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The July heat inside Grimmauld Place had grown unbearable.
Dust motes drifted lazily in the late morning light. Harry tugged at the collar of his t-shirt, the damp fabric clinging stubbornly to the broad plane of his chest. If he’d been alone, he would’ve ditched the shirt entirely and stuck to just shorts.
But he wasn’t alone this summer.
He was halfway through his second glass of water when Professor McGonagall (Minerva, he corrected himself) found him in the kitchen.
“When I granted you a water break, I trusted you’d come right back,” she said, her voice calm yet authoritative.
Harry closed his eyes briefly, steeling himself before turning to face her.
He nearly choked on his water.
Minerva had paused in the doorway, one hand resting lightly on the frame as though posing for his gaze. Her newly youthful features were flushed from the heat, a faint sheen of perspiration catching the dim kitchen light. The summer robes she wore, light and airy, clung more closely to her voluptuous curves than she seemed to realise.
But after weeks alone together, he had gotten used to all that. What surprised him now was the way the direct sunlight made her robes see-through.
She wasn’t wearing a bra.
He could see the size and shape of her nipples right there, clear as day.
“Are you alright, Harry?” She arched her brow. “You look faint.”
“No, I’m just warm,” he said quickly, setting the glass down before it slipped from his fingers. “Really warm.”
“Hmm…” Minerva hummed as she stepped further inside. She conjured a cool breeze with a practised flick of her wand as she swept past. The air shifted instantly, brushing past Harry’s overheated skin. It would’ve felt euphoric had he focused on it, but his entire attention was taken by the hypnotic sway of her wide hips as she moved past his eyes.
Her plump, wobbling rear was at eye level, and though the sun wasn’t shining on it, he was suddenly certain she wasn’t wearing underwear either.
But they had been training in the basement all morning.
Had she been going commando the entire time?
“That is better,” she murmured, opening her eyes when the last drop of water was gone from her glass.
Her eyes settled on Harry, making him wonder if she had caught him studying the way her throat bobbed as she swallowed, and his imagination went into forbidden territory. Her gaze was sharp and assessing, but softened by something he couldn’t quite name.
The kitchen felt smaller all of a sudden, and the air between them became even warmer and charged with something indescribable.
“You’ve pushed yourself admirably these past weeks,” she said softly. “Far more than I expected when I agreed to watch over you this summer.”
Harry swallowed. “I just want to be ready.”
“I know.” Her voice was gentle. “And you are improving rapidly.”
He nodded slowly, keeping his eyes on hers. He wasn’t used to his Head of House complimenting him so often, but she had been doing so multiple times a day, every day this summer.
It was disorienting.
Everything about her was disorienting.
The Minerva McGonagall he had known was old. She had looked as though she was in her seventies. But now anyone who didn’t know her would think she was thirty, thirty-five at the most. Her familiar authority stood at odds with the youthful face she now wore, a strange mixture that kept Harry on edge.
After being attacked by Umbridge and her goons, Minerva had undergone an experimental treatment at St Mungo’s, and while it helped her reach a full recovery far more rapidly than it would have anyone else her age, it had also returned her youth. The healers were unsure how this side effect had occurred and were unwilling to let her go home, where she lived alone, until they figured it out.
In his case, after Sirius died at the Department of Mysteries, Harry had refused to return to the Dursleys and moved into Grimmauld Place the moment he inherited it. Dumbledore, though wanting to make peace with Harry after telling him of the prophecy and explaining his faulty reasoning for ignoring him all year, had allowed it, but only if someone he trusted could watch over him.
Minerva needed someone to keep an eye out for negative side effects of the treatment she had undergone, and he needed a “guardian” (or however the headmaster had put it).
And that was how he and Minerva had become housemates for the summer.
It was meant to be a win-win.
But for Harry, it turned his summer into quiet torture instead. He’d gotten used to walking around at half-mast and politely ignoring how Minerva’s eyes would glance at his bulge whenever she thought he wasn’t looking.
It would be hypocritical for him to call her out on her illicit looks. He was guilty of the same.
“Harry?”
Minerva had turned to face him fully when his attention had wandered. The breeze that was still wafting through the room caused strands of dark hair to blow across her beautiful face. Had she been wearing her normal robes, he likely would have focused on how stunning she was.
But she wasn’t wearing her normal robes.
