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Breathe

By: Nevermind113
folder Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Narcissa
Rating: Adult +
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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.

Breathe

Ever since the arrival of little Draco, things have changed. Obviously, with the arrival of a baby, people do change; I became a father, Narcissa, a mother. But I didn’t expect to be second best, something that I am not comfortable with. It was good before Draco, I mean I love my son, but I loved my time with Narcissa. How we spent every waking moment together, I remember when I met her. My world stopped; it began again. Narcissa was breathtakingly beautiful, she had the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen, the kind that one gets lost in and never wants to find the exist. She had beautiful skin, smooth and soft. Pale, like that of a porcelain doll, without a single spot or blemish. I loved everything about her; the way she laughed, the way she smiled. I loved the smell of her beautiful, strawberry blonde hair, and the way she walks, with the little sway in her step. Her beautiful body, so pure and fine, beautiful curves… everything about her is perfect, pure and innocent without a care in the world. The sex was great too.

Life has been pretty hectic, everything is so dangerously complicated, so ridiculously busy, this way of fast living, I can’t breathe.

It’s a hot summer’s night, which is unusual here in Wiltshire, as it never usually reaches beyond a healthy twenty-five degrees. But tonight, the mercury’s have reached beyond thirty-five, something that we had not prepared for. I lie in bed, a thin silk sheet over my body, and I shut my eyes, trying, wishing for sleep. But it doesn’t come.

For hours I lie there, and eventually, the sound of small footsteps and the door being pulled ajar met my ears. I didn’t look up, I knew it was Narcissa. She closes the door and leans against it, sighing heavily. I sit up, glancing at her through the thin mesh lilac curtains that surrounded the four-poster bed. They swayed in the light breeze that flowed through the open window. Narcissa remained leaning against the door. I threw the sheet of me and pushed the curtains aside, and sat on the edge of the bed.
It was quite dark in the room; the only light was that coming from the moon outside, which seemed to act as a kind of spot-light around her, illuminating her curves perfectly. Her long, blond hair hung messily around her, her lips were a blood-red colour, making her skin appear a soft shade of white. She smiled at me. A smile that I have not seen in so long that I’ve almost forgotten it. She was a stunning picture of beauty.

“I finally got him to sleep” she said softly, her eyes shut, appearing as if she’s enjoying this moment of peace.
I gave her a small smile when her eyes opened. She returned it sweetly, before giving a small yawn.

“Tiered?” I asked, knowing the feeling all too well myself. I haven’t been able to sleep since I don’t know when, I can’t remember the last time I feel into that peaceful state of mind, where I am safe, where nothing else matters. Insomnia. She shook her head, her deep blue eyes connecting with mine, and I felt it. The intensity within her. Her eyes showed it, the longing, the need, the desire. A smirk spread across her face, and slowly, she walked towards me, letting the straps of her thin silk nightdress slip of her shoulders. She let it fall to the floor, and stood before me. My eyes looked her up and down hungrily, the moonlight making her more desirable. She straddled my hips, her hands resting on my shoulders, and kissed me.

Her lips were soft and gentle as they met mine, but I wanted more, I needed more. My tongue circled her lips gently, begging for entry which she so graciously allowed, and our tongues danced; she tasted sweet, I wanted more.
She began to gently move her hips up and down slowly against mine, and I could feel myself begin to grow hot. She broke the kiss, gasping for air, her chest rising and falling quickly. My hands traveled slowly up her stomach, to her perfectly rounded breasts. She looked down, her eyes following the movements of my hands, curious anticipation flooded her eyes. I run my fingertips across them slowly across them, she shivered at my touch. I smirked, and kissed down her neck, a small moan escaping her lips. I continued my way downwards, running my tongue over her nipples, feeling them harden as I do so.

But she gave me a small push back; I stared up into her eyes. She wore the same wicked smirk I remember from so long ago. “I’ve missed this, Lucius” she said, her hands running down my chest slowly, giving me a somewhat innocent look. Her hands got to the line of my boxers, and in a swift movement, they were off, her hands gently touching my member as she did so. She gave a giggle. I don’t know weather to feel embarrassed or not. I guess she read my look, because she kissed me and smirked. “You’ve missed me too I see,” she said, motioning her gaze back downwards with an impressed look.

“Cissy, if only you knew” I said exasperatedly, giving a small chuckle at her innocent-like manner.

“It’s been so long…with Draco and all, we haven’t had time. I’ve been too exhausted, and you with your work…time escape us” she whispered, kissing my forehead as we bought each other closer. Just as I tilted my head to steal a sweet kiss, Narcissa pushed me down, with such desperate force that I haven’t seen from her, so I was lying on the bed, with her still straddling my hips.

