LET'S SEE IF YOU TASTE AS SWEET AS YOU ARE.

EVEN THOUGH THERE WAS A RUG BENEATH HER, Ivy suspected her knees would still be sore in the morning. But she didn't care — not with Sirius bare before her, his hardened length at eye level.

She thought he looked like a sculpted god. Tattoos adorned his chest and arms, surrounding lean muscles, all leading down toward the perfect view of the throbbing cock between his legs. It was a bit intimidating, really. And Merlin, would it even fit? She had barely taken his two fingers.

Ivy thought the tip was so pretty and pink, and she didn't fight Sirius when he bent down to to reach for her wrist, placing her right hand on his muscular thigh.

"Everything you do is so gentle," he murmured, looking down at her lovingly. "I suspect your touch is as well. Start slow with gentle touches, move your hand back and forth.

Ivy nodded and took in a nervous deep breath, and Sirius groaned instantly at her touch when she reached for him. She stroked his length a few times timidly before looking up at him, almost asking if she was doing okay. As he gave her an encouraging nod, she brushed her thumb over the tip, eying the precum that was leaking out with interest.

Her hands were small, her fingertips barely touching when she wrapped fully around him. She moved her hand back and forth, and her eyes widened as his erection somehow grew at her touch. But he let out a shuddering breath that spurred her on, telling her she was doing the right thing.

Ivy couldn't help but look from his cock to his handsome face, taking in the expressions he made with his eyes closed. He looked so pretty with his head thrown back, mouth hanging open. Sinful grunts and groans were leaving his mouth, the noise going right to her core. They were those same noises she'd heard through his door, and yet again, she was the cause for them — just more directly this time.

"That's it," he groaned, managing to peel his eyes open and look down at her again.

She found that after a while, her wrist began to grow sore from how fast she was going, but she didn't dare complain or slow down, fearing that he'd be upset with her if she did. No, she kept going, her other hand placed on his thigh to give her something to balance against.

Soon, he was thrusting into her hand each time, begging for her to tighten her hold on him, which was just what she did. His legs shook, and soon a white, warm substance was shooting out, dripping from her chin and coating her chest.

His breathing was ragged as he looked down at the image of her on her knees, painted in his cum. She looked so pretty and like she was dying to know more.

Then before his eyes, she curiously wiped her thumb across her chin, cleaning it up. She eyed the cum for a moment before sticking her tongue out and licking it — she pulled a face at the unusual taste. Sirius let out a low moan, her having no idea the effect she had on him.

Knowing he needed a minute to recover, Sirius focused his attention back on Ivy. Before she knew it, she was back on the bed, and Sirius grabbed her ankles, pulling her right to the edge. He placed a kiss to the band of her skirt before licking a long stripe up her body, taking his own release into his mouth before kissing her, making her taste it yet again. As he pulled back, there was an excited glint in his eyes as he returned to her legs, now the one on his knees.

"Let's see if you taste as sweet as you are," he murmured, placing a kiss to her ankle.

He moved at a horribly slow pace, pressing warm kisses up her legs, to her knees, on the inside of her thighs. She squirmed impatiently, not understanding what he was doing with his face so close to her most sensitive area.

"Siri," she mumbled, feeling shy about what it must've looked like down there. Of course, she'd never taken a good look herself, so she wasn't sure. "What're you—"

"Trust me, Darling," he said, hooking her legs over his shoulder. "I told you I'd make you feel good."

Despite wanting to ask about twenty questions, Ivy kept quiet. And she was glad that she did as it'd have delayed the magical feeling that was Sirius' tongue lapping at her clit. She cried out as he licked from her entrance up to her clit, beginning to suck on the bundle of nerves. In an instant, her hands were tangled in his hair, unsure if she wanted to pull him closer or push him away from the overwhelming sense of pleasure.

"Siri," she whined, choking on his name. He hummed against her, the feeling making her eyes roll back. "Merlin — ah — don't stop."

"Not planning on it," he murmured before going lower. His practiced tongue circled her entrance teasingly, loving how she squirmed and brought her hips up off the bed for more. Then he delved inside, beginning to fuck her with his mouth. Sirius ate her out like a man starved and he could've done so until his jaw was aching.

Then he released one of her legs, bringing his thumb to her clit, beginning to rub firm circles on it. It earned an instant reaction and the sensation swarmed her quickly. It was almost overwhelming how tight the coil inside of her was, and it snapped so suddenly as she cried out Sirius' name silently, the orgasm taking her breath away. She pulled on his hair so hard that he moaned against her, all the while lapping up her cum with his tongue, making her body twitch from the contact with her overstimulated cunt.