His eyes dipped against his will. Her light summer robes were drawn tight, even tighter than usual, he realised. The fabric strained across heavy breasts that seemed determined to test every seam.
He could feel his cock harden within his shorts.
It’s almost like she was doing this to me deliberately.
"Harry, this is..." The determination she had walked in with seemed to fade with each word. Heat began to rise in her cheeks, and her voice became clipped. "This is becoming untenable."
"What is?"
"You know precisely what." She adjusted her robes, a gesture that only drew attention to how the thin cotton struggled to contain her. "I've caught you looking at my-" She gestured vaguely at her expansive chest, her cheeks flushing. "And I've certainly noticed your... physicality."
Harry’s eyes widened. "Professor-?"
"Minerva,” she corrected with a snap. It seemed to return confidence to her voice. “I'm not your professor during the summer break." She stepped closer, leering over him. The scent of her, something floral and warm, cut through the air. "I propose we simply… get it out of our system. Just once, of course. To clear the air."
He had to be dreaming.
"Just once?" He repeated, parting his legs ever so slightly. For the first time all summer, he didn’t attempt to hide or block her view of his cock, which had swollen to full hardness beneath his shorts.
"Just once." Her dark eyes tracked down his body, and her breath caught when she saw his cock pushing against the fabric there. "Merlin, you're enormous."
Harry stood, and his hands found her hips with immediacy. She didn't pull away. Instead, she pressed into him, and eagerly thrust her chest out, letting him do what he had been fantasising about for weeks.
“Fuck,” he hissed under his breath as his palms slid up to cup her massive globes through the straining fabric.
He lifted their heavy weight and squeezed and moulded them to his pleasure. Her nipples were hard points beneath his thumbs, and when he rolled them between his finger and thumb, she gasped, a sharp and undignified sound.
"Oh, sweet boy~" she breathed against his throat.
Unable to hold herself back any longer, Minerva reached up and cupped his face. She pulled his face down to hers, crashing her plush lips into his with sudden sloppy force.
Their mouths mashed together wetly, her tongue pushing past his lips in heavy strokes as she took control, her decades of experience shining through. She guided him with slow, deliberate movements, showing him how she liked to be kissed, how to angle his head and match her rhythm.
"Like this," she murmured against his mouth, sucking on his lower lip before sliding her tongue along his again. Harry’s hands gripped her waist tighter, and he pressed back, clearly harder than she expected as she moaned into his mouth. His enthusiasm surged forward as he sucked her tongue deeper, the kiss turning messier with each passing second.
Spit slicked their chins while their lips smacked loudly, but neither of them cared, the sloppiness only making it hotter for them. With growing confidence, he dominated the kiss, reaching up to weave his hand into her silky hair and tugging, tilting her head back and claiming her with deep, hungry sucks that made her whine into his mouth. His teeth nipped at her bottom lip before he plunged back in, overwhelming her with wet, heavy pressure.
She melted under his sudden intensity, her body responding well to how fast he learned and took over. The sloppy sounds filled the kitchen as he kissed her harder, swallowing her small moans as his tongue enjoyed her mouth while her own attempts to guide him dissolved into pure pleasure.
No longer able to hold herself back, she reached between them, her fingers working at his shorts with surprising dexterity. When she freed his cock, she went still, her hand wrapped around him.
Or tried to.
Her fingers couldn't even close around his girth, and she stared, mouth agape.
"Harry, this is…" she whispered. "This is obscene."
The loaded word made him throb in her hand, and she moaned.
Eager to match her actions, his hand slid under her robes, past the damp heat of her inner thighs, and found her pussy. She was soaking wet, and just as he had suspected, she wasn’t wearing underwear.
“Were you like this all morning?” He asked her in a low whisper. “Letting your pussy drip onto the floor… have your fat tits flop up and down as you watch me… your student, train? Is this what you were hoping would happen? That I’d catch a whiff of your cunt and throw you down?”
She gasped at his dirty talk and pulled her head back to look him in the eye.
He was afraid he had crossed the line. But while she looked like she didn’t recognise him, her arousal was unmistakable.
Grinning wolfishly, he plunged a finger into her impossibly tight heat and, before she could adjust to the sudden intrusion, he quickly added a second. He curled both fingers inside her, and she made a sound that was half-moan, half-gasp. His thumb found her clit and ground against it.
