Massage - 1/1 - Adult - Bill/Fleur
Title: Massage (1/1)
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Bill hadn%u2019t been particularly keen on the idea of getting a massage, especially with the scented oils that Fleur had bought. Bill/Fleur.
A/N: Written for smut_69 prompt #9: massage.
Word Count: 573.
The oil is slick on her hands. As she moves her hands over his skin, Fleur gives a sigh of contentment. His back is firm beneath her touch and she can feel his groan vibrate through him. Fleur drums her fingers on his skin, wondering how long it would take to count each and every one of his freckles.
Bill hadn’t been particularly keen on the idea of getting a massage, especially with the scented oils that Fleur had bought. Now, though, he’s practically purring beneath her and Fleur has a feeling that he’s changed his mind.
An oil-covered finger traces down a silvery scar on his back and she forces herself not to think about how he got it. She should be enjoying this as much as he apparently is. Her hands slip easily up to his shoulders, massaging away the tension that she finds there. She instinctually knows where he needs her touch.
“Lower,” Bill grinds out and Fleur nods, even though he can’t see her. She shifts position, straddling his legs and kneeling on the bed. Licking her lips, Fleur moves her hands lower, concentrating her attention on his lower back. Bill groans again and Fleur closes her eyes, wondering if Bill finds this as a arousing as she does.
Every groan sends a shiver through her, all building up to this delicious tension that she knows is going to have to snap eventually.
Bill starts to rock beneath her, grinding into the mattress. Fleur bites her lip, her nails scraping down his back to give just an edge of pain.
She knows that Bill can’t take it anymore when he growls and twists onto his back, Fleur having to move quickly to accommodate him. “Fuck me,” he says gruffly, her oil-covered hands running down his chest. Fleur nods with a slight whimper, shifting her position. For a fleeting moment, her fingers wrap around Bill’s hard cock and he bucks his hips in impatience.
Hands bracing herself on his chest, Fleur sinks down onto him, rocking her hips and feeling so full that she nearly can’t take it. She wants to be in control, but Bill takes that decision out of her hands and flips her over, her back flat on the mattress. He thrusts into her, hard enough to make her cry out and make the headboard rattle against the wall.
His body is slick against hers as he moves, burying himself as deep as he can into her cunt. Fleur squeezes herself around him, feeling light-headed and curling a leg around his back. Her heel presses into the small of his back and Bill grunts as he comes.
Fleur whines, not wanting it to end yet. She let out a guttural moan as he snakes his hand between their bodies, oil on his hand and two fingers seeking out her clit. “Bill.”
He murmurs her name and her hips thrust up, desperately needing to find release. “That’s it,” Bill says in a growl, “come for me. Want to feel you clenching around my cock. Want to see your face when you lose it.”
Fleur loses it. She comes with a whine of his name, her back arching and Bill nuzzling her neck. “I think you’ve won me round to this massage thing,” he murmurs.
Fleur smiles languidly; she hasn’t got enough energy to laugh. “Good. Because I theenk zat we may ‘ave to make zis a regular activity.”
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Bill hadn%u2019t been particularly keen on the idea of getting a massage, especially with the scented oils that Fleur had bought. Bill/Fleur.
A/N: Written for smut_69 prompt #9: massage.
Word Count: 573.
The oil is slick on her hands. As she moves her hands over his skin, Fleur gives a sigh of contentment. His back is firm beneath her touch and she can feel his groan vibrate through him. Fleur drums her fingers on his skin, wondering how long it would take to count each and every one of his freckles.
Bill hadn’t been particularly keen on the idea of getting a massage, especially with the scented oils that Fleur had bought. Now, though, he’s practically purring beneath her and Fleur has a feeling that he’s changed his mind.
An oil-covered finger traces down a silvery scar on his back and she forces herself not to think about how he got it. She should be enjoying this as much as he apparently is. Her hands slip easily up to his shoulders, massaging away the tension that she finds there. She instinctually knows where he needs her touch.
“Lower,” Bill grinds out and Fleur nods, even though he can’t see her. She shifts position, straddling his legs and kneeling on the bed. Licking her lips, Fleur moves her hands lower, concentrating her attention on his lower back. Bill groans again and Fleur closes her eyes, wondering if Bill finds this as a arousing as she does.
Every groan sends a shiver through her, all building up to this delicious tension that she knows is going to have to snap eventually.
Bill starts to rock beneath her, grinding into the mattress. Fleur bites her lip, her nails scraping down his back to give just an edge of pain.
She knows that Bill can’t take it anymore when he growls and twists onto his back, Fleur having to move quickly to accommodate him. “Fuck me,” he says gruffly, her oil-covered hands running down his chest. Fleur nods with a slight whimper, shifting her position. For a fleeting moment, her fingers wrap around Bill’s hard cock and he bucks his hips in impatience.
Hands bracing herself on his chest, Fleur sinks down onto him, rocking her hips and feeling so full that she nearly can’t take it. She wants to be in control, but Bill takes that decision out of her hands and flips her over, her back flat on the mattress. He thrusts into her, hard enough to make her cry out and make the headboard rattle against the wall.
His body is slick against hers as he moves, burying himself as deep as he can into her cunt. Fleur squeezes herself around him, feeling light-headed and curling a leg around his back. Her heel presses into the small of his back and Bill grunts as he comes.
Fleur whines, not wanting it to end yet. She let out a guttural moan as he snakes his hand between their bodies, oil on his hand and two fingers seeking out her clit. “Bill.”
He murmurs her name and her hips thrust up, desperately needing to find release. “That’s it,” Bill says in a growl, “come for me. Want to feel you clenching around my cock. Want to see your face when you lose it.”
Fleur loses it. She comes with a whine of his name, her back arching and Bill nuzzling her neck. “I think you’ve won me round to this massage thing,” he murmurs.
Fleur smiles languidly; she hasn’t got enough energy to laugh. “Good. Because I theenk zat we may ‘ave to make zis a regular activity.”