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Squirm	By : Alcoholic_Rootbeer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 28992 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Watching her shiver above me, lips parted, eyes closed while I tease her clit with my thumb is nothing short of mesmerizing. I'd often dream, in my youth, of having a girl in this very position, straddling my waist in a tub full of water while my fingers work leisurely in and out of her. Today, my fantasy becomes a reality. Soapy foam drips out the sides of the bathtub as Hermione rides my fingers, moving her hips in time with each curl of them inside her scrumptious cunt. Her tits bounce in my face, wet and tantalizing. They're pert and pink from my tongue and the excessive lavishment I've bestowed upon them, nipples so taut I could capture them with my teeth at will.
"Draco."
And there's her verbal mantra, given unto me time and time again, especially when I add more pressure against her clitoris. Her hands rest against the edge of the tub behind my head, giving her leverage to force my fingers deeper inside. Her skin glistens wet with water and sweat, giving her an ethereal glow while she rocks forward and back, forward and back. I can hear the desperation in her panting -she's close to the precipice, and I'm fighting the urge to push her off. No… I want to take my time with this. I haven't felt this lax around someone in years. I can feel the sharp sting of my darkness as its teeth seize my soul, torturing me to stir the anger within. But I won't give in… not now.
"Draco," she sighs again, licking her lower lip in lust, "I'm… so close… please…"
I said I didn't want to shove her off the precipice -what I meant, and still mean, is that I fully intend on letting her fall. But on her terms, and with me at the bottom, ready to catch her when she does decide to let go. I want, more than anything, for her to remember this small bit of who I am -the bit I'd forgotten still existed. Someone charming and witty and hopeful. Someone who doesn't want to bite the hand which feeds me, instead opting to give the same pleasure right back. I can't believe I've forgotten him; he's been trapped in the dark pit of despair for too long, afraid to look at the light in fear of what it might do to him.
"Give in," I whisper into her ear, licking against the shell between words, "I want you to quake from it. I want you to scream as loud as you want and remember this-"
"Mmh- God!" Hermione gasps, mewling louder and louder until her fingers find the back of my head and drive my face between her lush breasts just as her legs quiver around my thighs. Though I can't see them, I imagine her toes curling as she cries out, flushed with heat and waves through her pulsing core. "Draco… Draco… Draco…" Her chin rests on the top of my head, fingers still wrapped in my blond locks. Her tits heave around my face, and I kiss against her sternum, proud.
"That's only round one," I chuckle, scooting her backward in the water to rest my cock between her thighs. Her swollen pussy rests against my length, still throbbing in time with her heartbeat. I listen to her shallow breaths and soak them in like sunlight. For once, this demon isn't afraid of the light; I crave it.
"Can't… think…" she whispers, eyes still closed as a shiver runs down her spine. She quivers in my arms, a breathtaking sight to behold with her damp curls sticking to her chest, slightly covering her nipples.
I can't help what I say next; when life hands you lemons… "That has to be a first."
"Oh, shut it," she laughs, bringing her eyes open before grabbing my face and pulling me forward into a smothering kiss. The water laps at the sides of the tub, lukewarm now. Goosebumps ghost my flesh as I sit upright in the water, away from the warmth, and jerk her body against mine, forcing our pelvises against each other. My cock brushes against her clit, making her groan for more contact as our tongues meet, gentle and possessive. I can't remember the last time I've been gentle with a woman. Have I ever? Even in my youth?
I wonder what it will feel like, should I take her tenderly. Will it be boring? Will it stimulate parts of me I didn't know existed? Will it be one big let down? Can I even do it? Will I fail?
I pull away from Hermione's lips, my blue-gray eyes meeting her coffee-colored ones. "Out of the tub, Miss Granger."
Playfully, she gives a long, lean stretch, brandishing those perky mounds in my eyeline once more. "But I'm so comfortable here."
"You know what's even more comfortable?" I brush my thumbs against her nipples and lean forward to kiss along her collarbone. "My bed."
She moans softly. "That so?"
"One thousand thread count," I nip her shoulder, "Egyptian cotton," then I trail a line up to her neck, "Not to mention how cozy you'll feel with my cock buried deep inside you." To add emphasis, I pinch her nipples and listen to the pleased sigh in return. "Convinced?"
"Mmm… getting there." Her head falls back, exposing the luxurious length of her neck. I brush some strands of curls away from her shoulders and trail a brazen line of kisses up to the spot just below her ear, where I know from experience makes her go crazy. She shifts on my lap, wriggling, practically squirming from the anticipation. Something primal inside of me takes over, and my hands slip down to her hips, grabbing them, digging my fingers deep into the grooves of her pelvic bones until she mewls under the pressure. Fuck, she's so lovely when she submits to me.
