“More of me…” Cecilia chuckled, moaning happily at the way his warm tongue made the direct connection between her nipple and her clit very obvious to her. “Oh, love, oh, Charlie love, I’m all yours,” her heart pounded at the thought that she had what Charlie wanted, and that he wanted more of it. “All of me and more,” she assured him in a needy breath, certain that if he ever stopped touching her she would die.
The few moments it took him to peel off his jeans, felt like an eternity. Cecilia yearned for him, her entire body felt deprived for not being against Charlie’s, but sweet Helga he was a sight to behold, a naked god for whom she would give and do anything to please. His lips left a trail of burning marks in their wake, making Cecilia, if possible, even more ready for him.
She gasped when he first pushed into her. As he filled her, inch by deliciously thick inch, every little piece of the puzzle that was her life began falling into place, starting all the way back when her parents had been killed and she had found solace in the plants in her grandparents’ garden. It had all led up to this, to her going to the Ark for the plants to meet Charlie Weasley. And best of all; Charlie felt it too! Cecilia nodded, agreeing with him. She was made for him. It was all so clear to her now.
He filled her so perfectly, so amazingly that each thrust made her moan with the pleasure that was building rapidly. “Hard,” she told him, gasping with the need for him. There was a hunger that needed satisfying now, then they could go slow and gentle afterwards. “Want it good for you. Oh, sweet Helga.” Closing her eyes tightly, she whimpered with pleasure when he hit the spot that made stars dance in front of her eyes. This wouldn’t take long, she knew that, but if she could just make it last long enough for him to find his pleasure too, then that was all that mattered to her.
Anxious to be closer to him, she reached up and pulled him down into a deep, passionate kiss.
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Date: 2013-02-24 07:59 am (UTC)The few moments it took him to peel off his jeans, felt like an eternity. Cecilia yearned for him, her entire body felt deprived for not being against Charlie’s, but sweet Helga he was a sight to behold, a naked god for whom she would give and do anything to please. His lips left a trail of burning marks in their wake, making Cecilia, if possible, even more ready for him.
She gasped when he first pushed into her. As he filled her, inch by deliciously thick inch, every little piece of the puzzle that was her life began falling into place, starting all the way back when her parents had been killed and she had found solace in the plants in her grandparents’ garden. It had all led up to this, to her going to the Ark for the plants to meet Charlie Weasley. And best of all; Charlie felt it too! Cecilia nodded, agreeing with him. She was made for him. It was all so clear to her now.
He filled her so perfectly, so amazingly that each thrust made her moan with the pleasure that was building rapidly. “Hard,” she told him, gasping with the need for him. There was a hunger that needed satisfying now, then they could go slow and gentle afterwards. “Want it good for you. Oh, sweet Helga.” Closing her eyes tightly, she whimpered with pleasure when he hit the spot that made stars dance in front of her eyes. This wouldn’t take long, she knew that, but if she could just make it last long enough for him to find his pleasure too, then that was all that mattered to her.
Anxious to be closer to him, she reached up and pulled him down into a deep, passionate kiss.