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"I'm sorry..." Randolph broke the moment and stirred away from her. He rubbed his face, fighting the urge to touch her again and take their relationship to the next level.
She grabbed his arm and pulled him back into her embrace. It was a soft kiss, not demanding but rather more inquisitive. "Why are you apologizing?"
He stared down at her with a bewildered expression. "Aurora?"
"I want it too."
The mutual desire chased away all his doubts and fears, turning them into sweet music, instead. Supporting her body weight with one hand on her back, he led his left one under her legs, and he lifted her up bridal style. Aurora let out a small yelp of surprise with the rapid, still gentle movement.
"Colloportus." After locking the office's door with a single wave of his wand, Randolph walked over to the bed and laid Aurora chivalrously over the covers. Climbing on top of her, a lock of his hair fell freely on her face, tickling her skin. He leaned his torso down and, with his hands on her waist, kneaded her dress with passion while brushing his body against hers. She closed her eyes to allow herself to be carried away by his kisses, his touch, and his breath. Guided by the heat and his caresses, she had the impression that time was flying by.
When he finally moved away from her, she caressed his mouth, letting her fingers travel leisurely across his lower lip and making it part slightly. Her hands roamed the rest of his face until, at last, both rested on his cheeks. His caramel gaze was fixed on her face, boring deep into the dephs of her eyes. "Are you sure?" he had to make sure.
She should feel nervous and anxious, for it was her first time, but she felt at ease with the idea of losing her virginity with him. She was more than ready for that step. Her hands gently guided his face to hers and lightly brushed his warm lips against hers, answering his question. "Yes."
He nibbled on her lower lip teasingly then deepened the kiss.
Daringly, she slid her hands over his shirt and inside his jacket, exploring the curves of his body, and felt his skin burn through the fabric. She felt him shiver at the brief touch.
He slid both his hands under her body and, wrapping them around her back, he hugged her with famine and necessity. It was her turn to feel his burning hands over her shirt, and shiver in anticipation."R-Randolph..." There was urgency in her voice.
He released her shortly, backing away enough to allow her to move underneath him and assume a different position; she supported her hands on the mattress to endure a semi-sitting position and observed him. Needless of a script to tell him what to do next, he took off his jacket, unbuttoned his vest and then, pulled out his shirt, standing bare-chested in front of her.
Her fingers wandered the lumps of his chest and abdomen, crossroad his tattoo area before reaching the waistband of his pants. His skin was so smooth to the touch that she felt an electrifying wave run through her fingers and arms, reaching the remaining limbs of her body quickly. Looking down her eyes widened in surprise after sensing his desire grow stronger, seemingly matching hers physically. Her heart raced under his passion-filled gaze and, once again, a long chill ran through her body from head to toe. When her hands finally returned to the upper part of his body, it was only then that she noticed a faint scar across his neck; her fingers touched it with care. I don't understand ... I don't remember seeing it, the first time that he-- a-anyway, when he was shirtless in front of me.
"What is this?" She decided it was better to ask than to wonder where it had come from.
He grabbed her wrist and proceed to slowly push her hand back."It's nothing. Just a battle scar from the old days."
"H-How did you do that?" A lump grew in her throat, making swallowing much more difficult. Her mind tried furiously to search her own memory for an incident she might have witnessed in the past thus, leaving him with that scar, but reached no conclusion.
"Your concern is touching and all, but you don't need to worry about it. It's healed, isn't it? Everything is fine now." He said, guiding her face back to his one more time, and kissing her lips tenderly.
"But I do care--" The words left her mouth the moment he broke the kiss. His hands began to fondle her thighs, pelvic girdle, and belly with tenderness and affection, raising her dress' shirt and traversing it up her torso. She was flabbergasted by his improvising skills, and she was enjoying seeing him trotting out his thoughtfulness for her, her skin slightly prickling under his touch. In reaction, she raised her arms and allowed him to remove them from her body.
They faced each other naked for what seemed an eternity until he, finally, took initiative. His fingers pulled up the strap of her bra and made it slide down her shoulders and arms, one at a time. His lips lightly touched her breasts, tracing a line of clement kisses just above the bra line before fleeing his hands to her back and down her spine, meaning to unclip it.
Now completely exposed, she felt conflicted and shy under his gaze; she felt compelled to grab the sheets and cover herself.
The headmaster eyed her with a smirk. He tugged a small hair lock behind the young wizardess' ear and looked at her with those eyes where there was only light and affection bathing in its depth, her heart skipped a beat at the viewing. She smiled innocently at him, running her hands over the muscles of his chest and arms again.
Somehow, that was the moment he chose to caress her cheek with his thumb and compliment her body features, "You're perfect, Aurora."
She caught her breath, feeling a sudden warmth crawling up her neck. Her heart began to pound in her ears, remembering that she was in front of him only in her underwear, and thus blushing even more. Immersed in embarrassment and discomfort, she covered her face with both hands, to hide the fact that she was redder than a tomato.
A soft chuckle came from his direction. He watched her with an amused expression as she peeked between two fingers. She yelped and merged them together again, the sense of being watched aggravating her state. "Please, I don't like it when people stare at me... I feel shy..."
