Author's Note - More smut. Sorry, couldn't help myself. Hang in there, non-smut readers, we'll be back on to plot next chapter! -MM
November 2008
Muggle London, England
Wednesday Morning
Draco woke from a deep sleep, reaching for her immediately, and found himself alone in the large bed. The clock on the nightstand told him it was half past two in the morning.
Shit, he thought. He was worried that she had run, regretting what they'd done. The thought made his stomach churn. Maybe he should have stopped her. Pushed back. It was too soon, too much. He flashed back through images of her working above him, throwing her head back, calling his name. He didn't regret it. He couldn't. She was magnificent. The years had made her more skilled, more assertive. She was still her, all frantic passion and grabbing hands, but now she seemed more willing to take what she wanted from him. It was irresistible. He wanted to give her everything, and watching her come undone was a quasi-religious experience.
He got up, shaking the grogginess from his head, and trudged over to his closet to pull on some boxers. He padded out to to the living room and found her on a stool in front of one of the side windows, wrapped loosely in a sheet tucked under her arms. Her hair was effortlessly mussed in that perfect way that only sex can achieve. Her lovely tan legs, peeking out from the sheet, were tucked into the side of the stool. She had an apple in one of her hands and Draco could hear muffled noises coming from outside the window she gazed through.
He approached her slowly, unsure of what to say. He came up behind her and brought his hands loosely onto her waist, letting his chest brush her back.
She jumped initially at the the contact but then pushed back into him. Without looking up, she lifted her apple above her head to offer it to him. He circled her little wrist with his hand and brought the fruit to his mouth, taking a bite.
"What are you doing, sweetheart?" He asked, in between chews of the tart apple.
"Couldn't sleep," she grunted softly. "Came out here for a snack, but then I got distracted by Tommy and Joanna here," she explained absentmindedly.
"What?"
"Tommy and Joanna," she said pointing out the window.
He looked out the window to see two people, a man and a woman, shouting at each other on the street below. "I see," he said reservedly.
"Well. It would appear that Joanna is upset with Tommy because all he cares about is his his job and making partner at the firm," Lyra said, as if she was explaining a movie plot.
"YOU'RE NEVER HOME!" Draco heard 'Joanna' scream out to the man across from her on the sidewalk.
"WHY WOULD I WANT TO BE! ALL YOU DO IS COMPLAIN!" 'Tommy' fired back.
"Tommy seems like a dick. He's drunk," Lyra mused.
"Mmm-hmm," Draco replied, wrapping his arms fully around his little witch, nuzzling the top of her messy hair with his chin and looking out to watch the handsome young couple implode across the street.
"WELL I SLEPT WITH DANIEL!" Joanna shouted at her mate, who moved to brace himself against the facade of the ornate plaster building they were arguing in front of.
"Oh shit!" Lyra said, in genuine shock.
"That's not good," Draco agreed.
They watched the couple argue quietly for a few more minutes and then miraculously embrace and start kissing furiously on the sidewalk.
"Whaaaaaaaat?! No way!" Lyra exclaimed, her voice muffled by apple pieces.
"Joanna must be a smooth talker," Draco postulated.
"Huh. Maybe," Lyra replied, turning on the stool and allowing her sheet to slip from under her arms to her waist, which would've exposed her breasts to him, but her long dark hair obscured them from his view.
She grabbed one of his hands and shoved her half eaten apple into it carelessly, leaving him looking nonplussed. His expression changed quickly, however, when she began using her small palms to trail over his chest and the planes of his stomach as he stood in front of her.
She leaned in and started pressing soft kisses into the skin of his upper abdomen as one of her hands scratched gently in the trail of hair just below his belly button. He hissed at the sensation and leaned into her touch.
"Mmmm," she moaned as she sucked a little mark into his flesh. "Is it later yet?" She inquired.
"Huh?" He questioned, in a daze.
She stood up, letting the sheet fall away from her body and pool at her feet. She took his free hand and lifted it under the fall of her hair to cover one of her breasts, commanding the heel of his palm to circle around her tightening nipple.
"It is exactly as later as it needs to be for you to let me keep doing that forever," he said, staring down at her hotly.
She blushed, but smiled at him wickedly. Tossing the apple aside, he lifted her up over his shoulder, causing her to squeal adorably. He carried her over to the large oak dining table, where he deposited her gently on the edge. He kept his hands planted firmly on her ass and used them to pull her hips flush with his before bending down to kiss her. She tipped back, bracing herself on the table, encouraging him to lean over her so she could feel more of his body.
He released one hand to reach around in front of her and part her swollen folds with his fingers. He coated two of his fingers in her slippery wetness before sliding them inside her causing her to fall onto her back and eagerly arch up towards him. He pumped his digits into her slowly at first, just watching her respond. She was so alive under his touch, so gorgeous. He freed his other hand from behind her back and brought his thumb to her clit to circle it at a slow but persistent speed, giving her just enough to drive her crazy, but not enough to make her come. She begged him for more and started contorting her hips for more access to his hands.
