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The Prude	By : soldiersgirl0709 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 35329 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 8: Instruction

It was late when Lucius found his way to the large chamber he shared with his wife. He had gotten used to having her there which surprised him. He had never considered sharing his room with a spouse. It was rather pleasant to sleep beside someone at night, to feel their warmth and the comfort of their touch. He found himself looking forward to sliding into bed beside his soft, warm wife, he even looked forward to having her sprawl all over him despite the wide expanse of their custom made bed.

When he opened the doors and stepped inside the candles were flickering low in the wall sconces, casting the room in a soft glow. The door to the en suite bathing chamber was open and the soft scent of citrus wafted from within.

“Hermione?” He called her name as he removed his jacket and waistcoat and tossed them over the back of a nearby chair.

“Hello, Lucius,” she said as she walked out of the bathroom. She was wrapped in a fluffy white towel and using another one to squeeze the water out of her long curls. “I figured you were going to be playing chess with Severus well into the wee hours of the morning.”

“He has appointments with parents in the morning,” he said, watching as she walked across the room to the chaise settled beneath the tall windows. Along the way she stopped and gathered a bottle of skin cream from the bedside table before settling onto the plush velvet cushions.

“Well, I am sorry that I didn’t stay to see him off,” she said, smiling up at him. “Aren’t you going to change for bed?” He felt a bit foolish staring at her as he was. He had forgotten his purpose while watching her do something so simple as dry her hair. He was a besotted fool.

Hermione hid her smile as she placed her foot onto the chaise and reached for the bottle of cream. With her peripherals she watched him slide his feet out of his shoes, leaving them neatly on the floor in front of his bureau. As she began to massage the cream into her legs she became entranced watching him remove his cufflinks and wristwatch, carefully placing them on a silver tray. His tie followed, and then the shirt until he was wearing only his trousers and a white sleeveless undershirt.

“You have amazing shoulders,” she said softly. He turned to face her and had to reach back and brace his hands on the bureau. She had one leg drawn up, her hands slowly smoothing the lotion on her skin. She wasn’t doing it deliberately, but the sight of her like that, her hair wet, her skin shiny and pink from her shower, it was arousing. “I never dreamed that under all of your fancy clothes that you were so…fit.”

“I enjoy physical exercise,” he said hoarsely. Her towel was gaping open and he could see into the shadowed delta between her legs. “Hermione…your towel…”

She looked down, saw the open flap of her towel and looked back up at him. He was staring, his eyes narrowed and dark. The imp inside her stirred to life and instead of fixing the towel she removed it and laid back on the chaise, leaning against the wall as she brought her other foot up to the cushion and let her thighs fall open.

“Look all you like, Lucius,” she said softly, relaxing as she revealed herself to him. He swallowed hard, his cheeks flushing slightly as he stared at his wife. He didn’t know why he felt the little twinges of embarrassment; she was, after all, his wife so he was entitled to full access to her body. The gentleman in him, however, seemed to take some offense at openly gawking at her nakedness. Not that it fazed the little witch, she seemed to glory in the power she held over him. “Come closer,” she said huskily as crooked her finger at him.

He wasn’t capable of refusing and found himself moving slowly forward until he was standing in front of her staring down at her blatant nudity. He could smell the light scent of her lotion laced with the increasing musk of aroused woman.

“Kneel,” she ordered softly. He slowly went to his knees in front of her, settling onto the plush rug covering the floor.

He was absolutely mesmerized by what he saw. Up close and personal it was like looking at the petals of a rare orchid unfurling before his eyes. Soft curls crowned her mound but the ivory lips of her sex were smooth and parted slightly to reveal dark pink flesh flushing further as her arousal grew. He could see the tip of the tiny nubbin that was the center of her pleasure peeking from the top of her slit, beckoning him to touch her and take her to paradise.

"Touch me," she said softly, running her tongue over her lips as her eyes glazed over with passion. He mimicked her action, wetting his lips as he reached out with a gentle finger to run it down the center of her vulva. She jerked slightly, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth as she braced herself against the soft. "More," she instructed hoarsely.

"Like this?" he asked. He brought his other hand in to the play and used his fingers to part the plump petals. The little nub was swollen, flushed with blood and begging for attention. He gently touched the slick skin around it, running his finger tip up one side, around the top of her clit and then down the other to the small opening greedily clenching as if trying to capture his finger. That little opening wept, wetting the tip of his finger as he circled its slippery and sensitive circumference. He trailed his finger back up and flicked gently at the firm little protrusion of her clit. She whimpered and her thighs began to quiver, a sign he had come to recognize from her that she was extremely aroused.

