Goodnight Kiss Part 2 ❤️🔥
Part 1 saw the randy Gryffindors not ready to end the night after a steamy kiss, so they sneak off for a night of spicy fun 🌶🔥 (Fingering, virginity loss, explicit content) NSFW
Garreth stood in the centre of the main room of your Room of Requirement with his mouth open, turning about to take in the high ceiling, the walls of portraits and the glowing vivarium entrances. "This is bloody brilliant!"
You chuckled and moved to take his hand. "It is rather special isn't it. I've had it since 5th year."
He looked down at you. "Who else knows about it?"
"Professor Weasley and her house elf friend, Deek," you said. Garreth looked back towards the entrance with a frown. You took his arm. "Its alright. Your aunt doesn't come here hardly at all. We can be quite alone here, I promise."
"What do you do in here?"
You grinned. "Let me show you."
Down the flight of stairs led to a long room split into two sections, one half full of your herbology plants, the other half made Garreth gape in delight. He hurried to look at all the potion stands, exclaiming at your tools and ingredients. You laughed watching him, your chest getting tighter with how much he meant to you. Seeing him here in your own personal space seemed to confirm what was in your heart.
He spotted an empty cauldron and began to hold up ingredients, a familiar look in his eye. You hurried to him and took a vial of liquid from his eager hands. "Um, maybe leave this for now," you said hastily. "I love you, but if you blow up my stuff I might have to Confringo your backside into next week."
He turned to look at her, vial forgotten, his eyes surprised. "Did you just...you said..."
Your jaw dropped and you spun, you shoved the vial back into a box, your hands blindly tidying the other bottles. You felt his hand on your shoulder and you drew a shaky breath, a warm blush blooming across your cheeks. He turned you to face him and you couldn't look at him. His fingers tilted your chin upwards. "You love me?"
You look into those pretty green eyes and see the hope, the warmth. He was everything good, he was the light that chased the dark from your shadowed thoughts, he kept you grounded when you could have easily lost yourself. You thought about facing a day without him in it and knew it would be impossible.
"I can't breathe without you," you said softly.
His breath came out in a long, shaky rush and he spun, his hands coming up to his mouth. He did a kind of little jig of delight, a laugh bubbling up and out of his smiling mouth. "Really? Truthfully?" He rushed to take both of your hands. "You really love me?"
"Yes, you oaf," you laugh. You playfully punched his arm and then he was wrapping his arms about your waist, lifting you from your feet to spin you both around. You squealed as he danced you around the potion stands, laughter falling easily from both of your lips. When he finally came to a pause, his breaths coming faster, he held you tighter, your feet dangling against his legs, your gaze level with his.
"I love you too, MC," he said. "Like, a ridiculous amount."
Your heart thudded madly against his chest, your bodies pressed close enough that you were surrounded by his warmth. You slid your fingers into his soft hair, playing with the curls, loving every single strand of it. "Show me," you whispered.
Garreth's gaze darkened, his pupils dilating, and you held your breath. There was nothing to stop you now, he could have all of you and you would give yourself gladly.
Slowly, your lips moved closer together, the softest brush. A kiss so sweet you thought you might die on the spot. Perhaps he realised the significance of this moment too, because his kisses were slow, torturous and the swirl of heat inside you began to coil deliciously.
He set you back down on your feet, his hands smoothing over your hips to your waist. And then his fingers were tugging your blouse from your waistband, sliding up underneath the fabric of your chemise to glide around to your lower back. You arched under the touch, the feel of his fingers on your skin a torture and a delight. He swallowed the moan on your lips with a hot kiss, finger tips trailing up your spine, your shirt riding up with his arms. It was scandalous, it was naughty, and it was fucking sexy.
You felt an aching burn between your legs and you squeezed your thighs together, remembering how you had felt yourself down there once, your own fingers seeking out what felt good until your cheeks had burned and you had shuddered inexplicably, Garreth's smile behind your eyes. Heat flooded your cheeks as you wondered what it would feel like if he touched you that way, with those fingers that were trailing fire down your back right now.
Overwhelmed by the possibilities, you gulped, air seeming to be stolen from your lungs. Garreth paused. "Are you alright?"
