{[Last Time in Tainted Desire]}
For nearly a minute, no answer came, leaving me free to caress her body freely, pushing her arousal to a new level. However, it wasn't just her passive consent I wanted. I wanted her to ask for it, even beg for it if I could manage. So, I stopped, only for her head to turn to me hard enough to suffer a whiplash. "Do you want me to continue?" I asked, close enough that our noses were touching. She nodded rapidly. "I want to hear it from your beautiful lips," I added.
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The sudden rise of her blush was adorable, triggered by a compliment despite the situation we were currently in. "Yes," she managed to whisper.
"Sorry, I couldn't hear it," I said, my hands hovering just above her sensitive spots.
"Please continue," she repeated, avoiding my eyes. I thought about forcing her to look into my eyes but then decided otherwise. I didn't want to push too fast and break the flow, losing all the progress I had managed to achieve. Instead, my hands landed back on her chest, resuming the delivery of my erotic massage. Her moans rose once again, this time louder, unrestricted. A minute later, I pushed even farther, vanishing my shorts and underwear, my meat lodged between her cheeks. Her only reaction was to turn towards me, a dash of panic in her eyes, but I started caressing her nether lips faster, and her panic had drowned in a rush of pleasure.
She started trembling, her juices in free-flow. In response, I quickened the pace of my attention, one of my hands mauling her flesh and twisting her nipples, the other exploring her entrances aggressively. Her head turned back to met my eyes once more, her mouth opened to ask for mercy, her lips, painted black, shining in arousal.
I wasn't an idiot, so I leaned and captured her lips, stealing my first kiss. For a moment, she stiffened, which didn't surprise me at all. We had done a lot of things together, but kissing represented a different level of intimacy, a level that she had no intention of providing…
But she lacked the willpower to fight against the desire, not when she was still suffering the aftershocks of one orgasm while closing in for a second, under throes of a pleasure she hadn't known existing. Her lips started to move, erratic, confused, but nevertheless answering my prodding, locked into a kiss until the second orgasm hit, hard enough to send her into the realm of unconsciousness.
I had to admit, I was surprised. I hadn't expected such a huge progress when she first arrived, dressed in clothing of my choice. Her unconscious weight pressing on me was pleasant, one that tempted me to maintain the position, allowing myself to enjoy the tickling warmth of her beautiful body. Still, I decided against it, because it would be a pity to miss such a beautiful opportunity passively when I could do much more.
After casting a spell to get rid of her remaining clothes, I walked to the bathroom, holding Fleur in my arms in a bridal hold, the way her naked skin rubbing mine making it hard to stay on the plan. Still, I kept my desires back, what was the point of living if you fulfilled every desire as soon as they occurred. A minute later, I was in the bathroom. I filled the bathtub with a lazy wave of my wand while simultaneously expanding it, adding bubbles and bath salts as the next step, even though I wasn't perfectly happy about their necessity. They were going to hide Fleur's spectacular body from my eyes for a while, a detail that I didn't like despite its criticality.
But once again, the long terms need of the plan triumphed. It was important for Fleur to be able to relax next to me, and that would be almost impossible while her body was on display. Bubbles would give just enough cover to prevent a freak-out, while keeping her aware that a careless movement could get rid of the cover she relied on to stay hidden. Just what I needed to subject her after the latest moment we had shared. With that in mind, I carefully placed her in the bathtub until her chest was barely submerged, and then sat across her, our legs touching. The bathtub was large enough for us to be comfortable, but not large enough so she could avoid touching me.
I waved my wand for the one last time, adding a jacuzzi-like effect to it, then leaned back, waiting for her consciousness to return after the latest round of playing. There was a huge smile on her lips as her eyes opened, though she looked like she might elect to return to her sleep any second, an unacceptable development, I had no intention spending hours in the bathtub while she caught up with her sleep. "Good morning, sleepyhead," I said, unable to keep a smug smile off my face. It was hard to not to feel pride after pushing a breathtaking beauty to the unconsciousness with just my touch.
Her eyes forced open in panic. "Malfoy-," she said in a panic as she tried to stand up, only to slip even deeper in the water, unbalanced, her coughing stealing rest of her sentence. She was wheezing and sputtering as she rose, though in her panic, she probably missed the fact that she had risen more than what could be called appropriate, revealing her tits to my gaze, partially hidden by the bubbles that managed to stick her naked skin.
It was a mouth-watering view, a fact I had no problem informing Fleur about, no words necessary. It took a second for her to realize I was avoiding her eyes, focusing on her chest instead, and another second passed before she could process what that meant. She sank in the water in a hurry, even her chin hidden under the bubble. "Come on, sweetheart," I said in a casual tone. "Isn't it a bit late for to be ashamed of your own body, not that you have anything to be ashamed, of course."
As usual, the casual compliment brought another deep blush to her face. Well, it enhanced the previous one that was already there, not a surprising fact considering the details of the situation. "Still," she managed to murmur. "I need to dress and go, we're finished."
"If you prefer so," I said, but she made no move to get out of the water, no doubt not wanting to keep her body hidden from me. Unfortunately for her, it only made me more enthusiastic about the situation. Seeing that no movement was incoming, I let my hands sink under the water, traveling until they reached to her foot. I took a hold of her delicate appendage and brought my hands closer to the surface, her gaze focused on her own toe currently peeking out of the foam barrier. I let my finger dance over the sole of her feet, making me glad that massage was one of the skills I had attained in my past life.
"I need to go," she repeated once more, but compared to this one, even her panicked exclaim at the first one came across as one of the finest examples of decisiveness. It was a weak, trembling statement, clear that she didn't say because she believed it, but said because it needed to be said, so that later on, she could rationalize the moment in her mind. I decided to allow her to have that moment, it was nothing more than a symbolic gesture of pride after the armistice was signed.
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