

Her hips moved in age-old invitation against his retracting hand, the moisture on her soft lips, located beneath her dress, kissed the back of his fingers, seeking more attention. Draco was more than happy to obliged. His fingertip traced the soft layers of her center from top to bottom, and back again. As he caressed her most intimately, his mouth found hers and his tongue invaded to foretell of what was yet to come.
There came another undulation from her hips and her eyelids fluttered shut at the feeling blossoming within her. She refused to make any noise however and bit down ardently upon her lower lip, determined not to make a sound.
When his lips crushed against hers, his tongue delving between hers without warning, she mewled gently, a sound rumbling from deep within her chest, its origins unknown. Lips moving against his own, her own tongue darting out to massage against his, her hands roamed over his broad shoulders, his study chest, down the hard planes of his abdomen and beneath his shirt.
(Source: waitingondhr, via theoneandonly-draco-malfoy)
There came another undulation from...eyelids fluttered shut at the feeling blossoming...
Her hips moved in age-old invitation against his retracting hand, the moisture on her soft lips, located beneath her...