Chapter VII.
His hips moved like mad - swinging forth and back as if they weren't even attached to him. He could hardly keep up with the rhythm; he craved so much more. His hands reached for her breasts, briefly flicking his thumbs over her nipples before trailing down to her waist where he held her. His partner didn't object.
Daphne remained motionless - how could she move while being tied down - but he gritted his teeth as the heightened friction and her pleading gaze urged him to satisfy her. He had to bring her to climax first. He had to endure longer than the last time. That was his sole focus now. With each thrust, he could feel her tightening around him, her every movement urging him on. He groaned, and she whimpered breathlessly, trying to steady her hips against his relentless pounding. Her ankles strained against the restraints as her orgasm approached. It was overwhelming - he struggled to catch his breath.
Earlier, he had seen her face, her mouth gagged with her silky black undergarment, his golden-red tie obscuring her eyes. It had been her suggestion, and he couldn't deny its effectiveness. However, when he finally got a good look at her, his breath caught in his throat. Where had his Gryffindor courage gone? It wasn't his first time - not even in this context - but every time he couldn't help but be stunned in awe of her. The sight of her smooth, curved body bathed in the soft candlelight of their bedroom was the fantasy of every man. And he had it right in front of him, waiting for him. He had battled Voldemort - surely he could handle a woman waiting for him in their bed. Surely? Surely? However, once he knelt behind her, her head lowered and her butt raised, he regained his composure and knew what to do. He knew what he wanted. What she wanted.
As he continued his steady rhythm, his focus remained unwavering on Daphne's pleasure. With each thrust, he sought to elicit every possible sensation, every gasp of pleasure escaping her stuffed mouth. His hands roamed her hips, tracing every curve with reverence, yet holding her firm, his fingertips leaving trails of fire in their wake. Feeling her response, he adjusted his movements, varying the speed and depth of his thrusts to keep her teetering on the edge of release. Her cries of ecstasy spurred him on, driving him to push further, to take her to heights of pleasure she had never known.
As he continued to drive into her with relentless fervor, his desire to please her intensified. Sensing her need for more, he let his hand stray from her waist to deliver a firm spank to her exposed flesh, the sound reverberating in the room. Daphne's muffled moans only fueled his determination, her body responding eagerly to the mix of pleasure and pain. With each spank, he could feel her arousal heightening, her skin flushing with a delicious combination of anticipation and desire. Her hips strained against the restraints, seeking more of his touch, more of his control. And he was more than willing to give it to her.
His fingers trailed along the curves of her body, teasing and tantalizing as they danced across her skin. With each touch, he stoked the flames of her arousal, his own desire growing with each passing reveled in the raw intensity of their connection, the primal need that bound them together. He rubbed her intensely, feeling her tighten and tighter until – fuck. Her back arched, her body trembling. He gripped her hip tighter, thrusting up into her quickly, needing to come. He was so clo-
Lily entered the room suddenly. Startled, Harry had no choice but to pull out abruptly, leaving Daphne to moan and yelp in confusion. Frantically, Harry reached for the nearby blanket, hastily covering both himself and Daphne in an attempt to shield their nakedness from Lily's unexpected intrusion. His heart raced as he struggled to compose himself, his mind racing for an explanation. Lily's eyes widened in surprise as she took in the scene before her. "What on earth are you two doing?" she asked, her voice a mixture of shock and disbelief.
Harry's mind raced as he tried to formulate a response, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Uh, well, you see, um..." he stammered, his mind drawing a blank. As Harry struggled to come up with an explanation, Lily's voice broke through his panicked thoughts. "I knew it! You're wrestling!" she exclaimed, a look of amusement crossing her face. Harry's eyes widened in surprise at Lily's unexpected response, but he quickly realized that it was the perfect cover. "Uh, yeah, that's it! We were just, uh, having a friendly wrestling match," he replied, his tone as casual as he could muster.
"We were just, um, trying out some new... wrestling moves," he improvised, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. Lily cocked her head to the side, her expression thoughtful. "Wrestling moves?" she repeated, her tone skeptical. "But why is mommy tied up?"
"Uh, well, you see, it's, uh, part of the... strategy," he blurted out, grasping at straws. Daphne nodded eagerly, jumping in to support Harry's flimsy excuse. "I see," Lily said slowly. "But what about the cloth in mommy's mouth and the tie around her eyes?" Harry's cheeks flushed crimson as he struggled to come up with a plausible explanation for their more unconventional accessories. "Uh, well, you see..." he began, his mind thinking about a suitable excuse.
Before he could utter another word, Lily's eyes widened in realization. "Wait a minute," she exclaimed, her expression morphing from confusion to understanding. "I saw you two doing this the other night, didn't I?" Before she could ask any further questions, Harry ushered Lily out of the room. "Sorry about that," he said, moving to ungag and untie Daphne. "I didn't expect anyone to walk in like that. Especially not our daugther."
Daphne smiled reassuringly, her eyes soft with affection. "It's alright, Harry," she said, reaching out to squeeze his hand after it was untied. However, when Harry wasn't paying attention, she gently guided him onto their bed. "I've had my pleasure," she began, "but it seems my dear future husband hasn't quite finished yet…" Harry simply gulped as her hand wrapped around his shaft. With soft strokes, she sent shivers up and down his spine as he found himself lost in her shining blue eyes and the ecstasy-like touch.
Harry's breath hitched with each stroke, his body responding eagerly to her ministrations. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them locked in a dance of passion. With each passing moment, the tension built, reaching a crescendo of desire. Harry's senses were overwhelmed by the intoxicating mix of sensations, his mind consumed by the sheer bliss of their connection. Finally, with a soft gasp, Harry surrendered to the waves of pleasure crashing over him, his body trembling.
However, Daphne did not loosen her grip. Instead, she softly lowered her head and took him in her lips. So when Harry finally finished, she swallowed it down. After all, she was his good girl. When Daphne looked up again, she smiled at Harry. "Sweet and salty. Just how I like it." Harry leaned in to kiss Daphne tenderly on the lips, savoring the mingled taste of their shared passion. After their kiss, they settled down on the bed, Daphne nestled against Harry's chest in the spoon position. She molded perfectly into the curve of his body, her form fitting snugly against his as they melted into each other's embrace. Harry wrapped his arm protectively around Daphne, pulling her closer as they sighed in unison, the world outside their embrace fading into insignificance. In this moment of quiet intimacy, they found solace in each other's presence.
BingBong gave me the idea for this chapter. This is my first time writing this kind of thing. Let me know how you think it is