"Speaking of treating you right..." James stood up slowly, his fingertips trailing up her side. "May I have your permission to demonstrate what I mean?" he asked huskily, making the girl shiver.
"James..."
Bending his knees, he crouched down and grabbed onto her thighs. Understanding his intentions, Mia jumped up to help him, wrapping her arms around his neck quickly.
They didn't stay like that for long, though. James strolled over to the two beds which were now pushed together and lowered the Ravenclaw down gently, positioning himself on top of her.
"How would you prefer we go about this, love?" James brushed the hair away from her face affectionately, stroking her cheek in the process. "Would you like to destroy me," he leaned down to kiss her forehead, "or can I take this opportunity to worship you?"
Mia blinked, her eyes slowly travelling away from his face and towards his other body parts.
"Then again," James continued, pressing his hips into her, "you continue to destroy me every single day, so I believe it's time you throw me a bone and let me have this, don't you agree?"
Biting down on her lower lip, she glanced back into his eyes and said, "Prove yourself, then."
A lazy smirk started growing on his lips slowly. "Way to put pressure on me, love. I can only hope that I'll manage to live up to your expectations."
"A tough task to achieve," she murmured. "But I suppose you can try."
"Well, I've been trying for years, and look where I am now." Staring straight into her eyes, he tilted his head to the side and said, "On top of you. In bed."
"Great observation," Mia said sarcastically. "I do feel somewhat ashamed about actually getting together with you, you know."
"Worry not, Mia-mor..." Leaning down to her neck, James pressed a soft kiss onto her skin before whispering, "That will change once you experience having me inside you."
Her breath hitched, but she tried her best to keep her composure. "Oh?"
"Perhaps not today, though..." James lifted his head back up. "Not all of me, at least. I should save the best for later, don't you think?"
Mia could feel what she assumed to be his best pressing against her already. "You are good at waiting, aren't you?"
"I'm good at a lot of things, my love."
"Like what?" Mia challenged. "Being a nuisance?"
"Feeling playful, huh?" He stared down at her face with a small smile, a glint appearing in his brown eyes. "That's all right, we can play."
"No, I meant it. You're annoying, idiotic and –"
With a swift move, James placed a hand against her crotch, making her gasp.
"And?" Grinning, he began stroking her through her pants gently. "What else am I?"
"You're..." She bit the inside of her cheek, trying to ignore what his fingers were doing. "You're infuriating."
"I see," James mumbled before applying more pressure. "Infuriating. What else?"
Her mouth fell open, and she couldn't help but close her eyes. "You're... a mess..." she breathed out, her mind getting cloudier as the seconds passed.
"A mess," he repeated in a low voice, the pace of his fingers quickening slightly. "Go on, I'm sure you have a few more in you. Those insults won't be the only ones in you for long, though," he added quietly.
Scowling, Mia tried her best to throw another one at him, but he made her feel so good, all she could mutter was, "James..."
"Yeah? I'm listening."
Mia gritted her teeth, her eyes shut tightly, as James continued rubbing her over the material. To her dismay, she felt utterly speechless.
"Cat got your tongue?" he asked, staring up at her through his eyelashes. "It's a good thing I've still got mine."
Mia's eyes shot open, and she regained a fraction of her wits, determined not to let James have the upper hand. She mustered her remaining strength and replied with a smirk, "Well, if you're so confident about your tongue, why don't you show me what it's capable of?"
James raised an eyebrow, momentarily caught off guard by Mia's unexpected challenge. A mischievous glimmer danced in his eyes as he leaned in closer, his warm breath grazing her ear. "Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what you're asking for. But I'm more than willing to demonstrate my skills."
As he spoke, James withdrew his hand from her crotch, eliciting a quiet whimper of protest from Mia. Before she could stop herself, she grabbed his hand and placed it back where it was a second ago.
James couldn't help but grin. "Change of heart, Mia-mor?"
"Shut it," she grumbled in response.
Mia's frustration mixed with desire as James maintained his teasing touch. She opened her eyes and shot him a glare, her voice laced with a mix of irritation and anticipation. "You're insufferable," she finally managed to rasp out, her breathing uneven. "And... annoyingly good at this."
