An Afternoon Away From The World
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Adult ++
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An Afternoon Away From The World
TITLE: An Afternoon Away From The World
RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: All characters, things, and locations are © J.K. Rowling and Scholastic. I own nothing.
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He pressed her up against the cold stone wall with such force that she let out a soft gasp before her arms curled around his neck and her leg lifted, hooking around his hips. Their lips found each other's right away, their heads tilting a bit to the side, as he pressed into and slowly began rocking against her. She moaned into his mouth as his tongue parted her lips, delving inside and exploring.
His hand snaked into her robes and lifted her skirt, fingertips parting her legs a bit as his middle finger slowly began massaging her slit through her tight, moistening panties. Her breath hitched and she lifted a bit, but soon began pushing against that finger and moaning, begging him for more. His finger slid her panties aside and slowly slid in, his thumb massaging the nub he knew would drive her wild, as his middle and ring fingers began pistoning in and out of her, mimicking what he was planning on doing to her later.
While he did this, her hand slowly moved down, running over the muscles in his arms, over his surprisingly toned chest and stomach, until it eventually slipped into his robes and deftly unbuttoned his pants. Her nimble fingers slid inside his underpants and curled around his member, giving it a soft squeeze before slowly stroking it, a grin on her lips as she felt it swell to it's full girth.
He moaned into her and put his free hand inside his pocket, sliding out his wand. He was thankful for Snape's laborious nonverbal spell lessons, because they allowed him to cast both the imperturbable and Colloportus charms on the empty broomcloset they were using, assuring their privacy, and making sure the kiss wouldn't be broken. He put his wand back into his robes just as he slid his third finger inside her, driving them as deep as they would go, causing her to moan so loudly he wasn't sure the charms would quite cover it up.
She broke the kiss and gently pushed him backward, divesting him of his robes and pants as she did so.. Once he regained his balance, he did the same to her, removing every last bit of clothing she wore. Once she was completely nude before him, he swooped down, taking her soft pink nipple in between his dark, mahogany lips, suckling softly as one of her hands reached down, reclaiming his member and stroking it slowly, while the other tangled in his short hair, her head tilting back as she moaned.
“Ngggh... D--” she was cut off by a particularly strong tremble and loud moan as he bit down softly on her pert nub. She pulled his head up and claimed his lips with hers once again, pushing him back again. He maneuvered them both down, lying partially on his back, as she climbed atop him and straddled his hips.
“Woah, hold on there love,” he whispered, following it with a chuckle. “Gotta make sure we're protected first.” He pulled his robes to him and whipped his wand out once more, making a swift looping gesture and muttering a charm that would protect her from getting pregnant. Satisfied, he tossed his wand aside, placed his hands on her hips, and drove his surprisingly large member up inside her, all the way to the hilt, not giving her any warning.
Her entire body shuddered against his, and she let out another loud moan, her nails digging into his shoulders. Once her head stopped spinning, she let her eyes slide down his body. His shirt had unbuttoned in the fray, allowing her the slightest glimpse of a hard, toned, slightly sweaty torso, and not quite disguising the rapidity of his breathing. They continued their roving until they fell upon his hips, where the sight of his dark chocolate skin against her pale, freckled flesh added so much pleasure and naughtiness to her thoughts that she very nearly came on the spot.
He felt her tighten around his member and smirked, knowing and loving exactly what she was thinking. He gripped her hips again after leaning up and kissing her, then slowly began to make her rock against him, wanting her to find her own pace. He leaned down and continued his assault on her nipples, while one of his hands dipped down from her hip and once again began massaging the nub just above her entrance.
She couldn't help but shudder again as he touched that sensitive bundle of nerves, and soon she sped up her rocking, to the point where she was riding him, her lithe form softly slapping against his stronger body, her hair flying wildly in every direction. She came not once, but three times, in quick succession, thanks largely to his attention to her breasts and clit.
Soon, he laid back down, the strength slowly leaving him as she rode him faster and harder, his breathing becoming labored, his moans becoming prolonged and lustful. “Nnnggh... love.... I'm gonna... ohhhh... come...”
She leaned down and pressed against him, her walls squeezing around his member as she rode him faster and harder, milking him for all he was worth, her voice sultry and heavy as she spoke into his ears. “Come for me then, baby.” She softly bit his lower lip, one hand curling in his hair again. “Fill me up, and make me yours.”
He could hold back no longer. His arms wrapped quickly around her tiny body and he thrust fully up into her, his body trembling as he shot inside her, her name coming past his lips as he moaned into her ear. She came at the same time, for her fourth and final time, her arms wrapped around his strong shoulders, her chest heaving against his.
“Gods, Ginny” he whispered, giving her neck a soft kiss. “I don't know how I keep up with you. You wear me out every single time.”
She let out a tired giggle and curled against him, her fingertips dancing across his chest. “I dunno, Dean. I was just wondering the same thing. I don't think I've ever come less than twice with you, and that's saying something.”
They both laughed and cuddled for a bit longer before getting up, dressing, and heading back to Gryffindor Tower, the sunlight streaming through the windows like an expression of the euphoria they were still experiencing.
