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Jealousy	By : brandnewdaydawning Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 78819 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Draco indulged her gentle touch. Letting her take her time, nibble his lips, taste him with feather light touches of her tongue. This experience was to be savored, luxuriated in. Just him and his girl. Safe behind privacy curtains and a silencing charm with long hours stretching out before him where no one would be looking for them.
He managed to get the rest of her braid free so he could slide his fingers into her hair, and she sighed so sweetly into his kiss that his heart broke a little. The effect she had on him was painfully intense. He couldn't separate the dozens of feelings hammering his soul, scattered thoughts bouncing about in his skull, her scent and taste drenching him in sensation. It all coalesced into one overwhelming tempest that battered him from all sides. He just held onto her, both his port and his storm, and let the experience assault him.
It was magical.
He felt like such a sap. She made him want to confess soft feelings and give her promises and say sweet things to her. And he did. Between kisses that were lovely and decadent and sinful. He gave in to his fantasy, just a little, and twisted them, so he could push her into the mattress. Covering her body with his, sliding one leg between her slender thighs. He couldn't help the shudder that went through him when she rolled her hips in response.
His focus spiraled down and he couldn't help himself. He pushed his hips against her, creating that slow burn friction that made him tremble with want. Desire tripped down his spine, rocketing all his senses into overdrive, and he tried to pull back, gain some semblance of control. Hermione was having none of it though. She wrapped one leg around his hips, pinning him to her, even as she boldly slipped a hand underneath his shirt to run silky fingers up his back.
Fuck control.
Her skin was just as soft and warm as he remembered, and it felt downright forbidden to push his hand down her silly fuzzy pajamas to palm her ass and show her how to rock into him just right. The little scrap of silky panties she had on felt almost non-existent. It took all his restraint not to rip himself away from her so he could take a look and see. Instead, he relied on his sense of touch, to squeeze and caress and move them aside so he could get a handful of bare cheek.
He devoured her with kisses. Slipping his tongue inside, rocking in time with the slow thrusts of it. Kissing her jaw, her ear. She arched her back a bit, giving him access to the lovely long column of her throat, and he savaged the tender skin there with gentle nips and sucking kisses that left a trail of red splotches. And she fucking let him. She only pulled back long enough to claw his undershirt over his head so she could get at bare skin, and then she was wrapped right back around him.
She never even hesitated when he clumsily started pawing at her clothes, wanting more bare skin, more sweet places to kiss. She went with it when he shoved her pajama bottoms down past her panties so he could have better access to her lovely round ass. She shifted, shimmied, used her feet to kick them off, and he was aware things were moving too fast, even as he reveled in the feel of naked thighs spread open for him.
He couldn't help it. He was too far gone to care. All that mattered was getting rid of any obstacle that was between him and her skin. He was shoving her shirt up and off and burying his face in her tits before his stupid brain could stop him. Not quite a handful but just the right size to nip and nuzzle and lick and kiss and how on Earth could this be a bad thing when she was sighing and trembling and bucking her hips up to meet him?
He knew she was a virgin. That she needed more time, more foreplay, but she wasn't stopping him, and he didn't seem to have the willpower to stop himself. He was desperate to touch her, kiss her everywhere. He dragged his heavy hands over every inch of her, aware he was using more enthusiasm than technique but unable to slow down, be gentle. He knew his touch was too rough, that he was pushing his hard cock up against her relentlessly, that he was never going to get a second chance to have a first time with her, and it needed to be good...she was just so intoxicating.
He was literally lightheaded and dizzy.
He pulled back to catch his breath and his thoughts, and Hermione opened her eyes and stared back at him, panting in a very becoming way. His ego swelled inside his chest, and he couldn't help but smile at her. Lips red and swollen from his kisses, her breath coming nice and fast, her cheeks flushed with desire. He had done that. He had brought her to such a state.
"Maybe we should wait." His voice was gravelly and tight, but at least honest. He supposed this is what old ladies meant when they said a good woman made an honest man out of you. He did not have any fleeting desire to lie to her.
"You had better not make me wait anymore, Draco Malfoy," she practically growled before reaching up and dragging his head down to her again so she could kiss him some more, while at the same time grabbing his hand and shoving it down her knickers.
Well fuck.
He didn't know why her boldness astonished him. She was the type of girl who knew what she wanted and went after it. Completely different in every way from any other person he had ever met. Her enthusiasm was refreshing and exciting, and he didn't hesitate to slide his hand down further into her knickers, caress her curls.
He slipped a finger between soft silky lips and found her slippery and swollen, and she shuddered as he moved his hand back and forth, rubbing and caressing. She moaned against his lips, bucked her hips, and he pushed a finger inside just to feel it swallow him. Velvet smooth and welcoming.
He pulled away from her mouth, bracing his forehead against hers so he could concentrate on the feel of her as he pushed deeper, pulled out a bit, only to be sucked back in. She twisted and wiggled beneath him, getting her hands between them so she could attack his trousers, and he shifted to help her getting naked as soon as possible so he could go back to touching her.
