Sing Into Me
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,254
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Sing Into Me
Sing Into Me
by Anu (anubeta@lycos.com)
James/Lily? R ish, but not exactly explicit.
For Natalie. You\'ll make this gay man bi yet, darling.
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She loved to have her breasts touched, held, squeezed throughly. He loved to do it, loved the way they felt, smelled, tasted along the curves.
He liked how they pressed his chest, against his own erect nipples when they had sex.
Sweating, gasping, he would always ask one thing of her, the same thing, everytime. \"Sing into me.\"
And her rich alto, sweet and emotional, would flood his open mouth from hers, and he could feel it echo in his own throat, and it was better than humming when he got off, better than screaming, better than the grunts he always made so damn quietly.
Never any tune, any petty song. Always just the mood of the moment, her own emotion. Lust and music, mixed into a heady wine that pulled them both over the edge, spiraling into the fall together.
And they always wept at the end.
by Anu (anubeta@lycos.com)
James/Lily? R ish, but not exactly explicit.
For Natalie. You\'ll make this gay man bi yet, darling.
----------------
She loved to have her breasts touched, held, squeezed throughly. He loved to do it, loved the way they felt, smelled, tasted along the curves.
He liked how they pressed his chest, against his own erect nipples when they had sex.
Sweating, gasping, he would always ask one thing of her, the same thing, everytime. \"Sing into me.\"
And her rich alto, sweet and emotional, would flood his open mouth from hers, and he could feel it echo in his own throat, and it was better than humming when he got off, better than screaming, better than the grunts he always made so damn quietly.
Never any tune, any petty song. Always just the mood of the moment, her own emotion. Lust and music, mixed into a heady wine that pulled them both over the edge, spiraling into the fall together.
And they always wept at the end.