His neck was starting to hurt because of the angle. Straddling her body instead, looming over her, he licked and sucked the cream off that tasty, quivering skin of hers. When he looked up, he threw her a seductive smirk. "Yum," he said in a deep rumble and made a show of licking his lips again.
For her part, Pansy was trying not to look affected, but a blush was staining both cheeks and up her throat now, and her dark eyes were a little too wide. Her breathing had also picked up some. He thought, looking down on her, that she was rather lovely this way. Pushing her boundaries was definitely turning out to be a lot more enjoyable than he'd expected.
Smearing cream across her collar, breastbone and throat, he slowly laved and suckled his way up her skin. She turned her head when he got too close to her lips. "Thanks," he cheerfully offered. "Better access."
Closing her eyes, Parkinson was clearly trying to pretend that this whole humiliating thing was just going to go away. Oh, no, you little snake, he thought, I plan to lick strawberry off your 'strawberry creams'... and there's still your card to do after this. We're not done by a long-shot, baby doll.
He daubed more over her pulse point and nibbled, and finally got a reaction worth remembering: she gasped, and then bit her lip, squeezing her eyes shut.
"Feel good?" he whispered in her ear with a sinful snicker.
"Hardly. I'm trying not to vomit all over myself," she snapped back, her tone bitter.
"Hmmm… really?" he asked, licking again,
"because you taste kicking delicious to me."
She growled again.
Merlin, that was a cute sound!
"Pervert!" she snarled. Ron chuckled, smearing cream over her cheek and jaw, sucking and licking his way closer to her mouth. She tried very hard to refuse him, but this was his card, and he wasn't going to let her deny him anything he wanted. Cupping her jaw and turning her head, he had to remind her again that she had to submit or forfeit – which earned him the blackest, most hateful look he'd ever received.
"If you dare put your mouth over mine–" she began, but he cut her off by covering her lips with sugary goodness. Staring her in the eye, he leaned in for the kill. Parkinson actually whimpered, her expression changing from one of hatred to fear in an instant. "Don't!"
"You're going to suck my cock in less than fifteen minutes and you're worried about a kiss?" he asked, a bit incredulous. It was only a kiss. What was the big deal? Her face flushed, turned white, and then the anger was back. "I hate you, Ronald Weasley," she spat.
Licking his lips, he grinned. "Back at you, Parkinson," he mocked. "Not too novel a sentiment on your side, though. Heard it before – a million times, in fact. Can't come up with another way to say you loathe my guts, hmmm?"
He moved off then, not removing the cream from her mouth, scooting back down her body and pulling her bra down with a yank to both sides. She hissed in astonishment, and threw her hands over her exposed breasts to cover up. "Nuh-uh, baby doll. Anywhere I want to lick, I get to. Card says so," he cruelly reminded her, taking delight from her discomfort. "Since you're going down on me in a few, I figured it might be fun to sample you as well." Gently, he pried her hands off her chest and took a good, long look. Bloody hell, her tits were beautiful, too! Dark purple areolas, perfectly shaped, big nipples. They were breasts made for snacking.
He smeared cream all over them and dipped his head downwards. When his lips came into contact with a taut bud, he twined his tongue around it, bringing it to full prominence. Parkinson cried out, but stifled the pleasure-filled gasp with the back of her hand. She covered her mouth to keep her reactions as quiet as possible, trying to deny that what he was doing to her was actually enjoyable.
He licked, circled, and flicked her nipples one at a time, making them hard, excited points, and when that wasn't enough for him, he wrapped his lips around each one and sucked – hard. Beneath him, his partner shuddered, squirmed, and moaned with arousal. The sound shot straight into his pants, making his prick as solid as an iron bar and causing his bollocks to tighten with need. He reacted by suckling harder and gripping a nipple between his teeth, gently tugging on it as he pulled back.
Another series of deep moans were dragged from his partner's throat as he dipped to the other nipple for an instant replay, and her hands were suddenly gripping the sides of his thighs, her sharp, painted fingernails digging into him. Her back arched, thrusting her breasts forward, giving him permission to keep going.
Man, this was seriously turning him on! Like, to the point where he wanted to shag Parkinson until she got rug burns on that pretty arse of hers, not caring that they couldn't stand each other. It was time to take back a bit of control over the situation before he lost his mind and became the seduced, rather than the seducer.
Trailing cream up her throat, he followed the path with his tongue and lips. "Are you sure you don't want me to kiss you?" he teased as he hovered over the shell of her ear. "Or maybe… you want me to put my lips somewhere else?" His fingers trailed down her hip to the crease of her knickers as he sucked on her throat. "What do you think, Parkinson? Shall I make you come before you make me?"
"You're a Gryffindor," she accused him, her whole body shaking with fury and unwanted desire, her nails digging harder into his thighs. "You're not supposed to be this cruel."
He snickered. "I take that as a 'yes,' then."
With that, he slipped down her body, tonguing her as he went, careful to put cream in his path so he wouldn't violate the card's requirements. When he got to her knickers, he released the garters and slipped the whole set down her hips. Parkinson wasn't going to make it easy for him, though. She refused to lift her bum, so he had to pull her knicks down harder than he'd wanted, stripping them from her ankles after a bit of a wrestle, leaving her stockings and heels in place as he spread her thighs apart.
Merlin's balls, was there any place on Pansy Parkinson that wasn't physical perfection?
Dark, neatly trimmed curls were damp with her arousal, and she had a tiny beauty mole on her left front hip that just begged for kissing. He dragged the bowl of whipped delight closer to him and dipped his fingers in. Slowly and with a light touch, he brought them between her lower lips, separating the flesh, coating it with sugary goodness.
Slytherin's Queen cried out, and released him to bite the back of her hand again, but she made no other protest.
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