Her lovely skin slid up against him as she flexed, setting him on fire everywhere she touched, and he scooted back, getting to his knees so he could get those tiny silky white knickers off of her. She'd already divested him of pockets, and now he had nowhere to stash the panties, so he tucked them under his pillow, vowing to keep them as a souvenir. If she wanted him, then he would give her what she wanted, starting with his tongue.
He hadn't done it before, had never really wanted to, but there was nowhere on her he didn't want to kiss and touch and taste. And he'd read somewhere it helped virgins relax. Before he lost his nerve, he cupped her ass in his hands and dived in mouth first.
Everywhere was a lickable surface, and he wasted no time placing open mouthed, sucking kisses on every part of her. Sucking her juicy lips, licking between her folds, finding her clit and giving it special attention. Her flavor was just a little tangy, a little tart, and pleasant enough, but the sound of her pleasure was what made his cock throb.
She whimpered. Actually whimpered. And trembled, and wiggled. He experimented with gentle suction and got out loud moans that made him twitch. Tried a steady rhythm and was rewarded with shudders and grinding. Much more and he was going to cum on his sheets.
"You've got to come now, Hermione. I'm not going to last eight seconds inside you," he admitted, his voice hoarse and desperate, using a finger to further stimulate her, as he dragged his tongue nice and firm over her clit again the way she seemed to like.
"I don't know how," she whispered, even as she writhed against his hand, her body seeking satisfaction.
"Just relax and let it happen," he breathed against her skin, kissing trembling thighs, settling back in. He found himself moving in time to breathy moans and cries, letting her set the pace, and it was only a hot, wet minute before her hips were jerking like crazy and she was coming undone for him.
Her legs fell open bonelessly, and he rested for a few moments on her thigh, cleaning himself up a bit with a corner of his sheet and petting and squeezing her thighs.
"Inside, Draco." She was grabbing his hair, pulling him up her body, kissing his lips. Nips and sucks and rolling tongue. She was just the right height that, when he settled down between her legs, his cock was pressed directly up against her swollen, freshly licked, slippery sex. Merlin, he was likely to jackhammer her rather than make love to her at this point. He was so hard it was painful, and he couldn't help but grind his hips.
She spread her legs a little further apart, and he encouraged her heels around his hips, reaching down between them to get the right angle. He just needed to go slowly, be careful, not lose control. Looking down on her, naked and wanting beneath him, got him no closer to any of those goals. "Draco…" she whispered, wiggling against him, and he nudged a bit, sliding his cock around, wetting it up and down her slit before pushing inside.
Slow, Draco, go slow, he chanted to himself, even as she sucked him into her velvet heat. She tensed a little, and he pulled his hips back a bit before sliding in a bit more, tight and slippery and wet. It took every ounce of self control he'd ever tapped into not to just bury himself balls deep. This was definitely a form of Chinese torture. He rocked a bit more, a little deeper, biting his lip hard enough to taste blood.
"You okay?" he asked, going a little deeper, wetting just a little bit more, his cock super sensitized, throbbing at the feel of her around him.
"Yes," she panted back at him, moving her hips suddenly, encouraging him, starting up that slow rolling motion he had taught her that he liked. He rocked with her, trying to go slow, trying not to just rut into her mindlessly, kissing the side of her mouth, breathing in her breath. "I'm okay, Draco, just don't hold back."
He let out a strangled laugh; she had no idea. He definitely needed to hold back this tide of lust, or he would scare her to death.
Then she did that Hermione thing, where she just surprised the Hell out of him and left his mind spinning. She braced her heels on his ass and pushed up and took him all in at once. She let out a sharp intake of breath, and he felt the slight pressure of forcing himself in, but then there was nothing but the feel of her and the sound of her strangled gasp in his ear.
Fuck Fuck Fuck. He needed to speak, needed to say something. But he couldn't. All he could do was throb and twitch and hold back from mindlessly ploughing the girl.
"I'm okay, Draco," she whispered again in his ear, her soft voice grounding him, keeping him from spinning off into mindless lust. "Don't hold back. I want to feel you move."
Like he'd ever deny her anything. He rolled his hips against her. He was dying. What goes in must come out, and the slow warm suck of her felt like Heaven. He breathed in her scent and the feel of being enveloped in her arms as he rocked and rolled and thrusted slow, and deep, and steady.
He wasn't going to last. It was mind numbingly good, and she was rocking those sinful hips with him, holding him close, saying his name. Telling him she wanted him to let go. He was never going to let her go. He was going to keep her forever.
A handful of moments, or seconds, or years later he was losing all control, thrusting deep, and whispering an apology as lighting raced through his veins. He clung to her, chanting her name like a prayer, clutching her like the salvation she was, emptying his pleasure into her until all that was left was shaking limbs and whispered devotion and exhaustion.
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