Oral Fixation
The wetness between her thighs cooled the nape of his neck.
He spent the last few minutes lapping up the remnants of her orgasm and dragging his lips along her soft folds and kissing the curve of her thighs.
Draco wasn’t done but Hermione gripped his hair painfully, pulling his face up to meet her glassy gaze. “Please, I’m too sensitive.”
He licked his glossy lips, enhanced slightly by her cream, and sent her a wolffish smile.
He reached for a cigarette inside his trousers’ pocket that was flung on the ground. Using her soft mound as a pillow, he lit his cig with a snap of his fingers. His other hand creeped up and down her leg and rubbed soothing circles across her soft stomach, unwilling to stop touching her.
Hermione’s breathing slowed, but every time she shifted in the bed, a lewd, sticky sound like Velcro stretched between his neck and her cunt. His cock bobbed over his stomach at the sound each time.
“You have an oral fixation,” she pointed out, but her words held no bite.
Draco reached over his head to hand the cigarette to Hermione.
Upside down, he watched with darkening eyes, as her bruised lips parted with a glossy string of saliva to take a small drag.
Draco rolled onto his stomach, pressing into the mattress to relieve some of the tension. One finger dipped inside her. He watched as her lower lips widened and sucked him in, then clenched at the cool bite of his ring when it slipped through her folds.
“Do I?” He smirked, speaking out of the side of his mouth before blowing a thin wisp of smoke into her still wet and swollen entrance.
She made a small protesting whine, but her head dropped back onto the pillow when he held her thighs open and licked the taste out of her.
Up and down. Tracing through the delicate folds. Drawing circles around and against her walls. Holding his tongue in deep to feel her suckling throbs.
With firm, confident licks, he lapped up each bead of moisture, his nose pressing into her bundle of nerves.
He began anew.