When I started dating Neville I never thought HE would be the dominant one. He always seems so sweet and gentle. I learned very quickly for some activities, this was not the case.
"Piss off Neville" I hissed as Neville continued poking me in the common room. I just wanted to get my charms homework done. I was promptly picked up. "Awh neville no I need to finish my-" "trust me, you will finish." Neville interrupted angrily. I shut up then and just allowed myself to be carried away. Neville brought me straight to his dorm knowing Harry Ron Seamus and Dean weren't there. He put me on the bed and called out "colloportus" and "Muffliato" while I sat on the bed.
Neville stalked towards me like I was his prey. He pinned me to the bed and started kissing my neck, roughly, leaving bruises no doubt. I sighed at the feeling. Neville's hand began to slip down from my wrist to my boob, squeezing and massaging it on the outer layer of my clothes before bucking his hips against me allowing me to feel how hard he was. I whined at this because I got friction I didn't know I was craving till then. Neville continued bucking his hips into me, essentially grinding on me to give me friction. It wasn't enough. "Nev hurry up." I breathed. "No." He told me simply. "Please nev-" I started before he put his hand over my mouth. "NO." He replied more sternly. I knew to shut up and be quiet now. Neville continued his slow and torturous pace before looking at me asking consent to move his hand up my skirt. I quickly said yes and his hand instantly travelled to my inner thigh, squeezing and grabbing it before his fingers slid over my clit over my panties. My breathing hitched as he started rubbing slow delicate circles on my clit. I moaned out at the feeling I desperately needed before his hand grabbed my panties and yanked them off. He moved his hand back up and continued rubbing circles on my clit until I felt his middle and ring finger inside me. I moaned at the feeling arching my back slightly. He fingered me slowly at first, I whined and moved trying to get him to go faster. When he did I was very unprepared. He started roughly slamming his fingers in and out of me and kept at this for a couple minutes before his head dipped under my skirt. Neville loved foreplay almost as much as the actual sex and always done as much as possible. I felt his tongue on my clit and he started licking and sucking my clit. My hand found his hair and tangled in it pushing him closer to me. I was a moaning mess by the time he stopped. I heard his belt become undone and pants fall to the floor. I heard him open a condom packet then seconds later he was pushing into me. I sighed softly as he bottomed out, him doing the same sigh. "Move nev." I told him. And he did. Except he didn't start slow and delicate, but fast and rough. He put my hands over my head again and pinned them down as he ploughed into me. "Fuck good girl Sasha good girl." Neville grunted in my ear, causing butterflies and eliciting a moan from me. "Fuck nev so good." I moaned back. Neville kept pounding into me for almost 20 minutes before he came. I'd already came three times by this point and wasn't sure I could cum again. Neville pulled out, binned the condom, dressed us both and brought me back to the common room.
"Neville, why was the door locked and the muffl- ah I see." Seamus interrupted himself. Neville was carrying me bridal style now holding me close to him. He put me back into my chair to finish my charms homework and once I'd finished it, brought me back to his dorm for round two and sleep.
