Touch Starved

Pervert!

"Stuck isn't the word I would use." he smiled weakly, giving into you finally.

"And you know what MY Draco would do?" you stood, releasing his chin

"What?" He watched you closely.

"My Draco... would take me to the closest surface and show me the kind of man he really is.... But if you insist he isn't here... maybe I should just go do it myself" you shrugged, starting to walk out of the kitchen. You barely heard him stand before you could react, he was on you.

"Last time I checked. I said I was your Draco" he growled into the back of your neck.

"Prove it" smirked, turning to face him, watching his face as it rolled into something wicked. A face you felt like you hadn't seen in forever.

Draco was fast, lifting you from where you stood. You had expected him to carry you upstairs, instead, he turned you both, laying you down on the kitchen table, you gasped lightly as your back hit the wood. His hands worked from the bottom up, gentle fingertips brushed your skin. Along with gentle breaths, his lips following after his hands. He lifted your new nightie.

"You have no idea how hard it was ignoring this when I came to bed" he whispered.

"Then don't ignore it" you whispered. Without speaking again he hitched your panties in his fingers. Slowly sliding them down your legs, making sure he was taking his sweet time.

"Fucking tease" you breathed, his fingers were running their way back up your body. He stood before you, watching closely as you shivered under his touch. Control was his, and it was erotic.

Your head was back on the table, eyes closed when you felt his fingers leave you, you opened your eyes just in time to watch him lower himself to his knees.

He kissed your thighs, moving back and forth between them. Making his way closer to your spot, before kissing away again. He was doing this on purpose, you quivered under him as he kissed back, slower than before. Finally, he leaned in, tasting you. You moaned instantly, your head falling back on the table. His tongue rolled and dipped into you, making your skin freckle in goosebumps. He moaned lightly as you shuttered again, the vibration rolling through you. His hands shot up, gripping you at the thigh, his mouth working magic. As you felt the welling rolling up inside you, your release coming quickly he pulled away. Standing once again, licking his lips as he undid his pants. He hitched his thumbs into the waistband. Pulling down both his pants and underwear, he was more than ready for you. He grabbed your legs again, pulling your body down further on the table so your butt was hanging over the edge.

He groaned as he entered you, your body sang back with a breathy moan. He continued to move slowly, his hands sitting at your hips. Pushing in and out of you, each movement was so intentional, so slow. He just took in the view of you as he fucked you, your breasts moving as he would thrust into you, your face with a small lustful smile as you moaned for him. His hand wandered up to your body, skipping your chest and making its way to your neck. Resting there for a moment, you swallowed suddenly. The feeling of his hot fingers on your neck made your body sing. He smiled as you moaned louder, "Draco..." you sighed, his body moving in its perfect rhythm. He leaned down, resting his free hand on the table, ramming harder into you now. The table shook under you, squeaking as it did. You were in heaven, this had to be heaven, you were so sure of it. He pounded you faster, his hand on your neck squeezing softly. Your hands reached up, digging long scratches into his bad. He groaned again, louder at the sharpness. He moved so rough and hard you thought for a moment you may break the table. The fire inside you started sputtering, consuming all of you. This time he let you finish, your body quivering into him. Congratulating him with your erupting moan of his name. He leaned down, kissing you hard, his hand still laying on your neck. This was going to be a true weakness of yours, the feeling of his hand on you in this way.

He groaned hard again as he pumped into you. His body is nearing its edge. This must have been what the Gods had felt like because that's what he was. A god.

Your body was tight around him, the feeling of your skin and the sound of your muffled moaning sent him over the edge. He moaned as he finished. Your body was filled entirely with him. You couldn't imagine a better feeling.

It almost felt dirty, eating at that table. You just chewed on your lip as he worked his way around the kitchen. He made you a simple breakfast, a few pieces of toast and some jam along with a pot of coffee. You both knew cooking was something you both needed to learn. You had both never really had to take control of the cooking, so starting off late You guessed was better than nothing.

"I'm sorry I can't cook" he sat down at the chair beside you.

"No, it's okay. You had parents who cooked for you. So I get why you never learned"

"Narcissa always insisted the kitchen was no place for the men..." he had started calling his mother Narcissa recently, while you weren't sure why you didn't question him, his healing process is his own.

"Elenor tried to teach me, but I guess I hadn't really learned that great. But I should have known that from potions" you both laughed. Draco was always amazing at potions from what you can recall.

"Remember 3rd year when Snape made us work together?" You asked him.

"Did he now? I'm sorry I don't remember" he admitted to you, drinking deeply in his coffee.

"Yeah, you are pissed because you wanted to work with pansyyyy" you nudged him with your elbow. He rolled his eyes at you.

"Now I know you're lying.. I would never willingly work with Pansy" he shuddered.

"Honest, you were so mad you had to work with me until I said it looked like Snape must have a stick up his ass because of how stiff he walked." You chucked at yourself.

"That was you who started that? I hope you know he heard me tell Zabini that and I got detention" he shook his head at you.

"Well, that's what you get for stealing my joke." You beamed at him. Because you know for a fact he didn't tell Zabini that you came up with it.

"You have a point," he nodded. "I wish I could thank him, for saving me from having to kill Dumbledor. I don't know if I ever could have recovered from that. And I never knew why he did it"

"I am thankful for him too. I wonder if you had done it if you would have gone full darkside..." the idea made you a little sick.

"I don't think I have the stomach to be a killer. As much as I thought I did when I was younger"

"Well good, younger Draco was a prat" You smiled at him, he scowled at you. "And your obsession with Harry? People said things....." you nodded, remembering the whispers.

'Wait, what things?" Wait, he really didn't know? Oh no...

"Yeah... uhhhh. People thought you had a thing for him or something" His jaw dropped at what you said.

"People thought I wanted to... Potter?!" he laughed loudly.

"Hey, some people said Harry was down. So I didn't know" you shrugged.

"People really thought we were.... Oh no no no" He shook his head, shivering at the thought. You shrugged, "I thought it was kinda hot" He looked at you, his eyes wide.