Prefect's Bathroom
The sound of water rushing out of hundreds of golden taps pounded throughout Victoire's ears, momentarily drowning out the incessant stream of consciousness of her thoughts. Steam rose above the fluffy white bubbles surrounding her in the massive swimming pool sized bathtub within the Prefect's bathroom. Victoire hadn't made use of it yet this school year and lavished in the stolen moment of solitude.
Only the warm, low light of the wall sconces illuminated the bathroom, creating tiny rainbows within each individual bubble. She rubbed the masculine scent of the patchouli and cedarwood bubble bath into her skin, drowning her every sense within the luxurious bath in a relaxing distraction from the dramas of her love life. But as she caressed the heady scent of the lather across her chest, her hand dropped to her hardened nipples, wishing it was Teddy's hand. And Salvatore's. And Link's. And even Kit's.
She pulled her hand away before her body began to demand a release she couldn't give herself, swimming the length of the tub. Her long, silvery blonde hair flowed behind her as she cut through the endless bubbles. The clicking of a door opening and closing caught her attention, making her turn her head over her shoulder, her wet hair wrapping around her body protectively.
Link Sharpe stood by the door, looking as though the breath had been stolen from him at the sight of Victoire; her hair and the surrounding bubbles shielded her naked body from him. Things had been strained between the two of them recently, what with Teddy agreeing to work with her around her feelings for other men and Kit's tarot reading. He averted his eyes, mumbling an apology as he put a hand behind his head and made with the other to grab the handle and dismiss himself.
"Stay," she pleaded, turning to face him fully. "Please, Link. Join me."
He met her eyes, nodding shyly as he walked further into the room. She stared at him as he stripped his clothes, his muscles flexing as he tore off his shirt. It was difficult not to admire his toned physique and tan skin as he bared himself before her. He wrapped a towel around his waist as he approached the bath slowly, as if he might change his mind. She kept her eyes locked with his own as she stepped towards him equally slowly from within the pool-like bath. The air between them thrummed with anticipation and lust as she took a step on one of the lower ledges at the edge of the pool, exposing her torso just below her navel. She stood there for a moment, her hair mermaid-esque as it stuck to her body and she held out her hand to him.
He dropped his towel, revealing his hard length as he accepted Victoire's hand, allowing himself to be sucked in by her siren-like call. He followed her in, the water reaching to his waist as he simply stared at her. She still held onto his hand, pressing it to her face.
"Talk to me, Link. You haven't been yourself the past few days..."
He withdrew his hand from hers, his gaze straying to her body. Her rounded breasts ached with need as he eyed them, moving her hair away from them so he could admire them better. Wetness built between her legs that had nothing to do with the water as his fingers brushed her skin and he began caressing her perky tits.
"I don't want to talk to you right now, Vic," he said gently, massaging her breasts in a way that felt deliciously good. His big hands squeezed them firmly as his hot tongue met her nipple and he began sucking on them.
Victoire was panting with a growing need. "Then what do you want, Link?"
He straightened, pressing his body to hers, his stiff cock pressing against her lower stomach. "I want you."
"Then take me," she breathed, and he needed no further encouragement. He stuck his tongue into her mouth next, the kiss claiming and desperate and needy. He turned them while they kissed and he backed her up to the edge of the pool; pinning her between the cage of his arms.
They kissed deeply and passionately as she wound her arms around his neck and he lifted her legs into his arms. She ground across the length of his dick, the friction heavenly against her clit. He lifted her again until her ass was perched at the very edge of the pool, pulling her legs apart and toying with her clit while locking eyes with her.
"I'm gonna take you, Victoire. I'm gonna claim your body in a way that has you moaning louder than fucking Myrtle."
Victoire breathed a laugh that was cut short by his tongue meeting her pussy next. She released a moan immediately as he began eating her out, his tongue moving methodically as he continued to rub her clit. Soon she was coming on his tongue, waves of pleasure causing her body to shake.
She grabbed his cock as she caught her breath, pumping it with her hand as she turned their bodies once again so that she was against the ledge. He lifted one of her legs as she lined up his cock with her entrance, and they stared at one another as he slowly put his tip inside her. She gasped into his mouth as he did so, his wet, thick head filling her up in the most right way. Their foreheads were touching as he drove himself deeper into her body, her head tipping back as his considerable length was completely inside her. He groaned as he began delivering her slow thrusts and they panted into one another's mouths with pleasure. He quickened his pace, driving himself into her at a merciless tempo; the slapping sound of their wet flesh coming together competing with Victoire's loud groans. He grabbed both of her legs and she met his thrusts with ones of her own, her clit rubbing against him as he bounced her on his dick. His cock drove into the perfect spot within her and she screamed his name as she came apart for him once more, and he came within her.
He placed her back into the water when they finished, getting soap and rubbing it between her legs, lathering her up and cleaning her. She let herself be taken care of by him, his attention feeling so right. She swung her arms back around him as they shared another kiss, this one communicating all that remained unspoken. Link's touch lingered on her body just as he remained imprinted on her heart, his position there as secure as ever. And his smug little smile as she shivered into him closer said he knew fact on some level.