Luscious Lust

Chapter 7 - Mind If I Slyther In?

Lucius presses me up against the wall. I got my hands around his neck, my fingers tangled into his hair. We're practically feasting upon each other's lips. Finally I get to taste the lips of a real man. And he tastes divine. He tastes classy, expensive, just like his clothes, like his manor, like the glass of liquor he had earlier in the evening, and like the fine cigar he smoked. He's so sophisticated, yet wild, and I want to bring out the beast. 

I throw a leg around him, pressing him against me, feeling the bulge in his pants.
He groans lightly, while leading a hand up my thigh, under my skirt, grabbing my hip. He strokes my hip a few times, and I know what he's searching for. Some sort of fabric, my panties.
"Merlin's beard, you weren't joking about wearing nothing underneath," he smirks and continues to kiss me.
I can feel his smirk on my lips, he's clearly enjoying himself. I slide a hand down to his behind, giving one of his cheeks a good squeeze, pressing him even harder against me.
He kisses my neck while slowly starting to lift my top up. He pulls it over my head and throws it onto the ground. He stares savagely at my lacy bra.
I slide my hands up to his shoulders, removing his black jacket.
Suddenly he lifts me up, like I'm as light as a feather. He walks over to the nearest counter, and in one swift move, he swipes the nick nacks on top of it onto the floor.
I hear stuff break as he puts me down. He obviously doesn't seem to care. I fling his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. He smirks. Then he leans in to kiss me again. So sultry, such a sultry kiss, stealing my all with it. I'm his.
My legs are spread, he's in between them, and we're making out like crazy.
He unhooks my bra in the back and stands up straight to remove it, to have a look at me. He's looking at my breasts with hungry admiration before he leans down to have his way with them. He kisses them, bites them, and cups them into his big hands. I moan in exhilaration.
"Oh, Mr. Malfoy," I pant, tugging his hair, his face burried between my breasts.
"Lucius, call me Lucius," he says breathy before he slithers his tongue around one of my nipples. "Lucius," I purr, stroking his hair. "Lucius," I murmur again, his name tasting like a sweet, forbidden fruit in my mouth. 
He looks up at me. Our eyes lock. The way we are looking at each other is so intense, I stop breathing. All I can hear and feel is my heart going rapid, pounding fiercely inside my chest. And in that moment I know; I'm head over heels in love him.

I don't tell him, of course. I don't want to scare him off. Instead I open his pants, and send them and his black, silky boxers down his legs. They land in a heap around his ankles.
My mouth falls open at the sight of his mighty manhood. I slowly raise my gaze to his ripped chest, and then to his face, taking him all in. He's so sexy, so fit and well built, just the very sight of him is enough to send me to cloud nine. 

Lucius' looking at you. He's so ready to slyther in and give you what you need, to let you know what a real man feels like.

He pushes up my skirt, revealing my womanhood, his look turning feral. I swallow hard, all anxious and excited to finally feel him inside me.
He leans down to kiss me, deeply, and I yelp at the passion, burning with it. 
"Am I your first?" he asks, his voice so husky.
"Yes," I reply. "So be gentle." I nip at his lower lip.
He pulls me onto the edge of the dresser, takes a firm grip around his manhood and starts to penetrate me slowly, stretching me.
It hurts, and I heave for my breath as I feel him breaking through my maidenhead. The pain is short-lived, and soon I'm filled with inches of hard delight.
He slides his cock in and out of my wet cunt a few times, testing if I'm still in pain, but my sounds of pleasure reasures him that he's good to go on. To fuck me.
He thrusts himself into me with a steady pace, while leaning down, searching for my lips.
We kiss like crazy. I got one hand around his neck, the other one tugging his hair. Then I lean my head back against the wall, leaving my body in an angle which lets him penetrate me even deeper.
I pant rapidly, feeling his manhood removing every bit of virginity from my womanhood. He's holding onto my hips, banging against me, the whole counter is shaking. I'm very close to coming and I'm pleading for release, his name dancing on my lips. He seems to like it when I call him by his name, rewarding me with extra deep thrusts. 

I'm standing on the highest peak, on the edge of the brim, watching the waves of pleasure coming in to shore.
I jump in and let the waves crush me against the rocks. It's so overwhelming, such rapture, my body shakes and I scream out as the waves wash over me and gives me such an intense release, I nearly faint. 

Mr. Malfoy doesn't hush me, he's craving my confirming screams so that he knows he's giving me just what I need, and when he's certain I've got what I wanted, what I needed, he lets himself go too. He groans sexy against the slope of my neck as he comes inside me. 

What feels like minutes go by before he looks up at me, his breath more steady. His eyes are mellow, not their usual ice-cold self.
He kisses me softly, his lips like smooth petals pressed against my mouth.
"Please, don't leave, stay here tonight," his husky voice purrs into my ear.
"I wasn't planning on going anywhere," I say and smile.
"Good," Lucius says and kisses me again. "Once you've done it, there's no going back you know," he grins.
"I'm not the one to look over my shoulder, I only look ahead. And I want to do it again. And again. And again," I plead against his lips. 
"I can arrange that," he smirks and gives me another kiss to seal our delightful, little deal.