𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 - 𝐃.𝐌.

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 149

~ smut

Draco sets me down on the kitchen counter. The counter we were talking about just this morning. My dress pushing up to my hips from my legs being spread.

I feel his hands begin to run up all the way from my knees to my upper thighs, feeling my skin and claiming it as his own all over again.

I've always loved how possessive he is, even if it used to piss me off. He wants me to be his, and only his. His protectiveness is also attractive to me. He wants me safe, and safe to me, is in his arms.

I learned that after all these years, I can't do everything on my own. I can't be independent forever. I need him. It just took me some time to realize.

His hand slips behind my back, tugging at my zipper and pulling it down. I'm not wearing a bra, which is a surprise to him as he pulls the top of my dress down to pool at my waist.

He hums a little through his smile, enjoying the sight before him. He always did love them.

"Thank you." He says.

I nod back, because I don't even know if i'm able to speak with the way he's looking at me right now.

He leans in to my ear and kisses it. Every time he kisses a different part of my body, I fall more aware of how hot his mouth is when it comes in contact with my skin.

I don't know what it is about right now, but I feel more aroused than I ever did when I was younger. It might be because i'm married now, and having sex with Draco doesn't have to be something I feel guilty about.

He pulls me closer to the edge of the counter towards him, leaning down a little to kiss my breasts.

He looks back up at me and notices my untouched neck. He leans in as I tilt my head for him, and immediately kisses it. But I want even more than what he's giving me.

His kisses are light and airy, and I right now I want them to be deeper.

"More." I whisper, grabbing onto him.

He obliges, sucking a little, but I still feel the need for something more intense.

"More." I repeat.

I can feel him bite and suck. He's one hundred percent giving me a hickey right now, and I love every second of it.

When he releases his lips from my neck I can't even be mad at him for pulling away because he's taking his tie off. I want to see as much skin as I can.

When he gets the tie off, the first thing he does is straighten it out horizontally, and then put it behind my neck.

He pulls me towards him with it. I use this an an opportunity to unbutton his shirt. With each button I undo, I watch the smirk grown on his face.

When I reach the last one, he let's go of the tie just to let his shirt fall off his shoulders and onto the floor.

He pulls me towards him with the tie again, pressing his lips to mine once again. We fight each other for dominance, but no matter how hard I try, i'll never win against him.

His free hand pushes my dress up to my waist, which is where the top half of it ended up also. He quickly rips the tie away and onto the floor, releasing his lips from mine. He gets a grip on my panties and I lift my hips just before he takes them off of me slowly.

I reach to feel his chest, but he grabs my hand and places it back on the counter.

I furrow my eyebrows at first, not understanding why he doesn't want me touching him. But he leans in and kisses the scar on my jawline as he spreads my legs.