Hard Days Work

Cassius is a OC, I read from another fanfiction.
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Remus entered the room and flopped down into the chair, sighing. It had been a long week. The strain of his woes showed in the heavy creases in his face, and she was concerned. Cassius wanted to help him feel better, to ease some of his tension. She sat in his lap, placing her head against his chest and wrapping her arms around his waist. Remus smiled softly and settled into the embrace, content for the first time in a long while.

The smell of her hair and the proximity of her warm body began to affect him and he felt a stirring between his legs. He kissed her hair softly, massaging her shoulder blade with his huge hand and murmuring to her, I love you... Remus took her earlobe in his teeth and pulled gently, once. She then responded with a soft gasp and began to wiggle on his lap. Remus knew that she wanted him as badly as he did her, so he turned her head to him and kissed her, hard, on the mouth, thrusting his tongue between her lips. Cassius responded by caressing his tongue with hers, sliding her hands under his shirt to caress his bare toned chest.

His need was very intense now, and as quickly as his fingers could manage it, he unbuttoned her blouse with one hand, using the other to rub her breasts through her lace bra. He peeled back the nylon covering her right breast with a single huge finger, holding it out of the way so his tongue could find her nipple. She moaned and pushed her body toward his warm, moist mouth, her body on fire now, aching.

Pressing against his straining erection with her thighs, she held his face firmly against her breasts. He pulled back, blowing a stream of cool air on the nipple until it hardened, then encircled it again with lips, rolling the hard flesh between them. She could feel his hardness through his jeans, rubbing between her legs, and it thrilled her. She bore down on him harder, rocking back and forth on it, her gratification already beginning to build. He repeated the treatment on the other nipple, trying to slow down, but the feel of her hips grinding into him was becoming unbearable for him.

Remus didn\'t want to wait any longer. His hands dove downward, finding her wetness, pressing harder against her. He carefully ran his index finger along her lower lips, following the path until it was buried inside her, the rest of his hand rubbing against her clit in a rhythm older than time. She leaned back slightly, allowing his fingers easier access, and moaned as he expertly danced against her aching clit.

His right hand fumbled with the buttons on his jeans, a task made difficult by his position and her weight. With the dual pressure of his fingers deep within her and his mouth tugging at her nipples, her orgasm wasn\'t long in coming. She peaked high and hard, and he continued tantalizing her in order to make the sensations last as long as possible. The feel of her inner muscles clenching against his fingers made him redouble his efforts to free his straining member.

When her orgasm finally faded, she smiled at him and kissed him deeply, then climbed off his lap. Kneeling on the floor between his legs she took the hand that had been buried in her and kissed it, licking her juices from between his fingers. God, the feel of her mouth on his fingers, sucking, pulling, made his manhood grow even larger, pressing painfully against the restraints of his jeans.

Tasting herself on his fingers thrilled her. When his fingers were clean she pressed his hand back to her swollen nipple and quickly finished unbuttoning his jeans. He squeezed and pinched her, groaning her name as she pulled his dick out and stroked the velvety head. She held the shaft in one hand while stroking the head with the other, running her hand over it from fingertips to palm and back again. Then she took him deep into her mouth, sliding her face down along the thick shaft until the head was tickling her tonsils.

His fingers trembled as they ran her hard nipple quickly between them. His head was thrown back in pleasure, and he moaned deep in his throat. Only in his fantasies had he imagined her doing this to him. Submitting to her skilled tongue, he ran his right hand through her hair, caressing her scalp, as he gave himself up to pleasure.

He could feel his orgasm building. It was too soon, too soon... He pulled himself out of her mouth and leaned over, putting his hands under her thighs and lifting her in the air, bringing her down on top of himself until he was buried deep inside her. The feel of him entering her, sliding deep into her, opening her up, made her gasp and throw her head back. She sat still, quivering around him, for a few delicious moments. Then slowly, ever so slowly, she ground her hips against him, reveling in the contorted expression of pleasure that came across his face. He took hold of her hips and tried to force her to move faster but she wanted to take her time.

He took a deep breath, then lifted her up until only the huge head of his length was still inside her. He could feel her entrance rubbing against the back of his rod, her hips moving in a dance that increased the pressure first on one side, than another. He held her that way as long as he could, then he let her down again, quickly, feeling himself touch the very recesses of her. They moaned together as she fell.

He did it again and again until he was at the end of his strength and each time she fell sent a shockwave of pleasure coursing through her swollen clit. He was bathed in sweat now, the groaning in his throat becoming louder and harsher with each stroke. When at last he stopped, he leaned far back in the chair, his hands dropping to his sides, and she pushed his body back further, freeing her somewhat to begin moving on him.

Her fingers grasped around the base of his penis, just outside herself, forming a ring of pressure. As she raised and lowered herself on him, her fingers followed. Tightness following tightness, He\'s breath was coming in short, harsh groans and the movement of his hips had grown ragged.

She teased him mercilessly, varying the speed with which she moved, slowing down when he seemed ready to climb the peak and speeding up when he calmed a bit. He stopped moving altogether, threw his head back and closed his eyes, riding the waves of pleasure. After a moment, he placed the fleshy pad of his thumb on her clit and began massaging it, knowing she would not permit his release until she came again.

With a groan, he sat up. Still massaging her hard bud, he levered his head forward and caught a nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it hard, dragging his teeth along its sensitive tip. The combination of him filling her, sucking her, touching her, was too much. Her orgasm burst upon her, filling her whole body, and she grabbed the back of his head, crying out his name, shaking. Her body wracked as spasm after spasm hit and he continued stroking and sucking her until she pushed his head and fingers away, raw and pulsating. Then she paused for only a moment before bracing her feet firmly on either side of the chair and riding him like a wild horse, seeking now to give him the release he so richly deserved.

Though she had been tight, almost too tight at first, her juices had spread, easing the path. She slid up and down on him easily. Over and over he found himself thrust in and out, the pressure unbearable. He felt his orgasm approach, hot jism racing up his shaft, and grabbed her hips in his hands, grinding her into him. She felt the head of his length grow huge inside her, pulsing, then his hot fluid spurted out, filling her.

Head back, eyes screwed shut, Remus rode the wave of his orgasm, stamping his foot against the floor, his throat raw from the guttural noises and howling he has made. When it was over, neither moved, but he could feel their co-mingled juices spreading across his abdomen and upper thighs, the viscous liquids pooling in the space between their bodies. Cassius collapsed against his chest, still gripping him deep within her and together they waited for their breathing to slow.

His arms moved around her naked back, holding her firmly in place, rubbing her weary muscles. She nestled into his chest, waiting. She expected him to fall asleep. Instead, his hips started a very soft, slow movement and she realized he had stayed hard inside her, that he wanted her again...