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Hope you liked it. Been re-reading Half-Blood Prince, and got the urge to write again. If you've got a moment, review and let me know what you think. ~M
RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: All characters, things, and locations are © J.K. Rowling and Scholastic. I own nothing.
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He pressed her up against the cold stone wall with such force that she let out a soft gasp before her arms curled around his neck and her leg lifted, hooking around his hips. Their lips found each other's right away, their heads tilting a bit to the side, as he pressed into and slowly began rocking against her. She moaned into his mouth as his tongue parted her lips, delving inside and exploring.
His hand snaked into her robes and lifted her skirt, fingertips parting her legs a bit as his middle finger slowly began massaging her slit through her tight, moistening panties. Her breath hitched and she lifted a bit, but soon began pushing against that finger and moaning, begging him for more. His finger slid her panties aside and slowly slid in, his thumb massaging the nub he knew would drive her wild, as his middle and ring fingers began pistoning in and out of her, mimicking what he was planning on doing to her later.
While he did this, her hand slowly moved down, running over the muscles in his arms, over his surprisingly toned chest and stomach, until it eventually slipped into his robes and deftly unbuttoned his pants. Her nimble fingers slid inside his underpants and curled around his member, giving it a soft squeeze before slowly stroking it, a grin on her lips as she felt it swell to it's full girth.
He moaned into her and put his free hand inside his pocket, sliding out his wand. He was thankful for Snape's laborious nonverbal spell lessons, because they allowed him to cast both the imperturbable and Colloportus charms on the empty broomcloset they were using, assuring their privacy, and making sure the kiss wouldn't be broken. He put his wand back into his robes just as he slid his third finger inside her, driving them as deep as they would go, causing her to moan so loudly he wasn't sure the charms would quite cover it up.
She broke the kiss and gently pushed him backward, divesting him of his robes and pants as she did so.. Once he regained his balance, he did the same to her, removing every last bit of clothing she wore. Once she was completely nude before him, he swooped down, taking her soft pink nipple in between his dark, mahogany lips, suckling softly as one of her hands reached down, reclaiming his member and stroking it slowly, while the other tangled in his short hair, her head tilting back as she moaned.
“Ngggh... D--” she was cut off by a particularly strong tremble and loud moan as he bit down softly on her pert nub. She pulled his head up and claimed his lips with hers once again, pushing him back again. He maneuvered them both down, lying partially on his back, as she climbed atop him and straddled his hips.
“Woah, hold on there love,” he whispered, following it with a chuckle. “Gotta make sure we're protected first.” He pulled his robes to him and whipped his wand out once more, making a swift looping gesture and muttering a charm that would protect her from getting pregnant. Satisfied, he tossed his wand aside, placed his hands on her hips, and drove his surprisingly large member up inside her, all the way to the hilt, not giving her any warning.
Her entire body shuddered against his, and she let out another loud moan, her nails digging into his shoulders. Once her head stopped spinning, she let her eyes slide down his body. His shirt had unbuttoned in the fray, allowing her the slightest glimpse of a hard, toned, slightly sweaty torso, and not quite disguising the rapidity of his breathing. They continued their roving until they fell upon his hips, where the sight of his dark chocolate skin against her pale, freckled flesh added so much pleasure and naughtiness to her thoughts that she very nearly came on the spot.
He felt her tighten around his member and smirked, knowing and loving exactly what she was thinking. He gripped her hips again after leaning up and kissing her, then slowly began to make her rock against him, wanting her to find her own pace. He leaned down and continued his assault on her nipples, while one of his hands dipped down from her hip and once again began massaging the nub just above her entrance.
She couldn't help but shudder again as he touched that sensitive bundle of nerves, and soon she sped up her rocking, to the point where she was riding him, her lithe form softly slapping against his stronger body, her hair flying wildly in every direction. She came not once, but three times, in quick succession, thanks largely to his attention to her breasts and clit.
Soon, he laid back down, the strength slowly leaving him as she rode him faster and harder, his breathing becoming labored, his moans becoming prolonged and lustful. “Nnnggh... love.... I'm gonna... ohhhh... come...”
She leaned down and pressed against him, her walls squeezing around his member as she rode him faster and harder, milking him for all he was worth, her voice sultry and heavy as she spoke into his ears. “Come for me then, baby.” She softly bit his lower lip, one hand curling in his hair again. “Fill me up, and make me yours.”
He could hold back no longer. His arms wrapped quickly around her tiny body and he thrust fully up into her, his body trembling as he shot inside her, her name coming past his lips as he moaned into her ear. She came at the same time, for her fourth and final time, her arms wrapped around his strong shoulders, her chest heaving against his.
“Gods, Ginny” he whispered, giving her neck a soft kiss. “I don't know how I keep up with you. You wear me out every single time.”
She let out a tired giggle and curled against him, her fingertips dancing across his chest. “I dunno, Dean. I was just wondering the same thing. I don't think I've ever come less than twice with you, and that's saying something.”
They both laughed and cuddled for a bit longer before getting up, dressing, and heading back to Gryffindor Tower, the sunlight streaming through the windows like an expression of the euphoria they were still experiencing.
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Hope you liked it. Been re-reading Half-Blood Prince, and got the urge to write again. If you've got a moment, review and let me know what you think. ~M