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There was not a single bone in your body that didn’t hurt.
Most of your friends were used to you being the clumsy one by now. But crashing into a tree while your friends gracefully floated down from where the portkey had let you off just took the cake this time.
You’d be damned if you ever travelled via portkey again.
“You’re really sure you’re okay?” You turned around to the owner of the soft voice and smiled despite yourself, as you watched Neville lug your bags onto the broad hotel bed inside the room you were staying in for the night.
“You don’t have to ask me every ten seconds, darling. I’ll be fine.” Stepping closer to him, you ran your fingers through his dark hair, drawing a sigh from him before planting a tender kiss onto his perfect lips.
Your fingers linger on his chest for just a moment longer as you stepped beside him. Looking out of the huge panorama window you took in the nightly display of light and shadow that was Florence on New Year’s Eve. “Look at this view,” you whispered awestruck.
Neville came up to you, wrapping his muscular arms around your midst from behind. Him being quite a bit taller than you, he rested his chin on top of your head. He closed his eyes for a moment, relishing in the familiar coconut scent of your hair, before letting his gaze wander across the assortment of ancient buildings unfolding below them. His eyes settled on your reflection in the window.
“Beautiful. And Florence doesn’t look too bad either,” he murmured, a lopsided smirk forming on his face. You playfully smacked him before disentangling yourself from his embrace.
“Stop your sweet-talk, Neville Longbottom. The others will be waiting for us in the lobby and I still need to get myself ready.”
To accentuate your need to freshen up, you plucked a rogue leaf out of your hair.
“Don’t take too long, princess,” Neville muttered into your ear before letting you enter the bathroom with a smack on your ass.
If it was up to you, you would have happily stayed in the hot shower forever. The feeling of the steaming water melting away the pain in your body had been divine. Wrapped into a soft towel you ran your fingers over the ensemble you had picked for tonight.
Unfortunately, the sleeveless dress you had intended to wear to ring in the new year highlighted the ghastly bruise forming on your arm. This would not do.
You slipped into the brand-new lingerie you had secretly brought as a little surprise for your boy later that night, and shrugged on your silk dressing gown to hide it from view.
A knock on the door snapped you out of your thoughts. “Are you coming? We’re running late.”
“Just a moment, I need to grab a different dress.” You stepped out of the bathroom, quickly trying to sneak past Neville, who was waiting for you outside.
Neville was having none of it, though.
He grabbed your wrist, holding you in place. His gaze trailed your body, lingering at the exposed skin of your thighs, a glint of hunger glowing deep inside his eyes. Under his intense scrutiny, a familiar heat was beginning to rise inside your chest.
“Where exactly do you think you’re going looking like that?”
He pulled you back towards him, his arms encircling you again but not in the gentle way they had before. You felt his need as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, pinning you against the wall of your room.
His growing erection was palpable against your thighs. A small moan escaped you as his lips started grazing your collarbone. His hot body against yours and your bare skin exposed to the cold air of the dimly lit room sent a shiver down your spine.
His mouth found yours and engaged you in a passionate kiss. Biting his lower lip teasingly, you muttered “I thought you were impatient to get going.”
Neville pulled away from you, a mischievous smirk on his handsome face.
“That I am.”
Without further ado, he pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it away in a casual manner, before crashing his lips back to yours, more desperate this time.
His lips left your mouth, his tongue slowly tracing the line of your jaw, until he reached the sensitive spot on your collarbone. The scorching kisses he planted on it set you ablaze.
Your breathing getting heavier, you clutched at his broad shoulders.
“Our friends will be wondering where we are,” you whispered while closing your eyes, focusing on the tingle his lips left on your skin.
“Fuck our friends,” Neville growled, the deep rumble in his chest vibrating against your fingertips. “This is Italy. They appreciate to good things in life, I am told. Now shut up and come here.”
Giving up every feeble attempt to stop his roaming hands, you complied. You melted into his passionate kiss, willingly opening your mouth as his tongue traced your lips. The darting of your tongues around each other, getting more passionate by the minute, set your body aflame, every inch of your skin burning from the touch of the man before you.
He pulled you away from the wall he still had you pinned against and picked you up without even breaking the kiss. You wrapped your bare legs around him, allowing him to carry you over to the bed. You gasped involuntary as his hands gripped your ass tightly.
Throwing you down on the bed, Neville took a moment to drink in the sight of you, sprawled on the bed, nothing between him and your bare skin but a piece of fabric.
With a jerk of his hand he untied your robe. His hands were running over the smooth silk of your dark red bra, cupping your breasts for a moment. His eyes growing even hungrier, he grazed the pale skin of your stomach with his nails, before resting his fingertips on the top of your hip bones, his thumbs stroking the fabric of the matching red slip appreciatively.
“What’s this now, baby girl?” A wolfish grin formed on his lips. “I didn’t expect you to go all out for me today.”
You propped yourself up on your elbows and reached out to him, playfully running your hand along his rock-hard abs.
“It’s tradition, you know? In Italy they say, wearing red underwear on New Year’s Eve brings good luck,” you purr into his ear.
He leaned over you, forcing you to lie flat on your back, grazing the sensitive spot behind your earlobe with his lips. You shuddered at his touch.
“I only believe in what I see. And right know, I see my beautiful girl awfully needy to be fucked by me, isn’t that right?”
You arched your back in confirmation as his nimble fingers found your core, massaging your burning clit through the cool fabric of your slip.
