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When their eyes met, he could sense that she was giving off a weird, intense energy. She was staring into his eyes with what he could at best describe as ferocity. They were in Charm class, sitting across from each other. Why would she be angry at him? He didn’t recall any incident. Quite the contrary, they had spent a lovely night the day before.

Especially after that night. They had spent the evening reading calmly in their respective chairs in front of the fireplace of their private quarters. At the time he had stood up to bid her goodnight, his first intention had been to give her an innocent, parting kiss. But as too many times before, that kiss turned into something much more, very fast. Next thing he knew, he was kneeling down in front of her chair, his head under her skirt. As far as he remembered, he had been able to make her come rather strongly under his tongue and she had seemed quite satisfied by it. What could have happened since then to make her look at him with such rage?

Class finished and James followed his friends out in the corridor. They were making their way up when Lily passed by and pushed him by the shoulder.

“What the…” he uttered before he realized she had put something in his hand. His first thought was that she had given him a piece of parchment in which she would have put light on her mysterious anger but when he looked down in his hand he found a crumpled piece of fabric, quite warm and possibly damp? His body understood before his brain did for he felt instantly hardening in his pants. He raised his eyes to meet hers a few meters down, winking at him and indicating the other end of the corridor. Without thinking he put the pair of panties in his pocket and ran after her. He caught up with her just next to the door of one of their favorite broom cupboards. Pushing her against the wall he whispered in her ear:

“You are barking mad, Evans!”

“You love it” she replied, her eyes still filled with this frenzy of hers.

“I love you,” he specified in a chuckle.

“Enough foreplay, let’s get in!” she said, opening the cupboard and taking him by the collar. She locked the door and cast the necessary spells. She proved to be even more efficient when horny. He sat her on the small sideboard and pushed her against the wall again, this time kissing her with all the passion he could summon. His hand made its way under her skirt and found her bare heat. She was dripping in a way he’s never felt before.

“How can you be so wet already?”

“I don’t think I had enough of you yesterday night,” she said in a purr.

“Oh yeah?” he was enjoying every bit of it.

“I needed your dick baby,” she explained with some sort of mock-pitiful expression.

“Poor thing” he teased her entrance with his fingers.

“No fingers! I want your cock, Potter!” He chuckled. “Please..” she added desperately.

“You greedy girl," he said, still kissing her. She got him so hard so quick, he could hear his cock’s laments in his pants.

“Please," she implored again, looking at him with urgent eyes. Without a word, he obliged and went to his belt to untie it. He took his time and could feel her impatience rising. He chuckled again. What he loved most in life was sex with Lily, and what he loved most about sex with Lily was driving her crazy by pushing her limits.

“Hurry!! she complained and he finally let out his stone-hard cock out of its garment prison.

“Shh!” he said, kissing her softly, as he let his cock brush against her skirt. “I’ll give it to you soon enough, greedy girl”. She whimpered. With one hand he pressed her against the wall, with the other, he positioned his dick at her entrance. She moaned in impatience. He rubbed it slightly in between her slip and felt her juice drip against it.

“You are so fucking wet baby, this should be illegal,” he commented in her mouth. He kissed her one more time before he let his cock slide inside her. She let out a cry of relief as he entered slow and deep. He didn’t remember a time when he could get at the bottom of her in one go “Fuck! You feel insane today baby”.

“Faster!” she implored.

“Let me teach you patience, greedy girl”. He smirked as he kept thrusting in and out of her in an annoyingly slow pace. In protest, she flexed her insides, inflicting a divine pressure on his sensitive cock.

“You’re such a tease, Evans” he said, fighting his urge to pound hard and deep.

“I need more..” she begged.

“You do, don’t you” he said, as he slightly increased the pace.

“Yeah” she whimpered faintly, “I can never get enough of your cock..”

“I will give it to you baby, as much as you need”, he increased again, feeling his self-control growing more feeble with each thrust.