She shuddered and leaned against him, her head slumping on her shoulder. Her grip on his cock tightened until it was almost painful. Her hand began to move, stroking from root to tip with a grip that quickly grew slick with his precum.
The wet sounds of her hand on his shaft and his fingers in her cunt filled the kitchen.
Minerva stared at his massive cock in her hand, her breath ragged. "Just this once," she repeated, even as her grip tightened, her hips rocking against his fingers.
"Just this once," he replied, struggling to hold back a smile. Now that she had opened this door, there was no way he was going to let her close it again.
She pushed him away from her and, for a moment, he was afraid she might have seen through him, but then she sank to her knees before him.
“Just this once,” she said again, this time clearly trying to convince herself. Harry didn’t care to reply this time, enraptured by the feel of her hot breath hitting the head of his cock in short, sharp bursts. "Jush… thish… onsh," she whispered, the words half lost in the wet heat of her open mouth as her lips stretched around him, the thick crown pushing past her teeth, and she took him in.
“Oh fuck!” Harry groaned, his hips bucking forward before he could stop himself. Her mouth was hot and sloppy, her tongue working the underside of his shaft in slow, deliberate strokes. Strands of spit slicked his length, dripping down her chin in glistening threads that flicked onto his balls. She bobbed her head, taking more of him with each descent, her throat fluttering against the tip.
He pulled her robes up higher, baring her arse and the soaked heat of her cunt to the hot rays of sunlight. He pulled her off his cock, first to remove her robes in their entirety, then to position her on top of him as he lay right on the kitchen table.
“Mmm, such a greedy boy,” Minerva chuckled huskily at his eagerness.
She returned her mouth to his cock as he happily buried his face between her plush thighs from below. The flat of his tongue dragged through her folds, lapping up the slick wetness that coated her there, and she moaned around his cock, the vibration shuddering through his shaft.
He sucked her clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking against the swollen nub while her juices smeared his chin. She was dripping, her cunt clenching around nothing as he ate her, and she pushed back against his face, grinding against his mouth while her own mouth worked his cock with desperate, hungry strokes.
Her mouth pulled off his cock. First he thought to catch her breath, but then she immediately began to spew hot, filthy words at him.
“Your mouth feels so good on my clit,” she groaned and ground her core against his face. “Shove your tongue inside. Deeper! Don’t stop!” She cried before throwing her face back down onto his cock.
Her hands cupped his balls, her soft palms struggling to hold the weight of them, and he felt the pressure building in his groin. He thrust into her mouth, shallow and fast, and she took it with ease, her throat opening for him, her tongue still working, hands still stroking and rubbing.
He came with a guttural groan, thick ropes of cum flooding her mouth. She swallowed, her throat working, but there was too much. Semen spilt over her lips, dripping down her chin and onto the table. She pulled back, gasping, her face slick with his seed, and she looked back at him over the curve of her hefty, swaying ass cheeks, dark eyes wild with hunger.
Then her mouth was on his balls, sloppy kisses pressed to the taut skin, her wet tongue dragging over each heavy orb. "Look at the size of them," she murmured against the skin, her voice thick and wretched. "So much seed. I seem to have found a most virile young stud."
Her worshipful words made him groan. He wanted to bring her over the edge with his mouth, but the need to be inside her overwhelmed him.
Getting off the table, Harry rolled her onto her back and spread her legs wide. He lined her up with his cock, the fat head pressing against her entrance, and she gasped, her hands flying to his shoulders.
“Do it,” she breathed. “Stretch me. Claim me. Make me yours~”
He pushed.
Her cunt resisted at first. It was tight and hot, and it took a minute, but eventually the head popped through. She cried out, her back arching off the table. He sank deeper, thick inch by thick inch, her walls clenching and fluttering around his girth, trying to accommodate him. Her pussy was so wet it squelched, her juices splattering his thighs when he eventually bottomed out, his balls pressing tightly against her arse.
“Ah! Oooohhh~”
“You’re so fucking tight, Professor,” he groaned.
“OH!” Mentioning her title, reminding her of her dynamic with him, the responsibility she had over him, brought her over the edge before he could even begin thrusting. "Ohhh fuck! Harry! Mmmph… don’t stop! Keep pounding me-!”
