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following it by pulling his white shirt over his head before finally tucking his fingers into
the band of red lace and sliding her knickers delicately over her thighs, down her calves,
and then tearing them away from her ankles before pocketing them in his jeans.
"You are not keeping those," Mia insisted when she caught sight of his attempt at
sleight of hand.
"It's my birthday," Sirius argued. "I get whatever I want. You should know this by
now."
He grinned and then leant forward, pulling his long hair back behind his shoulders,
securing it in a loose knot to keep it out of his face before placing an open-mouthed kiss
to her centre.
Mia's hips bucked at the sensation. "This is supposed to be your birthday. Doesn't
that mean you get the gifts?"
"I'm indulging in my favourite gift right now," Sirius insisted, parting her folds with
two fingers before darting his tongue out to taste his present. She let out a soft cry, and he
grinned in response before feasting on her with enthusiasm. Licking, sucking, nibbling on
her flesh as she chanted his name above him, moaning it in between encouragements of,
"Don't stop," "Please!" and "Oh yes!"
Sirius delighted in each and every sound she made as it went from his ears straight
down to his cock, which was currently pressed into the mattress, thrusting on occasion to
relieve some of the pressure. The noise she made when he slipped his tongue inside of her
caused his hardness to throb almost painfully, but he grinned through it, thanking Merlin
for the invention of birthdays. Wrapping his lips around her swollen clit, Sirius pushed two
fingers inside of her, stroking her just the way he knew she liked. Her body tightened like
a bowstring as he sucked, and licked, and stroked, beckoning her screams and climax out
of her with determination.
When she finally began to break, gasping and crying out, he remembered Remus's
words of advice on a relationship with Mia: "She comes first."
No mate, Sirius thought to himself smugly, she comes twice.