Chapter 35: Almost Perfect (Deleted Scene)

*The Perfect Girl: Chapter 35 (Deleted Scene)*

She squealed in laughter again when Draco shoved her backwards onto the bed, watching with a smirk as she crawled backwards several inches on her elbows along the white sheets before raising a seductive eyebrow and curling her finger beckoningly at him with a playful smile.

Draco stood exactly where he was and watched with heavy-lidded eyes as she got up into a kneeling position on the bed and slowly began to strip off her shirt first, leaving her soft, creamy skin under the mercy of his lustful gaze.

Tossing the shirt at his face, Jaimee laughed when he growled irritably and flung the offending garment to the floor. His eyes narrowed even more in impatience and he felt his arousal harden when she bent forward on her knees into a crawling position – purposely exposing the tops of her breasts shown from her seductive black bra.

Smirking mischievously at him, she slowly began to unzip her pants next – rolling them down each long, smooth leg before flinging them carelessly to the floor and leaving the rest of her luscious body exposed to her husband’s feasting eyes.

“My god…You’re beautiful…”

Draco surprised himself when he heard his voice come out in a raspy whisper. He watched with deep panting breaths as Jaimee smiled coyly at him again before stretching out her entire body on the bed, giving Draco a good view of her arse as exposed by her low cut lingerie.

“You little tease…” He growled out, his own hands finally reaching up and beginning to unbutton his collar impatiently as he continued to watch his delectable wife trailing her own hands over herself as she stretched in an obvious attempt to drive him crazy.

She gave him a sexy grin and sat up into a crawling position again, crawling her away across the bed towards him with the ease and stealth of a female tiger. Draco couldn’t prevent the groan that escaped his lips at the lustful sight, his arousal hardening even more until it was straining painfully against the fabric of his pants.

Harry saw this and smirked knowingly, kneeling on the edge of the bed in front of his standing form and removing his hands from his shirt buttons, continuing the task of unbuttoning them for him. His hands had moved down to touch her but she slapped them away, causing him to curse under his breath and shoot her a furious glare.

“What—”

She shook her head at him and gave him another Slytherin-like smirk, her green eyes narrowing at his impatiently clenched jaw. “I’m in charge tonight…Malfoy.” She drawled loudly and the authoritativeness he heard in her voice reminded him exactly who he had married – she was Harry Potter alright. And somehow he knew he was never going to forget that after tonight.

Draco bit his lip to keep from moaning out loud as her hands finally slid inside his open shirt and trailed down the firm muscles of his chest and abdomen, the tips of her nails trailing so fleetingly against his skin that he felt he was going to die from pleasure.

“G—god…H—Harry…Please…”

She heard the desperation in his whisper and she leaned forward, using her lips and teeth to trail along the very path her fingers had made along his chest. Draco face flushed and Harry had to slap his hands away again when he had involuntarily grabbed at her arse before he settled for running them up and down her back instead.

A sharp gasp escaped his lips when she bit down on a patch of skin just below his collarbone, licking at the small red mark before she continued to kiss downward, her hands slowly slipping his button-down shirt off his shoulders.

Once the garment had fallen to the floor, she began kissing a trail down his stomach until she reached his belt, to which she grinned and looked back up to see Draco’s eyes hardened into steely silver with uncontrollable lust. Before he could say anything, she easily undid his belt and yanked it off, holding it up playfully in her hands.

“I’ll just hold onto this for awhile…” She commented lightly, slipping the belt around her neck before she busied herself with unbuttoning his trousers – taking her own sweet time in pulling the zipper down to free his bulging arousal.

Draco hissed when her fingers brushed against him and he gritted his teeth as she threw his pants down to the floor and began teasing her fingers along the waistband of his boxers. Looking up and giving him a grin, Draco finally growled and snapped out loud in his frustration.

“Damn it, Potter! Stop teasing – OH GOD!”

His words dissolved into nonsensical gasps and moans as she slid his boxers down and took his entire length into her mouth, her eyes flicking up and watching as Draco’s face flushed deep red and his eyes darkened with lust.

He kept his gaze trained on her and watched breathlessly as she caressed him and teased him over and over again with her lips, earning herself several satisfying whimpers and incoherent sounds from her normally eloquent and sophisticated husband.

Draco’s hands snaked their way into her hair and he entangled his fingers within the silky, black strands, his eyes never leaving her face. When his hands began to travel insistently to her breasts, Harry pulled away and finally yanked him down onto the bed with her, pressing him down onto his back with both her hands. When Draco looked as though he was about to struggle against her, she used the belt she still had around her neck and tied his hands to the bedposts, causing the former Slytherin to growl loudly and struggle against the holds.

Jaimee leaned down and muffled his angry words with another kiss, hoisting herself over him until she was straddling him between her legs. Draco hips bucked up involuntarily at this and he groaned again, his eyes narrowed as he glared at her smirking face.

“Patience, love…I know you like to be in control but I think it’s about time I taught you how I do things.” She told him in an amused voice, waiting until Draco’s struggles had ceased before she continued her ministrations again.