A loud moan escaped your mouth as Neville set his mouth to the base of your neck, slowly trailing down to where his fingers were working away at you. He unhooked your red bra with skilled hands, discarding it carelessly, his tongue teasingly circling one of your nipples. The burning inside your stomach prompted your breathing to go heavier.
You opened your eyes for a moment to see Neville staring at your face, smugness flashing in his eyes.
“Do you like that, darling? Do you want me to give you more?”
A small whine is all you can muster as he pulled the fabric aside and slid two fingers inside you, flexing them just at the right spot to drive you absolutely mad.
Just before he could send you over the edge though, he removed his hands and placed them on your knees, spreading your legs apart.
Your cry of complaint quickly turned into a gasp of pleasure as Neville bent down, slowly letting his tongue swirl over your dripping cunt, the slight stubble on his cheeks scratching the inside of your thighs.
Heat began building inside your stomach and you raised your hips to increase the friction between your clit and Neville’s sinfully skilled tongue.
Sensing your breathing becoming unsteady, Neville looked up at you for a moment, his smile triumphant.
“Go on, doll. Let it go, cum for me.”
The sight of your handsome boy between your legs with fire burning in his eyes, was too much for you to take. With a cry you let the waves of your orgasm wash over you, hands gripping the sheets, head tilted backwards.
Slightly relaxing, you sighed heavily before sitting up on the bed. You smiled at Neville licking his lips, looking thoroughly pleased with himself. It was enough to set you on fire again.
“Such a good girl.” He stroked a loose strand of hair out of your face.
You leaned forward, engaging him in a hungry kiss. “How about I show you just how good a girl I am?” you purred into his ear, before getting off the bed and kneeling down in front of him.
He let out a low moan as you run your fingernails up and down the inside of his thigs, palming the bulge in his trousers.
Neville gripped your hair in his fist, smiling down at you appreciatively. “Is my girl hungry for my cock, yeah?”
You playfully tugged at the hem of his trousers with your teeth. “So very hungry,” you cooed, looking up at him, eyes wide.
He quickly got ride of his pants, allowing you to pepper kisses from the base to the tip of his hard cock before taking him into your mouth fully. Fighting against the urge to gag for a moment, you let your tongue draw little circles on his tip. Slowly, you started bobbing your head, relishing in the sounds of pleasure you were coaxing from Neville’s slack mouth.
As he felt his release drawing nearer, he gently but firmly pushed you away. Still on your knees, you pouted up at him.
The pursing of your swollen lips would be enough to drive any man wild. Neville leaned down and desperately kissed you until you both broke apart in need of air.
“That was amazing, doll, but I have other things in mind for you.”
Neville pulled you up from the ground. Picking you up effortlessly, he carried you over to the large desk at the far side of the room.
As he positioned you on it, you could make out why exactly this spot had sparked his interest. From your position on top of the table you had an unobstructed view of yourself and Neville in the floor length mirror next to the door to your room.
Having been distracted by the glorious view of your naked bodies, you missed Neville positioning himself between your legs. A gasp of equal surprise and pleasure escaped you as he unexpectedly plunged into you.
He waited a moment for you to adjust to his cock, but you lifted your head up instead, eyes clouded with the need to have him entirely.
“Come on, Nev, let me feel you.”
His dirty grin was devilish. “That’s how it is? You want my cock to be fucking you hard?”
Without waiting for a reply he started pounding into you at a breath-taking pace. You reached behind your head to push your hand against the wall of the room, creating more resistance for yourself to be able to take even more of him.
There was no place for words or thoughts anymore, just the grinding of your hips against each other, ragged breaths and groans echoing through the room.
Neville grabbed one of your legs, putting it up on his shoulder, allowing him to thrust even deeper into you, hitting your sweet spot with might. Watching the two of you fucking in the mirror, you felt another wave of lust building up inside you.
Sensing how close you were to another orgasm, Neville smacked your ass without a warning. The loud sound and the sudden, sharp tingling on your skin was too much for you to bear.
Covering your face with your hands, you couldn’t help but scream Neville’s name in pure pleasure as your orgasm crashed over you. Neville rode out your high with you, the sight of you losing it, together with the feeling of your cunt tightening around his cock sending him over the edge with a grunt of relief, his head thrown back into his neck, eyes closed shut.
For a moment, neither of you were able to say a word, both of your hearts still racing from the high they had just experienced. Finally, you leaned up to draw Neville down to you, placing a tender kiss on the corner of his mouth.
A high, whistling sound from outside drew your attention towards the window. An assortment of colourful fireworks exploded, painting the room in a bright colour.
You giggled. “Seems like we missed the party after all.”
Neville hummed in response, stealing another kiss from you. “I think I much prefer this party though.”
His eyes swept over your body, before resting on your face. He cupped your cheek with his hand and you happily leaned into his touch. “Happy New Year, darling.”
“Happy New Year.”
He lifted you up again, this time carrying you over towards the bed. Snuggled under the covers, Neville picked up your red lace bra, lying forgotten on the sheets. He let the smooth fabric glide through his fingers.
Your eyes followed his movements and you broke into a smile. “What do you say about red underwear bringing luck now?”
Neville looked at your beautiful face, intense emotion displayed upon his features. “I might just believe it works,” he whispered, before leaning over you and kissing you deeply in front of the fireworks illuminating the night sky.