Author's Note - Smut. Pretty much start to finish. Reader beware...or enjoy. Whatever you're into :) -MM
November 2008
Muggle London, England
Tuesday Night
They made it to the private foyer in record time and piled into the elevator with rushed greetings to Sam. As soon as the doors shut, Lyra pulled him into her and sealed her lips to his. He responded by backing her into the corner of the car, pinning her against the wall with his weight. He reached a hand up to cradle her chin and directed her head to the side to begin working down the smooth column of her throat with his mouth. Lyra arched her whole body into his and breathed out a sweet, airy moan that had Draco unconsciously pressing into her with his hips.
The elevator doors opened and they danced together into the apartment, ripping jackets off one another, almost frantic in their need to touch. They ended up in the living room and Lyra had an idea. She broke herself away reluctantly from a deep kiss and pulled back to look at him.
"Do you want to read me?" She said with hooded eyes. "Just the right now stuff?"
He swallowed hard.
"You scared?" She taunted playfully, biting her lip.
"No I...I just don't want to point my wand at you if I don't have to." He explained honestly. Deserve her...
Her expression softened immediately. She brushed her hand across his forehead to smooth away some hair that had fallen into his eyes. "I'm sorry." She whispered, feeling bad for the impulsive request. "Can I just show you instead?"
His eyes darkened a shade and he fixed her with an intense gaze before giving her a nod.
She led him to the couch and pushed him into a seat. She remained standing above him, his head at the level of her waist. She reached out for him, burying her hands in his hair, letting the silky strands slip through her fingers as she massaged through to his scalp.
He gave a satisfied huff and leaned forward to rest his head on her stomach, his cheek pressed into the thin, silky fabric of her dress. He reached around and placed his hands on the back of her legs, just above the knees. Her hands traveled down, rubbing tension out of his neck and upper shoulders.
After a time, her hands stilled and she simply held him for a few moments. When she shifted uncomfortably on her feet, Draco pulled back, dropping his hands from her legs and looked up at her evenly. She braced her hands on his shoulders and stepped out of her shoes, pushing them aside with her foot. She reached out for one of his hands, which he gave her without hesitation. She then guided it under the hem of her dress and placed it on the inside curve of her upper thigh. He swallowed hard and she noticed the quickening of his breath.
"First time, young man? I know that's not true." She whispered, sliding his hand higher over her smooth skin towards the apex of her thighs.
He said nothing, but she saw the flash of a challenge cross his face. He reached out suddenly with his unoccupied hand and grabbed the back of her other leg hard, pulling her in closer to him. She gasped, then smiled shyly. She dropped her hand from over his and let him take control.
He slid his hand higher on her thigh, at a tortuously slow pace until he encountered the lace of her panties. He used a finger to trace back and forth across the edge before drawing a line down towards her center to rub the outside of her sex. He began making slow circles on her through the fabric, feeling her plump outer lips move aside for him, letting the lacy cloth make contact with the sensitive skin underneath. Lyra tipped her head back and sighed. Reaching out for him, she landed a hand on his shoulder for balance.
As he continued his long assault, he felt her wetness bleed through the barrier of her underwear and christen his fingertips. He gave a throaty chuckle and looked up at her flushed face. "First time, young lady? I know that's not true." He quipped.
She pinched her eyebrows together in frustration and called to him breathily. "Take them off, baby. Please." She said, digging her fingers into his shoulder.
Well...he wasn't going to say no to that. He ran both hands up her tan legs, hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and slowly slid them down. White lace. Very wet, white lace, he smirked to himself. He brought his hands back up to her and wasted no time in rubbing deep into her smooth, bare flesh. She moaned in relief. His skilled fingers playing nimbly over her dripping sex. Her hand on him migrated to the back of his neck where she began scratching her nails through the fine hairs at his neck. Everything about her felt so good to him that he thought he could come just from doing this. Well...maybe not, but he'd be glad to die on that hill giving it an honest shot.
Lyra began moving her hips in little circles to augment his actions. She had a beautiful flush on her cheeks that spread down her chest to disappear under the neckline of her dress. He leaned back and she followed him dutifully. There was no chance she'd be letting him go now. He reached his free hand up to mark a trail from her collarbone, down between her breasts. He could see the outline of her nipples straining against the fabric so he reached for one, rolling it gently between his fingers. The effect on her was devastating. She bucked her hips hard, nearly dislodging him from between her thighs, gave a full throaty moan and Draco felt a fresh onslaught of moisture from her core begin to drip sinfully down his wrist.
She reached up behind her neck and grabbed the string that held up the top of her dress, pulling out the knot. The airy fabric cascaded down, stopping at her waist but, revealing her chest to him. Her breasts were small but firm and marked by the most delicious pink nipples he'd ever seen. They hadn't changed at all. He reached up and ran his free hand over one of them, marveling at the way she pressed herself into his touch.
She sighed gently and abruptly stepped back from him all together. He sat there shocked by her retreat, his hands in his lap, one glistening from her arousal. She looked at him darkly before launching herself into his arms. She mounted him, wrapping her legs around his waist which sent her skirt bunching around her hips. She could feel the textured fabric of his shirt rubbing against her breasts and the sensation was a welcome tease.