“Yes! Yes! Harder!” she cried. And that’s where he lost it. He started thrusting as hard as he could, grunting under his breath. The sideboard was clashing against the stone wall making hell of a noise as her cries evolved in screams.

“Fuck yes!” she screamed as he went on pounding deep in her, as hard as he ever had until he felt her flexing around his cock in a crazy intensity. He let go at the same time and released what seemed one deciliter deep in her insides. Still panting, he stayed there, pressing his forehead against the cold stone of the wall behind her. He felt sweat coming down his back and her uneven breath in his neck. After a few moments he pulled out, letting go quite a lot of their mix. He found his wand and cleaned the mess before he met her lips again. He kissed her softly and then broke the embrace to look at her.

“You know you are going to be the end of me, Lily Evans?” he asked as he gave her her panties back with a wry smile. She laughed good-naturedly.

x

He was finally able to wind down in his bed after that busy day. Even if the morning tryst with Lily did initiate the day in a rather light tone, the rest of it had been a true hustle: meeting with McGonagals for his final thesis, following Vector’s demanding instructions during Arithmancy class, handling double Potion with the Slytherins, dealing with two whining Hufflepuff prefects about a so-called unfair distribution of patrol, training two hours under the rain and after all that being caught by Filch because he had inadvertently brought mud in the corridor with his boots. The Headboy was about to turn off his light and succumb to his bed when he heard a slight knock on his door and saw a little red head pass it. She was wearing, again, a weird expression on her face. This time he read sadness.

“What is it, love?” he asked, straightening his sitting position in the bed, concerned. She closed the distance between them in a little jitter. She was wearing one of his Gryffindor T-shirts that looked like a dress on her. She sat on the side of the bed next to him and still showed inexplicable sad eyes.

“What is it?" he asked again. She hesitated and her face scrunched. Was she about to cry?

“I can’t sleep”, she explained in a faint voice.

“Poor thing, what’s happening?" he asked, genuinely concerned.

“I think – I think I need more..” she replied in a little voice.

“You need more wh..” at this second, her long face changed into a cheeky smirk and comprehension hit him.

“You’re kidding, right? he asked, bewildered.

“I want more”, she repeated in a more confident voice, tracing her hands on his bare chest.

“Lily.. we can’t…” but yet again, his body reacted faster than his brain and he felt the under of his covers stiffen already.

“Please…” she asked, leaving an irresistible kiss on his still awe-opened mouth.

“You are mad, girl”.

“I’ll do all the work!” she promised and made her way to straddle him before she came down to kiss him again. He kissed back, forgetting all about his plan at finding rest. Experience had repetitively taught him that he could not resist that girl, even if he tried. His hands were making their way up her thighs under the T-shirt. At the moment he was expecting to feel the elastic band of a pair of panties he found nothing. He scanned her butt with his palms and realised that once again, she wasn’t wearing any. He felt something similar to an electric shock passing through his hardening cock. She laughed at his facial expression as he asked:

“What is with you and panties today?”

“I got them all wet," she moaned, pressing her heat against the covers.

“You’re a naughty girl aren’t you,” he said, feeling the urge to get inside her again. Like she had read in his mind, she moved slightly to remove the duvet cover and the rest of the barrier separating her from his length. In less time than he thought she was back in her position, and teasing his tip at her entrance, locking eyes with his. He felt her wetness again and grunted in appreciation at its contact.

“Told you I needed help” she explained with a mock-pleading voice.

“Go on, help yourself” he said, pressing down her hips in the right direction. Before long she followed the movement and in one go, slid his whole length. She let out a big cry. In response, he grunted even louder. He’d never felt her this way before that day and it seemed that she was awakening something truly ardent inside of him. “Your pussy feels like silk tonight, my baby,” he commented, following the rhythm of her hips with his hands on her love handles.

“I’m gonna take my time this time," she explained, riding him in the most exquisite tempo.

