Amelia paced back and forth three times in front of the Room of Requirement, her heart pounding in her chest. Finally, the door materialized, and she pulled Gilderoy inside.
Inside, the room had transformed into a large, intimate space, dominated by a plush bed.
Amelia flung her arms around his neck as her lips immediately found his in a searing kiss. The initial tenderness quickly escalated into her devouring him with a frantic, desperate intensity that stripped away any remaining pretence. Her tongue tangled with his, demanding, exploring, mirroring the hunger in her eyes.
Gilderoy responded in kind, his hands roaming over her curves, caressing and possessive. One hand rested on the small of her back, pulling her even closer, while the other traced the delicate column of her neck, sending shivers down her spine.
She quickly removed his jacket, her fingers slipping under the fabric of his shirt to graze the warm skin of his chest.
Gilderoy's own hands moved with equal haste to her back as he peeled back the heavy velvet of her blue dress, letting it pool at her feet.
"You're not wearing much," he murmured, his voice thick.
"That's Intentional," she breathed, pressing against him. "Less to take off."
Her chemise, a simple emerald green, followed. She stood before him, naked and radiant—breasts full and nipples taut, a small patch of red hair disappearing between her thighs.
Her fingers worked at his belt, strong and decisive, unfastening it. He leaned back against the cool stone wall as she unzipped his trousers. Her knuckles brushed against his thighs, a fleeting, electrifying touch that made him gasp.
Amelia looked him over, her gaze lingering, slow and deliberate. "Merlin's beard," she breathed. "It's… huge."
Her hand closed around his member, tentative at first, then firm with resolute purpose. His breath hitched, a low groan escaping him as her touch traced the full length of him. She weighed him in her hand, brow furrowed in concentration, eyes wide and hungry.
He shuddered, lost in the sensation, as her lips met his in a heated kiss.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice hoarse.
Amelia guided Gilderoy's hands to her breasts. He matched her enthusiasm, groping her full curves, teasing her nipples, and pulling her closer, their mouths locking in a deep, passionate kiss while she continued to stroke him.
Suddenly Amelia stopped. She sank to her knees looking directly in his eyes. Gilderoy's breath caught as her lips found his cock, tentative at first leaving him gasping. She explored him slowly, teasingly, her movements a captivating mix of shyness and daring.
He groaned, fingers threading through her hair, tilting his head back, lost in the sensation. But then Gilderoy suddenly had an Idea.
He gently stopped her, guiding her to lie down on the bed. He indicated she should come on top of him, but she hesitated.
"What are you doing, Gilderoy?"
He thought briefly, amused and calculating.
Do people in Britain even know foreplay or cunnilingus? Well, too bad for the other ladies. Good for Amelia—she's going to feel exactly what I can give her.
"Since you're doing something for me," his voice husky, "isn't it right I do the same for you?"
Amelia's confusion lasted only a moment before he brough Amelia to sit on his face separated her ass cheeks, burying his face into them and pressing his mouth and tongue against her glistening petals, eliciting a gasp of shock and immediate pleasure. He moved his tongue deliberately against the inner lips—slow and controlled—while her body responded with urgent, trembling need.
Amelia noticed in this position she could also access him. She leaned forward, her lips closing around his manhood, and he groaned, bucking his hips slightly as she began to suckle him with increasing boldness.
Gilderoy devoured her pussy, eager to draw out her nectar as much as he could .Her back arched, moans spilling freely as she explored him with increasing boldness, eager to match the intensity he gave her.
Her motions became more urgent, matching the rhythm of his own surges. Each sensation built upon the last, a crescendo neither had anticipated but both had wanted.
"Let it go, Amelia," Gilderoy whispered, his voice dark and commanding as he pressed a finger against her clit.
The words rolled over her like fire, igniting every nerve. Her body suddenly stiffened and Amelia came violently, shuddering so far he had to brace her, gripping her hips as he drank in her essence.
"Uuugghhh… Gilderoy!" she grunted, the rough sound spilling out of her uncontrollably. "I—I didn't know it could feel like that… I've never—never felt anything like this before!"
Gilderoy held her steady, letting her ride the wave, his hands firm but gentle.
He knew he could hold off longer, but chose to follow her, surging with guttural force, he pumped his cum straight into her mouth.
They remained pressed together, riding the aftershocks, until finally Amelia pulled back slightly, catching her breath, her eyes wide and shimmering with tears of pleasure. Her cheeks bulged with his cum. Looking straight into his eyes, she gulped down his entire essence.
"Impossible," Gilderoy thought, watching the sheer amount of cum he had produced.
"No human could produce this much… perhaps it's the effect of the Physical Reinforcement Ritual . Or maybe I've just been pent up for far too long."
"Gilderoy," she whispered, husky with awe, "You… you came so much."
He smiled, spent, face damp with exertion. His thumb gently caressed her cheek as he watched her, captivated by the raw intensity of her reaction.
Gilderoy still felt as if he could go on but saw the tired look on Amelia's face. He pulled her into his arms onto the bed as they settled against each other, naked, entwined, the warmth of their bodies and the quiet of the Room of Requirement surrounding them.
The night stretched on, intimate and unbroken, as they rested together, content in the aftermath of their first shared, overwhelming passion.
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