It all started with a book ... ...

In his room


Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me and I am not making any money off it.

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After a few moments of intense and promising kissing, you can’t stand it anymore and grab the hem of his t-shirt to pull it upward. His arms immediately move skywards as to not obscure your proceedings. When the inappropriate garment is finally where it belongs –on the floor– you are treated with his naked torso right in front of your nose.

The wonderful sight disappears suddenly when he crouches down and quickly unties his boots and throws them into a corner. Then he takes your foot and removes your shoe only to do the same with the second one. He kisses the tips of your toes and you giggle when his hot breath tickles your sole. He chuckles softly while moving to stand in front of you once more.

He is rather slim but his well-defined muscles hide the fact skilfully. Running your hands up his chest, he stops all movement and curiously watches you. A few scars grace his otherwise perfect skin and you decide to outline a few of them. It’s not really your fault that one happens to be so close to his nipple that he sighs in a content way, right?

Your fingers continue their journey upwards, just like your eyes have done in the library. You trace the small smile on his lips before covering them with yours again to let your tongues explore and tangle some more. In the meantime, your searching fingers head southwards and you swiftly open his jeans and push them down.

He steps out of them, kicking them aside while his hands find purchase inside the back pockets of your trousers. He grabs your butt and pulls you up, seemingly without any effort. Your back is pressing against the wall a few seconds later and your legs move to wrap around his waist. His arousal is quite evident, even through the thick material of your jeans and you can’t help but moan throatily into his kiss.

Well, it has the wonderful side-effect of him slowly grinding his pelvis into yours. Ah, yes. You are in heaven! Just … something is not right. Ah, again! Remus must have been having similar thoughts because he is now opening your pants. It is a rather more problematic activity considering your legs are still around him.

“Stand for a second.” His voice sounds strangled. Hah! You aren’t the only one loosing control around here. Thank Merlin.

You immediately oblige and your black silk knickers are exposed to his approving look. You quickly thank your clever mind that decided to put them on in the morning. Not that you are planning on wearing them much longer though.

He puts an arm behind your knees and carries you towards the bed while covering your face with little kisses. Well, great minds really have to think alike because the wall was rather cold and standing was out of the question for obvious reasons.

He lays you down and after another appraising gaze at your sprawled out body, a concerned look flashes on his face.

“Are you on a contraceptive potion?”

No, you are not. Damn ingredients seem to be on a personal warfare against your body. Good boy for remembering. Mentally you are planning on giving him a treat for his thoughtfulness while shaking your head.

He nods quickly and returns a moment later with wand in hand. He crawls onto the bed and kisses his way up your leg. Merlin, this werewolf must have had quite some extensive training because he finds all the hidden places that make you squirm and your breathing to come in little gasps.

His nose is now over the silken material still covering you. Through one squinting eye you notice his nostrils flaring when he inhales your essence deeply. Seconds later, his tongue is dipping into your belly button and your hips start arching off the bed. He pushes your top up and quickly taps the tip of his wand against your stomach while murmuring a contraceptive spell.

How can he remember the wording? If you were to perform any spell now it be like giving the kitchen to an eager five year old – downright disaster! You briefly hope his mind isn’t too fogged up to perform this correctly. A quick image of children running through the house flashes before your inner eye. All look suspiciously like Remus and you have been thrown into a mixer and then shrunk in the tumble-dryer.

Your mind pushes this bizarre image away to make enough room for the sensations that now course your every neuron in your nervous system. Remus has pushed your top up over your head and onto the floor. His mouth fastens around a nipple that is still inadequately covered. The movement of his flipping tongue against the material makes you moan and squirm wantonly.

When you arch into his demanding mouth, he takes the opportunity to reach behind your back and unfastens the clasp. Before he can do much more, you struggle out of it hastily. You briefly wonder if the person that invented bras still lived so you could pay him a visit and strangle him with one of his own inventions. Who would ever invent something as obstructing as a bra? What was it good for anyway? There was something, but your brain has no grasp on such unimportant matters currently.

More importantly, your hands tangle in his hair and selfishly pull him back to his task. He chuckles and speaks against your breast.

“That eager, huh?”

What was he on about? Naturally you are as eager as a Labrador that just had to get past performing a few tricks in order to be rewarded with a nice bone. You also want your bone. And you want it NOW. At this point small talk seems as important as a winter cloak on an Hawaiian beach in the middle of summer!

“Just thought you want to put that talented mouth of yours to better use than speech.” Wow. A whole sentence. A whole long sentence. And a bit of flattery usually goes a long way.

“Ah.” Is all he says with a knowing smile before recapturing your nipple and sucking on it. One hand trails down and starts stroking you through your soaked knickers. Embarrassment has been thrown overboard a long time ago and you really can’t say you miss it. Instead you try to get your body closer to his touch that is slowly but surely driving you completely nutters.

“You know,” he starts while placing open mouthed kissed down your torso, “I can. Do much more. Interesting. Things. with my mouth.”

Your response is a repressed mix between a cry and a moan. He quickly removes the black material that is all that is left between you and nakedness. Then he moves down to prove his point. He positioned himself between your spread legs and parts your folds with one hand. Hinguengue delves into your waiting, wet centre.

Merlin, you feel like crying right now.

He licks and kisses enthusiastically while you fall deeper into a hazed state than you have ever experienced. Nothing seems more important than his eager tongue against your aching flesh, touching everything at once but seemingly nothing at all. He takes the courtesy of staying completely clear of your clitoris. Hello! Itch that needs scratching right there! His hands are stroking the inside of your thighs and you could make an ugly mess of exploding if he doesn’t get into action soon.

“Remus,” you pant pleadingly, “Gods, just do it already.”

His chuckles against your exposed womanhood send the first tingles through your veins. The tingles that point to a soon-to-come orgasm.

Apparently, he was waiting for the verbalisation coming from your lips. Without warning, he pushes a finger deep into your awaiting body. When a second one is added along with the second stroke, the muscles in your thighs start to spasm. And oh! Finally, his mouth closes around your clit. His skilled tongue is stroking it while he is gently sucking it into his hot mouth.

Moans faintly reach your buzzing ears and you vaguely notice they originated in your own mouth. Your orgasm starts from within the depth of your stomach and spreads slowly, unhurriedly. When it reaches the farthest place in your limbs, your feet curl up and your hands clutch desperately into his hair.

You can feel your inner muscles clamp down around his ever thrusting fingers and a rush of wetness flows out past them.

Then he growls against your clit.

It is so genuine yet so primal and it causes your climax to be extended for a bit longer. Or was that the second one? Who cares! You let your mind return to enjoying the sensation that causes you to visualise noise and taste colours while listening to images.

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You push your eyes open and are spoiled with the close proximity of Remus’ face. Another, altogether inappropriate smirk is plastered on his face.

“Didn’t I tell you that that smug look doesn’t suit you?” your voice is deep, raspy and raw. And all you get is a raised eyebrow!

When he speaks he tries to hide the glee in his voice. He does not succeed. “Sure, and you only passed out because you felt like it.”

You did no such thing! Did you? Merlin’s beard, you did! Is this supposed to be embarrassing? Hard to judge, especially with that goofy grin spreading on your lips.


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TBC.