The door to the Room of Requirement shimmered into existence, and Amelia pulled him through it without a word. Gilderay stumbled slightly, still off-balance from the force of her kiss in the corridor.
He'd been back from the World Duelling Tournament for less than five minutes, and she was already dragging him off. He wasn't complaining though.
The room had provided a perfect sanctuary. A large, four-poster bed stood against one wall, a sturdy wooden desk against another, and a plush armchair sat before a crackling fire. It was a private haven, and from the determined look in Amelia's eyes, she had plans for every piece of furniture.
She stopped in the center of the room and turned to face him, her chest heaving slightly. "You're back," she said, her voice low.
"I'm back," he replied softly. He felt the weight of the journey, the sting of defeat, but it all faded in the light of her gaze.
She closed the distance between them and pulled him into another desperate kiss. This one was different from the one in the corridor.
He responded with equal fervor, his arms wrapping around her waist, lifting her off her feet as he deepened the kiss, his tongue claiming her mouth. When they finally broke apart, they were both breathing heavily, foreheads resting together.
His hands moved to the fastenings of her robes with practiced ease. This was his Amelia, and he knew exactly how to undress her, how to touch her, how to unravel her.
He took her hand, leading her not to the bed but to the sturdy wooden desk against the far wall.
"Bend over," he said biting her ear, a romantic command that sent a thrill down her spine.
She hesitated for only a second before complying. She rested her elbows on the cool wood, the position slightly submissive.
He knelt behind her, his hands spreading her legs. He started with his hands, groping the soft flesh of her ass. His palm traced every curve and shape.
Thwack!
The sound echoed in the quiet room.
She gasped, more in surprise than pain. He did it again on the other cheek, watching the skin flush pink. "Gil," she moaned, a mix of surprise and arousal.
He leaned in and replaced the sting with his mouth, kissing the reddened skin before moving lower. His tongue lapped from her clit to her entrance, and her hips bucked involuntarily. He gripped them to hold her still and then began to eat her out.
His tongue was a masterful instrument, lapping and probing, circling her clit with precision before sucking it into his mouth. Gilderoy slid two fingers inside her, curling them expertly to press against that sensitive spot deep within. Her first orgasm came quickly, a sharp climax that left her clinging to the desk.
Gilderoy worked her through it, his mouth and fingers relentless, drawing out every wave of pleasure. Finally, he pulled back and helped her stand on shaky legs, leading her to the plush armchair by the fire. He sat down first, pulling her onto his lap so she was straddling him.
He captured her lips in another deep kiss, letting her taste herself on his tongue. His hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples into hard pebbles. He ground his still-clothed erection against her bare cunt, a delicious friction that had her moaning.
"I need more," Amelia gasped.
She knelt on the soft rug before him and quickly undid his trousers, freeing his hard cock. She reached for him, but he stopped her.
"Not like that," he said. "Come here." He lay back on the thick rug, stretching his long body out in front of the crackling fire. "We can do it at the same time."
Understanding dawned in her eyes. She straddled his face and lowered herself to his waiting mouth.
Gilderoy's strong fingers dug into her curvy rear as his tongue delved into her slick folds, seeking out her sensitive clit.
Amelia's lips wrapped around him, wet and inviting. His hardness pulsed against her throat as she took him deep. Forceful thrusts soon followed, each stroke meeting her eager mouth.
Their movements became a sensual dance, pumping in tandem with their mutual desire. His breath quickened, mingling with hers as their bodies moved in perfect sync.
The dual stimulation was overwhelming for both, and it wasn't long before she was coming again, her cries muffled by his length.
Gilderoy didn't give her rest. He scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her down in the center of the emerald silk sheets.
"I want to fuck these perfect tits," he said thickly.
She nodded weakly, her hands moving to cup her breasts together for him.
Gilderoy pushed forward, his rigid cock sliding between Amelia's large breasts. He relished the sensation of his tip disappearing and reappearing between her supple mounds. Amelia responded eagerly, her tongue darting out to circle his sensitive head each time it emerged.
Gilderoy paused, and gazed down at the tantalizing sight of his member nestled between Amelia's breasts. He could feel her soft flesh enveloping him, teasing his sensitive skin. With a low groan, he resumed his steady rhythm, sliding his hard length in and out of their joined cleavage with unrelenting intent.
His hands roamed freely over her ample breasts as he savored each touch, squeezing the pliant flesh and reveling in her soft moans as he explored her. The Bones family were indeed gifted in the chest area.
Amelia matched his rhythms, her hands roaming over his back as she met each of his strokes. She loved the feeling of his hard cock sliding between her breasts, the slight pressure against her sensitive nipples. As he pushed deeper, she felt him graze her areola, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.
Gilderoy could barely restrain himself, his desire growing with every passing moment. He could feel his release approaching, the tension coiling in his gut.
With a final push, he slid his length between Amelia's soft breasts. His release surged out in pulses, coating her chest and face with his warm essence. Some dribbled into her open mouth which she eagerly swallowed.
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