Gifts

Hermione had everything planned out, just as she always did. The kids were with her parents and would be until tomorrow, she had the entire house cleaned, and she was currently finishing up dinner, eagerly waiting for Harry to return home. He promised to be home early, and with the kids gone, there would definitely be some shenanigans—after dinner and maybe before. Who didn't shag on their anniversary?

Five years to the day, her and Harry eloped to everyone's surprise. Molly and her mother had been heartbroken, but they eventually got over it. She never regretted it—it was one of the best decisions they ever made. Instead of looking on back on her wedding day, hating everything about it, she looked back on the day fondly.

Setting the table, she heard the whoosh of the floo and moments later, Harry walked into the kitchen.

"These are for you love," Harry said, pulling her into his arms, a bouquet full of lavender roses clutched in his fist. "Happy Anniversary."

"Harry, you smell of sweat and are covered in dirt," she said, pushing him playfully away.

He moved toward her again, and she sidestepped him. Setting the flowers on the table, he put his hands out in front of him. "You love me."

Hermione smiled. "I do. But the stench of your work...I do not." She paused. "Though, I cannot deny that you look fit as fuuuuuck in your uniform." She bit her lip as she looked up and down his body appreciatively.

Harry smirked. "Such a mouth, good thing the kids are away."

"Good thing," she echoed. This time when Harry moved closer, she didn't push him away. Looking down, she saw that a tent in his trousers was forming.

Hermione looked back up, the green of his eyes darkening with lust. "Do you have a gift for me, Mr Potter?" She tugged him even closer by his belt loops, looking at him through hooded eyelids as she slowly pulled down his zipper.

Hermione knelt to the ground and impatiently, yanked his trousers down to his knees letting them fall the rest of the way down, pooling at his feet. Glancing back up toward his covered cock, she saw there was a damp spot, hinting at how aroused he really was. Hermione pulled his boxer briefs down his legs as well, freeing his cock.

"Hmmm," Hermione growled appreciatively. "A gift for me indeed." Circling his hard length with her hands, she gave a single lick to the head of his cock, licking up the precum that had gathered there. Harry groaned, and weaved his fingers through her hair.

"Fuck, love."

Hermione opened her mouth and took him completely in, and didn't stop until he hit the back of her throat. Slowly, she dragged her tongue on the underside of his cock, and he cried out her name. She sucked fervently on the tip before pulling off with a 'pop'.

"Let me fuck you, love," Harry said, his voice husky, attempting to pull her up to stand with him.

She shook her head. "I want you to fuck my mouth."

Harry groaned, and she once again took him into her mouth and began bobbing up and down. Soon, he started thrusting shallowly into her mouth.

"Harder," she said, her voice muffled, refusing to pull her mouth from his cock.

Harry's breathing ragged, he thrust into her mouth, grabbing almost painfully onto her hair. She didn't mind—it was what she had asked of him. He fucked her mouth, hard, and with reckless abandon. His head was thrown back, his mouth wide open as he took his pleasure. Again, it was what she wanted even as she choked and spit fell from both corners of her mouth. For once, he was giving into his pleasure without once thinking about hers. Her gift to him.

With a grunt, Harry murmured, "Coming!" He pulled her closer, shoving his cock as far into her mouth as it would go, spilling into the back of her throat. Hermione swallowed it all before giving a few last licks and pulling back.

Harry opened his eyes and looked down at her. He pulled her up from the ground to stand in front of him. "Thank you." He pressed a hard kiss against her lips, his tongue tangling with hers.

"I taste myself on your lips," he said, laying his forehead on hers.

"And?"

He shrugged. "Not bad. Though I'd much rather taste you."

Hermione squealed as Harry hauled her up into his arms and set her on the island. He finished getting undressed, pulling his uniform shirt over the top of his head revealing a beautiful landscape of plains, tight abs, and the 'v' every man desired. She found herself appreciatively gazing at her husband's body for the second time that evening.

Harry pushed her dress up to pool around her waist, and she leaned back, her elbows resting on the marble. He smirked at her as he easily ripped the flimsy, lace material that kept her barely covered. Hermione found that she didn't mind. At the first swipe of his tongue, Hermione moaned, throwing her head back. It didn't take long for him to bring her to orgasm.

Harry smirked again, bringing himself to full height.

"How was your gift?"

Hermione licked her lips. "It was the best. But—"

"But?"

"But I wouldn't mind more."

She giggled as he growled and picked her up once more, throwing her over his shoulder. The night promised to be full of more giving and more receiving. But the greatest gift of all wasn't the sex, though it was a perk, it was having Harry as her husband.