Weft of Power, Warp of Blood: A Tapestry of Desire

Chapter Fourteen
Pas de Deux

Catching her around the waist, he hauled her back against his chest. Hair flying, her head lolled slightly as her vision spun. She gave a triumphant gasp as he bit her shoulder. Her head fell to the side and back to his chest, granting him access. Sirius’s tongue traced her neck. His big hands covered her breasts; she shifted her legs so she more comfortably straddled his legs, his cock pressing against her bottom through his robes. As his mouth settled to lick, suck and bite at her neck, his fingers played over her breasts. Her eyes closed – all that existed was his body and what it did to her. Her breasts swelled at the attention, dusky nipples peaked under his fingers. He stroked and pinched with an exquisite knowledge of her body and the exact way she needed to be touched. Soon, she was rocking on him. He bit her neck to stop the movement.

Her arms reached back to hold him; her hips wiggled on him again. One of his hands slid down to cup her sex, a single finger dipping into her, testing her readiness. She was so small and hot, she was also slick with need. She turned her head to nip at his jaw, whimpering urgently. She tried to thrust herself forward but he held her fast.

He growled in her ear, “Do you really want to be taken like that… like a bitch in heat?” The finger thrust into her again and she tightened around it.

“Yes,” she hissed. It was a demand.

His hand withdrew and she whimpered. Almost roughly, she was shoved forward again, to her hands and knees. Sirius stared at her sex for a moment, then ripped off his robes to kneel behind her, naked. She arched her back instinctively. He growled, “Wider.” She parted her legs more. He tapped her bottom sharply, “Higher,” he commanded with a groan. Jasmine lowered her shoulders until her cheek brushed the rug. One of his fingers brushed her clit and a shiver ran through her. His thumb pressed on the tender nubbin and a rain of hot honey poured from her. His breath caught – she was amazing. She was so ready for him, like she was made just for him.

He knelt behind her and slowly moved his hips forward. One hand around the base of his cock, he guided himself into her for the first time. Jasmine gasped, as he entered her, she stretched to fit him. It hurt at first and she whimpered, though she was so slick, he slowly sank in. Jasmine didn’t realize he was so huge. It had been a very long time for her and her body was tight. She wiggled slightly, trying to adjust. He grabbed her hips and groaned.

“Jasmine, don’t move, I’ll explode.”

She whispered, “You’re so big, Sirius, I have to…” she squeezed the tiny muscles around his cock. He groaned again.

Slowly, he started moving and with each thrust of his hips, her discomfort eased. She began pushing back. The long, slow strokes became shorter and faster into her tight, slick passageway. She begged for release. He was sweating, trying not to let it end. His balls slapped rhythmically against her clit and she cried out, needing release. Sirius moved faster. She shuddered as she rained on him again, making her even more slick. He slammed into her and she pulsed around him, grinding her hips back into him. Her breath caught on a high pitched squeak as her orgasm consumed her. Just as her body tightened, he shoved forward, burying his cock deep inside her, fingers digging hard into her hips, calling her name. His orgasm slammed through him and he lost control.

Jasmine lay panting on the floor, eyes closed as her body calmed. Sirius was arched behind, still buried, his head thrown backwards. His eyes opened and he looked down. He was speechless. He was horrified.

“Jasmine, I’m sorry, are you alright?” He disengaged himself from her and picked her limp body up, cradling her. “My witch, are you okay? I shouldn’t have taken you like that. Jas, are you hurt?” His voice was hoarse.

Opening her eyes, she smiled sleepily, yet brilliantly at him. “Oh, Sirius…” she was speechless. All she could manage was a gentle kiss on his shoulder.

He buried his face in her long auburn hair, “I shouldn’t have taken you like that… like an animal, on the floor…”

She whispered to him, “Then you’ll just have to make love to me again, on the bed, to ease your conscience.”

He looked up, stunned. She smiled at him, her eyes were still slightly unfocused, but he was too caught in her words to notice. He carefully stood with her and walked to settle her on the bed. Her eyes closed as she enjoyed the feelings of her body. He disappeared only to reappear with a warm, wet towel, which he used to carefully clean between her legs. The thoughtfulness entranced her. Giving over to his ministrations, she lifted her hips to his hands. One hand settled over her lower belly and pressed lightly, urging her to relax. Slowly, he drew the towel over her legs and between them, then over her belly and breasts, her shoulders, and a corner of it wiped the drying sweat from her face. Again, it was tucked between her legs before it was returned to the washroom.