She looked down towards him at the foot of the table and saw him smirk knowingly at her writhing form. He would edge her for days just to watch her go insane. That smug bastard, she quipped to herself.
"I want you. Please, baby," she whined with a pout, flexing the muscles of her core to grip his fingers. She knew him. All she had to do is ask and he would give her whatever she wanted. Right now, she wanted him inside her. She sat up to paw at his boxers, lowering them just below his ass, to free him.
His composure shattered as he grabbed her hips forcefully with both hands and pushed into her without preamble. She leaned back on her elbows and allowed her head to fall back, moaning deeply at the feeling.
After several minor readjustments, Lyra found herself sprawled atop the table on her back, her legs resting lazily on Draco's chest as he stood off the end with his hands biting into the flesh of her thighs. The pace of his thrusts was punishing against her sensitive, over-stimulated skin. He grabbed her ankles, at the level of his ears and spread her legs into a wide V, opening her up to him. She regarded him as he watched the point of their union with rapt intensity. Boys are stupid, she thought to herself, rolling her eyes playfully.
"What does it look like?" She said with a devious smile.
He groaned at her question, tossing his head back briefly before looking back down and driving hard into her with his hips.
"It looks like I'm disappearing into you. Like you pull me inside and wrap me in everything that's perfect. And it feels...gods it feels so fucking amazing. Like you were built to make me lose my mind," he whispered hoarsely to her.
She bit her lip and hummed a little moan. Ok, damn. That was a pretty good answer, she quipped internally. She freed herself from his grasp and wrapped her legs around his waist using her calves to pull him into her deep and fast. She guided his hands to her breasts and he leaned over her to capture her mouth with his. He reached one hand up to tangle it in her hair and gently pulled her head to the side to put his mouth near her ear.
"I want to feel you come around me, sweetheart. You feel so good. Come for me." He trailed his free hand down to her clit and pressed, seeking to push her over the edge. She gripped his shoulder desperately, encouraging him to continue.
"I'll do it if…unghhh" she trailed off into a heated moan
"If what?" He said with a smirk, maintaining the pistoning of his hips and the work of his fingers.
"I want...mmm...I want you...come on her." She breathed.
"Oh yeah?" He said, elated that he was responsible for her present state, but also thrilled at the prospect of her being so dirty for him.
"Aren't you a naughty little thing," he teased, punctuating his words with hard thrusts that made her howl. "Say it, out loud, tell me where you want it, love," he whispered darkly into her ear.
"On...oh god…" she threw her head back. "On my pussy, baby. I want to watch" she said, rolling her hips up to his sinuously, seeking more contact with his body.
Merlin...that's hot. Wait. Her first. Her first. Her first…he thought.
He plucked a little faster the bundle of nerves he'd been teasing and felt her body tense around him, signaling the start of her climax. He gave one final strong thrust with his hips to finish her and worked her through her release with his fingers only, so he could enjoy the feeling of her tight sheath pulsating around his cock, sucking on him like a hot little mouth.
She remained largely silent during her orgasm, holding her breath. At the apex of her pleasure, she let out an almost pained wail and started to shake before falling limp on the table beneath him. He laid his body back on top of hers, kissing gently on her neck, waiting patiently for her to recover.
"Ow." she said softly.
He pulled back immediately to look at her, concerned. "Ow? Did I hurt you?"
She smiled lazily, raising a weak hand to cup his cheek. "No no no." she cooed. "It was just hard. So good." She breathed pulling him down for a kiss.
"I can't...I can't move." She said in lazy satisfaction against his lips.
"Do you still want me to...you know?" He inquired.
She bit her lip and blushed up at him before giving an embarrassed little nod.
He started moving inside her again, rock hard after watching (and feeling) her come for him. She panted tiny little breaths as his cock stroked her relaxed, tender passage.
"More." She whispered to him.
I can do that, he thought to himself, slamming into her with a groan. He was close. He fucked deep into her several more times before pulling out and taking himself in his hand. She lifted up on an elbow and used her off hand to spread herself open for him. He worked himself in slow pumps, angling it at her pink flesh. "Lyra" he breathed at her as the first spray of his come landed on her sweet inner lips.
"Fuck, baby." She moaned, wriggling her hips as she watched spurts of warm white cover her sex, hand and lower abdomen.
"Holy shit." he said, exhausted as he used his clean hand to brace himself on the edge of the table, completely spent, staring in awe at her marked skin.
Lyra wasn't having it, she was on fire. She ran her hand through what he'd put on her body, gathering it on her fingertips and running it through her folds, using it as extra lubrication, which she didn't need. She reached for his hand and pulled it to her, encouraging him to put his fingers inside her. Together they rubbed his release into her skin until she was a quivering mess once again. When she came, her muscles constricted so hard around Draco's fingers that he was concerned that this one really did hurt. Afterwards, she reached for him shakily and he pulled her up leading her towards the bathroom for a shower.