"Me neither. We can stop."
"No, please," you said immediately. You curled your fingers into his jumper, holding him there lest he disappear. "I want this. I want you to touch me."
Your fingers shook a little, but you were determined, as you undid the buttons on your blouse, the fabric falling open to reveal the delicate lace and pleats of your chemise. Garreth's eyes devoured you, his hands skimming the blouse from your shoulders till it fell to the marble floor of the room. He trailed fingers along the lacy edge of the chemise, grazing the skin just below your collarbone. "You are so beautiful," he murmured.
You ached to feel his fingers on every inch of your skin, and you imagined laying on a bed, exposed and open to his body. The image so vivid you could almost feel the softness of the sheets against your back. The room shuddered, answering your heart's desire.
Garreth looked up, stunned as the wall behind you shifted and a door appeared, opening on to the inviting sight of a bedroom. "What happened?"
"The room gives me whatever I need," you said, unable to keep the smugness from your grin.
He stared into the bedroom lit by a roaring fire, the bed a four poster and made up in Gryffindor colours. His smile was devastating. "You are, quite simply, amazing."
"And don't you forget it."
He took your hand and pulled you into the bedroom eagerly, the door swinging shut behind you, closing the world out and leaving you both in a bubble of your own.
He held both of your hands up, your fingers interlocking. "Nervous?" He sounded a bit breathless.
"If you need to stop, say it and we will," he said.
"As long as you do the same."
He tugged you closer, his hand twisting free of yours to trail his fingers up your arm, slowly, delightful shivers flowing in waves across your skin as he traced over your shoulder to your neck. Tilting your head back ever so gently he pressed his lips to that soft spot where your neck met your shoulder, tugging down the wide strap of your chemise to let him kiss the flesh there. You closed your eyes, a sigh leaving your lips as his mouth worshipped your skin. You felt the slide of fabric as he lifted the chemise. You raised your arms as he pulled it over your head, leaving you naked from the waist up. Instinct told you to cross your arms over your chest, but the way he was looking at you made you pause. He placed a warm hand against your sternum and you swallowed hard as it slid slowly downwards, pausing in the valley of your breasts.
You felt both peaks tighten under his gaze, the globes feeling heavy and aching for his touch. He must have been able to feel the thud of your heart under his palm, beating madly for him, pushing your blood hotly through your veins at his touch. His thumb brushed lightly against the fullness of one breast and your breath hitched in your throat. You saw his throat work as he swallowed and then his hand slid lower, fingers grazing over your stomach until they reached the waistband of your skirt. "May I?"
You nodded and moved to help him but he brushed your hand gently aside, working the buttons himself, loosening the skirt to let it slide down your legs. You stepped free and kicked the shoes from your feet. Then Garreth was on his knees, his hands on your hips as though he was worshipping you. Your pulse was hammering in your ears as he slid down your underwear, your hands curling into fists to stop you from covering the silken curls between your thighs. He stared, breathing harder, and then he licked his lips before pressing a soft kiss against the skin above that hair, his breath hot on your flesh.
A whimper left your lips at the searing burn in your core. His hands smoothed up your thighs and held your hips, his mouth pressing more kisses, moving across to where the skin dipped into the join of your leg. Here he swirled his tongue against your sensitive skin and you gasped, legs beginning to tremble. Slowly, he slid down your high stockings, tugging each foot free, hands caressing the skin of your calves and ankles.
"Garreth," you whimpered. He looked up at you and you held out your hands, he took them as you pulled him up searching out his mouth. He crushed you against him, the wool of his jumper scratching against your nipples, his hands reaching to cup your bottom, kneading the softness there.
You could feel the dampness against your inner thigh, and you ached to feel his skin, he was far too over dressed. You helped him tug off the jumper and shirt, your hands free to explore the expanse of his chest. He had freckles here, just like on his face, and you caressed the soft trail of hair from his navel downwards. You kissed where his heart thudded, strong and true, your tongue tasting, moving to swirl over a nipple. He gripped your head, a sound of approval deep in his throat.
