the corner of my mouth and after a few moments I couldn't take the teasing anymore so I……whimpered. I could hardly believe it, but apparently my mind and my body were on two different pages. My shameless submissive behavior must have tickled him pink because he finally gave up the teasing and slowly descended his lips onto mine. The kiss was slow and gentle, tender even, but it wasn't long before I felt something wet rubbing against my lower lip. It didn't take me long to figure out it was his tongue, but I wasn't sure I was ready to give him access. I mean, I had never been kissed before, let alone in this possibly passionate way; so I wasn't too sure I was ready. However, all my anxious thoughts were immediately swept away when I felt his fingers massaging my pulse point and just like that Harry James Potter was lost.
I opened my mouth eagerly and he seemed just as excited as I was. His tongue left no corner of my mouth unexplored and just as I thought it couldn't get any better, he proved me wrong in the most delicious way. As soon as his tongue touched mine it was like a burst of sensation went off inside of me and I shivered in response. He pulled me closer still, until our bodies were almost perfectly aligned. He was so much taller than me, but despite that, it was as if our bodies were molded for each other.
Just as I was really getting into it, our tongues dancing in the most beautiful way, I was ripped away. It felt as if a force pulled me away from the man's embrace and was dragging me upwards. I tried desperately to return to this man that I had been so intimate with, so I pushed my hand forward trying in vain to reach him. For a second I thought I heard my name faintly being called, but that wasn't important. What was important was that I immediately be returned to my mystery man's arms and then I could answer the calls. I felt a brush of fingers against my outstretched hand and just as we were intertwining our fingers together, once again I was ripped away from him and thrust toward an upcoming light. I vaguely thought I heard my named being called again as I approached the light, but I did hear, loud and clear, a vicious rage filled roar just as I was shoved into the infuriating brightness.
"Harry!"