Taking pity on him, she reached behind her and unbuttoned her bra, tossing the garment over the side of the bed and allowing Draco to stare hungrily at her gorgeous breasts. His eyes spoke of such an intense, growing desire that she gasped in surprise when the former Slytherin’s hands began to struggle very violently against the belt that tied them together.

Somehow sensing that she was running out of time, she leaned down and took him into her mouth once more, inciting Draco to struggle even more as the headboard began to rock dangerously from his impressive strength. When his struggles stopped for a moment and she heard him whimpering her name, she finally pulled away and leaned back up to straddle him again.

Leaning down and meeting his lips in a sensuous kiss that left both their tongues battling fiercely with the other’s, Jaimee finally gave in, unhooked her underwear and impaled herself against his long, hard length. She heard him moaning against their intertwined lips, his hands beginning to struggle wildly again as he longed to wrap them around her waist.

She placed her hands flat on his chest and steadied herself carefully before very slowly beginning to move against him, eliciting more agonizing sounds of pleasure and impatience from her very agitated husband.

Draco pulled away from their kiss and watched her as she rode him with deliberate slowness, her own breaths coming in shallow gasps and her eyes dilated with pleasure. Her ample breasts moved seductively with her movements – driving him absolutely crazy with lust as he watched her, wanting nothing more than to wrap his arms around her beautiful body and drive himself into her again and again until she was screaming his name.

They stayed like this for several minutes, her pace steadily increasing and driving him even more over the edge, especially when the headboard behind them began to creak noisily in time with her faster movements and she had leaned down to lick and bite at his neck.

Draco nearly yelled out loud in frustration when she began to moan softly and closed her eyes, her hips now moving at a frantic pace that impaled him inside her body over and over again. His name whispered from her half-open lips had been the last straw for him and with every ounce of strength he had, he finally yanked his hands and violently snapped the belt holding them loose, causing Jaimee to stop her movements and blink at him in shock.

“H-How?!”

She was answered by a fierce, angry growl before he had roughly flipped them over and pinned her arms up over her head, shoving himself into her with a harsh, punishing thrust. She screamed his name out loud at this and he silenced her by clamping his lips over hers, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and hungrily devouring her taste.

He thrust violently into her several times as though in punishment, causing the headrest of the bed to bang noisily even more against the wall at their wild movements. She moaned and whimpered loudly when he leaned down to kiss, suck and lick hungrily at her breasts – lavishing enough attention on each nipple until they had both grown tender and sensitive to the slightest touch.

His hands moved down to squeeze her arse tightly and he used this position to yank her hips in time with his thrusts, silently urging her to wrap her legs around his waist. Once she had done this, Draco suddenly surprised her when he stopped his movements entirely and looked down at her, his face flushed with raw desire and exertion.

She looked back up at him in surprised silence, watching as he slowly lowered himself and caught her lips in a gentle, loving kiss as opposed to his usual demanding urgency. The hands he had used to grip her arse loosened and he moved one of them up instead to caress her face.

“I love you…”

He smiled at her as soon as the words had left his mouth, watching as she looked up and smiled back at him, reaching her arms up to wrap them around the nape of his neck.

“I love you too…”

As he bent back down and began to trail soft kisses along her breasts, she pressed her hands against the warm, flushed skin of his back and closed her eyes as his thrusts grew from hard and rough to deep and lingeringly slow – hitting that sweet spot inside her over and over again until she was sobbing and crying out his name.

Draco didn’t stop, however, and continued to lavish her with sweet kisses all over her body, thrusting in gently again and again until the entire room around her had dimmed into total blackness and she could see nothing else except the beautiful silver of his eyes.

Even after she had already come screaming his name, he continued to thrust inside her, lingering over her endlessly and worshiping her entire body with his own. He had bent down and kissed at her neck when she began to tremble and whimper again – already feeling herself about to explode once more just minutes after the first time.

He pulled back and watched the emotions of pleasure and love flitting over her beautiful, flushed face over and over again, his efforts never ceasing as Jaimee reached her second, third and even fourth climax in his arms until eventually, she was pleading with him to join her.

She looked imploringly up at him and pulled his face down in another kiss. Her entire body felt weak, sore and exhausted when she pulled away from him but she met his steady gaze easily, noting that his jaw was clenched in exertion and he was fighting desperately to keep himself from exploding.
As he continued to thrust deep into her, she reached up and stroked his cheek, bringing his eyes down to look at the smile on her face. At this point, she couldn’t tell how many times she had said the next three words to him but it seemed that Draco needed her to say it each time almost as much as he needed her to say she loved him.

“Let it go.”

With that, the pace of his thrusts picked up and he began thrusting hard and fast into her again and again, easily bringing her over the edge once more and this time – taking himself along with her. When she came for the fifth time that night and screamed her throat sore, Draco gave one last deep plunge into her before he finally came – achingly moaning out her name and trembling violently as he spilled every last bit of himself into her willing body.

Utterly and completely spent, he collapsed on top of her and rolled them over so that she was lying cradled against his chest. He was still inside her when he pulled the white blanket over their exhausted, aching bodies.

*End of Deleted Scene*