There was a bulge in his trousers, his desire for you obvious and you stroked a curious hand against it, the hardness fascinating to you. It flexed under your touch and you bit your lip, stroking again. He moaned and pulled at his button fly, tugging his trousers loose and guided your hand inside them. You sucked in a breath at the feel of coarse hair contrasting with the silky softness of his most private part. Your fingers fumbled to explore, so soft yet so hard, it felt foreign and dangerous and terribly exciting. He seemed to like what you were doing despite you having no clue how to please him, his breath shuddered. "Fuck." The word came out a strangled sound and then he was shoving his trousers down, removing his boots and underwear in hurried movements. You stepped back, watching him, your eyes widening at the sight of him, your breath tight and uneven as you contemplated how on earth that was going to fit inside of you.
So, there you both were, naked as the day you were born, both breathing fast and staring at the other. You felt so terribly grown up and yet lost in a cloud of innocence at the same time. What if you failed him? You were not exotic or knowledgeable at these things, just a girl who burned for a boy with her whole soul.
Stepping forward, you placed a nervous hand against his chest. He cupped both of your elbows. "You're shaking," he said. "Would you like to get more comfortable?"
You gaze at the bed and nod, letting him lead you to it, both of you climbing up. You both settle atop the sheets facing each other and he brushed a lock of hair behind your ear. You shuffle closer, pressing yourself against him, hungry to feel the hardness of his frame against the softness of yours. You shiver as your breasts brush up against his chest, his hand sweeping over the curve of your hip to drag your pelvis against him. You feel his hardness against you and you squirm, the silky hardness an erotic burn against your abdomen. He kisses you and you melt against him, his tongue hungry, drawing a low moan from you. He breathes hotly into your mouth, teeth tugging at your lip, body moving to flatten you against the bed. Immediately, your legs part and he falls between them, and you feel him brush up against your damp heat. His mouth moves over your jaw to your neck and his palm cups a breast, rolling the flesh softly.
"Mmm, Garreth." You arch into the touch, your hand reaching down, eager to explore that silky hardness again. You stroke the shaft up to the tip and you feel wetness there, you spread it with your fingers and he groans, pushing into your hand. He reaches to show you how to wrap your hand around him, both of your hands sliding up and down the shaft together. He buries his face into your neck. "Oh fuck."
More wetness leaks from the tip and your thumb smears it, his hips buck and he stills your hand. His voice his breathless when he tells you he will not last long if you continue to touch him that way. But you love the feel of him in your hand knowing how much he likes it. You stare down at your hand wrapped around him and squeeze gently. "You dreadful tease," he groans. He tugs your hand free. "Your turn."
Anticipation burns in your veins as he brushes his fingers against your damp curls, he uses his hand to spread your leg out wider, your lips parting to reveal the slick of your arousal and he pants at the sight. You feel a throb there, a slight clench in anticipation and you grab his wrist. "Touch me, please," you beg.
He slides the pad of a finger along the slit, slick coating him and a small sound leaves your throat. He does it again, moving upwards this time, parting the lips and just grazing against the sensitive nub you had found alone that time. Your cry makes him look up at you.
"Oh, when you touch me right there...I think I might die," you gasp. He looks down and swirls where he thinks you mean, shocks of pleasure spiral outwards and your cry is louder this time. "Oh, yes! There!"
He slides his finger again, luxuriously, achingly slow, up and down that nub and your head falls back against the bed, your back arching upwards, your mouth slack in a soundless cry. You feel a quivering pulse deep inside and then he drags his finger again, your own fingers twisting viciously in the bed sheet. He does it again, and again, moving a little faster, swirling slightly before dragging up and down in agonising strokes. You can't breathe, fire is everywhere, in your veins, behind your tightly shut eyelids, fluttering flames shooting through your blood to gather right there where his finger is administering delicious torture.
His hot, wet mouth claimed a nipple, sucking softly as his finger slid up, down, round, and up again. You could feel the wetness seeping from you, his finger spreading it upwards and around that gathering ball of fire. A long deep moan left your throat. This was a million times more intense than the time you had pleasured yourself. Nothing could compare to this you were certain. You opened your eyes and looked down, shocked to see how your hips at lifted from the bed, your feet planted firmly into the mattress. You stared, hypnotised at the way his hand moved between your thighs, the way your hips rolled to meet him as he pleasured.