James chuckled, his fingers never wavering in their task. "I'll take that as a compliment, love. I pride myself on being insufferable and good at everything."
She huffed, unable to maintain her composure any longer. "Don't let it get to your head. You're far from perfect."
"Oh, I'm well aware," he said, his voice dripping with mischief. "But from where I'm lying, you seem to enjoy my imperfections quite a bit."
Biting down on her lower lip, Mia let out a soft sigh. Since she couldn't deny it, she settled for silence instead.
"You're sighing? Ah, I'm afraid that's not enough for me," he purred, his fingers now slipping under the fabric of her pants. "I booked this room for a reason, you know. Sing for me."
Mia huffed, her voice strained with a mixture of frustration and desire. "Don't ruin it, Potter."
James chuckled softly, his warm breath grazing against Mia's ear as he maintained his intimate touch. "Okay, fine, I'll shut up. Besides, words aren't necessary right now anyway. Actions do speak louder, don't they?"
With that, he removed his hand from her crotch, causing a flicker of disappointment to flash across Mia's face. But before she could protest, he swiftly slid his fingers under the waistband of her pants, grazing her skin in a teasing manner. A gasp escaped her lips as his touch intensified the sensations coursing through her body.
His voice dripped with desire as he murmured, "Let me show you just how good I can make you feel, Mia." With a swift motion, he peeled off her pants, revealing her pale skin and the longing that pulsed between her thighs.
Their eyes locked, and time seemed to stand still as anticipation hung heavy in the air. James's fingers traced a path up her inner thigh, his touch teasingly light, causing her to squirm with an ache that begged for more. Mia's breathing grew heavier, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath as she surrendered herself to the heat building within her.
He leaned down, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of her neck, trailing soft kisses that ignited a fire within her. Mia's hands instinctively tangled in his tousled hair, pulling him closer, urging him to continue. James obliged, his lips descending lower, leaving a trail of wet kisses along her collarbone.
His fingers danced dangerously close to her core, inching closer with each passing second. Mia's body trembled with a mix of anticipation and need, her heart pounding in her chest. As his fingers finally made contact, a jolt of pleasure shot through her, causing her to arch her back and moan softly.
James's touch was both gentle and commanding, his fingers exploring her with a profound understanding of her desires. Mia's grip tightened in his hair as waves of pleasure crashed over her, rendering her incapable of coherent thought.
His fingers moved with purpose, exploring every inch of her with a thoroughness that left her gasping for more. He teased and tormented, alternating between gentle strokes and firm pressure, pushing her closer to the edge of ecstasy.
"James..." Mia breathed, her mind hazy and her senses overwhelmed. "James, I'm – I'm..."
"No need for proper sentences, love," he replied huskily. "Just keep on chanting my name, that's more than enough for me."
As Mia's body tightened with anticipation, she could no longer contain the muffled cries that escaped her lips. Each moan was met with a surge of satisfaction from James, spurring him on to further heights. He was intoxicated by the sounds she made, the way her body responded to his every touch.
In a final, deliberate motion, James applied just the right amount of pressure, his fingers finding the perfect rhythm to send Mia hurtling over the edge.
As her climax subsided, Mia's eyes fluttered open, meeting James's gaze filled with adoration. His lips curled into a satisfied smile, his fingers still caressing her, prolonging the sensations.
James pressed his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling as he whispered, "I told you, Mia. I'm here to worship you. To give you everything you deserve and more."
Smiling softly, she gazed into his eyes and replied, "Well, you've certainly proven yourself."
"Yeah?" James grinned, withdrawing his hand from her crotch and placing it gently on her waist. "Would you say my demonstration was successful, then?"
"Sure," Mia said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders. "I suppose we could call it a success."
"You suppose?" His eyes sparkled with amusement as he shifted his weight, propping himself up on one elbow. "Well, you surely are a tough one to crack, Mia."
"But you wouldn't have it any other way, would you?"
"Indeed, I wouldn't," he confirmed. "I would never, ever have it any other way."