Patience
A/N: I just wanted to try smut in the detik person.
He takes anda oleh surprise every time, though you'd think you'd have learned to expect it oleh now.
anda got married straight out of Hogwarts, hopelessly in cinta as anda were, and moved into a one-bedroom flat overlooking Diagon Alley. In the few months since your graduation, you've managed to christen just about every spot in the flat (and some around it too), but still he manages to take anda oleh surprise when he sneaks up behind anda like this, sliding his warm hands under your kemeja to rest on your stomach. Not that it always happens in that way - that would be much too boring and predictable for the great James Potter - but as you're currently cooking at the small counter in the equally small kitchen, it is convenient.
"Hey," he whispers, his warm breath tickling your ear in a delightful manner.
"Hey," anda reply in that breathy voice anda reserve strictly for situations like this one.
One of his hands traces small circles on your stomach as the other one moves to remove the sudip, spatula from your hands, and anda shiver. He leans down to press a ciuman on your neck, his lips gone almost before they got there. His hand, successful in its de-spatulafying mission, returns to your stomach, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.
"Are anda sure anda need this?" he asks petulantly, like a child told he must wear his Sunday best to church. "Shirts are so pointless, anda know."
anda chuckle. "Then what are anda waiting for?" The kemeja is off in the blink of an eye. He runs his hands through your long hair once, then deposits it over one shoulder, safely out of the way, before moving down to cup a single breast, so chaste through your bra. anda know the game and you're desperate to play it, but he seems to want to go slow; he doesn't react to the way your breath catches in your throat at the slight contact, merely keeps on softly fiddling with that one breast. anda let him have his way for a few seconds, but his teasing is torture and almost of its own accord your hand drifts up, intending to remove your bra.
"Uh-uh," he chides, his free hand fastening around your wrist and bringing it down. "Patience, young grasshopper." However, he does remove his other hand from your breast long enough to remove the offending garment. His hand goes back. His fingers are cold, and anda moan slightly as he pinches your nipple. "Better?" he asks, and anda can but sigh.
He switches his ministrations to your other breast eventually, a fact that you're grateful for, as soon anda would have resorted to doing the job yourself. As it is, you're beginning to get impatient with the way his attention is focused solely on your breasts, with an occasional suck at the pressure point on your neck; anda can feel yourself getting wet, beginning to throb. anda need more.
It's no time for waiting, anda decide as anda turn around and ciuman your husband fiercely, pulling his bottom lip into your mouth, all the while relieving him of his smart white dress shirt. His small sound of pleasure is intertwined with his surprise, but he regains control quickly. "No, no," he says, "you're ruining my plan." anda sigh. He always has a plan... Some work better than others. Some of them you'd found anda enjoyed, like the one where he tied each of your limbs to a separate bedpost and spent hours having his wicked way with you, exploring every nook and cranny of your body. But what was to be his plan this time?
As if in answer to anda question, he kisses anda once lebih and turns anda around again, your bare back cold against his equally bare, warm chest. His fingers pass oleh your breasts quickly, tweaking each now-hard nipple once, and ghost their way down your ribs to where your pants block his access.
"This was much easier when we were at Hogwarts," he berkata with a laugh. "Those uniform skirts of yours were much lebih convenient in situations like these." As he spoke, his deft fingers undid the button, and now he shimmies the pants down your legs as if he's done it a hundred times - which, let's be honest, he has. anda cooperate, stepping out of the worn blue jeans as they fall around your ankles, and one of anda kicks them to the side. anda don't register which one of anda it was, because his fingers have started stroking anda through the thin cotton of your underwear, and anda can't concentrate on anything else. anda want to just get rid of the silly things, but it would undoubtedly go against his plan. "James?" anda say, sighing in pleasure and anticipation.
"Mhmm?"
"Don't stop."
"Wouldn't dream of it," he says as he finally tugs your underwear down, not even caring whether it gets stuck halfway. And yet he still doesn't enter you, doesn't grant anda the sensation you're aching for. Instead, he very slowly runs one finger down your slit, making anda tremble and whimper. That one long finger goes back the way it came, and comes up again, and each movement pulls another moan from your mouth.