Garreth was watching your face, the redness in your cheeks and the sounds coming from your mouth making his cock ache painfully. He slid his finger down and this time he pushed it deep into your folds, the wetness and tightness there sucking him inwards greedily. He fucked you with his finger, inserting a second when you moaned eagerly at the sensation.
You were writhing now, your hands above your head grabbing at the pillows there as he worked. The pressure was immense and then suddenly something snapped and that building fire exploded, crashing outwards in a pulsing, throbbing wave that made you cry out, his name spilling from your lips in adoration.
He was staring in disbelief at what he had done to you, the sound of your release echoing in his ears, a sound he would cherish forever. He had nearly lost his own load all over your thigh at the sight of you clenching around his fingers like that.
You lay there, panting, stunned, your inner walls still pulsing with heat. "I...I..fuck."
He held you close, a soft kiss pressed to your jaw, your neck. "Are you alright?"
You nodded. You touched his lips and he kissed the tips of your fingers. "Now you," you said.
"Thank Merlin," he sighed. A giggle burst from your mouth and he grinned.
He shifted between your legs again and you licked your lips. He used his hand on himself and you watched, moaning softly as he rubbed his fingers against your slick, your body twitching with the sensitivity. Then he rubbed the slick on himself, working himself until his breaths were ragged. He pushed your legs wide, opening you to him. You took a deep breath, feeling the nudge of him at your entrance.
You held his arm, felt the tremble as he supported his weight while he tried to be gentle with you. Inch by inch he slid inwards, a stinging sensation combined with a feeling of pressure measured the stretch of your walls as you accepted him. You had wondered how he would fit, but he did, your body accommodated that silky hardness, the sting easing as he sunk deeper into you. You held his waist, looking down to see the mingling of your hair with his. A tear slid from your eye as you realised it was the closest you had ever been to another person, and he had been so gentle. Even now, when his desire must have burned as hot as yours, he was holding back, ensuring it was not too much for you.
You cupped his face, his eyes meeting yours. "It feels so good," you whimpered. "You feel good."
It didn't sound adequate enough to describe the overwhelming burst of emotion in your chest and the pleasant full feeling of him deep within you like this.
His kiss was long and hard and you returned it, gasping as he began to slowly roll his hips, the thickness of him sliding against walls that were still shaking from the magic of his fingers. He fucked you slow, rolling his hips, keeping himself buried fairly deep and you rolled up to meet him. Your breaths were ragged and you heard sweet moans from his lips. You stroked his skin, delighting in the ripple of his back muscles, the tautness in his shoulders as he held position above you.
The desire on his face hit you just as hard as his thrusts, it was a personal expression of his need and you were happy to meet it. When his pace quickened you reached out to grip the bed sheet again, his thrusts got harder and his skin slapped against yours, his thrusts dragged further out before slamming home again and you cried out as he seemed to brush against a spot inside of you that burned deliciously. His hand gripped your hip, fingers digging in but you bit your lip, watching through lidded eyes as he fucked. Then he seemed to gutter out, a deep groan coming from him as he bucked against you and then you could feel his thickness pulsing, hot release spilling out to fill you.
He gasped and fell to the side pulling you with him, you clung to him, a small cry of surprise leaving you as you felt him slip from your folds, hot release spilling onto your thigh and the bed covers. "Wow," he puffed. "That was fucking brilliant!"
"I'm glad you think so," you giggled. "Definitely worth sneaking out for."
You felt the emptiness inside with him now gone from you and you snuggled closer to him, his arms holding you and he stroked fingers through your rumpled hair. There was a pleasant burn between your thighs that meant you truly were a woman now. You had known the love of a man, this man, that meant the world to you and more.
It was the first time, but most definitely not the last, not by a long shot. Now that you knew how it could feel, you're hunger had expanded somewhat. A wicked thought stole into your thoughts as you snuggled up against him, thoughts about how that silky hardness might feel against your lips and tongue. You couldn't wait to find out.
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