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good, he would swipe his thumb against her swollen clit and grin when she whimpered and
lost focus.
Regaining control of her movements, Mia smiled as she leant down to run her
tongue along her inked name, permanently etched into the skin of his chest. She shivered
at the rumble she felt over her actions, knowing that it was a promise of reciprocity. Never
before had she been so delighted over the location she had chosen to tattoo Sirius's name
on her own body, knowing his tongue would pay it ample attention later.
"You're dragging this out on purpose," Sirius groaned as she circled her hips slowly
once more, grinning when he took hold of her waist. He lifted her with ease and brought
her back down onto his rigid length hard enough to make both of them moan at the new
angle. "Stop teasing me, kitten."
Pressing his forehead between her breasts, he plucked a tightened nipple between
his thumb and finger, causing her to let out a soft cry and clench tightly around him.
"You know, just because you're on top doesn't mean you're in control." He ran his
open mouth against her wet skin, breathing heavy against her flesh. "I think you like it too
much when I tell you what to do, isn't that right, kitten?"
She moaned in response, pushing herself up and down his length with strained
focus. The quickening pace caused the water to slosh around the edge of the tub. It
certainly was not the first time they nearly had flooded the room, and they had only been
living in the flat for less than a week.
"I asked you a question, Mia," Sirius said in a gravelly voice as he thrust up into her,
hard and deep.
Gasping, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him flush up against her
body as she rode him.
"You like it when I tell you what to do, don't you?" he repeated his words and then
his movements, driving up into her heat.
"Yes!" Mia keened in pleasure. "Sirius... Sirius, please.. ." The morning had
turned around on her. Hadn't she just been in charge a few minutes ago? She whimpered at
the tight grip he had on her hips that prevented her from seeking the deep friction she
craved.
"Please what, kitten?"
"Harder."