“Good girl, you learn fast,” he said as his hands kept accompanying her movement up and down his dick. “Take as much as you need,” he added. She answered in a whimper and her head was falling backwards. His hands made their way under her improvised pajamas and found her tits. Between his thumb and his index, he squeezed her nipples softly. She moaned in appreciation and increased the tempo. Very soon, probably sooner than she expected, she would come. Her whimpers confirmed his assumption and soon enough she started grinding deeper and harder.

“I’m coming baby” she said faintly.

“A good girl, making herself come on my dick” he replied and helped her with a few educated pushes. She cried her solace and he felt her walls tightening against his dick. After a few last strokes, she let herself fall onto his chest. She was heavily panting as he put his arms around her, tracing soft lines on her back.

“That was amazing” she said after a little while still snuggled in his neck. “You didn’t come?” she wondered.

“Nope!”

“Why not?” she asked, rising from the position to meet his eyes with a frown.

“I was being anticipative”, he explained with a smug smile.

“Of what?”

“Just in case you needed more”. The “o” that had formed on her mouth turned into a big smirk again.

“I do need more," she said, finding her mock-pitiful tone again.

“You, insatiable little minx.”

“I can never get enough of your dick, baby," she purred.

“Then, I’ll have to fuck you to sleep this time”, he said, rising from his laying position and pushing her softly out of the way. She fell on her back in the middle of the bed. He went on top of her and without a warning, found her heat with his length again. He thrusted long and deep strokes, able to go much deeper in this position. Finding her clit under his thumb, he went on at a steady pace. He knew that in this angle and with this little rub on her clit, he could get her to come one more time. Moans. He could sense it in his dick that she was starting to clench already. Whimpers. Summoning all his power not to finish as well, he gave a few more strokes and was able to push her over the edge. He pulled out and took a moment to look at her, spread under him on the covers, t-shirt crumpled up around her neck, hair sprayed in a crown around her flushed face, eyes still closed as she was finding her breath again. She opened her eyes to see him already staring at her.

“That was phenomenal,” she said under a breath. “But you still haven’t come,” she noticed after a few moments.

“No, but if you’ll have a little more, I will soon”. Without a word, she flipped on the other side, offering a wonderful view of her perfect ass. She straightened ever slightly to get rid of her t-shirt before she turned her head to look at him with inviting, cheeky eyes. “Such a good, good girl you are”, he said, adjusting himself behind her as she put herself on all four. He took a second to stroke the soft skin of her buttcheeks and appreciate the view. Above all the position they’ve been exploring these past few months, this one was always his favourite. And his favourite to finish in. She knew it. And he loved that she knew it. For the third time that day, he took his length in his hand and teased her –still dripping– entrance with his tip. After more teasing than he could take, he pushed inside softly. She let out a low little whimper. He looked down and was soon mesmerised by the slick movement of his cock in and out of her slit. After a few shallow strokes he went slightly deeper and felt the extent of her tightness

“You’re still so tight” he grunted and dared try to stretch his length a bit more. He was always afraid of hurting her in this position so he would usually hold himself back.

“Deeper” she requested. He chuckled, barely able to restrain himself. “Deeper please," she begged. This time he could not help but grant her wish. Without a second thought he pushed all the way in. She whimpered loudly. He responded by a heavy grunt. He was so close. Encouraged by her request of "going faster” he let himself go and pounded as hard as he could, with one objective but to feel as much of her on his cock as physically possible. Before long, he felt it coming and finally emptied deep inside of her. He could decipher a faint buzzing of his ear besides her affectionate purrs, a sign that his orgasm had been of a rare intensity. He pulled out and let himself fall on the side, taking her in his arms on the way.

He was still rather dazed and holding her tightly when he noticed her deep and even breathing, indicating that she had fallen asleep in his arms. Mission accomplished, he thought proudly, letting a big smirk appear on his face. Without too much of a move, he reached for his wand on the nightstand. He cleaned whatever mess needed cleaning, put the minimum of covers on her naked body and whispered “nox” just before letting his wand down and joining her in that well deserved sleep.