Moonlight

“Imperturbabio,” Petunia said, casting the barrier charm upon the door. “Lloyd, darling, come here.”

Between one moment and the next, Lloyd was wrapping his arms around Petunia. He only hesitated for a moment before he allowed his hands to roam up and down her back, running over the side of her ribcage and grazing her buttocks. 

Then Petunia’s lips met his, and her hands found their own purchase on his body. Her long nails sent shivers up his spine as they slunk beneath his shirt, forcing it up and over his head. Their mouths separated so he could fully remove his shirt, and when Petunia’s eyes met Lloyd’s, something flared within him. Magic, perhaps, or lust. Likely both.

Petunia ran her tongue over the sensitive flesh of Lloyd’s neck, and he released a ragged breath.

“Petunia,” he barely got out. 

And then the woman in question pulled away, and Lloyd couldn’t help but hate the cold that invaded where her warmth had once been. 

Petunia ran her nails over Lloyd’s chest, lower and lower she ran her fingers, until right before his navel she removed her hands entirely. With a single twitch of her wand, a spectacular sight filled Lloyd’s vision. Petunia’s dress slid down her body, unzipped, leaving the woman nearly naked in a light pink bralette and panty set that left little to the imagination. 

Lloyd reached for Petunia, wrapping his hand around her waist and pulling her into his hardness. 

“The things you do to me,” he breathed into her neck. 

“Oh, the things I will do to you,” she hummed back, her body leaning into his.

He could feel her softness through his pants, and, suddenly, he needed there to be even less between them. With a single hand he gripped his wand, running it along the edges of his seams. As if it was a blade, the fabric fell away, leaving Lloyd bare before Petunia. 

She watched with her usual cold, dissociated gaze as she looked over his body. He was fit, but still, he was near twenty years her senior. Whereas she was perky and soft in all the right places, he, in that moment, wondered what she saw. 

He didn’t have much time to dwell because Petunia wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs around his torso, and commanded him to move. 

“To the bed, Lloyd.”

Her voice was rough, and her body hot against his bare skin. 

And then he was laying her down, and his lips were trailing down her body. First, it was at her temple, a gentle kiss as he took in the smell of her shampoo —a gentle lavender. Then it was the side of her mouth where the softness called to him. Next, it was her neck, where he took a deep breath and let the sharp smell of her perfume sink into him. And, finally, he found his way to her breasts. 

He slid his fingers under the delicate fabric covering Petunia, tracing it around to her back. In a single movement, he unclasped her bralette and ripped it off her body, revealing her bare chest to him. 

Lowering his head, he took a nipple into his mouth, delicately, irreverently, as if she was a long-awaited treasure. To Lloyd, the comparison was apt. He had dreamt of this moment. 

The moment he would physically consume her, and she would spiritually consume him. Because that was what was happening. As he flicked his tongue, his very being was taken by Petunia. He would never come back from this. Could never go back. 

As he sucked her into him, Petunia released a moan so divine that Lloyd found religion. With a pop, he moved to her other nipple, dropping his wand and bringing his now free hand to where his mouth had abandoned Petunia. He ran the tips of his fingers over the sensitive bud of her nipple, and feeling Petunia tense beneath him gave Lloyd a headrush.

Eventually, however, he succumbed to his more base urges, bringing his head lower, down her torso, his tongue leaving a cold line down her stomach. When he reached her softness, his fingers slipped under the fabric, pulling it to the side to reveal the entirety of Petunia. 

“Beautiful,” his hot breath met her wetness, and he ran his tongue along her opening. 

Lloyd caught sight of one of Petunia’s hands straying towards his head, and he relished in the way her nails ran through his hair, flexing when he hit a particularly sensitive spot. She gripped him as he dove into her, sucking and licking and breathing her in. 

“Oh, oh—oh God,” she moaned, and Lloyd found himself smiling at the no-maj phrase. 

He stayed there for a while, until her wiggling became too much, and his hardness was taking over more than just his erection. He found her lips again, and Petunia tasted herself on his tongue. 

Lloyd was too much, and though Petunia was not the one who had spent a decade pining, she wanted him desperately. All of him. So she pulled herself up, and used what little upper body strength she had to flip Lloyd onto his back. He huffed a laugh and let her, sinking into the bed. Petunia perched on top of him, resting her thighs on the back of her calves. She looked into Lloyd’s eyes, darkened with lust but sparking with magic, and then she peered down at his erection. 

And then she grinned, spreading her thighs open even more. She pulled the soaked fabric that had gone back to covering her aside, and angled herself just so. 

Then she dove.

Lloyd cried out with the pleasure of being inside Petunia. Petunia cried out with the pleasure of having Lloyd be inside her.

And then she moved.