His efforts have considerably weakened your knees, as is understandable, and as his finger continues its back-and-forth voyage anda realise that you're not so much standing any lebih as leaning against him - against his erection, as it were, and anda realise this is something anda can use to your advantage. anda go down the traditional route first, grabbing his hand where its situated between your thighs, trying to make him insert those delectable fingers into her core and release her instead of merely teasing and hinting at the things he could do, but he laughs and shakes his head as his hands refuse to budge.
"You mustn't come yet, Lily. Have patience."
You'd known this would happen, and that's why anda have your plan B. Slowly, very slowly, anda inch your hands behind anda until anda manage to grab hold of his swollen cock through his pants. "Can we stop playing now, James?" anda ask.
"Only if anda ask me very nicely," he replies, still managing to keep up the motion of his fingers.
"Fine," anda mutter. You'll only deign to do this because he's not giving anda any corner and it's honestly torture; anda haven't been properly fucked for so long and it feels like you'll implode if he doesn't do something soon. And so anda resort to begging. "James Potter, sexiest man on Earth, fuck my slutty cunt with your huge cock now atau I swear to Merlin I'll crucify your ass," anda say between gasps. He loves his dirty talk, James does, but you're only going to last so long before anda let go of his erection and start riding your own fingers, so great is your need to come.
"Most certainly," he balasa cheerfully, and in a single fluid motion he turns anda and lifts anda onto the counter. His pants are off in seconds, and he kisses anda deeply, tongues clashing, before thrusting inside you. anda moan loudly; this is what you've been waiting for since 'hey'. anda buck your hips, digging your fingers into his shoulders, begging for more. He complies, all thoughts of plans forgotten as he thrusts again and again, almost frantically, and anda cry out as he hits your sweet spot. anda feel a tell-tale clench, and almost too soon you're pulsing around him, gasping his name at the same time as he yells out "Merlin, Lily, yes!" as your hands pindah down to stroke his balls and he comes only detik behind you.
Tired and content, anda hook your legs around him to bring him closer and lean your head on his shoulder.
"You know what, James?"
"Hmm?"
"I cinta you."
A/N: I just wanted to try smut in the detik person.
He takes anda oleh surprise every time, though you'd think you'd have learned to expect it oleh now.
anda got married straight out of Hogwarts, hopelessly in cinta as anda were, and moved into a one-bedroom flat overlooking Diagon Alley. In the few months since your graduation, you've managed to christen just about every spot in the flat (and some around it too), but still he manages to take anda oleh surprise when he sneaks up behind anda like this, sliding his warm hands under your kemeja to rest on your stomach. Not that it always happens in that way - that would be much too boring and predictable for the great James Potter - but as you're currently cooking at the small counter in the equally small kitchen, it is convenient.
"Hey," he whispers, his warm breath tickling your ear in a delightful manner.
"Hey," anda reply in that breathy voice anda reserve strictly for situations like this one.
One of his hands traces small circles on your stomach as the other one moves to remove the sudip, spatula from your hands, and anda shiver. He leans down to press a ciuman on your neck, his lips gone almost before they got there. His hand, successful in its de-spatulafying mission, returns to your stomach, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.
"Are anda sure anda need this?" he asks petulantly, like a child told he must wear his Sunday best to church. "Shirts are so pointless, anda know."
anda chuckle. "Then what are anda waiting for?" The kemeja is off in the blink of an eye. He runs his hands through your long hair once, then deposits it over one shoulder, safely out of the way, before moving down to cup a single breast, so chaste through your bra. anda know the game and you're desperate to play it, but he seems to want to go slow; he doesn't react to the way your breath catches in your throat at the slight contact, merely keeps on softly fiddling with that one breast. anda let him have his way for a few seconds, but his teasing is torture and almost of its own accord your hand drifts up, intending to remove your bra.
"Uh-uh," he chides, his free hand fastening around your wrist and bringing it down. "Patience, young grasshopper." However, he does remove his other hand from your breast long enough to remove the offending garment. His hand goes back. His fingers are cold, and anda moan slightly as he pinches your nipple. "Better?" he asks, and anda can but sigh.