Sirius worked his way up her body, finally unzipping her skirt and discarding it as well. Every hot, sticky kiss that he trailed up her skin made her writhe with anticipation of what was to come — because even though she knew little about sex, she knew there was more to come if the excited glint in Sirius' eye was anything to go by.

And she wanted it all so long as it was him. There wasn't a single cohesive thought in her hazy mind that wasn't about Sirius in that moment — his touch, his kiss, the weight of his cock in her hand, how his usually well-combed hair was falling in his face, the scrape of his scruffy beard against her thighs as he ate her out.

Trying to keep her cool, Ivy cupped his face gently and pulled him into a kiss, tongue dancing against his own, moaning at the taste of him. Her other hand sought out his toned shoulder, pulling him down against her. And as she did so, his once again hardening length brushed her thigh, once again alert and begging to be touched.

"It'll hurt, but you tell me to stop if you need me to," he instructed, making sure she was looking him in the eye and understood. "What's the word?"

"Snitch," she managed to recall even with her brain in such a fuzzy state.

Sirius nodded in satisfaction and then bent down to kiss her — distract her, more like. Even still, she felt it instantly when his head slid into her, stretching her far more than his lean fingers had. Her mouth fell open against his in a soundless gasp, not used to the stinging sensation.

"I know," he whispered, peppering kisses all over her face while slowly pushing more inside. "I know, but you're taking me so well. Doing so well for me, Bunny."

She whimpered at his words of praise, them going straight to her core, making her clench around his length, which was still only halfway in. Sirius groaned against her neck, biting the skin a bit.

"This cunt was made for my cock," he muttered, finally reaching the base. "So pretty and all f' me. Mine."

"Yours," she breathed out as he rolled his hips, beginning to move inside of her.

And Merlin, it was better than everything they'd done up until that point. How could she ever be satisfied by a pillow or her own fingers now that she knew what it felt like to be filled to the brim? His thrusts were long and gentle, working up to a faster pace.

A cacophony of ecstasy was building up inside of her with each thrust of his hips, and she called out his name like a pleading prayer. It was the only sound she could muster aside from the moans that were as beautiful as a melody to Sirius.

"So - fucking - tight," Sirius grunted in between thrusts. "Feel so fucking good — so good, Bunny. My good girl."

He groaned from how tight she truly was, feeling like she was wrapped around him as if she wanted to suffocate his cock. And the way she looked beneath him, a girl usually so put together who had her hair fanned out, a glassy look in her vacant eyes, not a single productive thought in her mind. All she could do was babble and moan while clutching his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

Ivy was so lost in pleasure that she couldn't warn him, not that he needed it when he felt the tightening of her cunt. "Be a good bunny and cum all over my cock, yeah? Then I'm gonna fill you up like I wanted to the day you walked into Remus' office. Gonna ruin this pretty little cunt."

His filthy words had her whining and whimpering, and it wasn't long before she came hard once more, their mouths brushing each other, though not fully kissing.

And Sirius buried his face in her neck, biting down hard as he felt her cunt convulsing around him. His lean hips stuttered, his pace growing sloppy as he came inside of her. After riding out his high, Sirius all but collapsed on Ivy, who instantly curled into his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck and moved to kiss him again.

"You only got two," she mumbled against his lips. "'T's not fair for me."

"And you'd like to rectify the situation?" he asked with a cocky smirk. She bit her lip and nodded. "Then be my fucking guest."

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Ivy felt almost pathetic when she could hardly get off the bed and walk toward the attached bathroom, not that it mattered, because Sirius was there a second later, swooping in and picking her up. He'd already waved his wand and filled the bathtub. Now all that was left to do was clean Ivy up.

In her current headspace, she was very against the idea. He'd really come as close to fucking her stupid as possible, and all she wanted to do was continue. Sirius suspected she'd have let him keep going until she was a sobbing, overstimulated mess. Of course, he'd take advantage of that one day, but not for her first time. He didn't want to hurt her.

Sirius sat her carefully in the tub, and when he turned to grab a washcloth, she reached out for his wrist. She looked up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes. "Don't leave, Siri."

"I'm not leaving, Darling," he said gently, opting to just use his wand to get the cloth so that he could stay at her side. "I've gotta clean you up, yeah? My pretty baby made such a mess."

She shyly drew her knees up to her chest, knowing she had made a mess. But it was hardly her fault.

Ivy was silent, letting him gently wash her hair and run the soap over her body. She whined as he swiped the cloth over her throbbing cunt, but when she tried to ask for more, he denied her. It wasn't long before he started singing Baby, I Love You to her softly, watching as her eyes began drifting shut. And the last thing she saw before she fell asleep in the warm water was Sirius reaching for a towel.