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ceredwensirius) wrote2008-11-17 08:10 pm
ceredwensirius) wrote2008-11-17 08:10 pm
For Disby
Title: Change of Direction
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ceredwensirius
Written For:disby's Birthday
Rating: NC17
Summary:disby asked for a continuation to Change of Plan and also mentioned that sometimes that offer the dish but don't serve it. *snorts* I hope you enjoy it! It really, really didn't want to get written and I finally gave up on any sort of story and just wrote porn.
Disclaimer: Not my characters.
The feel of his eyes on her was nearly physical as he set her gently on the bed, maintaining a physical connection to her with his hands on her waist. Sliding his fingers along the outside of her thighs, down to her knees, which he gently spread so he could kneel before her as he smiled at the color on her cheeks.
“I should have done this months ago,” he murmured softly, leaning in and pressing his lips against hers. The feeling of his lips moving rough and warm over hers, of his tongue flicking out to taste, shut away the doubt and fear of what their loved ones would think.
When she sighed he took the advantage of her parted lips and explored her mouth with his hot tongue, using it as a distraction to begin the slow unbuttoning of her blouse.
His stubble scraped deliciously against her skin, heightening her awareness of him, of the heat and smell of cigarettes and musky lavender coming off his body as he pressed close.
"Mmmm," she said, partly in agreement but mostly it was just a moan.
"We'll just have to make up for that wasted time,” he continued, muttering against her skin as he left a burning trail of kisses along her jaw, nipping at the soft skin of her neck.
Pushing her open blouse down her arms and off her her body, he then reached around to unlatch her bra with the skill of a master.
Arching involuntarily to ensure that the connection between his lips and her nipple remained unbroken, she pressed her body up into his. With a wet smack he pulled away from her breast long enough to pull his shirt over his head.
Her fingers, suddenly bolder, were tracing a crease in his jeans that led closer and closer to...
With a hard swallow and a cleared throat Sirius looked her fiercely in the eyes. "I love you."
"Show me," she said as her fingers reached their goal. He felt the button on his jeans unsnap and then her fingers struggled with finding the leader on his zip.
"Lay back," he instructed, his jeans hanging loosely open from her efforts.
She hadn't seen the wand movement, too focused on watching his face to notice, but realized it must have happened because she was suddenly very naked.
She might have protested that it wasn't fair that his jeans, while loose, were still on him except that he had reached under her thighs and was holding her steady.
The wet, slippery pleasure of his tongue sliding over her lust slickened sex was impossibly delicious. Nothing could feel this good and be real.
His name was a murmured mantra that she kept repeating, louder and louder until speech wasn't a possibility because her breath was too ragged and the only sound she could make was a sort of gasping mew.
"God, please..." she managed finally.
Sliding his fingers into the wet, velvet of her cunt, Sirius reached in to give her what she needed.
"Sirius! Fuck!" she cried with a furious voice, her body breaking open as pleasure raced through her nerves.
Releasing his tight hold, Sirius licked his lips as he grinned at her in smug satisfaction over a job well done.
Author:
ceredwensiriusWritten For:
disby's BirthdayRating: NC17
Summary:
disby asked for a continuation to Change of Plan and also mentioned that sometimes that offer the dish but don't serve it. *snorts* I hope you enjoy it! It really, really didn't want to get written and I finally gave up on any sort of story and just wrote porn.Disclaimer: Not my characters.
The feel of his eyes on her was nearly physical as he set her gently on the bed, maintaining a physical connection to her with his hands on her waist. Sliding his fingers along the outside of her thighs, down to her knees, which he gently spread so he could kneel before her as he smiled at the color on her cheeks.
“I should have done this months ago,” he murmured softly, leaning in and pressing his lips against hers. The feeling of his lips moving rough and warm over hers, of his tongue flicking out to taste, shut away the doubt and fear of what their loved ones would think.
When she sighed he took the advantage of her parted lips and explored her mouth with his hot tongue, using it as a distraction to begin the slow unbuttoning of her blouse.
His stubble scraped deliciously against her skin, heightening her awareness of him, of the heat and smell of cigarettes and musky lavender coming off his body as he pressed close.
"Mmmm," she said, partly in agreement but mostly it was just a moan.
"We'll just have to make up for that wasted time,” he continued, muttering against her skin as he left a burning trail of kisses along her jaw, nipping at the soft skin of her neck.
Pushing her open blouse down her arms and off her her body, he then reached around to unlatch her bra with the skill of a master.
Arching involuntarily to ensure that the connection between his lips and her nipple remained unbroken, she pressed her body up into his. With a wet smack he pulled away from her breast long enough to pull his shirt over his head.
Her fingers, suddenly bolder, were tracing a crease in his jeans that led closer and closer to...
With a hard swallow and a cleared throat Sirius looked her fiercely in the eyes. "I love you."
"Show me," she said as her fingers reached their goal. He felt the button on his jeans unsnap and then her fingers struggled with finding the leader on his zip.
"Lay back," he instructed, his jeans hanging loosely open from her efforts.
She hadn't seen the wand movement, too focused on watching his face to notice, but realized it must have happened because she was suddenly very naked.
She might have protested that it wasn't fair that his jeans, while loose, were still on him except that he had reached under her thighs and was holding her steady.
The wet, slippery pleasure of his tongue sliding over her lust slickened sex was impossibly delicious. Nothing could feel this good and be real.
His name was a murmured mantra that she kept repeating, louder and louder until speech wasn't a possibility because her breath was too ragged and the only sound she could make was a sort of gasping mew.
"God, please..." she managed finally.
Sliding his fingers into the wet, velvet of her cunt, Sirius reached in to give her what she needed.
"Sirius! Fuck!" she cried with a furious voice, her body breaking open as pleasure raced through her nerves.
Releasing his tight hold, Sirius licked his lips as he grinned at her in smug satisfaction over a job well done.
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I can't wipe that stupid grin off my face:)