Clean Up

They finished their meal, and the air grew heavy with anticipation. Ginny's breath hitched as Draco leaned over, his eyes on her breasts. "We should clean up," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "We wouldn't want to attract any unwanted visitors."

Ginny nodded, her eyes never leaving his. They both knew what was coming. As they cleared the remains of their dinner, their hands brushed together, sending a jolt of electricity through them. It was impossible to ignore the magnetic pull between them. The island's magic had turned their basic need for survival into a battle against their own desires.

They made their way to the nearby stream to wash up. The cool water felt like a balm against their feverish skin, a momentary respite from the relentless heat of the day. Draco's eyes followed her as she bent down to scoop up water, her breasts swaying with the motion. She could feel his gaze on her, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

She straightened up, a droplet of water trailed down her chest, catching Draco's eye. He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to trace the path it had taken. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, a stark contrast to the feral need that had consumed them earlier.

Ginny's breath caught in her throat as she felt his hand cup her breast, his thumb flicking over the hardened peak of her nipple. "Draco," she breathed, but she didn't push him away. Instead, she leaned into his touch, her body betraying her.

He stepped closer, the water splashing around them as he dipped his head to claim her mouth once more. The kiss was gentle at first, almost tender, but it quickly grew more demanding as the magic of the island began to take hold again. Ginny's hands found his cock, already hard and eager, stroking it in time with the beat of their hearts.

Draco picked her up effortlessly, the water rushing around her legs as he carried her to the edge of the stream. He laid her down on the soft, mossy ground, the coolness of the earth a shock to her overheated skin. His mouth trailed down her neck, kissing and nipping, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.

Ginny's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt his teeth graze her collarbone. She arched her back, pushing her breasts into his face, begging for more. He took the hint, sucking and teasing her nipples until she was writhing beneath him. His hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her as if he were trying to memorize the feel of her skin.

A) Mating Press

B) Doggystyle

C) Cowgirl

D) Sea creature watches. (Mermaid?)