No. Stop it. Not now… But why not now? Why not take advantage of this situation? She's putty in my hands, ripe for the molding… I could shape her into whatever I desired. A cock hungry slut, ready to open up her mouth and take my cum, or a wanton whore moaning as I ride her… I have to stop this. This isn't me. Of course it is. Pretty things like her are only good for one thing; being used and broken. She isn't a thing. She's-
"Your bed sounds more appealing by the moment," I hear her say, and I bring my concentration back to center stage, where Hermione smiles anxiously at me. With shaky arms she pulls herself up and out of the water, reaching for a nearby towel. As she steps onto the bath mat, I take in the subtle curves of her hips and the divine ass of a woman who seems to have forgotten just how dangerous I am. I reach out to touch it, but my hand is swatted away, and Hermione gives a coy laugh as she wraps the towel around herself. "Now, now, Mister Malfoy. Do try to be on your best behavior."
A low, gritty laugh is my reply as I pry myself up to stand, uncaring as she stares at me in all my erect manhood. If anything, it turns me on even more as her eyes trail down my chest, my abdomen, reaching my cock with a lustful expression. I step out of the tub, not bothering for a towel as I reply, "Best behavior? I don't know the meaning of those words." As I take a step forward, she giggles and takes a step back.
"Didn't your mother ever teach you manners?"
"Don't bring my mother into this," I say, cheeky, "Besides, you're over here talking about manners when you're such a cock tease…"
A smile splits her lips, and she rushes to the door, swinging it wide open. "Catch me if you can, then."
Oh, Hermione. Don't say things like that to me.
With a feral growl and a grin on my face, I chase after her as she takes off into the bedroom -my bedroom. It doesn't take me long to catch her, wrapping my arms possessively around her middle and jerking her to me, her back to my chest. I rip away the towel and toss it to the side, still keeping her cradled in my reach, even as she laughs and attempts to flee. To her, it's fun, but to me… it's primal. Carnal. I can't control myself as I latch my teeth onto her throat and suckle at her pulsepoint. Listening to her gasp and feeling her writhing in my arms stirs a need within me.
"Fu...ck…" she whimpers as I suck and bite at her neck until it's bruised and violated. "Mmm… Draco…"
Damn it. This woman loves the tortuous things I do to her. How am I able to resist my darker impulses if she moans beneath me as if this is what she really wants?
What if this is what she really wants? What if she doesn't care for me at all? What if her only reason for staying with me is because of the darkness? Because it's what she craves, deep inside? What if she could never truly love me because the monster already has her heart?
I can't let it be this way.
With every ounce of control I have, I release her and push her forward, struggling to gain composure. "On the bed."
She has no idea what darkness she's awoken in me as she tucks her hands behind her back and peers over her shoulder at me, a playful, determined look on her face. She saunters over to the bed, slowly leaning herself back onto it until she's propped up on her elbows, a 'come here' finger curled in my direction. "Like this, Draco?"
Fuck yeah like this. Fuck yeah. My feet take control, taking the space between myself and the bed to nonexistent. I crawl on top of her, and she lets her body fall the rest of the way, her head hitting my pillow set. Our mouths meet in slow, lavish movements, tasting and exploring. I can feel my fingers twitch, the impulse strong to wrap them around her throat like I have in the past. No. Not this time.
"Roll over for me," I command, already guiding her to her side as I move myself behind her. My cock slips between her ass cheeks as I pull her against me, and we both groan at the sudden warmth and friction. If I have her this way, she can't see the struggle in my eyes. I don't want her to see the darkness trying to claw its way back out. I want to believe the me she's attracted to right now is me, and not it. If I realized she wanted it… I'm already broken. But I could just as easily shatter.
With precise movements, I guide her leg up and around my hip, opening her legs to me and with them the sweet prize between. One of my hands cradles her around her stomach, pulling her against me even tighter while my other one guides my cock between her slickened folds. I kiss her shoulder and nuzzle my face into her neck as I find her entrance and -
"Yessss…"
There's her glorious voice, singing praises to me as I snug myself inside of her dripping quim. I move, delving deeper, filling her up in ways only I can. I've come to know what gets her off, what pushes her on, what sort of pressure and angle will induce high screams or low moans. So I take my time at first, holding myself within her so she can feel every sold inch of my cock. My fingers curl under her leg, pulling it up into the air, opening herself up to me so I can sheath myself to the hilt, adding a bit of pressure to make sure the message sinks in. She's mine. Her head arches back, her fingers grip the sheets, and she moves her ass back against my stomach. Oh sweet baby dragons, she's gotten even tighter.
"Keep that up, and I'm not going to be able to control myself," I whisper against her throat.
"Who says I want you to?"
Without warning, I snap my hips back, sliding out of her wet cunt to leave only the tip inside of her. She sighs wantonly, lost in the sensation and sudden loss.
"Please… in me…"
I bite my lower lip and fight with every single ounce of discretion I have not to pound away at her. "You want it in you, Hermione?" I whisper, unable to resist dipping back inside her pussy again for another round. Her walls tighten around me, and she cries out, excited and caught off guard. "Is this what you want?"
"Yes… Dra-co… ah!"
Roughly, I jerk my hips and fill her, loving the pure slip and slide between her legs. I relish in her gasps and groans as I begin a slow pace, treating every thrust like a line in some sort of symphonic melody. I savor the way Hermione's back arches, catching myself sighing right along with her. Nothing has ever felt more right and less of a burden than bringing Hermione Granger's pleasure to new heights.