He followed her instructions at first, picking up speed as her cunt fluttered around his cock, but when he felt his balls tighten, he clenched his abdominal muscles, refusing to cum twice in such quick succession.
“What… Ahh… are you waiting for?” When she came back down slightly, Minerva wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging demandingly into his arse. “Move, you brat. Mmmph…” She closed her eyes briefly as her pussy fluttered again before opening them with an aggressive heat. “Fuck me.”
He gave her a strained smile and twisted her nipple, making her quiver against him. “You always were my most demanding teacher,” he muttered before pulling back and slamming home.
His pelvis clapped against her core, the sound wet and obscene. He did it again, harder, and her tits bounced, the heavy mounds jiggling so hard with every thrust her nipples brushed against her chin.
She was moaning now, a steady stream of unintelligible words, her nails raking down his back. He fucked her deep and fast, the room filling with the slap of skin and the wet suck of her cunt gripping his shaft.
“Yes! Yes! Right there… don’t stop-!”
He didn’t. But he did slow down a little.
"You’re squeezing me so fucking tight,” he groaned and reached for her tits, twisting her nipples sharply as though punishing her for the pleasure she had brought him. “Beg for it."
His demand was a diversion to cover up his need to slow down, to stem the sudden surge of cum roaring through his balls, waiting for nothing more than to seed his professor.
Minerva didn’t see through it. Instead, she followed his demand obediently.
"Please, sweet boy, wreck my cunt! Fill me up! Use me like your personal fucktoy~ AH!” She was cut off as he started fucking her harder than ever, her obedience making him lustful beyond reason. “FUCK YES!"
He slammed into her, thrusting back and forth with force greater than before. He leaned over her, pressing his face into her wobbling globes, and she brought her hands up, stroking his hair as she pressed his face deeper into her breasts. As his mouth closed around one of her protruding nipples, his hands reached beneath her, and he gripped her ass, fingers sinking into the fat cheeks as his cock stretched her soaked pussy with each slam into her.
“Yessss~” Her voice slurred as she reached her second peak, and Harry grinned triumphantly against her tit.
He pounded her through her orgasm, her cunt milking him, and this time, when he felt his balls clench and rise, his own release building, he buried himself to the hilt and let go.
Thick jets of cum flooded her channel, pulsing against her cervix. She screamed into the top of his head, curling herself beneath him and pushing his face so deep into her breasts he could no longer breathe.
But he didn’t care.
Compared to every other way he had almost been killed, this was a heavenly way to die.
Her body locked up, and he felt her sopping cunt clench around him almost deliberately, drawing every last drop. Cum leaked out around his shaft, dripping down her arse and onto the floor between his feet.
Slowly, gasping for breath, he pulled out, cock still hard and glistening with their mixed fluids. Minerva was panting, her gorgeous face flushed, and her cunt gaping and leaking white with his thick seed.
But her eyes, those beautiful dark eyes, were still hungry for him.
“I want you again,” she huffed, chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath. “My arse. Now.”
His eyebrows shot up. He hadn’t even fantasised about this.
Who knew his Head of House could be so filthy?
He flipped her around, so her fat tits were pancaked against the table, and hauled her hips up. Her arse was magnificent, wide, pale, jiggling with every movement. He spread her cheeks, exposing the tight pink pucker that was waiting for him there.
It was already slick.
“Did you prepare yourself for me?” He smirked. “Were you lubing yourself up when I was getting a glass of water?” Minerva looked back at him over her shoulder and nodded meekly. “You dirty old slut.”
Minerva sucked in a breath and turned away from him quickly, burying her face in her arms.
Chuckling, he studied her broad, quivering mounds for a moment, enjoying the way her breath quickened as he did so, and ground his cock between her thick thighs, pressing hard against her cunt that was still leaking his cum onto the floor.
“Harry, please don’t keep me- Ah!”
He interrupted her begging with a sharp slap on her fat, bouncy rump while she ground back against him. The crack echoed as her flesh rippled against his abs. "Fuck, that fat arse looks perfect when it bounces." He squeezed both cheeks hard, fingers digging in before another smack landed on the other cheek. "Take it."
“I need you~” Minerva moaned as she bounced her meaty cheeks against him. “Please, my sweet boy, don’t make me wait~”
Harry would be lying if he said the sound of her usually authoritative voice begging for him, and the loving term of endearment she had seemed to settle on, “sweet boy”, wasn’t effective against him.
