The Only One

Disclaimer: The whole Harry Potter world is the wonderful creation of J.K.Rowling, I'm just having fun with it for my own entertainment.

I'm the only one who has ever seen how angelic she is with her long, fiery red hair spread out on the pillow in soft waves, how soft her freckled porcelain, silky skin is, how it is to run my hands along her slim, slender body. I'm the only one who is allowed to get drunk from her fresh flowery scent.

I'm the only one she saves a different smile for, who knows how sexy she can be while biting her soft, pink, bottom lip. Only I know how it is to kiss those warm lips and to graze my tongue against hers, her hands running through my hair. Only I have ever felt her sigh, giving in to passion, need, and desire.

I'm the only one who knows this other side of her. The side in which she looses control, giving in to the heat of her emotions. I'm the only one who knows how painfully good it is to feel her grind against me, who has seen her almond shaped, emerald eyes darkened with lust, begging for more. I'm the only one who knows what it's like to hear her breath hitch and her heartbeat quicken. Only I know that she often wears lacey, seductive lingerie under her school uniform, that her body looks deliciously stunning and hot.

I'm the only one who has memorized all of her sweet spots, who knows where to lick, nip, touch, squeeze, bite, suck, and caress to make shivers run down her spine. I'm the only one who knows how to turn her on and make her wet.

Only I have ever felt her nipple harden between my lips, who knows how warm and soft her center is, how with simply two of my fingers and I can make her say anything that pleases me. Only I have ever heard her moan and felt her warm breath in my ear seductively whispering, "don't stop." I'm the only one who has ever given her this sweet torture. Only I know what she tastes like or how to send her into bliss with a flick of my tongue. I'm the only one who has seen her thrash around, grabbing the sheets, my hair, not able to contain the pleasure I can give her.

I'm the only who has felt her hands gently sliding down my torso, tracing designs and making me shiver with anticipation, who knows how long one of her hickeys lasts on my chest. Only I know what it's like to feel her hand wrap around my manhood…how amazingly addictive her strokes are. I'm the only one she licks and teases until I can't take it anymore and I'm the only one she puts in her mouth, making her lips glide along and giving flicks with her tongue, making me pant and growl, feeling pleasure rushing through my veins.

I'm the only one who can hover above her, watching her body tremble with desire, who gets to see her spread her legs and rolling her hips, begging for entrance. I'm the only who can penetrate her, who feels how tight and hot she is, who sees her close her eyes and arch her back with a long moan. Only I get to combine with her to form one.

I'm the only one who sinks into her, deeper and faster to satisfy her calls, "more…more…" Only I get to feel her nails digging into my back and her long, slim legs wrapping against my waist to meet my ever-increasing thrusts. Only I get to see beads of sweat forming on her forehead, who can feel the heat radiating from our bodies. I'm the only one who knows when she is about to go over the edge, who hears her cry out my name, and feels her contractions as she slips away into heaven pulling me to my limit as I closely follow her.

I'm the only one who sees her breathing slowing down, her eyes still closed, a smile on her lips, her body glowing. Only I can bring her such blissful peace. I'm the only one who can kiss her forehead and wrap my arms around her as she cuddles up close to me, slowly drifting off to sleep…