Collars and Candles

“My handsome boy,” she cooed, scratching both of his ears at the same time and rolling her hips. A heavy sigh fell from her lips. On her hips went, grinding in a steady rhythm, and Draco moaned wantonly at the feel of her warm, wet cunt on his leg. “Tell me again, who do you belong to?”

“You,” he rasped.

“That’s right,” she brushed his nose with hers, breathing hot air on his face. He tilted his chin up at her in hopes that she’d close the distance between their lips, knowing better than to steal a kiss without permission. She moaned as she picked up the pace, her hand slowly creeping up to grab at his collar.