Friday, 20/09/1995
Pound, pound, pound, my heart is beating in my throat, so loudly that I'm sure he not only is able to feel, but hear it.
My head is reeling. Absolutely reeling.
What is he thinking? Does he hate me? Why is he kissing me then? Or am I kissing him? We kiss. Intensely, intimately.
My. Head. Is. Reeling.
Reeling from my thoughts, my questions, him. His scent that envelopes me, lingering in my lungs, my throat, my nose. The same air that we breathe, scented by his cologne.
My. Head. Is Reeling.
My attention shifts from his hand around my throat to my lip that he bites down on, pulling a moan from me. A moan. From him biting my lip.
Lord what have I gotten myself into.
At least he can't see my blushed cheeks. He can't see anything. I can't either. Only feel, feel his hands on me, his fingers hugging my throat firmly, him brushing down my arm, tugging into my side. I lean into him even more, my knees growing weak as his tongue licks over my lips before entering my mouth.
Stop. Focus.
I am angry with him.
He broke Theos nose.
I'm not angry anymore.
But he broke Theos nose.
Impulsively I push my palms against his chest, breaking our kiss, him away from me. It's silent. He looks at me. I look at him. And then I just give in, give in and wrap my arms around is neck, pull myself up to press my lips to his in a kiss that'll hopefully make him bleed.
My actions reflect my rage, my kisses are rough, my grip on his hair tight, as I claw my fingers into it, moaning into his ear as he plants kisses onto my collarbone.
My body aches, aches for him and I know it. I wont even start thinking about for how long it did.
His touch just feels so good, his every breath on my skin, every goosebump his kisses evoke. So fucking good.
He pushes me backwards, further into the room, not letting go of me with his hands in my hair, on my ass, grabbing it. Biting into his earlobe softly, I let my hands explore his torso, the muscles underneath his shirt which I tug up to run my hands over his bare, smooth skin. His hands, too, brush under my dress, rip open the zipper of it hastily. It slips of of me, falling to the ground.
A shiver runs down my spine as his hand grips to my shoulder so coldly, the other one undoing my bra. He hesitates, takes a moment to run his hands down my back, intensifying my goose bumps.
It almost feels admiring, how he slightly presses his fingers into my tense muscles, sliding all the way down and even further again grabbing my ass tightly.
At the wince I make as the pulling pain of him grabbing me hard like that shoots through me, I swear that I can feel him smiling against my shoulder, into one of the many kisses he places on it. He runs his hands back, all the way up from my ass to my shoulders, straightening his whole body, towering over me. My ragged breathing fills the room his gaze traps mine, his arms now hanging at his sides.
I'm cold without his touch, although his hands are freezing. Cold without his body pressed against mine. As if he read my mind his hands tug into my sides, pushing me backwards onto the bed. The sheets cause me to shiver again, their cold soft fabric nestling against my naked body.
He bends over me, hands propped up next to my head, his minty breath against my skin once more. I prob myself up too, trying my best to reach up far enough to kiss him like before, because I miss the feeling of his lips on mine already.
Satisfied, I submerge into the kiss, greedily pushing my tongue into his mouth for more.
Pushing my body up higher, I force him to back up a little. He falls onto the mattress next to me, grabs my wrist, pulling me onto his lap. I follow the invitation to sit on his middle, my legs on either side to his body.
Lust flashes through me as I feel his hard-on underneath me, breathing heavily I start to move my hips, circling my clothed heat, creating friction.
In ecstasy I collapse onto him, my body against his, still moving my hips, rubbing him through his trousers while alternating kisses with bites that I spread across his neck.
His hips bucking up, grazing my heat, makes me grow wetter. He jolts us around again, pushing me back into the mattress, firmly.
Every touch is throbbing, every rough tenderness. Every kiss, every hickey on my skin. His lips dance over me, pulling a trace down my body, his hands clasping mine over my head. I expose my neck as wide as possible, leaving him more space to kiss me.
He travels down further, over my breasts, flicking his tongue across my nipples eliciting whines and moans from me. His hands slide down my body, following his mouth, licking down my stomach.
"Y/n?" Our eyes meet as I look down at him. The sight of him completely dazzling, with his hair all messy, thanks to my hands, his glowing eyes and his puffy lips.
"Do you want this?" I nod yes but that doesn't seem to please him, he climbs up over me, his hand grabbing my chin, holding my head in place, my eyes trapped.
"Talk to me," he demands.
"Yes please," my voice sounds so pathetically weak and shaky that I feel my checks growing hotter than ever. His lips follow down the same trail of wet kisses from before, this time determined, not stopping anywhere on their way.
They're not even near my pulsating heat as his index and his middle finger run over my soaked panties, making my hips rock up the same way his did before, impatiently needy. He pulls down my thong, lips pressing a few last kisses into my skin,
"Be a good girl and spread your legs nice and wide for me."
His voice vibrates through my body, his words numb my head, beat all the ridiculous thoughts that stayed so long. Too long.
I spread my legs, he spreads them wider himself, lowering his face, licking along my inner thigh, so close, yet so far where I need him more than badly.
If there's something I can focus on right now its his cold fingers' grip on my thighs, his hot breath against my heat, his closeness.
"Please," my voice breaks, "I need you so bad, please." Underlining my words my hips buck up uncontrollably. Again he looks up at me, the silver of his eyes piercing as ever, recognizable although it's dark.
His hand runs up my body, grabs my left breast, kneading it with pressure. I suck in sharp breaths ushing his long index into me without warning, making me suck in a sharp breath. He begins to move in and out, making me moan as he adds his middle and eventually his ring finger.
I whine at the stretching pain his fingers cause me, quietly, enjoying every second of this. Of him.
"Such a good girl," he moans, "you don't need to hold back, be loud darling."
As his tongue finds its way to my clit, circling it steadily I can't help but cry out. Even if I tried to be silent, I don't think it would be possible.
Darling, he called me darling. I growl as he continues, mercilessly. Every thrust makes my vision blurrier, the silhouettes I could see before now slowly disappear into darkness again.
My grip on his hair tightens as I shoot to my climax.
"Come for me." My back arches as I tense in pleasure, moaning uncontrollably, feeling myself getting swept over by satisfaction.
"Hell, I'm gonna come," I press out, biting my tongue.
"I know love, please, come for me."
My toes curl as my hands grab into the sheets underneath me hard. I cry out, knowing it's a matter of seconds.
Suddenly, a loud bang sounds through the room, making me flinch, causing Draco to stop in his tracks.
More bangs are heard, loud as the first one.
Someone knocks, someone's knocking at the door. Desperate and frustrated, my heat still pooling in throbbing wetness I reach my hand down, circling my clit.
"No."
He grabs it, preventing me from touching myself.
"Please," I whimper, "so close."
"I know."
He looks frustrated himself. Another knock is audible. Whoever it is that knocks, that stands there in front of this damn door, they seem to want to get in her very badly.
Draco turns around, pushing himself off of the bed, walking over to the door.
"Don't you dare."
"Terribly sorry." He smirks at me. "You can wait."