Chapter 10

Sweet and Salty

After their delightful time in the large tub, they'd settled on the bed that was easily big enough for four people and were sorting through the snacks as Matilda slipped on the lingerie she'd bought. It left little to the imagination as the skimpy lace did nothing to hide her nipples or the thick dark curls between her thighs. Lucius licked his lips as he slipped on a pair of silk lounge pants.

In an effort to tear his eyes away, he picked up the bag with the phones in and deposited them both on the bed.

"You'll need to help me with this, I have no idea what to do," he said, handing her the box.

Matilda chuckled and opened it for him, working on putting the SIM card in the phone. She'd thankfully had the presence of mind to have credit added to the card before they left the shop, but he would need to have an account set up for future top ups.

It was thankfully mostly charged when she turned it on, so she sat back against Lucius' chest and showed him all of the main features of the phone, such as the contacts, texting, and even set him up with an email address. He became very interested when she showed him the camera function, tilting the phone as she switched the view to the selfie camera and took a picture of them.

"Ingenious… Certainly better than the large cameras the reporters for the Prophet use," he commented.

He then had a wicked idea and grinned as he took the phone from her, shifting it lower and pulling on her lingerie so he could expose her breast, snapping a picture exactly as Matilda had whilst his fingers stroked over the nipple. Matilda giggled. He certainly wasn't the first to take such pictures and she had no doubt that witches and wizards did similar things.

Lucius had the oddest urge to send the picture to Severus, but several things cut the thought off before he could fully decide. Firstly, she was still his student and it would be inappropriate, and secondly, he didn't even know if Severus owned a muggle phone.

Matilda programmed her number into his phone so he could text her when she was back at school. The reception was iffy around most of the castle, but Ravenclaw tower often had some signal. She would be sure to send him some pictures when they weren't together.

"Definitely quicker than an owl…" he murmured against her cheek.

"I hope it works when you're at home. Magic sometimes interferes with technology. You'll have to see how it works from your study, see if you have reception. Did you install internet?" she asked.

The fact that he'd managed to successfully install electricity to his study was promising. Internet would mean he could at least use his phone when he didn't have reception.

"Yes, I believe Severus called it boldband?"

Matilda chuckled. "Broadband. He can probably help you make sure you can use your phone at home through the Wi-Fi."

He'd heard Severus mention Wi-Fi, but hadn't really paid much attention as to what it actually did. He really should look it up.

Lucius took the other phone out of the bag and handed it to her.

Matilda blinked in confusion. "You want me to set this one up too?"

"Yes. For yourself."

Matilda shook her head and tried to hand it back. "But, I have a phone."

"A broken phone. You'll certainly get more use out of a new phone than I will. I understand you didn't want to magically fix your phone, it might have made things worse."

"But, you really didn't need to," she weakly protested.

Lucius pressed a soft kiss to her lips. "I wanted to. You can use the old one as a spare."

She put the box down on the bedside table and shifted to slip her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a proper kiss, his body settling partially over hers. She giggled against his lips when his wet hair tickled her face.

Lucius sat up and retrieved his wand, tapping it against his temple and wordlessly charming his hair dry. Then he remembered something important and summoned a vial from his bag, offering it to Matilda.

"Contraception. For earlier. It should last the month… just in case," he explained, smirking softly.

Matilda flushed but took the vial and drank the contents. In the moment, neither of them had thought to take precautions, but luckily, the potion would protect her. Neither of them was eager for her to become pregnant, though they hadn't spoken about timescales for when they would need to fulfil that aspect of the law.

He leaned on his elbow and let his eyes roam across her body, the practically see-through lingerie doing nothing to hide her delicate assets. He ran a hand over her abdomen and then up to her breasts, smoothing his fingers over the sheer fabric, smiling when her back arched, a nipple brushing against his palm.

"Is it true what they say about men? That you all prefer a particular body part?" Matilda asked as Lucius snapped his fingers, the bra coming undone with a wandless spell.

Lucius smirked as he pulled the bra free from her, licking his lips as her breasts were bared to him. "I would say many of us gravitate towards particular areas more than others. You would be right to assume that I am rather partial to a woman's breasts."

He bowed his head and swiped his tongue across a nipple, delighting in the soft sounds coming from her. "Now, I do very much appreciate all of a woman's body," he murmured as he slid a hand down her leg and around to lightly grasp her bottom.

