Professor Malfoy

53 | it's been too much

Chapter 53
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I'll never get tired of waking up in his arms wrapped around me. I don't know how we managed to sleep like that for the rest of the night without changing positions.

Last night was...heavy. Tiring. After we finished, we got into it again like two hungry wolves and proceeded to do it two more times before collapsing and closing our eyes. No wonder why the sun is so high up in the sky already - we slept in.

But now I have more energy than ever. The sex charged me and now I want more and more, I don't think I'll be able to stop.

Slowly, I turn to watch his face. He's still asleep, his eyelids heavy and sometimes flinching. I think he's having a nightmare. My hand rests on top of his cheek and proceeds to stroke his cold skin. The room temperature is normal, we've kept the fireplace lit for the most of the evening and no windows are opened. There's no reason for him to be cold, yet he is. I think it goes deeper than just room temperature.

"Enjoying the view?" He asks suddenly, lifting the corners of his mouth into a smirk.

I quickly turn away, "you wish,"

But his arms grab me and pull me back toward him. I'm buried in his body, the mass of muscles and blankets. My mouth lets out a surprised laugh.

"You were admiring me," he says playfully.

"Because you love to be adored so much," I tease him and press my naked ass against his lap. We haven't had the chance to get into our pajamas.

"By you, always."

He flips me over and starts pressing kisses all over my naked body. First the face, neck, then the chest. I let out a moan when his tongue meets my nipples. My breasts grow heavy and aching for more. I take my fingers and bury them in his icy blonde hair, pressing his head lower.

"So greedy," he murmurs, kissing my belly.

"I want you to..." I mumble, the words get swallowed as his hands grab me by my waist.

"You want me to do what?"

I close my eyes and rest my head in the pillow, my body heating up just by thinking of it.

"Lou," Draco says, "say it,"

His mouth is slowly getting closer to my pussy, the strands of his hair tingling my skin.

"I want to hear how foul your pretty mouth can get,"

I though he had enough of that yesterday. Enough of me swearing and cussing after each deep thrust into me.

His lips brush against my center but he stops to look at me.

"Lick me," I manage to say, "I want to feel your tongue inside me,"

He smiles devilishly and buries his mouth in me. His tongue licks my whole center, from up to down all while holding the eye contact. He wants to see what it does to me, how it sends me to heaven each time his tongue meets my pussy.

"Fuck," I whisper into the ceiling.

"You taste exquisite," he says to me, "even more delicious in the morning,"

His tongue slips into me and I moan loudly, begging for more with my hands still in his hair.

"I wish I could taste you like this. Each morning, to have you spread on the table for me,"

"We could arrange that,"

He doesn't say anything to that, because we in fact can't. I shake that out of me and moan one more time as his tongue slides deeper.