Her breathes came in quick takes; the climax was growing. Hermione cried out in frustration, and pulled her lover's hair in even farther. She was almost there…almost there…. The spine curved into the other naked body, her hands around the head, hoping she would never have to let go. Maybe she wouldn't have to.
"I can't…please…go in farther…." Hermione sputtered out, and then it hit. And when it did, Hermione screamed into the empty library, her voice echoing into the school halls. Someone was bound to hear Hermione and the student, but Hermione's mind was clouded so much with a strange delight that her mind couldn't even come up with that possibility.
It was like nothing Hermione had ever felt; the orgasm felt raw and full of some sort of strong desire. She had thought of this over and over again in her adolescence, and thought that it would feel familiar. But this wasn't familiar at all; this was something new and different. Hermione loved it! And she wished that the mystery lover would do it again.
