They stood face to face, the space between them charged with a quiet electricity.
Gilderoy removed her woollen jacket, then his fingers found the ties of Amelia's robe next, his thumbs brushing the soft fabric as he loosened the knot.
The robe slipped from her shoulders in a slow, deliberate cascade, pooling at her feet like a dark waterfall. He paused, his eyes drinking in the sight of her bare shoulders, the rise and fall of her breasts, the gentle curve of her waist.
Amelia's hands moved to remove his own thick coat, then his shirt, each button yielding under her fingertips with a soft click. She lingered on the second button, feeling the heat of his skin through the thin cotton, then moved to the third and the fourth until the shirt hung open, revealing the hard planes of his chest and the lines of his abdomen. She pushed the fabric aside, letting it fall to the floor.
He reached for her bra next, his thumbs finding the clasp. With a practiced flick, he released it, and the lace fell away, exposing her large breasts and nipples, already taut, pink peaks begging for attention.
Gilderoy's hands slid to the waistband of his trousers. He tugged them down slowly, inch by inch, watching Amelia's eyes follow the movement. The fabric slipped over his hips, revealing the thick length of his cock, already half erect. He stepped out of the pooling fabric, standing naked before her, his body a study in tension and desire.
Amelia's gaze roamed over him, appreciating the breadth of his shoulders, the defined ridge of his abdomen, the way his cock throbbed heavy against his thigh, slick with anticipation.
"You're fucking hot," she whispered, her voice husky.
He leaned in, his forehead brushing hers. "You're not so bad yourself," he replied, his breath warm against her skin.
Their lips met in a kiss that began soft and tentative, then deepened as their tongues slid together, tasting each other's mouths. They stood there for a while, simply enjoying the feeling of kissing each other, the world outside fading into nothing.
Gilderoy guided her to the large four-poster bed, his mouth never leaving hers. He helped Amelia lie face down on the cool linen sheets, then rose to retrieve the crystal bottle of amber oil from the nightstand, its contents catching the lamplight that hung magically in the air.
"What are you doing?"
"Shh." Gilderoy put his finger against her lips, silencing her.
He poured a generous amount onto his palms, rubbing them together until the oil warmed, then placed his hands on the nape of her neck. His thumbs pressed into the tight muscles there, kneading with firm, rhythmic pressure. Amelia sighed, a low sound that seemed to vibrate through the mattress.
"That feels incredible," she murmured, her eyes half-closed.
Gilderoy's smile was silent as he worked his way down her spine, kneading and pinching muscles. He poured more oil onto her back, the liquid glistening as it trailed down her skin, the scent of sandalwood rising with each movement. His hands glided over her shoulder blades, pressing into the dense muscle, feeling the tension melt away under his touch.
He lingered on the small of her back, his thumbs making slow circles that drew out soft moans from her. Amelia's breathing deepened, her body sinking further into the mattress as the heat of the oil seeped into her skin, making every nerve tingle.
"Ahhhhh," Amelia moaned as she felt her muscles relax under his touch.
"How do you feel, miss?"
"Keep going, Gilderoy. Ahhh, don't stop."
Gilderoy leaned forward and began to work the oil into her hips and thighs. His palms pressed firmly, spreading the slickness, his fingers digging into the flesh of her arse, pinching and massaging every part of her glutes and making Amelia sigh with relief. "Ohhhh"
"Turn around. I need to do your front."
Amelia turned her body to lie on her back. Gilderoy poured oil onto his palms, rubbing them together, and then began massaging her hands and arms.
"Ummmm." Amelia couldn't stop moaning with the amount of pleasure Gilderoy was giving her. "Okay. You are the best boyfriend ever."
"Thank you."
"Though from your comment, I need to ask you something."
"Ask away directly, my man."
"Was I the only boyfriend I had?"
Amelia grinned at his question. "Yes, you are the only boyfriend I've ever had."
"Really?"
"Yes. I never focused on romance, only on studies. Until you came, of course."
Gilderoy grinned at her statement. "Then it was my pleasure gaining your attraction, my lady."
"You are a handsome hunk, sire. Don't sell yourself short."