"Use your mouth," she said hoarsely, her body strung tight like a bow and demanding release.

"How?" he asked, mesmerized by the reaction, by the visual of her arousal rising. He clasped her clit between his thumb and forefinger, tweaking it gently and causing her to scream softly and buck against his hand.

"You really can’t do it wrong...lick me, suck me, use your tongue....please," she whimpered, her muscles aching from holding herself so stiff. He was unintentionally torturing her and it was so damned good! But she was having a hard time controlling herself. She wanted him to ease into it, to get a feel for it, to like it so he would want to do it again, but she was having a difficult time fighting the urge to push him down, straddle his head and ride his tongue to ultimate bliss.

He licked his lips and leaned forward, replacing his fingers with his tongue. He took one long, slow swipe over her hot, pulsing flesh, savoring the salty tang of her essence on his tongue. If he had any hesitation about stopping her reaction knocked it out of his head, it also could have knocked his teeth out had he not backed off. The witch bucked so hard and cried out so shrilly that it startled him, and encouraged him to continue. With a soft grunt of satisfaction he grabbed her thighs and literally dove in to the task at hand. Hermione stared down at the top of his head in shock and then moaned in appreciation when he began to lick her pussy with unrivaled enthusiasm.

She once more counted herself as a very lucky witch because Lucius was a natural cunninglinguist. His tongue was long and rough and it was everywhere! She tried to wriggle beneath his onslaught but felt him growl against her clit and tighten his grip on her thighs as he tongued her mercilessly. It was incredible! His tongue licked her flesh in long heated strokes, tickled her clit, tapped and lashed at the bud, taking her to the edge before dipping into her, rimming her excited opening and fucking into her as deep as he could manage. She was going to die if she didn’t come soon! The wizard currently eating greedily at her sex and making guttural sounds of appreciation was actually going to kill her! This time far more pleasantly than his previous attempts!

"Lucius!" she cried his name and nearly came off of the chaise despite his grip when he fastened his mouth over her and sucked, hard! She literally saw starbursts as the orgasm crashed into her. She had never come so hard in her life. In that one, beautiful moment she was both elated and exhausted beyond comprehension. Her body drew so tight that she was afraid something was going to snap and then in an instant it uncoiled and flung her into oblivion. Tears leaked from beneath her tightly clenched lids as the pleasure pulsed through her, shook her and turned her completely inside out.

He felt out of control, drunk on the taste of her, on the power he held over her as he pleasured her. He had never felt so powerful as he did when he brought his young bride to orgasm. He felt her come apart, bucking and grinding against his mouth in her release. He heard her scream, felt her hands pulling roughly at his hair as she pulsed against his mouth. She relaxed completely, going limp and groaning softly, her body twitching with the aftershocks of her pleasure and still he licked at her quim until she pushed him away.

"No more," she whimpered. He raised his head and she was stunned by the feral look in his eyes. In an instant the walls of her vagina clenched with demand. She was weak and dumb with pleasure but her body wasn’t going to be sated until she had him buried deep inside her. "Fuck me, Lucius," she breathed huskily. He wasn’t about to waste the time it would take to ask if she was sure or to protest the propriety. He reached down and quickly unfastened his trousers, shoving his clothing out of his way. He jerked her forward, her legs draped over his arms and her bottom precariously positioned on the edge of the chaise.

He was more than ready for her, grasping his cock at the thick base he rubbed her glistening flesh with the tip and lined it up with her still clasping entrance. Scalding heat bathed his crown and with a rough gasp he thrust forward, impaling her on his erection. He was mindless as he thrust into her, their bodies slapping together, his concern and propriety lost in a lust induced fog. He rode her mercilessly, concerned only with the release he knew he could find in her tight, quivering sheathe. Over and over he slid the length of his cock through her receptive flesh, driven by the taste of her lingering on his tongue, the sound of her passionate cries and the encouragement of her grip on his forearms.

"Now, Lucius, come inside me, I want you to feel you filling me," she pleaded, her body primed for another fierce orgasm. The sound he made bordered on a sob as he thrust high and deep, holding himself still as hot, sticky spurts of semen shot from his cock. He felt the heat of it bathing his sensitive head, the copious offering flowing back over him as he filled her. She pulsed around him, her vagina convulsing around his shaft and greedily milking every drop of semen from him. Somehow he had missed her release, selfishly lost in his own pleasure. He fell forward, weakness burning in his limbs. His head was swimming and he could hear the blood rushing in his head as he rested his cheek against her pounding heart. He was defeated, body and soul; that was his last thought before blackness claimed him.

A/N: Thanks everyone! It’s good to know I was missed.
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