Joining her on the bed, he tucked her into the curve of his arm. It wasn’t a shock when the bed adjusted to his body this time. Jasmine opened her mouth to speak but Sirius kissed her before anything was said. The slow, sweet, exploring kiss that should have come before they made love, came now. The tenderness of it made her feel shy but the gentle insistence of his mouth overcame it. He slowly re-stoked the fire that was a glowing ember in her belly and each nibbling brush of his lips made her seek more. She lost herself in the taste of him and the delicate greed for more. There were tender nibbles over her lips, then the brushing of his tongue to part them and her world closed in. Gentle hands caressed her cheeks while his lips played over hers. His tongue teased hers until her blood heated again. She persuaded the kiss deeper, hands slipping over his shoulders, trying to draw him above her. He resisted, keeping the contact to the soul-searching kiss and the gentle stroking of his hands.

Her eyes parted when he lifted his head. Sirius enjoyed the dazed look on her face but wanted more. He brushed butterfly-light kisses over her eyelids and cheekbones. Jasmine’s lips parted, awaiting another kiss but he moved to her neck. There was a red mark forming on her pale skin, he’d made it earlier. Murmuring an apology for being so crass, he dropped light kisses over it. His tongue drew a line down to the hollow of her throat and toyed with her necklace.

“Your beard tickles,” she giggled. He chuckled and deliberately rubbed it over the valley between her breasts again. “I like it when you do it harder like that,” she purred. His dark rain eyes met her blue ones as he trailed his lips across her breasts, scratching exquisitely with his beard. Both of her hands lifted to cup her breasts, offering them for kissing. He sipped carefully at them but sucked harder when she begged. At her request, he bit her nipples, listening for gasps of pain but hearing only pleasure. He suckled hard then made her writhe when he flicked his tongue lightly over the very tip of the peaks. Under his mouth, she discovered a new erogenous zone – underneath her breasts, just where her brassier band normally sat. Scraping his teeth over the smooth flesh there sent a shower of fireworks through her belly.

Parting her legs, Jasmine moaned in pleasure. She captured one of his wrists and guided his hand to the neat triangle of hair between her thighs. Sirius knew she wanted immediate satisfaction when her hips rose, but, since he was damned already, he wanted to die with the sound of his name being screamed into the night and that would only happen with patience.

His fingers combed through the dark hair, lightly scratching her skin. She jerked her hips up, trying to force his hand lower. He tugged lightly at the hair and she settled, thighs parting more. She was biting her lip, watching him. Their eyes locked together, the expression on his face told her not to speak. His hand moved and a single large finger traced circles over her inner thighs, over her swollen labia and skimmed her lush bottom. A second finger joined the first and Jasmine’s hips rose again with a whimper. Sirius didn’t move his fingers into her heat though she was slick with desire.

Jasmine whimpered, tugging his head closer for a needy kiss. Breaking away after a moment, Sirius kissed a path down her chest and belly, stopping to swirl his tongue in her navel – her giggle turned into a groan. His head lifted to look at the almost invisible stretch marks over her lower belly.

“These marks are so beautiful,” he murmured. Kissing each one, he reveled in the miracle of her body.

“The lotion said that I wouldn’t get them, it was obviously wrong,” Jasmine said.

“They are a part of you. They’re beautiful,” he said but was distracted by the smooth skin just above the tangle of hair. Jasmine’s stomach quivered as he explored and they forgot all about the stretch marks and how they got there.

When he moved between her legs, her knees rose, making room for his broad shoulders. Her breath caught. Watching her face, he lowered his mouth. He kissed each thigh and traced patterns where her legs met her body. She got goosebumps but watched his eyes. Breathing labored now, her hips twitched in anticipation. Sirius caught her labia with his thumbs, opening her completely; he broke eye contact to look at her center and licked his lips. He scored the skin of her thighs with his nails. Moisture appeared, it was her body’s invitation. Patiently, he avoided it, instead kissing the sweet pink flesh of her lips. Her fingers clenched into the sheets. His tongue was hot on her flesh. When it settled over the tight bundle of nerves, her hips jerked in response. He played with her clit, sweeping his tongue side to side over it lazily or fast up and down. Alternating slow circles around it, with rhythmic pressing made her moan. It swelled, and the pleasure intensified. Jasmine grabbed his hair when he sucked her engorged flesh between his lips. He hummed his enjoyment into her, she moaned. She twisted her hips up to him pulling him closer. Sirius concentrated on the tight flesh that he was raking his tongue over but heard her whimper for more. She begged for his fingers, but he refused, keeping them dug into her thighs.

“No, I’m going to drive you mad before you come,” he said, looking up at her.

“Sirius, please,” she begged.

“Slowly, sshhh, Jasmine-mine, it’s better this way.”