Soon, I pick up speed as Hermione moves against me, in time with me, my thrusting becoming more and more deliberate and forceful. I lean up, peeking over her shoulder to watch her breasts bounce as I drive into her. Her eyes are closed, her mouth is parted, and she's never looked more beautiful than with my cock inside her. If it weren't so perverse, I'd want to take a picture of this moment to remember forever.
"God… that's it… don't stop…" Her eyes open, and her head tilts back, catching me. A thin smile pulls her lips back as she takes in the darkened look in my eyes and the way my breath comes in pants.
No. I can't see her right now. I can't look her in the eyes and find out it isn't me she craves.
So, I do what I do best; I distract, taking the opportunity to push her forward as I roll on top of her, pressing my weight against her back while still deep inside of her. I nibble on her ear as I frame her shoulders with my arms and begin rocking her into the mattress. Her sighs turn to all out moans at this new angle, and her head tilts to the side, glazed in lust. "More…" she whimpers, chewing her lower lip in earnest. "More… God… give me your cock... "
The lady insists. Yes she does. Best not to disappoint, yes? My hips roll and my arms sway my body over hers, adding leverage as I begin to pound away into her heated core, listening to the abandonment as she begins to scream. Over and over I give her what she wants, what she craves. I feed her trite but honest compliments, "So beautiful," and, "I love it when you moan," and, "Never want to let you go." But they're true. They're unequivocally true.
One of my hands curls under her hips and tilts her ass up, giving way to the angle to which she fancies the most. Her cries become desperate as I stimulate the heavenly bundle of nerves inside of her. My hips snap in contrast to the slow grind of hers, and I feel her begin to tighten around my prick as her voice jumps up an octave.
"Goddamn it, Draco. Yes. Give it to me. Oh… ah! Yes!"
I feel the heat in my cheeks and the tightening in my abdomen as well as my testicles. I'm so close, and her moans are only stimulating the want to unload myself inside of her until she drips my come onto these thousand thread count sheets.
"How close are you?" I whisper.
"Ohhh… so, so close… please… just… a little… fuck!" Her entire body tenses beneath me as she falls - I want to be there to catch her, and I begin to abandon my pacing, giving into the raw emotion behind it all. My mind is floating, my senses heightened. I can smell her sweet arousal mixed with the scent of her perfume. I can taste the copper on my tongue from biting the inside of my cheek to keep myself from coming. I can hear the desperate groan of release beneath me as Hermione arches her back and digs her fingers into the sheets. It's only when I catch sight of that glorious tint on her cheeks that I'm sent over the edge, spilling my cum inside that warm, scrumptious cunt that hugs my dick so tightly. My arms shake. My senses numb. The only thing I can feel now is the powerful wave of my release as it crashes over me.
I don't come-to at once. It takes me some time to come to my senses and open my eyes once again. When I do, I see the beautiful creature beneath me, still spent and gasping for breath. Her body quivers. Her lower lip is cradled between her teeth. She's a puddle of frenzied nerves, just the same as me.
Carefully, I lean down and kiss her cheek with sensual pride. "You're my everything," I admit to her, too caught up in the moment to be fearful of what she might think or say. I only want her to hear these words, should I lose this part of myself all over again. I want her to know, just once, what she truly means to me. I hold myself against her for a time, both of us shivering and sighing until we're able to come down from our blissful high.
I pull myself out of her, eventually, and roll her over to face me as I lay back on my side and pull her against my chest. There, I kiss the top of her head and rub circles down her spine, tentative. Sleep overtakes her first. I can hear it in the gentle way she breathes against my sternum.
Eventually, my eyes close as well. I can't imagine a future without her, no matter how hard I try. I meant it when I said she was my everything. She found a way to bring out me again. I'm afraid, without her, I'll never be able to find my way back out of the darkness again.
I need her to…
I'm plucked from my sleep when something buzzes. My eyes crack open; in the pitch black room, there is a faint glow on the floor near the bed. Hermione lays curled asleep in my arms, facing away from me, lost in dreams. My memories skitter to the surface like fish to the top of a pond.
We made love. We made love.
…Disgusting.
How could I stoop so low? How could I allow myself to be burdened with all of these crippling emotions? Even now, they stagger my chest and weigh me down like an anvil, holding me against the bedframe. What was I thinking, letting her in the way I did? What did I think it would accomplish?
Still, the soft look on her slumbering face is humbling in ways I couldn't have imagined before.
Buzzzzzzz.
What is that confounded noise?
I peel myself out of bed, careful not to stir her awake. With delicate stride, I stalk around the bed and see a faint light from inside her pajama pants. Buzzzzzzzzz.
What do we have here? I delve into the pocket and reveal a small, black box with a tiny screen on the front and far too many buttons. Oh, I've seen these… 'cell phones.' Muggle things.
Words blare up at me in the light of the screen.
'Mione, need to talk. URGENT. Did you find it yet? Please, be careful.'
The name above the message causes me to nearly drop the phone. 'Ronald W.'
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