He found her mouth with his and captured her in a frenzied kiss. He leaned further back into the couch pulling her with him. He could feel the heat from her through the fabric of his trousers and the sensation sent him grinding into her, his clothed erection teasing her exposed center. She moaned and dragged her hands out of his hair to fumble with his belt and zipper. She made quick work of it and pulled him out.
He was so long. And heavy. She'd forgotten. Ok, That was bullshit. She hadn't forgotten. She loved it. She pumped him a few times and then pressed up against him with her groin, placing him in between her outer folds and moving her hips to slide him through her flesh, coating him with her juices. The action earned her a string of invective curse words from her lover beneath her and she sighed heavily, relishing the sensation of his hard cock teasing her clit and being so close to where she wanted him. She grabbed behind his neck for purchase and reached down for him before elevating her hips and guiding him into her body.
She was holding her breath. They both were. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and brought her forehead to his, staying still a moment to savor the momentary burn and delicious fullness of having another person inside her. He was iron stiff, but so warm and smooth. He hadn't changed at all. She caught her breath and pulled back to look at him, smiling at his flushed face and stunned expression.
He was unprepared for the feeling of being inside her again. Feeling her warm, silky heat surround him . Smelling her skin, her arousal. Feeling her wetness bathe him completely and drip down into the curls at the base of his cock. No. He was definitely unprepared. He forgot how to breathe. He felt an electric jolt through his body when she gently nuzzled her nose into the space behind his ear.
"Breathe." She commanded in a husky voice. "You're no good to me dead." She said before pulling back for a gentle, slightly shaky kiss.
Lyra rocked her hips against his experimentally.
"Gods, Lyra. You feel incredible. So good," he groaned, dropping his head back onto the couch.
She set a middling pace, retreating then returning like the tide, to crash into him. Her body was telling her to ride him hard but she wanted to take her time, not that she expected to last very long. She wanted to savor this. She'd only get to break their long separation, feel him again for the first time once. She wanted it burned into her memory.
He supported her lower back with his hands and encouraged her to bend her back away from him so he could reach her breasts with his tongue. He lavished attention on her nipples, drawing ever more needy and desperate sounds from her as she writhed above. He could feel her pussy tightening around him. She was getting close. Thank Merlin. He was done for soon.
"Draco?" she breathed lifting herself up and bringing them back together grinding herself on him slowly.
"What, love? What do you need? I'll give you anything you want." He admitted, pulling her close. That was too much. Too honest, he thought to himself.
She let out a soft whine at the sweetness of the his words before responding. "Take me to bed."
He lifted them instantly, his hands under her ass and moved them down the hallway to the bedroom, never leaving her body.
He set her down on the bed, reluctantly pulling out of her with a hiss. She removed her dress quickly and laid back looking up at him dazed.
"Off," she said motioning at his clothes.
He shed them with purpose and stared down at her. She was sprawled out like a goddess beneath him; hair loose, chest heaving, cheeks flushed with life. His eyes traveled down to her sex, glistening and pink, begging for him to return to her. He couldn't take it. He fell on her like the rain, going everywhere at once. He gave her a short but deep kiss before sliding back inside her.
He set a faster pace that would have both of them losing their minds in minutes, maybe sooner. Lyra was wild beneath him, raising her hips to meet each push, grabbing at his shoulders, his hair. He thought he had it together acceptably well until she started talking to him. Then he was finished.
"Oh my god, baby. Please. Don't stop." She cooed. "It's so good. I need you. I need you. I need…
Dammit. She's too perfect. Too sweet. I can't...
"Lyra, I'm gonna come. What do you want? Where..." He whispered urgently.
"Inside me. Inside me. Oh god Draco." She babbled, mindlessly.
His brain exploded. He buried his face in the side of her neck and moaned deliriously as he pumped his release into her. He felt her contract around him, pulling him further into her body.
As she came, she instinctively angled her hips up towards him to savor the warm rush that spread deeper inside her with every pulse of his cock. She pulled at his waist to bring him in closer and let her cries fill the room shamelessly, her vision swimming with stars.
He collapsed down onto her in the aftermath, his head tucked into the crook of her neck, sweat gluing them together. Lyra was running her hands up and down his back softly to soothe him. They spent several blissful minutes breathing together, still connected. He lifted his upper body off her, balancing on his elbows and looked down at her, his expression unreadable.
"I…" he paused to think. "We're doing it again later." He he said, resolutely before he collapsed back down onto her. He enjoyed the shiver of vibration that her subsequent peel of laughter sent through their joined bodies.
"Was that not good enough for you, Frog?" She asked, running a hand through his hair in a manner that made him purr.
"You're not falsely modest, and neither am I. It was bloody amazing and you know it. For the rest of my life I want only to be sleeping, eating or fucking you...and I'm happy to multitask some of those things." He mumbled into her shoulder, matter of factly.
"So, what do you want to do now? Eat or sleep?"
"Mmmm...sleep." He said, nuzzling in to her.
"Can we amend your list to include bathroom time?" She inquired.
"Consequence of the eating, impedes the fucking. So I suppose we can."
"How about now?" She asked, with a smile in her voice.
He grumbled but reluctantly pulled out of her with a sigh and helped her up, ushering her into the bathroom with a kiss on her forehead.
