“we won, Hermione,” Harry said to me, returning from the quidditch game.
We were alone in the Grayfindor common room. I was busy finishing his homework so i couldn’t attend the game.
“Thanks for doing my homework,” he said heading to where I was seated. “With all the quidditch practice, I couldn’t have done it myself.”
I stood up. Sweaty and smelly, he towered above me. Suddenly I felt so aroused by his smell that I drew close to him. He looked down at me. A drop of his sweat fall on my face. It burned a hole where it fell. Passion flared up between my legs. My girlhood overpowered my brain. As if in a trance, I tiptoed to pull myself up and licked a streak of sweat running down his face.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bf9xa3/taste_of_quidditch