

His hips bucked involuntarily against her in response to the playful squeeze. “Seems you’ve a good handle on it, nevertheless,” he whispered these words against her lips, his mouth moving more fully over hers once his little quip was spoken.
Her moan was low and sultry. “Draco,” his name was uttered upon an exhale. Her chest heaved slightly, teasingly, and her lips curved into a ghost of her previous smirk. “Didn’t you know I’m not the brightest witch of our age for nothing?”
She began to smooth her hand over the burgeoning hardness, her palm sliding over him. “I pick up things…” she leaned towards him, a tongue sliding over the shell of his ears. “Fast.”
(via theoneandonly-draco-malfoy)
moan was low and sultry. “Draco,”...name was uttered upon an exhale. Her chest heaved...
His hips bucked involuntarily against her in response to the playful squeeze. “Seems you’ve a good handle on it,...
I’m gonna burn in hell o.o