The Interlude
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Category:
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
5,897
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Dance
Dancing
The music was loud. Very loud. But all Albus saw was Sophia in front of him. She was leading him to the dance floor by his hand and he watched her cute little ass move as she walked.
Her blue jeans did not hide a thing. Nor did her blouse. It was loosely worn, but he saw that it clung to her in all the right places. Almost a see through white it was. She didn’t button the top two buttons on purpose, so he was able to watch her breasts move under her blouse.
She stopped and faced him. She wrapped her supple arms around his neck and toyed with his snowy white hair. He tentatively held her around the waist and began moving side to side with her. He felt her body pressed against his. Her intoxicating smell was filling his nostrils as she snuggled into his neck.
He felt her breath on the very sensitive part of his neck and he felt chills cover him. He lowered his head and breathed in the smell of her hair.
Apple spice.
He had an overwhelming urge to run his hands along her back, but he restrained himself. He felt himself being aroused by the rhythmic movements. He felt her hips graze his and his body was filled with a bolt of electricity.
That hadn’t happened in some time.
He felt her hands now running along the side of his face and chest. Her breathing was getting quicker as was their dancing. He let one of his hands travel to her hair and he gently petted her head. She turned her face toward his hand and kissed his wrinkled, worn palm. More electricity originating in his abdomen, but shooting everywhere else.
She pulled his hand down and rested it on her backside. He felt her young, ample ass as he gently squeezed. It had been so long after all…
His lips found hers and she was slowly exploring his mouth with her tongue. He did the same and was happily surprised by the reaction he got. She moaned into his mouth and he felt her press even harder against him.
His hand moved from her backside to her front. With just one finger, he grazed the tip of her breast. Her nipple was already hard and standing at attention. He needed only to move his finger in a small circle to illicit another moan from her mouth. He checked the other one. Yes…it was just as ready. He imagined putting those pink nipples in his mouth and washing them down with his tongue. The thought almost drive him over the edge.
He felt her hand graze his stomach and he stepped back from her. He hadn’t been touched there in so long, it would take a breeze to make him come. If she touched him, it would be all over before it began.
She looked at him and he kissed her fingers and draped her arm back over his neck. He felt her heat as she pressed herself against him again. He considered his options at this point.
He cold continue the dance and thank her when it was finished. Or…he could invite her next door to that dodgy looking hotel and have an interesting victory party all his own. He could send sorry Tom Riddle to Hell in style. Lord Voldemort he might have been, but he couldn’t feel this anymore. He would never get the opportunity again to experience mortality at it’s finest. Flesh on flesh.
He made his decision. He took her hand in his and pulled her towards the door. She seemed to know just what he was doing and she followed him. He felt her hand caressing his back as he exited the pub. He wrapped an arm around her waist and led her next door.
TBC
The music was loud. Very loud. But all Albus saw was Sophia in front of him. She was leading him to the dance floor by his hand and he watched her cute little ass move as she walked.
Her blue jeans did not hide a thing. Nor did her blouse. It was loosely worn, but he saw that it clung to her in all the right places. Almost a see through white it was. She didn’t button the top two buttons on purpose, so he was able to watch her breasts move under her blouse.
She stopped and faced him. She wrapped her supple arms around his neck and toyed with his snowy white hair. He tentatively held her around the waist and began moving side to side with her. He felt her body pressed against his. Her intoxicating smell was filling his nostrils as she snuggled into his neck.
He felt her breath on the very sensitive part of his neck and he felt chills cover him. He lowered his head and breathed in the smell of her hair.
Apple spice.
He had an overwhelming urge to run his hands along her back, but he restrained himself. He felt himself being aroused by the rhythmic movements. He felt her hips graze his and his body was filled with a bolt of electricity.
That hadn’t happened in some time.
He felt her hands now running along the side of his face and chest. Her breathing was getting quicker as was their dancing. He let one of his hands travel to her hair and he gently petted her head. She turned her face toward his hand and kissed his wrinkled, worn palm. More electricity originating in his abdomen, but shooting everywhere else.
She pulled his hand down and rested it on her backside. He felt her young, ample ass as he gently squeezed. It had been so long after all…
His lips found hers and she was slowly exploring his mouth with her tongue. He did the same and was happily surprised by the reaction he got. She moaned into his mouth and he felt her press even harder against him.
His hand moved from her backside to her front. With just one finger, he grazed the tip of her breast. Her nipple was already hard and standing at attention. He needed only to move his finger in a small circle to illicit another moan from her mouth. He checked the other one. Yes…it was just as ready. He imagined putting those pink nipples in his mouth and washing them down with his tongue. The thought almost drive him over the edge.
He felt her hand graze his stomach and he stepped back from her. He hadn’t been touched there in so long, it would take a breeze to make him come. If she touched him, it would be all over before it began.
She looked at him and he kissed her fingers and draped her arm back over his neck. He felt her heat as she pressed herself against him again. He considered his options at this point.
He cold continue the dance and thank her when it was finished. Or…he could invite her next door to that dodgy looking hotel and have an interesting victory party all his own. He could send sorry Tom Riddle to Hell in style. Lord Voldemort he might have been, but he couldn’t feel this anymore. He would never get the opportunity again to experience mortality at it’s finest. Flesh on flesh.
He made his decision. He took her hand in his and pulled her towards the door. She seemed to know just what he was doing and she followed him. He felt her hand caressing his back as he exited the pub. He wrapped an arm around her waist and led her next door.
TBC