Pansy/Neville
It was a fling that permeated her boundaries. Broke apart her routines. He was supposed to be out of her system by now.
Someone to get her over Adrian.
Just strong hands and a quick fuck.
She washes her hands and reapplies her red lipstick. She's about to leave the bathroom when she gets the idea to text him the photo.
Stripped down to her knickers, she poses in front of the stark white walls. Her red satin set smooth against her flawless skin.
He’ll be insatiable later and she smirks to herself before bringing the black wrap dress over her shoulders and fastening the tie.
She opens the door and he’s already on the landing of the stairs. “Don’t talk.” He whispers as he pushes her down, her body cascading across the steps between landings.
He rips her dress down until her breasts are exposed. Taking one nipple in his mouth her body arches into him. Her knickers soaked at the sight of him standing over her.
He reaches into her wet cunt and she gasps before taking her lip between her teeth to keep from moaning his name. She knows they’re a sight. He’s fucking her with his fingers as their friends pass canapés one floor down.
The music and laughter carry up as she gasps into his hand.
“You want our friends to hear you, Pansy? Hear you calling for my cock to ruin you?”
Say it.
“You’ve ruined me, Neville," she breathes, as he pushes a third finger into her.
“How do you want me to fuck you later? Do you want it slow or fast? Do you want me deep inside?”
He circles expertly around her clit until she’s coming, her fist pounding the stair in a low rhythmic cadence.
They take a moment to survey each other. His breathing is heavy and she looks completely debauched.
“Now suck my fingers and go back downstairs. I want you thinking about taking my cock for the rest of the night”
He turns to go into the bathroom and she can see the outline of his swollen cock through his pants.
She brings her dress back over her shoulders and heads back downstairs.
“Anyone for dessert?”