He shifted his position so he could lie between her thighs, his mouth fully suckling at her breast as his hand massaged the other. He hummed when he heard her moan softly, her hands finding their way into his hair as her back arched. It was becoming somewhat of a routine for them, but he simply couldn't help his utter delight at every opportunity to get his mouth around her plump nipples; which he thought were deliciously large in comparison to the petite nature of the rest of her breast tissue.

He was sure from an objective point of view it could be argued he had a breast fixation due to not being breastfed as a child. He honestly wasn't sure if such a thing had truth to it, but he'd always been fascinated by them. He'd been utterly grateful that Narcissa had wanted to breastfeed Draco and had loved watching how she bonded with Draco in those moments, wondering if he'd have had a better relationship with his own mother if she'd have had a greater hand in raising him during his early years. As such, he'd been raised mostly by a governess until he went to Hogwarts. By then, his parents were very much authority figures and very little else.

Things would be different with Matilda. He would be a better parent to their child or children. He'd tried to be better with Draco than his father had been with him but he'd still passed on old prejudices and a deep sense of entitlement. After the war, he was glad that Draco had found it easier to unlearn it all than he had himself. Severus had been a great help in that regard. Hindsight was always 20/20. Looking back, it all seemed so silly to believe blood had anything to do with magic. These days he wondered if it had more to do with the soul. Or perhaps it was some unknown factor that simply couldn't be quantified.

He could feel her hips rocking under him as breathy moans left her lips, her fingers tangled firmly in his hair as he moved his lips to her other breast.

He gave a final firm lick to her nipple before moving back up to her lips, enthused when she swiped her tongue along his mouth. He pressed against her as they kissed, his erection rubbing against the warm space between her thighs, grunting into her mouth as she rolled herself against him, her ankles locking around his hips.

He hadn't expected her to be so aroused so soon after their intimate bath, but he could feel how hot she was becoming has her hands stroked over his shoulders. He shifted a hand between them so he could feel how wet her knickers were becoming. He slipped his hand inside and massaged a finger over her clit, eliciting a gasp from her as it slid lower, dipping inside her.

She was remarkably slick and he wondered if some of his come had remained inside her despite their bath. He slid her knickers aside and pulled his cock free from his pants, gripping himself firmly so he could slide his weeping head through her folds, rubbing it liberally over her clit.

He groaned when he felt her roll her hips upwards, the action causing the head to prod against her wet entrance. He shifted his hips so he could repeat the action, keeping them steady so the choice would be hers on whether she wanted him back inside her. The decision was quickly made when she rolled her hips again, his cock sliding slowly inside her, his mouth swallowing her loud groans as he stretched her open once again, her ankles tightening around him.

Still so hot and slick around him, he struggled to control his thrusts as he groaned against her lips, surprised by the urgency of his quickly rising climax. Now that they were face to face, the angle of how he slid in and out of her was different. He could feel the cushion of her cervix and the spongey part of her as it brushed against the over-sensitive head of his cock.

"You feel wonderful…" he whispered, his pace quickening.

Matilda could only moan in response, her own orgasm building, though not as quickly as Lucius'. She'd loved how he'd stretched her open earlier, and now she could add her appreciation for how deep she could feel him, enjoying how he fit so snuggly inside her, his groin brushing over her clit as he moved.

He'd taken great consideration in planning the weekend to cater completely for her needs, wanting to explore their deepening relationship without the pressure of having to consummate just yet, and here he was, fucking her twice in a few short hours. He couldn't possibly complain about the unpredictable nature of her libido. He was rather enjoying her making her own choices for what she was most comfortable with.

As his balls tightened and he pressed his body close to her, pushing his hips hard against her as his climax burst from him, delighting in the deep groan she emitted as his seed splashed against her cervix. For the second time, he had the sudden urge to contemplate what it would be like for his seed to impregnate her, feeling how her womb would swell with their child. Of course, the potion she'd taken would ensure such a thing wouldn't happen until they mutually agreed they were ready. The law dictated how long they could wait and they had previously spoken on leaving it until they absolutely had to.

He felt her hand come between then as her fingers sought out her clit, intent on finding her own pleasure. He slipped out of her and shifted downwards, pulling her fingers away and chuckling as she whined. As much as he enjoyed watching a woman take her own pleasure, he enjoyed giving it far more.

