"Please" I broke, gasping against his lips. I knew i'd lost the moment he took control.
"Please what" I could hear the smirk in his words, deep and teasing like his fingers within me.
"Please, please… more" I whimpered, squirming desperately.
"As you wish… Hermione" he thrust his fingers into me roughly, hooking and pulling out, then back in fast and with no sense of decorum. I'd admitted my defeat and he was then allowed his. Each movement brought me closer and closer before I came, wetness coating his hand. My pussy clenched around him, pulsing rhythmically as he continued to move, coaxing another and yet another orgasm from me. His talented tongue grazed lightly over the small bundle of nerves. He gently placed his still damp fingers at my lips, his face rising to meet mine. I cleaned myself from his hands, the callouses rough against my tongue. Another, deeper, more feral groan escaped his throat as he claimed my mouth passionately.
Suddenly, he had me move from the couch, kneeling on the plush rug underneath. He freed my hands with restrained delicacy, rubbing the slight marks on my skin before also removing the blind. He was completely bare, his erection standing proud and thick in front of me. He sat facing me and tilted my chin up with one hand.
"I want to see your pretty little eyes love, now you know what to do"
"With pleasure" I smirked, knowing that I now had more power over him than he'd ever like to admit. Placing my hands along the tops of his thighs I nuzzled my face along the inside of them before my nose reached the thick curls that nestled the base of him. Barely brushing the skin, I moved along his length, fully intending to tease him just as much as he always teased me, my own sort of revenge. Darting my tongue out quickly, I caught the bead of pearling liquid that slipped from his tip. His taste, salt and sweet and distinctly male bloomed across my tongue, which I ran lightly along the underside of his cock. I could tell he knew my plan by the way his jaw set in a determined line when I looked up at his face and how all the muscles in his legs and stomach had tensed just so. With faux timidity, I delicately placed my mouth just over the head of his cock, wetting the skin and sucking lightly, before pulling out with a slight pop. With one hand, I coated him in my spit, knowing he wouldn't be able to take much more before he wanted more. Returning to my previous technique, I slowly pumped along his shaft, taking just a little bit more each time. His eyes remained on my head and stared into mine whenever I glanced up at him. Suddenly I sank as low on him as I could, pressing his cock to the very back of my throat and sucking as much as possible before pulling off almost all the way and driving back in. One hand fell to roll his balls between my fingers lightly. He gasped and swore, losing his calm facade as his hands came to rest in my thick hair. My eyes watered from the size of him and I gagged periodically as I continued to take him deep and fast. When I pulled off entirely, connected just by a string of spit and gasping, he pulled me up onto his lap, roughly claiming my lips with his. Positioning himself at my opening, he wasted no time with teasing me. We both wanted this too much. With one smooth, powerful stroke, he filled me entirely. His teeth sank into my shoulder to stifle the satisfied noise of completion which slid from his chest, drawing my own gasp at both the sharp pain and his sheer size. He started at a steady, but unhurried pace, smothering my small noises of pleasure with his mouth on mine. I dug my heels into his soft backside to urge him faster. My nails ran along his shoulder blades, urging him to give in entirely. Instead he slowed almost to a stop and smirked at me.
"move you bastard!" I practically shouted at him, attempting to pull myself back onto him.
"yes ma'am" he smiled, eyes sparkling with that almost boyish mischievous look that I'd come to learn meant I was in real trouble.
Flipping me under him, he rightly pulled my hips upwards, placing me on all fours, before quickly entering me. Wrapping my hair around his hand and pulling slightly, he pounded into me from behind. *smack* his hand fell heavy on my ass. I cried out at the sudden pain that bloomed across my skin, barely realizing what happened before his hand came back down. His pace never faltered as he transformed my ass to a bright pink color. I was beyond words, making only high pitched animalistic sounds, pushing back to match each thrust. My arms quickly gave out under me and I tried to lift my hips higher into him. Looking over one shoulder, I could see the deep concentration on his face, brow furrowed, a few beads of sweat beginning to gather there. His eyes were clamped shut and I could tell he was close, incredibly so. Changing his angle slightly, all coherent thought left me in a heavy scream as he drove against the sensitive place within me. Once. Twice. I came again as he hit it a third time. Through the fog of pleasure surrounding me, I was vaguely aware of him pulling out of me and spinning me around. By instinct rather than conscious thought I opened my mouth to receive him. With a grunt and a low, muttered curse he came, thick and hot across my tongue, twitching ever so slightly in the aftermath. I tilted my head back and swallowed, eyes closed.
Gathering ourselves, we sat back on the couch. I curled into him again, thoroughly sated and immensely tired. One of his hands came up to gently run through my hair again, taming the snarls of our sex. Sleepily, I raised one hand of my own to cup his face and gave him a kiss, light and sweet, before pressing my forehead to his cheek.
"You know we should probably get dressed before we leave" he chuckled slightly.
"five more minutes" I mumbled into his shoulder. I'd take what I could get.