CHAPTER 7
Draco's lips were pressing tiny kisses all across her body.
The alcohol was still in her blood when Ginny's eyes opened, and she squeaked in surprise at the unexpected intrusion.
"Sh, sh," he whispered. "Let me love you."
How could she refuse him, gloriously pale and naked and hard? Carefully she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him to her so that she could feel his hot skin against her own. The first thing she noticed was the way her breasts pressed so temptingly into his chest. The second thing she noticed was his erection, nudging at her thighs.
"I want you so bad," he whispered, his lips tickling her ear, his hot breath making her weak with want. His mouth closed itself on her ears, gently sucking and nibbling. He moved gently to her neck as she gasped for more, and then to her lips, catching her in a sweet, soft kiss.
She arched her back, savoring the feeling of being so wonderfully crushed beneath him, and being kissed by him.
Draco moved his mouth down her neck, to her collarbone, and then to her breasts, gently taking one in his mouth, his tongue skimming across her receptive skin and nipples. He reached for her hand and held it in his own, guiding her to run her fingers across her other breast, and give slight tugs on her nipple.
Ginny moaned and arched beneath him, not above begging him for more. "Please," she whispered. "Please." She wasn't quite sure what she was asking for, but positive that if he stopped she would die.
His perfect hands were sliding between her legs, one finger gently rubbing against her clit, while the fingers on his other hand slipped inside of her.
"Draco," she gasped, lifting her hips to force him deeper inside.
He brought his mouth to her breasts again, sucking on one nipple and then the other. She couldn't help but admire his body, long and slim, as he pressed against her. She loved the way his chest was so well defined and his flat stomach and smooth skin, and the way his hipbones protruded just so. And she definitely didn't miss his cock, standing erect and pressing against her hip.
She pulled his face to hers, wanting to taste him, taste his lips. She could devour him, she was sure. As they kissed, she drew them to their knees, and kissed her way to his neck, and down his stomach, until she was laying flat again, her face buried between his legs.
Ginny started at the base of his shaft, pulling her tongue from bottom to top, and enjoyed knowing he was admiring the view as he let out a soft moan. Without warning, she engulfed the tip of his cock on her mouth, licking and sucking, while Draco gasped. She slid down, taking him all the way, sucking him until her lips reached the very base, and she could taste the odd saltiness of his pre-come.
"Gin, Gin," he moaned, his fingers in her hair, guiding her, and trying to resist the temptation to simply fuck her mouth until he came.
She released him after several moments and slid back up his body, allowing his cock to run through her sex, just enough to tease her clit. She placed her hand firmly on his chest and gently pushed him until he was on his back again, and then she lowered herself onto him. She panted as he slid inside of her, filling her completely. Slowly, she began to rock back and forth, grinding her clit against his pelvic bone.
Draco took hold of her hips and guided her into a smooth rhythm, groaning as she slid along his shaft.
Ginny reached up and cupped her own breasts, moaning as she twisted her nipples between her fingers. Only a few more moments, and Ginny could feel heat gathering inside of her, directly connecting her sex to her breasts.
Draco must have noticed as well, because his grip on her hips increased and he lifted his pelvis to meet hers.
Her breath caught in her throat and she buried her face in his neck, letting the waves of her orgasm sweep through her, causing her to tighten around Draco's shaft, until she was panting limply against Draco. Gently he pulled her face to his and kissed her, slow and sweet. She would have been content to lay there against him and fall asleep, but carefully he eased her off of him.
"Now me," he whispered, reaching down and running his finger along her clit, making her moan and shudder.
He placed his hands on her hips and gently pulled her to her knees.
"Lay here for me," he instructed. "Let me look at you."
She couldn't have protested even if she'd wanted to. She was still panting from the tremors of her orgasm, her hair a mess and her skin flushed and moist, but she didn't care. Draco's long, beautiful fingers had dipped inside of her, curling up towards her stomach, and lazily stroking the most sensitive spot in her body.
She nearly screamed his name then, and if she could have spoken, she probably would have.
"Come for me, Ginny," he whispered as his mouth ran across her stomach and thighs. "Be my good little girl and come for me again."
She wasn't the most experienced when it came to sex, but she'd never had more that one orgasm at a time, and sometimes even getting an orgasm was challenging, but Draco's fingers were working magic.
He lowered his head and this time his lips encircled his clit, sending Ginny once again over the edge. She couldn't stop her body from trembling, and couldn't let go of the handfuls of hair she had clenched between her fingers. Before she was even through, while her body was still trembling, she felt Draco remove his fingers, and would have mourned the loss if she hadn't been mid-orgasm, and if he hadn't immediately lowered himself between her legs. She was so slick and wet, he slammed himself into her with bone jarring force, and all she could do was hang on.
He pumped himself in and out of her furiously, and then hoisted one of her legs over his shoulder.
Ginny never knew sex could be so good. There had only been one other person before now, and with him, once she figured out how to reach a climax, it had always only been about getting off. Now she understood when girls giggled about have sex for hours and hours. If Draco stayed here inside of her until she died, that was perfectly fine by her.
"Feel . . . so good," he moaned into her ear.
"Harder," she begged. "Please."
His hips move faster, until he was as far inside of her as he could ever be.
She heard his breath hitch, and his movements become more frantic, and she felt his warmth inside of her as he came, collapsing onto her, his hair stuck down with sweat, and Ginny had never been more content as she was right then, lazily stroking his damp back and not wanting him to detach himself from her.
She woke from the dream with a start. The alcohol was still inside her blood, and for a moment, she couldn't remember where she was.
Draco's house, she remembered suddenly. The Chinese Wedding bed! She scrambled quickly from the bed, every intention of returning to her own room, afraid of the dreams the bed had given her when she realized two things. Her inner thighs were wet with her own arousal, and Draco was sitting in a chair, half shielded in the dark and staring at her.
"What are you doing?" she hissed.
"Watching your dream," he answered, his voice low.
Watching my dream? Or watching me dream? Ginny had even intention of storming past him and getting in her own bed, in an attempt to preserve one last shred of dignity. It wasn't working so well to begin with, as she was stark naked and still panting and wet, but it fell to pieces when Draco stood to his feet and grabbed her arm.
"You are a guest in my home," he growled fiercely. "And you will treat it with respect."
For a moment she was lost, and then she remembered her bedroom. "Sorry," she answered stiffly. "I'll make sure it doesn't happen again."
"Damn right you will." He yanked her arm so that he could see her forearm. Despite the lack of light, the long, narrow scab was clearly visible. "Is this what you do when you don't get your way?"
She tried to pull her arm away, tried to escape his grasp, but only succeeded in making him tighten his grip. And she didn't fail to notice the way he was pressing into her, so similar to the way he had in her dream. "I'm sorry. I was . . . upset."
She didn't like the small smile that crept across his face. "Funny how things change, isn't it?"
"Please let go. It's hurting-"
"Accio clothes!" he snapped, dropping her arm.
Ginny's clothes came flying to him and he gathered them in his arms. "We'll see how well you do in here. You need to learn to control your temper." He smiled coldly again. "I enjoyed your dream. You were a good little girl, weren't you?"
With that, he shut the door behind him. Ginny stood still for a moment before striding across the room and trying the door. It was locked. He had really gone, taken her clothes, and locked her in the room. She stared at the room in disbelief, unsure of what to do. She wasn't about to get back in the bed, not if Draco could see the dreams that possessed her there. But it didn't matter. She wasn't going to give into him.
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