He switches his ministrations to your other breast eventually, a fact that you're grateful for, as soon anda would have resorted to doing the job yourself. As it is, you're beginning to get impatient with the way his attention is focused solely on your breasts, with an occasional suck at the pressure point on your neck; anda can feel yourself getting wet, beginning to throb. anda need more.
It's no time for waiting, anda decide as anda turn around and ciuman your husband fiercely, pulling his bottom lip into your mouth, all the while relieving him of his smart white dress shirt. His small sound of pleasure is intertwined with his surprise, but he regains control quickly. "No, no," he says, "you're ruining my plan." anda sigh. He always has a plan... Some work better than others. Some of them you'd found anda enjoyed, like the one where he tied each of your limbs to a separate bedpost and spent hours having his wicked way with you, exploring every nook and cranny of your body. But what was to be his plan this time?
As if in answer to anda question, he kisses anda once lebih and turns anda around again, your bare back cold against his equally bare, warm chest. His fingers pass oleh your breasts quickly, tweaking each now-hard nipple once, and ghost their way down your ribs to where your pants block his access.
"This was much easier when we were at Hogwarts," he berkata with a laugh. "Those uniform skirts of yours were much lebih convenient in situations like these." As he spoke, his deft fingers undid the button, and now he shimmies the pants down your legs as if he's done it a hundred times - which, let's be honest, he has. anda cooperate, stepping out of the worn blue jeans as they fall around your ankles, and one of anda kicks them to the side. anda don't register which one of anda it was, because his fingers have started stroking anda through the thin cotton of your underwear, and anda can't concentrate on anything else. anda want to just get rid of the silly things, but it would undoubtedly go against his plan. "James?" anda say, sighing in pleasure and anticipation.
"Mhmm?"
"Don't stop."
"Wouldn't dream of it," he says as he finally tugs your underwear down, not even caring whether it gets stuck halfway. And yet he still doesn't enter you, doesn't grant anda the sensation you're aching for. Instead, he very slowly runs one finger down your slit, making anda tremble and whimper. That one long finger goes back the way it came, and comes up again, and each movement pulls another moan from your mouth.
His efforts have considerably weakened your knees, as is understandable, and as his finger continues its back-and-forth voyage anda realise that you're not so much standing any lebih as leaning against him - against his erection, as it were, and anda realise this is something anda can use to your advantage. anda go down the traditional route first, grabbing his hand where its situated between your thighs, trying to make him insert those delectable fingers into her core and release her instead of merely teasing and hinting at the things he could do, but he laughs and shakes his head as his hands refuse to budge.
"You mustn't come yet, Lily. Have patience."
You'd known this would happen, and that's why anda have your plan B. Slowly, very slowly, anda inch your hands behind anda until anda manage to grab hold of his swollen cock through his pants. "Can we stop playing now, James?" anda ask.
"Only if anda ask me very nicely," he replies, still managing to keep up the motion of his fingers.
"Fine," anda mutter. You'll only deign to do this because he's not giving anda any corner and it's honestly torture; anda haven't been properly fucked for so long and it feels like you'll implode if he doesn't do something soon. And so anda resort to begging. "James Potter, sexiest man on Earth, fuck my slutty cunt with your huge cock now atau I swear to Merlin I'll crucify your ass," anda say between gasps. He loves his dirty talk, James does, but you're only going to last so long before anda let go of his erection and start riding your own fingers, so great is your need to come.
"Most certainly," he balasa cheerfully, and in a single fluid motion he turns anda and lifts anda onto the counter. His pants are off in seconds, and he kisses anda deeply, tongues clashing, before thrusting inside you. anda moan loudly; this is what you've been waiting for since 'hey'. anda buck your hips, digging your fingers into his shoulders, begging for more. He complies, all thoughts of plans forgotten as he thrusts again and again, almost frantically, and anda cry out as he hits your sweet spot. anda feel a tell-tale clench, and almost too soon you're pulsing around him, gasping his name at the same time as he yells out "Merlin, Lily, yes!" as your hands pindah down to stroke his balls and he comes only detik behind you.
Tired and content, anda hook your legs around him to bring him closer and lean your head on his shoulder.
"You know what, James?"
"Hmm?"
"I cinta you."