{{a long one since everyone has been patient today—AND because we're almost at 230K!!! I love you!
MATURE (guys this one is pretty steamy...so read at your own risk! It's not important to the plot!)}}
Gwen wonders how on earth someone can be so perfect, so undeniably magnetic.
Her eyelids flutter open so she can dazedly stare at Sirius. Sirius Black. She'd never get used to it, being with him, having him. Loving him. Her heart sings when she takes in his swollen lips and his mussed hair. He smirks slightly and whispers, "What, mon ange?"
"You're pretty," Gwen responds in a teasing mumble, laughing when he scowls playfully and reconnects their lips for a slow and sexy kiss. She moans when his tongue swipes against hers fleetingly, her body arching into him for more. She needed more.
Sirius shudders when he feels her hands tug at his jumper. He quickly leans back to pull it over his head, lifting her sweater up while he's there. He curses at the sight of her top half nearly bare, his thumbs teasing the wire of her bra. Gwen smiles slightly and murmurs, "What are you doing to me? I've gone soft."
Sirius chuckles and bends to press a kiss to her abdomen, mumbling against her, "You're sweet talking me?"
"Mmhm," She hums, eye lids fluttering when his hand sneaks beneath her back and undoes the clasp. She busies her hands with his belt, pausing when his hands grab hers and push them lower. She caresses the outline of his hard member against his jeans, her legs quivering when a feral groan leaves him. She does this. She makes him feel this way.
Gwen feels the tiniest sense of pride when he moans again. An familiar idea pops into her head and she wets her lips, the need in her growing hotter at the thought.
Sirius lets out a noise of surprise when Gwen pushes at his hips and flips them over. Her bra comes loose from her shoulders as she moves and when she slips it from her arms and tosses it away his pants grow tighter.
"Fucking hell," Sirius whispers, eyes rolling back when she presses her lips to his lower abdomen. His breathing hitches when her tongue wets his skin before she bites down gently. Gwen clenches her thighs together for some friction, dizzy from the sounds he's making. She leans back and smiles at the tiny bruise, her fingers pulling his belt from his hips.
Sirius blinks at the ceiling for a minute before sitting up, realization hitting him like a tidal wave. He nearly chokes when he whispers, "Gwen, you don't—"
"Sirius," She says airily. He swears he could come right then, her voice, his name on her lips. It leaves him an uncomfortable mess, especially when she says, "Please."
He brings a fist to his mouth and stares at her silently for a few moments. He gives a tiny nod and Gwen smiles, unbuttoning his pants. Sirius holds his breath when she slides them down, helping her to kick them off. His throat grows tighter when she whispers, "I've never done this before. So pretend that you really like it or my ego will be bruised beyond repair."
Sirius chokes on a laugh and replies huskily, "I have a feeling that I'd like anything you do to me."
Her smile his heart wrenchingly beautiful, happy. She leans up to peck his lips and he gently tickles her sides, a laugh escaping him at the reluctant giggle that falls from her lips. Gwen smiles coyly, trailing kisses down his neck and chest. She can't resist tracing the lines of his abdomen with her tongue, her legs tingling when a moan leaves his lips.
She feels a little bit nervous when she grabs his briefs. But she knew how much she loved it when he had his mouth on her, a different kind of intimacy. She only hoped she could make him feels as good. Gwen slowly pulls down the last thing separating her from him, her eyes widening when his member springs free, so hard it nearly looks painful.
She knew he was large, the soreness from shagging him was proof enough. But being this close to him brought it into a little more perspective. She wets her lips, briefly wondering if he will even fit in her mouth. She tentatively takes his pulsing length in her hand, relishing the smoothness and the way he mumbles darkly, "Fuck."
Gwen bites back a smile. She's hungry for him, hungry for this. Starved of hearing his voice this way. Her mouth waters in anticipation, but she holds back. Instead she leans forward and kisses the tip of him, swiping her tongue over the fluid that collects on her lip.
The groan that leaves him rocks her soul. She kisses him again, parting her lips and carefully tracing him with her tongue. The fist he has clenched over his mouth slams into the mattress, his words husky and keening, "Gwen—Bloody hell, I—"
She leans forward and takes his length fully in her mouth, slowly but surely slacking her jaw to fit him as best she can. Sirius groans, deep and soul rattling and it makes her clench her legs together. She can't help but moan around him, it feels too good to make him feel this way. To watch his eyes roll back and his jaw clench. She did that.
She laves the hot skin with her tongue, sucking harder as hips buck and he mumbles nonsense, "Fuck, baby—"
She moans again, eyes nearly crossing at the way he was talking. Hot. Yep, this was hot. She was starting to understand why guys liked this, but wasn't sure why she never heard girls talking about it. She rests one hand on his hip, the other fisting the parts of him that she couldn't reach, at least not yet.
She feels him pulsing against her tongue, the tip of him practically throbbing against her lips. She wonders if he's close, wonders if when he leans up to look down at her if he's imagined this as many times as she has. His eyes are filled with lust, grey and smoky and haze filled as his hands find her hair and gently pull, lifting her head up enough to meet his gaze.
He moans when he sees her lust filled eyes and it shakes her to her core, his hands sliding down to band beneath her arms. He shivers when her mouth leaves his member, pulling her up higher to him. Doubt floods her. Why was he making her stop? Gwen frowns slightly, feeling insecure and nervous as she whispers, "Not good?"
Sirius falls back into the mattress, his hands stroking up her jean covered thighs as he rasps, "Not good? Gwenyth, that mouth..."