Gilderoy grinned and quickly leaned forward, stealing a quick kiss from Amelia, then continued his massage. His hands moved towards her large breasts as he started kneading them softly, releasing her tension.
"Uhhh," Amelia moaned." Like my breasts, do you?"
"You know I do."
Gilderoy's hands moved towards her nipples, oiling and pinching them, making her moan more.
Amelia felt they were venturing into pleasure territory and decided to try massaging Gilderoy to return the favour. She had never massaged anyone before.
"Gil, now your turn." Amelia stopped him and patted the bed beside her. "Lay here. I'll try to do the same to you."
Rolling onto his back, Gilderoy settled onto the mattress, his chest rising and falling with each steady breath. Amelia straddled him, the warmth of her core pressing against his back as she reached for the oil bottle. She poured a liberal amount onto his broad shoulders, the liquid catching the light as it slid down his skin.
She warmed the oil between her palms, then began at his neck, her fingers sinking into the tight cords of muscle that ran from his skull to his shoulders. She kneaded with a feeling the muscles beneath her fingertips.
"You can go a little harder."
Amelia applied more pressure, hearing Gilderoy's request. His breath hitched, a low groan escaping his lips as she worked her way down his spine, harder this time.
"Feels good?" she asked, her voice a teasing whisper.
"Ahh! Amy, you are doing great! That's it. That's the pressure. Are you sure you haven't done this before?"
Her hands traced the ridges of his back, feeling the solidity of his shoulders, the flare of his lats, the subtle dip of his lower back. She lingered on the small of his back, her thumbs pressing and pinching, drawing out a deep, satisfied sigh from him.
Amelia's eyes moved to her boyfriend's tight arse.
"Mmm, I love your bum. It seems exercising daily has its perks."
She moved lower, her palms gliding over his arse as she enjoyed kneading his firm cheeks for a while.
She then moved to another area, spreading the oil over his thighs, her fingers digging into the hamstrings before tracing the line of his calves and massaging away any lingering tension. Every stroke was deliberate, each touch a silent conversation of desire and admiration.
When she reached his feet, she lifted one, massaging the arch with her thumbs, then the other, eliciting a soft shiver from him.
"Hey! Don't tickle. I'm ticklish there."
Amelia giggled.
Gilderoy said, "Amy, why don't you lie down? I think we can do the second part of your massage."
Amelia, intrigued, rolled onto her back, spreading her legs slightly as Gilderoy positioned himself above her, his knees bracketing her hips. He poured more oil onto his chest and her stomach, the liquid creating a slick, shimmering layer that made their skin glide against each other with almost no resistance.
He lowered himself, his chest pressing against hers, their nipples brushing, sending electric jolts through both of them. He began a slow, undulating motion, sliding his torso down her body, the oil making every movement smooth and sensual. His abdomen glided over her navel, his hips rocking gently, his cock leaving a wet trail across her stomach as it slid to her thighs.
Amelia arched her back, pushing her hips up to meet his descent, feeling the hard length of his cock press against her mound, slick and inviting. She moaned, a low, throaty sound that seemed to echo in the quiet room.
He continued the body slide, moving his body down her thighs, his calves brushing against hers, the oil making the contact silky. When he reached her feet, he reversed the motion, sliding back up her body, his chest dragging over her breasts, his nipples teasing hers as he went.
"Ah…" she breathed, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
His hands gripping her shoulders firmly, guiding the rhythm. The sensation of his cock sliding between her thighs, then up to rub against her clit with each upward pass, drove her higher. She lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist, pulling him closer, feeling the heat of his cock press against her entrance with each thrust of their bodies.
Gilderoy suddenly flipped her onto her stomach, positioning himself behind her. He poured more oil onto her bare back, her arse, and his chest, then slid his torso against hers, sliding his length along the cleft of her arse. The oil made the contact slick, each movement sending shivers up her spine.
She pushed her hips back, meeting his forward motion, feeling his cock glide between her cheeks, the head catching briefly on her tight entrance before slipping away again. She moaned louder, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he continued the slow, relentless slide, his hands roaming over her sides, squeezing her waist, pulling her deeper into the rhythm.
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