Netflix and Chill

Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince is playing and I could not care less. While it is my favorite Harry Potter movie, I'm too distracted to give one fuck about Draco Malfoy.
I bit my lip as my partner slid his hands up my shirt. I've been sitting on his lap for half the movie now and he's hard as hell. I tilt my head back into his shoulder as he whispers into my ear, "Hello gorgeous". I feel myself smile at that, my core warming at his husky voice.
I'm wearing a short pink skirt so my -now soaked-panties are right up against his crotch. His large and calloused hands roamed up my small soft torso.
"Do you want to keep watching?" He grumbled into my ear, "or should we do something more entertaining?" his words shake my core, making me bite my lip even harder. Dumbledore is falling from the tower now, plummeting to his death. That scene was the only real reason I picked this movie. I enjoy watching that old bastard die.
Now that the best part is over, I nod. That's all the confirmation he needs. He pulls off my shirt and unclips my bra- a shock he knows how to do it-not a moment later, throwing my clothes and lingerie on the floor. The cold air prickles my bare breasts-god I'm so wet right now-.

I'm sitting on his lap so that my back is facing him and my thighs are spread over his. A startled gasp slips out of me as he cups my breasts in his rough hands and begins palming me. My core clenches while my nipples harden and my pussy throbs at the action. "Mother fu-" I gasp as pleasure takes me.
I feel him smirk. One of his hands floats down to my soaking white lace panties. I moan loudly as he teases my clit, not a fuck in the world if the neighbors hear us. My sex is on fire and I'm raking with lust, I need more. More. More. More.
I grind against him, my ass soft against the hard croix between us. His moans mimic mine, I'm grinding up against both his hand and cock while he kneeds my aching breasts. My panties are utterly ruined, soaked to the brim. The cold liquid slicking down my thighs. I think about making him cum in his pants as payback for ruining my favorite pair of lingerie. I think I might.
A wicked grin slides across my face as I stop grinding, grabbing his wrist to make him stop. I shift to face him, staring into that gorgeous face. It's crossed with a hint of confusion but mostly erotic pleasure. His face is red and he's panting hard, his mouth left open from silent moans of pleasure. He looked hungrily down at my bare chest, his eyes raking across my body with need.
He lets out a huff as my hands unexpectedly touch his chest to lift up his shirt-oh, I'm going to have fun with this-. With one last grin, I kiss him deeply, sticking my tongue down his throat warm throat. He's so shocked he tries to pull back, I don't let him-shouldn't have left your mouth open, it's too tempting- I grab the back of his head, my hand running along his soft black hair as I pull him deeper. He groans into my mouth, the low sound vibrates threw me. I break off and laugh onto his skin, trailing kisses down his jaw and neck. He shakes with restraint throughout it all, it's a pleasing sight. I push him back into the couch so that I can take his nipple in my mouth. "God-" he chokes out. His back arches instantly, I laugh at his soft whimpers-he's acting like a puppy and it's so damn hot-. He's so hard his dick is pressing against my slick sex, practically demanding entrance. If not for the fabric between us, he'd be miles deep in me already. He grinds desperately against my wet pussy, whining and panting. As much as I like hearing it all, I press my mouth to his, needing to do something with those wicked lips of his, the action makes him moan into my mouth, the sound vibrating through my whole body. His breathing his hot against my hand and I have a feeling this turns us both on.
Letting him grind against me, I twist gently at his hard nipple, it makes him squirm. He gurgles out a choked plea as he rolls his whole body into the action of slamming his crotch against my opening. My body is on fire. His hands are on my ass, guiding me into him, our throbbing crouches rubbing up against each other's faster and faster. I can't hold it back, the stimulation is to much, I'm on the verge of tipping. Pre- cum has soaked his pants already, his moans thundering through the room, his rolling movements shaking the couch and hitting the blinds, making them also shake. We cry out almost in unison as we cum. Hard.
Warmth spreads threw me as I orgasim, both our backs arching. I can feel his cum soaking through his pants and getting some on me, it makes me grin like a hyena. I purr onto his throat, scraping my canines across his Adam's apple he groans in that rumble of a voice of his that makes it feel like he started an earthquake- it's a shocker the house isn't in pieces-, half of pleasure and half realization.
Netflix  displays the "Are You Still Watching? Yes or No?" screen. I pick up the remote and impute "No".