He bent over her back and pressed an affectionate kiss to the soft skin between her shoulder blades, and he relished how her breath hitched, smirking against her skin.
“Breathe, Minnie,” he whispered, taking mercy on her.
She did, and he pushed.
Her slick rim stretched, impossibly tight around his girth. She whimpered, her fingers struggling to find purchase against the polished mahogany of the table. He sank deeper, her arse swallowing his girth inch by inch. She was so tight it almost hurt, her walls gripping him like a vice.
“Oh… oh, fuck-” Her broken voice was whispering, her accent thick. “So big… so bloody big-”
"Fuuuck… ngh..." His breaths came in short bursts while he worked deeper. When he finally bottomed out in her guts, his hips flush against her arse, and he held there for a minute, letting her adjust. "Hah... that fat arse feels so good around me...”
“Hmmm~” Minerva crooned.
Then he started to move. Slow at first, then faster, her arse clapping against him with every thrust, the jiggle of her cheeks mesmerising. She was moaning into her arms, her body trembling, and he reached around to touch her clit, rubbing the swollen nub in time with his thrusts.
He reached under her with his other arm, pulling her up against him so he could fondle her breasts, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he thrust harder and harder into her.
"Fuck, Professor… these tits are the perfect handholds to fuck. your. arse." He punctuated each word with a hard thrust.
"Ooohhh, baby~” She whimpered helplessly. "Your cock is…Mmmph! Too big! Mmmhh… squeeze my teats, Harry… please~”
He did so, more than happy to follow that request and enjoyed her massive breasts with eager vigour. But as he did so, his eyes were unable to stray from her incredible ass.
The heavy flesh there quivered from the force of each deep stroke, and the meaty cheeks spread and slapped together with every impact, echoing off the walls like a round of applause, the fat there dimpling every time it was squeezed against his pelvis.
He couldn’t decide where to focus his attention. He was as obsessed with her ass as he was with her tits.
“Gonna fill this tight arse,” he growled against her sweaty neck. “Gonna fill you up.”
“Do it… please, sweet boy, fill me up-!”
He slammed deep and erupted, hot cum flooding her bowels. Her rim spasmed and clenched around his shaft, milking him, and he groaned, his hips jerking with every pulse. When he finally pulled out, her hole gaped, a trickle of white leaking down her thigh.
He didn’t give her time to recover.
Instead, he grabbed her hair and pulled her off the table. Her trembling legs couldn’t carry her, and she all but collapsed onto her knees. Tugging her head back, he pressed his cock, still slick from her pussy, her lubed-up arse, and two rounds of his cum, to her lips.
“Open,” he demanded. Minerva whined, shaking her head. Harry gritted his teeth and tightened his hold on her hair. “Open!” Minerva’s glistening eyes looked up at him pitifully, and her lower lip quivered in an adorable pout, but she obeyed and opened her mouth, wagging her tongue in the air like a red carpet for him to lay his cock upon.
Her sopping maw closed around his shaft, and she sucked, her tongue cleaning every inch of him, moaning whorishly as she did so.
He watched her taste herself, her arse and his cum, and her eyes fluttered with renewed arousal, as though turned on by her own filthiness. She was exhausted, her body trembling, but she sucked him like she couldn’t get enough. She was as turned on by the depravity of the action as he was.
“Dirty old bitch,” he murmured. “Tasting your own arse off your student’s cock.”
She whined helplessly around him, the vibration sending a jolt through his shaft. His balls were growing heavy again, and he knew he needed to cum once more or he wouldn’t be satisfied.
He pulled out of her hot little mouth, his cock glistening with her spit, and picked up her curvy, voluptuous form and laid her down on the table again, right on her back.
“Harry… I can’t…” Minerva protested weakly. “You tired me out, my sweet thing…”
Her terms of endearment, bordering on maternal, were only making him hotter.
“Your tits then,” he grunted. He waved his wand over her chest, and a layer of oil appeared to join the half-dried spit there as lubrication. “Push them together.”
Minerva did so immediately, and when he joined her on the table and put a leg on each side of her torso, she pressed the heavy mounds around his shaft. He thrust, his cock sliding through her cleavage, and the slick head, already leaking with precum, emerged between her collarbones and prodded her chin.
