the_debt_of_time

whimpering moan escaped her throat as she looked down at the way his pyjama pants hung
low on his hips; the line of muscle that disappeared beneath the fabric looked like it was
begging to be licked.
Sirius grinned down at her. "See something you like?"
To answer his question, she tugged her hands around his neck, pulling him back
down in a kiss, crying out when she felt his hands finally press past the open fabric of her
nightdress.
His fingers gently feathered over the soft skin of her breasts until he had one palmed
perfectly in his hand, the pad of his thumb brushing slowly, but repeatedly, over the rosy
peak. When his hands left her skin, she whined at the lack of touch but was well
compensated when he tore his lips from hers to crawl down her body, pulling a nipple into
his mouth. He tongued the pebbled flesh, grinning against her when she made noises,
feverish and unbridled, her hips bucking against him as her hands twisted in the red sheets
that covered his bed.
"Sirius... please.. ."
He released her nipple from his mouth with a wet pop. "Patience, kitten. I need to
memorise every exquisite moment of this."
Mia growled. "Sirius, I need you inside of me, right now!"
He closed his eyes, looking like he was fighting to focus, but she felt his cock twitch
at her words and at the way she continued to roll her hips against him. He opened his eyes
and looked down at her.
"What are you thinking of?" she asked him with a grin.
"For the love of Merlin," he said on a ragged breath, firmly gripping her hips and
stilling her movements. "You need to stop." He was not proud of many aspects of his less
than proper reputation, but one thing he did pride himself on was the fact that he had
always been able to satisfy a witch before he ever lost control of himself. Mia was testing
his resolve in the worst—and best—ways possible.
He took in slow, deep breaths to calm himself, but was unable to concentrate as he
felt Mia's knees bending around him. Her toes tucked into the waist of his bottoms, and
she was tugging them down. He glanced at her and almost glared at the smug, victorious
look on her face. She was pushing him, trying to dominate the situation, and he would have
none of it.