I’m still on cloud nine from the movies, my head a little light-headed from the two cosmopolitans. It makes it easier to ignore the fact that it must be the love potion that made him act so crazy. To get me off in public with his mouth when we hardly know each other? I mean, that’s sort of a big deal. Whatever Zelda sold me must’ve been the Extra Strength version. No wonder it was so expensive.

I don’t think twice about accepting his invitation of a night cap. I’m curious to see the inside of his place. That’s what I tell myself, but obviously, I’m a flesh and blood human being, and he did mention something about being ready for more Appleton pie.

“Whisky?” he asks while I scratch Tyrion’s stomach.

I screw up my nose.

“Baileys?”

“Mmmm, yes please. On the rocks.”

“Coming right up.”

I look around me curiously. “It all looks new. I wish our place was so polished and minimalistic,” I say with a hint of envy.

He comes back into view holding a dog biscuit. Tyrion jumps up and runs to him. “To be honest, I prefer your place. It feels like more like a home.”

“Aw thanks,” I say. “But it does get messy with Draco, sometimes though. His fur gets everywhere!”

“Don’t I know it? I have the same problem.”

I take a seat on his huge leather sofa and look around while he fixes the drinks. There’s a selection of hardback books on his pristine glass coffee table and I look to see what he has. One about sailing, another entitled, ‘Modern architecture: A photographic history.’ That makes sense. There’s another about architecture but without pictures and then I let out a squeal when I come to the last in the pile. “The Magic of Harry Potter.”

“Find something you like?” he asks, smiling as he comes back with the drinks.

I hold up the book to show him. “It’s my favorite film of all time!” I practically shriek, clasping my hands together in excitement. And then I shut up and sip on my drink as I remember Nina’s advice and that I’m not meant to act too keen. So many rules to the dating game, according to her. And apparently disobeying them could affect my whole future!

When he opens a cupboard, and digs out a CD of the movie it’s all I can do to stop myself proposing to him right there and then. But…Nina advice is very firm in my head.

“I can feel a movie night coming up…” I say, with my most sophisticated smile.

“Sure. Why not?” He grins. “I enjoyed the last movie I watched with you.”

I watch him put the CD into the player, dim the lights, and lower himself next to me. The heat coming from his big strong body is a turn on. I rub my hand up his thigh and across his package. He is deliciously hard beneath his jeans.

He does not turn his head to look at me, but there is a tightness to his jaw.

“You don’t want me to?” I ask softly.

“Oh, I want you to,” he growls, and he looks at me, cocking an eyebrow, like he’s daring me to go ahead and better his performance.

“Good, because I am dying to.”

In the blue light from the TV screen, he tilts his head back and closes his eyes. My heart is hammering dangerously fast in my chest as I knead him lightly with my fingers. His mouth opens and I hear the moan he lets out in response to my touch. It makes me feel powerful inside. This man really wants me. A voice in my head says something about Zelda, but I shut it up.

Slipping my hand under the waistband of his jeans, I pop his buttons open, and slide down the zip as I go, until I can wrap my fist around his girth. I bite my lip. Mmm… he is massive. I push down the desire to straddle his hips and ride him until we both come. My body is already hankering to have that big beautiful cock buried deep inside me, but not yet…I want to taste his cock.

I lean down, close my eyes, and quickly slide my mouth over his shaft. A few drops of pre-cum glistens at tip of his shaft and I lap them up hungrily. He tastes good, of clean skin, and him. I hear him gasp from above me so I quickly slide between his legs and look up at him as I pleasure him. I want to see in the changes in his breathing, his expression, and his eyes.

I slide my lips a few more inches lower so and he places his hand on the back on my head and guides me down slowly, tracing his fingers over the sensitive spot at the nape of my neck and making me squirm. Did he know how much this is turning me on? Probably. He seems to have a perfect read on my reactions.

I wrap my fingers around him, holding him tight, and begin to stroke him in time with the pace of my mouth. I move up and down, up and down, losing myself to this, forgetting everything but this.

I can hear his breathing getting labored above me as I move faster, working my tongue over every inch of him I can find, pausing and lingering at the top of his cock to swirl my tongue around him a few times. I can’t look up and watch him. In the dark, it would be hard to see him anyway, but for the time being I’m more than happy to just focus in on his other physical reactions. The way his cock twitches in my mouth when I hit a certain sweet spot.

He lets out a growl and I know he is nearly at the point of climax. I stroke him with more intent, his cock lubed up generously by my mouth, and he thrusts back up to drive himself deeper into my mouth. His cock hits the back of my throat, but I can take it. I can take anything he gives me.

Anything at all…

Suddenly, I hear his breath above me seize, right at the moment the music from the movie swells and blots out the sucking sounds I’m making. His cock clenches in my mouth and he comes, running his fingers through my hair slowly and gently like he’s asking me to take every part of him.

I don’t need telling. I want to taste him.

I hold my mouth over him and swallow every drop of him, not wasting one little bit, satisfied with the knowledge that this time I’m the one in control, the one making him helplessly come. When I’m sure he’s done, I sit back up and snuggle into my seat, watching him tuck himself away. I playfully dab at the corners of my mouth, reminding him what we just got up to.

“Wow, that was hot,” he murmurs, shooting me a devilish grin.

“So were you,” I reply, and I turn my attention back to the movie.

Or at least, I pretend to until he starts undressing me.