“Naughty boy.” She gave him a fond, almost indulgent smile, and Harry found he didn’t mind the faint touch of condescension because she then tilted her face down and opened her mouth, allowing the head of his cock to be stroked by the hot moisture of her tongue.
Groaning at the myriad of sensations he was experiencing, he reached down, wanting her to experience pleasure as well. Though she was already spent, when he pinched and rolled her nipples, Minerva gasped, and her hips bucked against nothing.
“Such perfect tits,” he groaned. “Every inch of you is perfect. I should thank those healers. They made you perfect for my cock.”
Minerva moaned loudly around his cock head at that, as though the demeaning suggestion was the hottest thing she had ever heard. She pressed her huge tits together even tighter around his slick cock while he thrust between them.
"Look at these big teats swallowing your tadger,” Minerva said huskily, her accent thickening. “Fuck them harder. Empty those fat bollocks all over me!"
"You feel incredible wrapped around me, Professor.” Harry grinned wolfishly down at her. “Nngh… I'm getting close. You’re fucking perfect for coaxing loads out of me, aren’t you?”
“Yessss~” She hissed and looked up at him with sultry eyes. "Please cum for me. Cum on me. Paint my face and these teats. Mark me! I want your thick load all over me!"
Her desperate words made his balls clench. They weren’t as heavy as before, the next load likely his last for hours at least, but he still clenched his abdomen, wanting to draw it out.
"Beg louder,” he demanded.
He fucked her tits faster, the friction slick with sweat and her earlier juices. Minerva seemed to sense he was on the brink, so she pressed them even tighter together, almost crushing her plush flesh around his stiff rod. Her tongue flickered out to lick the slit at the head every time it emerged as she spoke utter filth at him, doing her best to push him over the edge.
"Please, baby, give me that hot cum. Cover my face, my breasts… mark your dirty old teacher with your seed! I need it, my sweet boy. I want everyone to smell you on me! To know who owns me-!"
“Argh!” The pressure built, balls clenching against the soft skin of her stomach, and he pulled back, his cock pulsing, and he stroked fast. “Fucking take it!”
He erupted.
Thick ropes of cum splashed across her face, cheeks, lips, and her chin, before splattering over her tits, painting those hefty mounds white. She gasped, her tongue darting out to catch every drop, and looked up at him when he was done, her face a mess of semen and sweat.
“Such a stud~” she whispered, her voice wrecked.
Her hands finally stopped pressing her tits around him, releasing him from their tight hold, and she began to rub his load into her skin like it was a moisturiser.
The sight of his venerable professor acting so slutty made arousal stir in his gut, but his balls were fully drained, and his cock was finally spent.
He rolled off the table and slumped into his seat at the head of the table, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. The kitchen smelled of sex, sweat and cum and her.
He imagined what Kreacher would say when he summoned him to clean up later and air the room out, and his lips twitched.
He waved his wand and a glass of water was filled at the counter before floating toward him. He took a long drink and looked at her, studying how her tits were still glistening with his release. The exhausted witch was dozing lightly on the table, her bombastic body bared openly.
He grinned proudly at tiring her out.
Waving his wand again, Harry cleaned his cum and her juices from her skin and mouth, along with all the lube, and freshened her breath. The various sensations made her eyes open lazily, but she only truly woke up when he floated her through the air towards him.
“Young man-” She began sternly, but was cut off when he pulled her down into his lap with a firm hand at the small of her back, and brought her mouth down to his, crashing them together in a deep, hungry kiss. His tongue pushed past her lips, wet and insistent, full of the same greedy need that had driven him earlier.
He pulled away with an open smile before ducking his head down to her chest, his lips closing around her nipple. She breathed a laugh and relaxed on top of him, her fingers running through his hair with affection.
“Greedy wee calf,” she murmured, her Scottish burr thick with exhaustion.
He pulled back, grinning. “You only have yourself to blame, Professor. You started it.”
“You Potters and your cheek!” She laughed, the sound breaking apart as she tried to form the words. “Oh, alright then. Just this…”
But the last word wouldn’t come.
Instead, she shook her head and smiled down at him with loving affection. Her hand, still stroking his hair, pulled him back to her chest, offering her other breast to his mouth, urging him without words to suck on the nipple there.
The tension that had brewed between them for weeks had dissolved into the sweltering summer air, along with the words she breathed into his hair:
“My sweet boy~”
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