She was soaked under his fingers, so
warm and wet Salazar swore he could see the steam pouring in waves off her damp
flesh. She trembled under his hands.
�Salazar.� He looked up to her
smiling eyes as she gathered up the hem of her thin gown, wringing out the
sodden hem as she moved her arms from under his hand. �You�re staring at me.� It
was pleasant, the excited wary look on her face as she allowed him to back her
against the wall.
�I�m staring, because there is so
much loveliness to be seen.� The way her breath caught, moving her breasts
sharply under the thin clinging gown. The way her hips lay almost exposed to his
gaze, full and solid, attatched to an arse that positively begged for a light
tap at first, just enough to color it the same flushing pink of her face. �I�m
staring because there will never be another man who will see you like this,
fresh from a rainstorm, your clothing showing more than it hides.� Her head
rolled back, long slender throat exposed. �No one else will ever know the taste
of rainwater licked from your lips or the little gasping purr you make when I
suckle at your breasts like so.� She shuddered as the wet dress was slipped down
her shoulders, pooling at her waist. Her hands were small cradling his head to
her flesh, but strong. He shivered as her nails scraped his scalp. No woman was
as sweet, as pliant, as willing to lose herself in his arms as his Helga.
Salazar smiled as she directed him with whimpers and tugs from one breast to the
next.
Her nipples were drawn up erect from
tongue and teeth, small and tight and so very sensitive. He drank in her groan
as his teeth grazed one lightly, nipping at the underside of her breast, licking
a hot path down her sternum and ringing her navel. The dress slid down her hips
with the slightest of tugs.
�Salazar��
Her thighs were pale and trembled,
clad only in a pair of thin woolen stockings; her shift with her gown around her
feet. Do you know you taste of rainwater all over? Rainwater off the breeze of
the seas. With a whimper Helga allowed him to wrap her left leg across his
shoulder. Salazar slid his hands behind her rounded ass, angling her hips
forward as he stared up the line of her soft body into shifting hazel
eyes.
�Watch me Helga. Watch me make you
feel better than anyone ever has. Watch me and tell me how it
feels.�
She wailed softly, low in her throat
as his tongue slipped past her outer lips, flicking softly against the swollen
flesh hidden just inside. She bucked against his lips as he chuckled when her
hands flew to tangle themselves in his hair, holding him firmly between her
thighs.
As if wild thestrals could drag him
away when she was making those high little whimpering noises and holding her
lush lower lip between her teeth, eyes rolled up to stare at the stone
ceiling.
�Helga. Look at me Helga.� He lapped softly at
her until her startled eyes met his own. With a wicked look, his mouth sealed
shut around the hard nub of flesh, sucking hard and flicking his tongue across
the tip in rapid sucession.
She came undone in his arms calling
his name. Carefully he switched his grip on her body, easing her to the cold
stone floor astride his legs. She rested her hands on his chest, seeking her
balance as he thrust against her, his spine arching as her wetness spread with
his across the front of his trousers. He slumped back to the floor, her body a
warm damp weight against his own.
�Salazar, you didn�t�� Her flush was
bright across her neck and chest. �I would�� He smiled as she shivered when he
captured her fingers, bringing them to his lips and nipping at the tips of
them.
�You made your case quite plainly
Miss Hufflepuff. You chose to come to our wedding bed a maiden. To take
advantage of your pliancy now would be the height of ungentlemanly behavior.�
His smile was lazy and satisfied. �And although reducing you to a quivering mass
as you scream for me and then coming in my pants like an eager lad may be
pushing the limits of courtly behavior, rules are made to be bent.� Gently he
untangled his limbs from hers, reaching into the pocket of his discarded robes
for his wand.
�Scourgify.� The
cold cleansing breeze made them both gasp and he stood up, brushing down his
clean and dry trousers. �Get dressed my dear. The staff meeting is soon, and
Godric would have my hide if he knew what we had done in his brand new
office.�
