My Treasure or the Price I Have to Pay
It was always a pleasure to be with Hermione. Today she was riding me, slow and seductive. The sight of her naked above me, her light skin glistening with sweat, her breasts bouncing up and down, was enough to take my breath away. Her hair was damp and clinging to her face and her mouth was open, but no sound emanated from her lips. She was lost in her own pleasure. I could feel that I was not far from succumbing to my own, so I reach up the take her breasts into my hands. They never ceased to amaze me, her breasts. They were plumb but firm and just the right size for my large hands. And they were sensitive. Just a light squeeze would earn me a moan. This time as well. And when I focused solely on her nipples, I could feel her body going rigid, her thighs, clenched around my hips and her inner walls clamping down on my shaft. Her little scream was enough to push me over the edge and into bliss. She slumped down on top of me; our chests pressed together, her heart beating next to mine.
Hermione instantly drifted off to sleep but I couldn't follow her. I was too aware of the frailty of our relationship. Too aware of the few moments we were given. I didn't want to miss them. Knowing that what we were doing didn't keep me from enjoying these encounters. They always made my day. And if I we weren't going to be together, they memory of a previous meeting was enough to turn a bad day into a tolerable one.
But as there always must be, there was a downside to our joy. For me that was the guilt I had to swallow every time I saw Fleur. It was like a little knife to the heart every time she smiled at me with those great, loving eyes. It was obvious in everything that she did that she loved me. And don't give the wrong idea, I loved her too. I loved her very dearly. But what I felt for Hermione was something different. Something exciting and wrong, but yet so right. They love I had for Fleur was innocent, pure and clean. They stood in completely contrast to one another.
I was painfully aware that I would one day have to choose between them. Every time my thoughts drifted to the choice I would have to make, I would feel myself being pulled into a spiral of panic. I couldn't imagine giving any of them up. One day I would be certain that when the day came I would choose Fleur. She was my wife after all and I owed her that much. But then I would see Hermione the next day and I would know that I couldn't leave her. She was my guilty pleasure.
As I lay there, enjoying the last hour we had together that day I wondered what exactly she was to me; was she my treasure? Or perhaps he price I had to pay for a healthy relationship with Fleur?
Yep, another chapter already. I've had the first three chapters lying for some time. I didn't upload them because I wasn't certain that I really liked this story, but then I simply thought 'Oh what the hell!' so here it goes.
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