My Side

There is a
story. A story that tells her how I know
she wants me. She is eager to hear it.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I tell her I will meet her at the place of
her choosing, and she tells me she’s taken a room at The Leaky Cauldron.

I know her reasons
for being there have nothing to do with me.
Still, the opportunity to meet in private is there, and I take it.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Must tread carefully not to
take her immediately after I tell her the story.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> She has never been with anyone, had never
been kissed until my lips crushed hers moments ago.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I want her.
Cad that I am, I want her immediately.
I wanted her months ago. But this
is not to be rushed. We will court.

I arrive early, as
is my habit, and mingle unhappily with the freshly minted witches and
wizards. I see her arrive, flushed from
the heat of the afternoon. class=GramE>Flushed with arousal.
Impatient to be safely inside the room she’s taken.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Irritated at the delay when
a classmate detains her with inane questions about N.E.W.T. results.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> And then hurrying, hurrying up the stairs.

Insensate though
they are with their first lawful taste of ale, the newly graduated boys can
undoubtedly still feel the heat from her cunt.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> More so, as she is making
so little effort to hide it.
Their eyes are upon her. I’m not
the only one who desires her to the point of madness.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I am still reeling from the knowledge that
she desires me. I can feel the upo upon
me as I ascend the stairs only moments behind her.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I don’t care.

She is quick to
answer my knock. Her hair is still damp
from a shower. I bully her about her
behavior below. She seems to like it.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I kiss her, sliding my tongue between her
lips and exploring her mouth fully, trailing my hands up her sides.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> She is not wearing a bra.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Must end this, or my fingers will be at her
buttons. And there is still the story to
tell her. I break away,
remind her that she’ll get no answers with her tongue in my mouth.

She is
petulant. Sits huffily upon the couch,
and offers me tea with a sneer. I accept
coolly. She demands answers.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I tell her most of the story.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> She crawls to me on the coucd kid kisses
me. I force myself to stop, and offer the
gift I have brought her. She accepts it,
struggling for breath.

I like her
struggling for breath.

I am weak.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I wrap my fingers in her hair and pull her
headk. There is no tenderness in
me: I am sucking greedily, biting her
earlobe. I find the sensitive spot below
her ear. She groans as I flick my tongue
roughly over it. I pull her closer, my
hands on her hips, tugging her into my lap.
She is delicious, she is pliable.

She is soaking
wet, even through her knickers.

Even after a
shower.

I remind myself
that I am here to court her. I break
from her, tell her of my plan. class=GramE>Courtship. My hands
stray to her buttons even as I speak.

My plan is shot to
hell when she draws my hand between her legs.
She is not wearing
knickers. She is completely open in my
lap. Open, and so close to my now
itching fingers. My vision dims.

She is innocently
aggressive and suggests we meander to the bed.

I decline.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I have waited for this.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I’ll not rush it.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> For either of us.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I unfasten her robe to the waist.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Her breasts are as smooth as blown glass, but
so much warmer. I ease my fingers under class=GramE>them, brush her nipples with my thumb.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> She has never been touchedan
an
style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> She has been waiting for my touch.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Her breathing stutters.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I kiss her again, my tongue mimicking the movement
of my thumbs.

She is
impatient. She is aching, and she
begs. I want to hear that for a long,
long time. I unfasten the remaining
buttons. She is fully naked before
me. Her body is rosy with
anticipation. Her pubic hair is
glistening with it. But when I reach a
hand to stroke it, she hesitates. class=GramE>Bows her head.

I cannot force
her. The decision must be hers.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> She shyly urges me on.

Oh, gods in the
earth. She is so excited.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Must go gently.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Her clit is waiting for my thumb.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I rock over it.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> She moans, not nearly loud enough for my
taste, but too loud for the thin walls of this room.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I laugh and place a silencing spell on the
walls.

She curses:style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Fuck
you.

style=\'mso-bidi-font-style:normal\'>Eventually, I assure her.

And then I am
inside her. Not as I want to be, but
it’s something. She is getting
wetter. Another
finger, then. That makes
three. Thumb still
lazy on her clit.

Yes, she likes
this. She tilts her head back for me to
capture her nipple in my mouth. She
likes this very much. As I like her
fingers digging my shoulders. I sample
her other nipple.

Her hips are
moving against my hand – is she even aware of it?

She is begging
again. Begging me to
go faster. Must
keep her from going overboard. I
hold her in place while I fuck her with my fingers.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Holding her is not as effective as I would
have hoped.< sty style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> She likes being
restrained. I bring her closer and urge
her to enjoy the moment.

She calls my name
when she comes. Unbelievable,
to hear my name torn from her. I
make it last as long as I can. When she
is done, I lick her fluid from my finger.
Not good enough. Time to go to
the bed, where I can fuck her properly, in every way I want to.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I plan to take hours exploring her body.

