Engagement Gift

She lay on his bed, the silk sheets curving around her arse nicely, and she stared at the ceiling. It was their anniversary, they had been dating for three years that day, and she was waiting for him to get home. Since yesterday he had given her the best anniversary present ever, a large diamond engagement ring, she was going to give him the best fuck ever tonight. She knew exactly how he liked it, and knew even more that he loved to be surprised.

Merlin, was he going to be surprised.

The ring glittered prettily on her finger, and as she touched it to her stomach, was cold to the touch. It was the only thing she wore, although once he got home, she would put on some sexy knickers to pleasure him with. For now, she was content to pleasure herself on his bed, completely naked.

Just imagining his smirk caused her juices to lather her upper thighs. Imagining his drawl soaked the sheets beneath her with her juices. Unable to take it any longer, she spread her legs wide, and placed her hand between them. One finger slipped inside, quickly followed by one, no two, more and she began to stroke. Within a moment her hips were bucking and she was screaming out his name, imagining it to be his fingers inside of her, and then his cock, pumping and pumping and then releasing inside of her.

As she came down from her climax, she realised hurriedly that he was due home in five minutes. It took a moment or two to get up, clean herself off, and then Scourgify the sheets. While they might be dirty again that night, and he might be incredibly turned on if he knew that his fiancé masturbated on his bed when he was at work, she wanted everything perfect. Everything had to be in its proper place.

Satisfied with the state of the sheets, she turned to her knickers. The whole point of the night was to pleasure her fiancée to no end, so every little detail was important. She slipped on the deep green lace push-up bra as well as a long chain with a letter “D” which sat between her breasts. “Let’s see if you can get this,” she muttered as the silver letter disappeared between her double-D sized breasts. Next were the knickers, of the same deep green lace variety, except it was a thong. “He does love Muggle knickers,” she muttered with a grin, and turned to face the full length mirror which stood behind her.

After admiring her extremely large chest, tiny little waist, and scantily clad arse, she decided that there was still something missing. “Aren’t we erotic,” drawled the mirror, in a voice so similar to her fiancée that she almost needed to relieve herself again. However, she tried to resist it, and instead reached for a green ribbon to match the kickers and tied her unruly chestnut curls back.

A “pop” echoed throughout the silent manor, and she knew that he was home. Quickly she grabbed a red silk robe, tied it tightly around her waist, and slipped into a pair of three-inch stiletto green heels. Normally she never did this sort of thing, but he deserved to be pleasured in every way possible, so she was going to do everything in her power to astound him.

“Miss!” cried a little House Elf, who arrived with a “pop” similar to that of her fiancée. “Miss, Master Draco is home, and is in the study!” she cried, before disappearing. One part of her plan was complete. Know that Draco was in the study, she could continue on her way. Slowly she strutted out of the room and down the stairs, on her toes to ensure that he couldn’t hear the sound of her heels on the mahogany floors.