“Lucius,” she whispered, her breath caught in her throat, “Touch me”.
I obliged, my hand running up her inner thigh slowly until reaching her. My fingers gently stroked her to begin with, and she smiled loosely, moving up at a better angle for my fingers to enter her, to explore her. Gently, I eased a finger into her, and smirked to see how deliciously warm and wet she already was. She gave a small moan as I slid yet another finger into her, my other hand busy rubbing her already hard nipples gently. Her hips began to swivel to a slow rhythm, two of her slim, pale fingers moving downwards, touching the spot that set off her breathy moans. I slid my fingers from her, she moaned in frustration, but I leant up and kissed her swiftly, breaking away to trace her lips gently with my fingertips. She licked them slowly, and then held onto my hand, to taste her on my fingers. The whole time she’s watching me with intent desire. Again, I was pushed down on my back, her hands running down my body and back to my member. She kneeled between my legs, with one final smirk; she ran her tongue down my shaft. I moaned, savoring every moment. I haven’t felt like this since the beginning. We haven’t done it like this since the beginning.

She takes more of me into her mouth, her tongue sliding along my member, before she began to suck harder taking more of me into her that I never though possible, but it made everything that much more desirable.

“Oh Cissy…” I say, a moan escaping my throat at the feeling of what Narcissa was doing. She stopped and this time, it was my turn to be frustrated, and I took hold of her wrists and pulled her back down on top of me, kissing her deeply. Her delicious, sweet kisses.

Her eyes are open, and catch mine during the kiss, and her body trembles with excitement, with need. Who am I to resist? I smirk at her, and then lick her lips slowly. My hands travel down her body, brush smoothly across her curves and rest on her hips. I’ve never done it this way before. Narcissa smirks, “Can you satisfy me, Lucius?” she whispers, positioning herself, before easing onto me.
Usually, I am in charge. I am on top, I make the calls of what to do, Narcissa doesn’t have to do much, but I like it that way. Now it’s her turn. We move at a slow pace at first, mainly so Narcissa can get comfortable with me inside her, and then she begins to move faster, and I try to thrust harder, try to move up to kiss her ruby red lips, but she pushes me down.

The moonlight is a lovely thing; and from this angle, I can see her, her eyes are closed, a loose smile on her face, her lips open slightly, breathy moans escaping her. Her perfectly rounded breasts move slowly with her movements. She was captivating to look at; she is all I can see, all that I want.

She takes my hands in hers, kissing them gently before placing them on her breasts, indicating the need for touch. So soft, so smooth they were. Then she moves her hips faster, her moans becoming more frequent, her hard nipples more prominent.
“Oh gods Lucius” she moans moving harder, faster. “I’m so close Lucius…” she whispers, my hips moving in time with hers, moving faster, quicker.

Our hearts are racing, everything is a blur, all attention focused solely on reaching maximum pleasure. And there it was, Narcissa’s movements were uncontrollable; moving up and down to the beat of her racing heart. “LUCIUS!” she nearly screams leaning down to kiss me as she orgasms. Her eyes, all hazy with sheer pleasure, connect with mine, and I come with her, unable to hold out any longer, and come inside her, moaning deeply into the kiss of lust we share, my arms wrapped around her, hands racing along her back, her hands entwined in my hair.

For that brief moment where we both reach our orgasms, the world stops, and it was like how it was before, Narcissa and I, nothing else mattered.
The movements become slower, our heartbeat lowers, and Narcissa collapses on top of me, I’m still inside her, and she tightens around me every now and then, I can feel she’s still sensitive. Her head is resting on my chest. I stroke her cheek with the pads of my fingertips slowly, and smile, kissing the top of her head. We were in a state of pure bliss.

She sighs peacefully. “Wow…” she says for lack of a better word. I give a small laugh.
“I nearly forgot about this…how good it could feel…” she whispered, twirling my hair around her fingers absentmindedly.

“I’ll never forget how its feels, Cissy” I say, and she looks up with a proud smile and kisses me.

Then together, we lay, in a peaceful silence, wrapped in each others love, and blissful exhaustion. This was heaven. Narcissa drifts off to a peaceful sleep, her breaths slow and steady, and I close my eyes. Finally I can sleep, I know I will, the insomnia I had will go, and life is fine, back to how it once was.

And there it is, I can breathe again.

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NOTE: wrote this story for a friend, i could do better, i intened to re-write this, maybe add it to a longer-running story. Thanks for those who read. Hope it wasnt TOO bad...

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