Perhaps this is
her first om. She cannot walk.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I carry her.
Her body naked against my robes.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Why am I still
dressed? I cannot resist throwing her
down to catch an unblocked view of her pussy.
She scrambles backward. The view
is heavenly.

I undress as
quickly as possible and climb next to her.
I am so hard it hurts. I can
hardly think.
Maybe that first?style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Fuck her now and immerse myself in her flavor
afterward?

Check that.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> She is nowhere near ready.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Not looking at me.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Has she never seen a penis?style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Perhaps she’s never seen an erection.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Either way, she is unable to look at it.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Another confirmation point, then.

She needs more
from me before I fuck her. class=GramE>Back to my original plan.

She has never been
tasted. She is afraid of it.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> She can’en wen watch as I take her.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I have to put her feet over my
shoulders. She knows nothing – my joy is
complete.

Heaven,
or nirvana, whatever you prefer.
It must smell like her pussy smells right now.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> And the taste – even before I am fully over
her, I can’t resist tonguing her lips.
She is still swollen from her orgasm.
She is trembling with fear.

I massage her
stomach; she must relax to enjoy this.

And then she is
relaxing under my hands, her thighs loosening around my ears.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I feel the second she surrenders to
it. To me.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Her breathing is faster as I make my way
along her, pressing closer to my goal.

At my slightest
touch to her clitoris, her hips are straining to meet my mouth.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> This will not do.

She needs to be
restrained again. She enjoys it.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> She pushes halfheartedly at my arm over her
abdomen. I blow air over her cunt.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> She abandons the effort to remove my arm,
preferring instead to be held down. We
must explore this side of her more fully at another time.

Soon my tongue is
coated with the evidence of her pleasure.
Not only my tongue: my mouth, my face.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I go as slowly as is possible, for no other
reason than to hear her moan. I can’t
get enough of her into my mouth. I want
to swallow her whole. I want to suck her
dry, then make her wet and do it again.

She is so
close. I massage her clit with my thumb
and work another part of me inside her – my tongue.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I suck as hard as I can.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> She comes around me.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I rise up and drive into her with my
fingers. This may open her up for my
prick. She comes hard again.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Screaming this time.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Screaming under my hand.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I can’t wait any longer.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I crawl up her and hold her tightly until she
calms down.

Until we both calm
down, and I can take it slow.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> With great effort, I restrain my hips from
driving into her right then and there. I
murmur into her ear and rub my face into her neck.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I tell her she tastes like the ocean breeze,
which is true but not nearly the entire story.
I inform her truthfully that I could taste her all night.

style=\'mso-bidi-font-style:normal\'>Tonight?style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Her voice is shaking.

style=\'mso-bidi-font-style:normal\'>No, I whisper.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I want
to be inside you. style=\'mso-bidi-font-style:normal\'>Are you ready for that?

Her body is
shaking as her voice was shaking. Her
nod is unsteady. But a
nod.

I am inside of
her. I force myself to go slowly, my
entire body quivering in a way that is foreign to me.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I cannot stop myself from whispering her name
over and over as I move slowly in and out, finding my path.

It hurts her.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I rejoice in her pain.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> It means that I am the only one she will ever
know this way. Her pussy was made for me alone, this channel made solely by my thrusting.
It hurts. I go as deep as I
can. I feel our bodies meet.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I feel her along every centimeter.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I am throbbing.

She doesn’t know
yet to move under me. I request that she
move.

And then she is
raising her hips to meet mine. Oh, god–

She sees my
reaction, and moves faster, slamming into me as I thrust down.

I shouldn’t have
told her yet. It’s too soon.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I t>I tell her to slow down at least.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> And then I’m begging her to slow down.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> If she doesn’t, if this doesn’t stop–

My control
snaps. I must fuck her hard style=\'mso-bidi-font-style:normal\'>right theconecond.

I drag myself to
my knees and yank her legs in the air, then move quickly forward to drive into
her again. I wrap her ankles around my
neck. Leaning forward, I rest my weight
on her thighs and fuck her as hard as I can.
She is shrieking. Whether in
pleasure or in pain or both, I don’t know.
I am unable to make any coherent sound.
The very best I can manage is to breathe at all. style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I am desperate and aching for release.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> For this moment, I don’t care whether she
comes or not, only that I am fucking her senseless, as I’ve wanted to for so
long>
>

Thank the gods she
does come, and then some. She is howling
her delight when she comes around me, and she is so tight I feel her
contractions like a tourniquet. It pushes
me over the edge. I am insane with
pleasure. I am delirious.

I have never
fucked someone who loves me. I have never
fucked someone I love.

I attempt her name
when I come. Only broken whispers make
it past my lips.

I want to fuck her
without pause for the remainder of my natural life.