He circled his tongue over her clit, humming softly as he pressed his face closer, the thick curls wet against his cheeks as her entrance clenched and released against his chin. He dipped his tongue lower, tasting himself as his come dribbled out of her, rather enjoying the combination of their individual tastes mixing together.

"Mmm, we do taste good together…" he murmured, dipping his tongue back inside her.

Matilda let out a panting breath as she looked down and saw him licking his lips before delving back down, his hands moving to grip her thighs, holding them wide open as her hands gripped his hair. The thrill that raced through her was intense as his tongue swirled and prodded within her, only moving back to her clit when he was satisfied he'd licked every drop of his release clean from her. She distantly realised that she hadn't actually tasted him yet and knew they would have to change that soon.

He hummed as his tongue gently swiped over her engorged clit, delighting on how deliciously swollen it was, protruding fully from its hood and twitching every time Matilda's muscles clenched. He swiped his tongue a few more times, smiling as Matilda moaned and her hands tightened in his hair, then sealed his lips around it, sucking gently and chuckling when she cried out loudly, her hips trying desperately to buck against his face.

Barely 30 seconds later, Matilda was crying out as her climax crashed through her, her knuckles almost white with how hard she was gripping Lucius' hair and her back arching completely off the bed. Lucius' mouth pulled back slightly so he could flick his tongue rapidly over her clit, feeling a sudden little gush of wetness hit his chin, humming as he slid his tongue back down to her entrance to lap at the liquid.

When he lifted his head, he was grinning wildly, licking his lips. To say he had ideas for future encounters would be an understatement. Just as with everything else he'd experienced with her, she was utterly delicious. He would make it his mission to have her coming in his mouth or around his cock whenever and wherever he could.

He shifted forward on his knees, his mostly softened cock still hanging free from his pants.

"You have the most deliciously plump clit I've ever had the pleasure to get my mouth on," he murmured softly, his hands stroking her inner thighs.

Still coming down from her orgasm, Matilda blushed and grinned sleepily, still bare-breasted and her knickers still pulled aside. As far as Lucius was concerned, she looked glorious. With her pale skin lightly flushed, her nipples and clit still hard he was finding it difficult not to simply delve back down to give her another orgasm.

He managed to control himself as he grabbed his wand and cast a quick Cleansing Charm, then settled her knickers back in place, tucking himself back into his pants as he shifted to lie back beside her.

He stroked a hand over her face, smoothing back a few strands of errant hair. "I hope you're not too sore? I'm sure I have something for it if you need it?"

Matilda shook her head. In truth, she was a little sore, but it felt good. She liked being able to feel how he'd stretched her muscles and that she felt a little empty without him inside her. "No, it still felt so good. You… you really didn't mind tasting yourself?"

Lucius chuckled. He was sure it had surprised her, but he'd tasted himself many times over the years. He always tasted better when mixed with a woman's arousal and he would gladly clean a woman of his come if she also enjoyed it. "Oh yes. Sweet and salty."

Matilda blushed. "I want a taste next time," she whispered.

Lucius would absolutely agree. "Oh, I think that can definitely be arranged."

He wondered if in time, she would enjoy simply holding his cock inside her as they cuddled together. It was a connection he'd never had the opportunity to try with anyone else.

For the rest of the evening, they ate their snacks in bed and Matilda introduced him to the joys of television, finding a movie channel that was playing the 2006 remake of The Longest Yard, which she explained to him was a mild comedy about a pro-footballer who ends up in a rough prison and is tasked with training fellow inmates on how to play football against the prison guards.

Lucius found the whole thing fascinating, having never known what a muggle prison was like, though Matilda did explain that this was a fictional example of an American prison and that British prisons would likely be different.

Matilda happily munched on a croissant as Lucius tried one of the bottled drinks called Cola, enjoying how different it was from the soft drinks in the Wizarding World.

By the time the film had finished, Matilda had fallen asleep against his chest, her arm slung over him and her thigh resting across his. He used the remote for the television that he'd seen Matilda use earlier and pressed the power button, shifting down and pulling the covers over them both. He watched her for a long moment, smiling at the serene expression on her face, before using his wand to turn off the lights.