She gasps when he sits up and pulls her closer, her hips rutting against his and sending sparks up her spine. She shakes when he whispers gruffly against her ear, "That mouth should be illegal. And as much as I want to finish here," His thumb presses against her swollen and damp lips, his lips quirking into a knowing grin.
"I've been dying to be inside you for days."
Gwen flushes. She'd been dying for that too. She sits back and slowly wriggles free of her pants and knickers, tossing them aside while Sirius playfully whistles and claps. She laughs and shakes her head at him, her knowing smile growing soft when he strokes her hair back from her eyes, his gaze locked on her mouth.
She chuckles and leans forward to peck his lips before sitting back and asking, "Well?"
Sirius quirks a brow and smirks, replying nonchalantly, "Well, what?"
"Aren't you going to..." She gestures towards where he's laying, waiting for him to move so she can lay down. His smile is full of mirth and a hint of wicked lust. He merely shakes his head and scoots back, crooking a finger for her to come closer.
Gwen tilts her head, feeling slightly confused as she shuffles closer to him. Sirius reaches out and grabs her hips, pulling her on top of him. He groans at the way her knees band against his hips, his hands already reaching behind her to stroke the backs of her thighs. Gwen gulps, feeling suddenly flustered and very warm from how he was looking at her. He looked as hungry for her as she felt, as eager for her as she'd been for him since seeing him after Gryffindor won the quidditch match.
"We're gonna try something new, mon ange," Sirius mumbles, heart beating rapidly in anticipation. He reaches up to stroke her cheeks gently, to trace her lower lip with his thumb. The lips that had been wrapped around him so perfectly he could've cried. He curses when she bites and kisses his thumb, "Fuck. You're killing me."
"I certainly hope not, I'd be miserable if you died in the middle of this," She quips, gasping when he suddenly jerks her up higher on his hips. Realization dawns on her when she feels his erection against her inner thigh.
"Trust me," Sirius says calmly when he sees her apprehensive look. Gwen hesitates before nodding. She gently takes his member in her hand, her confidence returning when he sucks in a harsh breath at the contact. She strokes him, once, twice, until he's panting and groaning, "If you keep doing that I'm going to flip you over and fuck you until you scream, Inferi."
Gwen's legs quiver and she nearly considers pushing him, making him take back control. She liked when he was in charge, demanding. But he was giving her this, a chance to try something herself. She licks her lips and whispers, "Maybe I'll make you scream this way."
Sirius grows impossibly harder at her breathy words and he scrambled for his wand, casting a quick silencing spell and a contraceptive spell. He grabs her hips and bites back a groan when her pale gaze meets his. They were still unnerving sometimes, and he knew she still struggled to accept them, but he can't imagine not loving her icy blues. Not loving her.
Gwen steadies herself before lowering onto him, her hands clenching around his arms when a twinge of pain flares between her legs. She winces and waits, gasping when he sits up enough to wind his arms around her back and whisper sweet, loving things in her ear that make her want to cry. She keeps going, taking her time as she eases herself onto his member, finding that the pain soon blurs into pleasure.
Experimentally, she rocks her hips forward. Sirius grunts and stills her with his hands gripping onto her waist. His voice is strained when he mutters, "Fuck, don't do—"
"It feels good," Gwen whispers, interrupting him. She relishes the way his eyes widen slightly before narrowing in pleasure. Throatily he asks, "Yeah?"
Gwen nods, her heart melting when he brings his lips to hers, his teeth tugging and biting at her lower lip until she opens up to him. Sirius moans when their tongues meet, gripping her waist tighter when she rolls her hips again. Stars shoot across his vision and he's forced to pull away, breathing heavily.
Gwen keeps slowly moving her hips as he leans back against the pillows, his face tight with pleasure. He grabs her hands and holds them tightly in his own and she gains more confidence, circling herself on him. A tiny gasp flies from her mouth when a hot wave of pleasure soaks her from head to toe, her head looking back from the pressure of it all. Sirius groans at the sight, bucking his hips up into hers until he hears that needy gasp again.
"Oh," Gwen murmurs in surprise when the wave hits her again. She rocks into his thrusts, meeting him steadily and brushing that spot against her walls that has her chest rising and falling rapidly. Sirius moans when she clenches around him, watching her eyes flutter shut and her lips part as a whimper leaves her.
"Gwenyth," He rasps, groaning frustratedly when her rocking grows slower. She was teasing him, drawing this out. And as much as he wants to flip her over and drive into her, her slow pace was bringing him to lengths of pleasure he'd never been before.
He's close, grows even closer when she tightens around him again. She whispers again and circles her hips faster, meeting his thrusts harder. Sirius watches in amazement when she comes undone, without his touch. He falls over the brink moments later, groaning when he slips from her, the aftershocks of pleasure nearly making his vision grow blurry.
Gwen settles down on his chest, their breaths matching up as they try to calm down. She savors the feeling of his heart beating against hers, the feeling of his hands tangling in her hair.
When the room grows quiet she slowly leans her head up, resting her chin on his chest. He blinks lazily, an easy going smile on his lips. His throat grows tight when he looks down at her, his heart clenching and unclenching at the look in her eyes. Love. He wasn't sure anyone had looked at him like that before Gwenyth Whitlock.
"I quite enjoyed that," She says tiredly, her voice back to its normal passiveness that he couldn't help but love. Sirius grins when she laughs at herself and buries her face in his chest.
He wasn't sure anyone had made him laugh that much before Gwenyth Whitlock.