He reached out to her with the single intention of removing her hands from her face when his lips motioned and softly spoke something in her ear. She nodded, feeling her last apprehensions dissipate at once. The only thing that really mattered at that time was being there with him and share a very special moment.
The headmaster opened the top drawer of his nightstand and retrieved a very regular necktie from inside. He gently placed the navy blue necktie over her eyes and, tied an easy knot behind her head before biting lightly onto the skin of her neck. If she could just have the best of both worlds... she groaned, not out of pleasure but pain. He watched her silently as if trying to read a book. But, can anyone really ever understand a book without drowning in it? With that in mind, guided her face again towards him.
They kissed passionately; Aurora held his face in her hands and, Randolph her neck. His tongue caressed hers ardently, and she answered, just as hungry for him. Carried by the same desire, the same irresistible urge, they fell back on the bed. His hands examined her curves, exploring her body in order to know everything about it. They slowly slid down her back, probing, and trying to make her feel cherished and desired. Without him needing to say anything, she felt his desire to satisfy her, to convey all the delicacy in his actions. And in response, every inch of her body vibrated at his interaction.
She let herself be carried away by his passion, running her hand through his hair and almost scratching his bareback, allowing that wave of desire to run down her spine up to her throat and manifest itself in an assumed groan. It didn't take her too much to realize that he was also aroused by her moans; his slender hands lightly squeezed her breasts, his hips pressed against her waist and his breath hitched on her lips.
He left her mouth pleading for more and slid his lips across her neck and chest, drawing curvy lines to her waist and around her navel. His hands assumed their cue as if they already knew exactly where to go. It was as if he knew instinctively which parts of her body were the most sensitive. His fingers moved slowly up her thighs and stopped on her hips.
She felt dizzy and a new wave of desire invaded her when his nose brushed against the hem of her underwear. She ran a hand through his hair and held on tight.
"Why don't we pick up where we left off last time?" He glanced up at her curtly and smirked mischievously, a small dimple formed at the corner of his mouth. His eyes knew what was to come, so did she. Continuously, he grabbed her wrists and moved her hands to the top of her head, pinning them against the mattress. Then, he leaned towards her again and lightly bit her bottom lip. One of his muscular legs got between her legs, irreparably instigating her nerves and igniting a fleeting desire in her.
She couldn't come up with a coherent sentence to respond. Her whole body burned with the desire to be touched and consumed. She longed for nothing more than his bare skin burning against hers. She wanted him, she wanted him to get lost in her. She endured until she couldn't take it anymore; she begged him to stop teasing and just finish what he had started.
So, he set his hand between her legs, caressing the inside of her thigh. With her consent, he slid the laced panties down her legs and tossed them off the bed next to the rest of the clothes. Now, his hands had full access to her body, but that didn't bother her. Quite the opposite. His fingers were lost inside of her, slowly at first, but faster and more agile towards the end, and she couldn't help but let out a sigh of pleasure. At the same time, his lips kissed her neck, spreading a trail of soft kisses over her shoulder and collarbone.
All that left her mouth were needy moans and his name murmured in a weak, muffled voice.
"You feel so hot and wet," he whispered in her ear as he slowed and increased the pace of his fingers inside of her. He started to nibble on her earlobe, his teeth and tongue playing with it slightly, causing her to release other several sighs and moans.
"R-Randolph... I-I want you... now..." She confessed between short breaths.
As if it were the signal he had hoped for, Randolph removed the voracious substitute from inside her private parts and, nimbly removed his pants and boxers.
She heard the sound of something tearing as if it were laminated paper we were talking about. It didn't last more than a minute.
He bent over her body again; grabbing her by the thighs, he pulled her pelvis towards him. She gasped and arched her back in anticipation when she felt a slight pressure on the entrance to her cherry.
He didn't act immediately, giving her some time to mentally prepare herself.
She grabbed the sheet on each side of her head, as if her life depended on it, and braced herself for his hardened member. He enrolled headfirst in without hesitation and, began to move within her. She gasped and jerked on the covers. It hurt at first, but the pain was brief and turned quickly into pleasure, warm and hot, burning and mixing with euphoria and adrenaline, enough that she began panting, her hands roaming his body. Soon, he picked up speed. While their bodies and breaths came together in the same rhythm, jerking in the same movement, she suddenly thought of nothing else. Nothing but his presence that enveloped her and invaded her completely, strong and irresistible. He groaned over her; his body was covered in sweat, the muscles of his exposed back rippling with his movement. Her moans grew in strength from low whimpers of joy to shouts of ecstasy. As both began to reach for the climax at their own pace, Aurora wrapped her arms around his neck for sustainability. She softly breathed in his ears and sunk her nails into his back until they finally flopped back in exhaustion.
He firmly pulled her body against his and, cleared out her vison again by removing the necktie from her eyes, "Are you feeling alright, Aurora?" and said in a breathless voice, kissing her forehead as if the time itself had stopped.
She nuzzled into his chest and, smiled tiredly in response. "Yes..."
She certainly kept the memory of this moment by his side forever, his arms around her, the serenity of his expression, and his moist skin against hers.
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