He lowered his head and the torture began again. He worried her labia between his teeth then soothed the slight pain with his tongue. When he tapped her clit with his tongue, pressing hard then retreating, she sank her fingernails into the backs of his hands. He chuckled delightedly, knowing she was losing control, but he still wanted more. Careful to be sure his movements were smooth, Sirius traced the sharp angles and straight lines of the twenty-five runes over her clit. By the fifteenth, her hands had moved to his hair and she was kneading him like a cat. As he traced the arrows of Manz, he felt more moisture rain from her. Distracted, he dipped to lap it up – it was hot and sweet. When he finished the rune futhark - she hadn’t recognized them in her passion - he smiled up at her, she tugged at his hair, again, begging in wordless whimpers and moans, now almost in tears. Her body was tense, vibrating with need, writhing as she sought relief.

He whispered, “Take what you want,” and moved to lay next to her. Jasmine pushed his shoulders and he rolled to his back. Demanding fulfillment, she sought his lips for a hungry kiss but before his arms could encircle her, she slid down his body. Her hot tongue licked up his cock and her mouth settled over it, sucking as far down as should could. Eyes closed, she stroked his hard cock, her hand meeting her lips, twisting around the thick flesh when she couldn’t take any more into her mouth. Hips jerking, he moaned. Her eyes opened and glittered at him before she shifted to straddle him.

Staring into his eyes, she whispered, “This is what I want,” and grasped his cock. She lowered herself onto him. Inch by inch, she sank down on him, stretching as he filled her. She was slick with desire. Heartbeats thrummed inside her head and she lifted, stopping before he left her body. Sinking down again, she took more of him, watching him.

She glided down until she sat on his hips. Slowly, she began to grind in circles on him, teasing her clit until his hands moved to her waist, encouraging her to move in long strokes.

Astride his hips, she stretched around him like a glove. Jasmine\'s head fell back, her auburn hair streamed down her back, lips parted as she slowly panted with each long stroke. Her small fingers moved up to toy with her nipples. Sirius covered her hands, enhancing her pleasure. Their hands were hot on her skin, and a bead of sweat rolled down between her breasts. He gripped her hips, guiding her movements as she rode him. Her fingers left off playing with her nipples, and descended to his broad chest, splayed wide, in the black hair covering him.

Jasmine\'s clit ground against him when she leaned forward to kiss his shoulder; she could only gasp and twist her hips, seeking. His hips bucked and she slowly began to rock; feeling him slide in and out, ever so slightly, making her body sing. Panting, she nipped his shoulder and laughed in desperation as the fire climbed higher. Sweat glistened on her back and his chest, every movement was smooth, a gentle long rocking. Her panting moans became a chant of \"Sirius\". He groaned her name, deep and rumbly.

Faster and faster she rocked, as her seeking became more desperate, her body lowered until her breasts pressed against his chest, back bowed and her cheek next to his. She felt as if she was barely moving, but each stroke of her hips was so exquisite that it ripped through her being. Sirius\'s hands gripped her hips, helping her to move as she tired, occasionally sliding up her back, cupping her head, bringing it to his lips for brushing kisses. Sheathed by her, he throbbed, full and tight, ready for release. He ignored the strands of her hair as they fell into his face and tugged her closer, completing a stroke of her hips. Jasmine\'s blue eyes were clenched; she focused only on the pleasure searing through her body, centered where they connected.

A quick thrust of his hips took her by surprise, sending her over the precipice that she had been teetering on. Jasmine lost control and shattered into a million colors. Shards of light stabbed through her body; pleasure rolled from her pussy, spasming around his cock and over her, tossing her head back in a sharp jolt. Her eyes opened wide as she unraveled, softly screaming his name. Small muscles locked around him and Sirius finally released, growling his pleasure. His fingers clawed into her hips, later she would have bruises, though she didn\'t feel them happen. His warmth filled her; his groan filled the night with her name.

Her back straightened and her head fell to his shoulder. She could only tremble over him, with no speech yet, no other movement but totally melting into him and the uncontrollable trembling. Rockets of pleasure spun through Jasmine occasionally, she moaned with them and Sirius\'s arms cradled her tightly to his broad chest.

He turned over carefully, letting her slip to the bed, still holding her close, whispering nonsense love words, stroking along her side and back. Gentle kisses rained over her face, her eyes hot and wild on his as her body still thrummed in the aftermath. Slowly, she calmed in his arms, still looking into his eyes. The trembling eased and he smiled, tugging the sheet and blanket up over them. Jasmine snuggled close, comfortable now. Sirius kissed her forehead as she dozed off, giving into passion, exhaustion and alcohol.

A few hours later, she stirred. He awoke and gazed down at her, tucking her closer. Jasmine’s eyes blinked up at him in confusion. Her hand lifted to stroke his hair, as her eyes cleared, she looked into his eyes – she knew them.

In a sleep-laden voice, she whispered, \"Who are you?\"

“I’m just your dog,\" he said softly.

“Oh. I’m glad you’re sleeping up here again. I love you Sirius,” she mumbled. Before the words were finished, she was asleep again.

“I love you, too, Jasmine-mine,” he whispered, staring down into her sleeping face.