14 Days

Day Five:



All Marcus could hear was the sound of his own rather heavy breathing in the taut silence of the quiet room in the Astronomy Tower. Every now and then a soft, feminine moan would sound.



“Stop. Please, Marcus,” moaned Persephone.



“Do you really want me to stop?” asked Marcus throatily. He swallowed and moved his fingers lightly over her stiff clitoris. His hand was buried in her pants and he was stroking her. They had spent the past hour in the Tower kissing and groping each other. Marcus had taken the next step.



“I…yes,” said Persephone uncertainly. Her feverish eyes looked into Marcus deep blue ones.



“You don’t sound sure,” purred Marcus as he slid his fingers around her arousal gently but insistently.



“I don’t know,” moaned Persephone as a pulse-pounding shiver went through her frame. She couldn’t think when he was touching her.



“Shhh,” said Marcus soothingly as his fingers began to move faster.



“Marcus,” said Persephone as flush of heat burst through her frame. “I have never-“



“I know,” said Marcus against her lips. He kissed her mouth gently but his fingers kept moving. He smiled as he felt her cleft get slicker by the passing second. “We are not doing that, love. Youstilstill walk out the door a virgin. But let me show you what passion feels like.”



“I..ohhhh,” moaned Persephone as she arched under his knowing hands. She had known even before she exchanged that first kiss with Marcus what getting involved with him would lead to. She had no idea that it would feel this good.



“Let me kiss you,” urged Marcus as he panted beside her on the worn sofa.



Persephone turned her face up for his kiss.



Marcus grinned and said with a throaty tone and a raised eyebrow, “Not there, love.” His fingers moved and he said, “There.”



Persephone’s face flushed and she shook her head in shock. She watched mutely as Marcus slid to his knees in front of her and parted her knees with a lascivious grin. He looked deep into her eyes intently as he tugged off her pants and pulled her skirt up high.



“You mustn’t,” said Persephone weakly. But she was mesmerized the look in the Slytherin captain’s eyes. They promised a world of pleasure.

She watched helpless with desire as he kissed her knee, then trailed soft kisses up her thighs.



Marcus moaned as he touched her shapely legs. That is what first attracted him to her. In Potions, sht act across the aisle. He spent most of the term looking at her legs, hoping for glimpse of her thighs. The thighs he was currently stroking and kissing. He looked up into her glazed eyes and with a sudden move pulled her down so he was a hair’s breath from her pussy and her legs were draped over his broad shoulders. He looked at her pussy hungrily. He could smell her arousal. His erection was going to rip a hole through his trousers soon.



Persephone gave a gasping cry and closed her eyes when she felt his tongue slide down her cleft. Feelings she didn’t know existed flooded through her body. She was breathless, excited and scared, all at the same time. She was completely unable to prevent the moans that were being wrenched from her throat as he gave her stiff clitoris teasing soft licks alternating with sucking kisses. She could feel his soft hair brushing the inside of her thighs.



Marcus’s mouth licked and sucked for all he was worth. He could actually feel her body flush with heat. He loved the taste of her, sweet and innocent. He reached up a long finger and gently explored her wet folds. He began to suck rhythmically on her pulsing nub as his finger tried to penetrate her sheath. He gave a low groan as he felt how tight she was. He gently moved the tip of his finger back and forth inside her as his tongue moved faster and faster on her clitoris.



Persephone gave a low sob when she felt his finger enter her. She was panting hard now. A tingle that began at her toes in a slow, hot wave of pleasure went sweeping through her body in a tight wave. Then another wave of pleasure engulfed her as she screamed. Persephone’s hands closed on his hair as another wave of pleasure rocketed through her body. She opened her eyes as the pleasure engulfed her again. What seemed an age later, Persephone gave a long sigh as her body relaxed under Marcus’s now soothing tongue. She had never felt pleasure that intense before. She unclenched her handom Mom Marcus’s hair.



“Oh,” said Persephone eloquently as she looked at Marcus. Marcus gave a cocky grin as he took in her dazed expression, passion flushed lips and trembling body.



“You liked it?” asked Marcus unnecessarily. He grinned as the Ravenclaw girl could only nod with her eyes wide.



Marcus got up off his knees and joined her on the sofa. He took her hand and put it over his erection that was straining his trousers.



“Touch me,” urged Marcus. “It’s your turn to touch me.”



“I don’t know how,” said Persephone uncertainly.



“I’ll show you,” said Marcus huskily as he undid his trousers and pulled his thick, stiff cock out.



“I….it’s very big,” breathed Persephone. She turned her shocked eyes up to look at Marcus’s face. She gasped as Marcus took her hand and wrapped it around his erection.



“Like this,” said Marcus as he bit back a moan. Her fingers were tentative as pettpetted him. He urged her to hold him tighter and to move her hand faster.



“You feel like warm velvet,” said Persephone as her hand moved the shaft of Marcus’s cock up and down. He showed her how to squeeze at him.



“That’s it,” said Marcus as his voice hitched. He closed his eyes and moved his hips up at her squeezing hand. Marcus knew it wasn’t going to take long. It seemed to him that he had been hard for hours. He licked his lips. He could still taste her.



Marcus urged her to go faster. She obeyed. It was only a matter of a minute when he erupted.



“Persephone, keep pumping, love” moaned Marcus as he came against her pumping hand. Marcus groaned as he spurted again and again.



Persephone watched Marcus’s face contort as he came against her hand with a warm gush of sticky come. She continued to pump at him until he stopped moving his hips. She listened to him pant as she touched the sticky white substance on his stomach and her fingers with curiosity.



“Taste it,” urged Marcus with a husky moan as he languidly watched her face. She looked up at him then put her fingers in her mouth. She recoiled slightly then licked her lips.



“Salty,” whispered Persephone. He lifted her hand and urged her taste her fingers again. She did. Their eyes never broke contact.



“It’s only half eight,” said Marcus intently.



“I know,” said Persephone.



“Come back to my room,” urged Marcus.



“I don’t think I am ready for that yet,” whispered Persephone. “We could stay here and…do more.”



“More what?” asked Marcus huskily.



“This,” whispered Persephone. She leaned down and licked a sticky trail of semen from his belly.



“Come to my room, tomorrow,” demanded Marcus as his abdomen clenched and he buried his fingers in her hair.



“Perhaps,” whispered Persephone, her lips against his hard stomach.