Burning Eyes

Ooooh. Naughty bits! You've all been so patient with me!

Not mine. If they were, I'd be richer than the Queen! coo-ee!
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A Feeling on My Fingertips


I realized then that once this happened, there would be no turning back. But as I looked at her on the bed, my doubt melted away. I lay down with her and pulled her into my arms. I whispered *Divestio* into her ear and felt her shiver as her gown dissolved into nothingness. Finally. Skin on skin.

She was soft where before she had been hard; sweet where once she was bitter. I felt her limbs flowing up and around me like liquid silk. We shared kisses of all sorts: light, deep, teasing, serious. My hands roamed over her flesh. I rolled to my side, wanting to savor the sight of her in the sunlit room.

Her body was just as I'd imagined it. She was long-limbed and flush with life. I could see the veins tracing just under her translucent skin. Her pulse pounded strongly in the hollow of her throat. I pressed a kiss to it. My hand rested itself on her left breast and I could hear the deep drumbeat of her heart. No more deep silence resided in this body. It hummed and thrummed with renewed life.

I let my fingers trace over her nipple until it stood in rapt attention. I heard her sharply indrawn breath and smiled at her pleasure. My lips longed to taste her and I obliged them happily. I rolled the small bit of flesh with my tongue, lapping delicately and listening to her breath begin to hitch in her mouth. My hand snaked up to pluck at her other nipple. I felt her begin to grow restive under my touch and her fingers wended their way through my hair, holding me there as I paid homage to her glorious breasts.

Her hands fell away when I worked my way down the snowy smoothness of her unblemished abdomen. I dipped my tongue into the sweet goblet of her navel and went on to sample the sweeter wine at the apex of her thighs. She acquiesced with a sigh of pleasure when I eased her knees apart. The muscles that lay beneath her skin rippled in anticipation and I smiled at her seeming impatience.

I nuzzled the soft brown curls that lay there, inhaling her scent. I kept my eyes on her face as I spread her tender lips with my thumbs. Her own eyes, which had been tightly shut flew open when I touched my tongue to her throbbing clit. A swirl of my tongue on her wet flesh made her speak my name. Her hands which had been gripping the sheets returned to grip my hair with equal intensity.

I could hear her breath begin to stack in her throat and all she could manage were soft ohs. My fingers dallied where my tongue could not reach and I had the unique vantage point of the heart of sensation when her orgasm broke and shimmered across her body.

My cock twitched and ached to be inside of her. I obliged it.

There is nothing like that first plunge. I loved it so much that I repeated it. Again and again. When I made to fully withdraw again, Hermione grasped my arse in her hands and held me there. The ferocity in her eyes let me know that it was time to get down to business. And so I did.

I gathered her hips in my hands and thrust as if my life depended it on. I felt in that moment that perhaps it did. I could see it in her body that she was striving to reach a greater peak. I could feel in the flexing of each taut tendon of her legs. She wrapped those glorious limbs around me and I was lost. Flowing deeper into her than I had ever been. Our eyes locked at the moment and time was suspended.

I had finally learned the definition of making love.