Summer Born (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} summerborn) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} pervy_werewolf,@ 2010-05-03 23:54:00 |
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TITLE: Roses in December (3 of 31)
AUTHOR:
summerborn RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Remus/Katie Bell
KINK: Bondage
CHALLENGE: Lusty Month of May 2010
AUTHOR NOTES: The story takes place post-war, and is canon compliant through HBP. You may wish to start at Part One.
WORD COUNT THIS EPISODE: 527
Katie slid slowly forward until she was kneeling on the bed, her hands on either sides of Remus' chest, her knees chastely together on one side of him. He watched as she lowered her head to his chest and flicked her tongue out, tasting at first and then letting her tongue drag across his nipple in a steady swipe.
He moaned a bit, making hungry noises low in his throat as he watched her. She smiled at his reaction, then reached her hand up to his mouth, resting a finger on his lips. He nipped at it, and she pulled it back with an admonishing look. Well, if he wasn't supposed to do anything, he would just have to lay back and enjoy it... he could certainly enjoy the view while he was here – the way Katie was leaning onto her elbows brought her breasts constantly brushing up against his skin as she moved, making them bob and jiggle.
He'd always been a breast man, he decided.
Katie let her hand trail down his chest, slowing its passage down his stomach, but he could tell she was determined to take the next step forward. Clearly she was not entirely comfortable with him, but he didn't expect her to be – and besides, that seemed to be part of the excitement for her, as well.
"Please," he whispered, again letting his voice, his face show how much he wanted her. "Please, touch me."
She moved suddenly, straddling his legs with her own, sitting back with her buttocks firmly on his thighs, and then she was taking his hard length firmly in her hand, all at once as if not to lose her nerve.
Remus made a satisfied sort of mmm, tugging his hands at the silken bonds that tied them to the wall. If he had his way, he would be sliding his hands along her thighs right now, helping to shift her hips into just that right spot... but as it was, Katie had to be responsible for that. He wondered again if being in charge like this was something she'd never been able to do with Fred, or just not as much as she wanted to.
"Remus," Katie murmured. She was stroking him with slow, steady pumps, squeezing his cock just as she squeezed her thighs around his. He glanced down, taking in the sight of her hand wrapped around him, and past that the pale tufts of hair where her legs met. She kept herself trimmed, he noted – for herself, or at someone's request?
She moved quickly again, lifting her hips as she put one hand on the bed, and with the other guided him towards her wetness. She gave him two quick, hard swipes against the dripping outer folds before plunging him deep inside, thrusting her hips forward and down onto him. He gasped with the suddenness of it, pulled harder at his bonds, but they were still glowing faintly, holding him tight. In frustration he tilted his hips from side to side, the age-old urge to drive deeper at conflict with his inability to gain any leverage from which to thrust.
Continued in Part Four.