Falling to pieces

After my exciting shower I decided to for go formalities and am now in my bath robe and nothing else. No sense in dressing when I wear nothing to bed anyway. It's later in the evening so I will be retiring soon anyway. I go back to the kitchen to pour another glass of wine to help myself relax after the events of the night. I shake my head as I pour the glass, thoroughly embarrassed by my actions.

I didn't do that much and it still seemed silly to me. All it did was make me more frustrated. I lost my peace, and Draco had returned to haunt me. I turn on the tellie and scan channels looking for something that seems remotely entertaining. I am just about to sit down on the couch when a knock on my door startles me. I turn to the door, staring at it like I had imagined it. Another knock makes me jump again.

I wonder who in the world would coming to my door at this time of night, being as I don't have many friends here. I walk to the door and curse that I just now realized I have no peep hole. I slowly open the door and peer out. No one is there. I open the door wider and am just about to peek out into the hallway when my guest comes around the edge of the door.

I drop my wine with a crash onto my hardwood floors. The glass shatters, the wine spilling everywhere, splattering onto my bare feet. I stare into the eyes of my guest, the cool gray shimmering in the light of the hallway.

I can make out a small smile before I'm being backed into my flat quickly and the door slams shut. His lips find mine without hesitation. His tongue swipes my lip, begging for entrance. I open without a single thought to the contrary. Our tongues find a familiar cadence, eliciting moans from both of us. His hands run up my back holding me firmly to him. Hes already rock hard, I can feel it against my leg. It excites me instantly.

Time apart has not decreased our desire for the other. Our absence from the other has caused a need for impatience. Before I know it I feel my robe strap being untied and my robe opens. His rough hands slide inside, running around my waist. I move my arms to slide my robe off and it pools to the floor, leaving me completely nude in front of him. Not an ounces of nerves fills me, I have matured past that. I want him to see me, see what he has been missing.

He pulls away from me, creating too much space between us. I instantly miss his body against mine. I see his eyes consume my body. He growls and sheds his clothes in an instant, obviously by wandless magic. Now it's my turn to consume his body. If it were possible, he had become even sexier. His muscles bigger and more defined than before. The mere seconds we are apart are too much. Suddenly I am scooped into his arms, his lips on my neck and thrown down onto the couch.

He lands on top of me. He settles between my legs. His hardness presses into my core, making me soak myself. He doesn't let another second pass and he buries himself inside of me. I gasp, the years without him have made me tighter. I hear him whisper profanities, as he has obviously noticed this as well. He moves in and out of me, tortuously slow, familiarizing himself with me again.

I grab his arse, urging him to increase his pace. He growls at my encouragement and grabs my hips roughly. He begins to set a pace that has my explosion growing inside of me quickly. I gasp feverishly and throw my head back into the couch as far as I can. He bends down and takes my nipple into his mouth. He bites down lightly, sending chills down my back. One more moment and it hits me. I scream as I come, hard against his huge cock. He falls an instant later and spasms into me as I'm still panting out his name.

He falls against me, laying his head on my collar bone. His breath is hot against my chest. I tangle my hand into his hair, realizing how much I missed the feel of it between my fingers. I smile as tears begin to form in my eyes. I told and hold them at bay, not wanting to show my weakness for him. As if he knew this, he pulls away and looks at me. His mere gaze makes them fall, sliding down my face, past my ear and onto the couch. He wipes one last tear away with his finger.

“I missed you too.” He whispers. I smile again and close my eyes, hoping I am not dreaming.