CHAPTER 12:
Oliver woke up to find Hermione snuggling into him, just like she always did when they shared a bed. But before he could smile about the now-familiar action, he felt his annoyance singeing his veins when he saw her wearing a very long t-shirt. It had ridden up, yes, but it was still there and he was not happy about her covering herself up from him again. Did we not just go through this yesterday? he wondered irately.
His sudden stillness somehow woke Hermione up and she turned this way and that, before consciousness finally kicked in. She slowly opened her eyes and found one angry scot glaring at her.
"What's wrong?" Hermione whispered in a raspy, sleepy, early morning voice.
Oliver glared some more until he realized she really had no clue whatsoever! Setting himself a challenge, he did a 180﮿ flip and got his head near her feet. He feathered it with light touches and started kissing and nibbling them, sensuously moving upwards, licking her just behind her ankles and lightly biting down on them. Hermione moaned her pleasure, fluttering her legs a little every now and then when it got too much for her. Oliver continued his work. He only went till her knee and then switched legs, starting much the same way as the previous one.
Hermione was stunned with the feelings Oliver aroused in her with just his mouth on her feet and knees of all the things! Who knew I had such a feet fetish? She moaned at the pleasure coursing through her and slithered around, craving for more. When he didn't come up to her for what Hermione thought was a very, very long time, she spoke, the sleepy rasp in her voice making it way too sultry for Oliver's control.
"Come to me Oliver."
"Can't," he whispered between the kisses he was peppering on her legs, "my way's blocked," he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, and dipped his head to nibble at the back of her calves.
Hermione looked at him in confusion. Oliver groaned and realized that he'd have to spell everything out for his wife, she barely had any clue at all! "Why the embarrassment Mini? Why do you need to cover yourself from me?"
Hermione flushed at his straight forward questioning and sighed. How could she tell him that she was conscious of her body around him? He looked like a God himself an she had his photographs with innumerous witches, all of whom could only be described as sex-on-long-legs, wrapped around him in the various magazines and the prophet. While she had only given those pictures a cursory glance without paying much attention but their faint memories now plagued her and she was sure she was not what he was used to waking up next to. That thought alone was responsible for a lot of her devious misgivings and self-doubts.
Seeing the mortifying colour running high on her cheeks and her expressions that conveyed less than favorable thoughts, Oliver pouted his mouth in thought. "Don't be embarrassed around me Mini," he persuaded her in soft urging tones, "I would never compare you with anyone from my past. Ever. You're my wife, mo ghraidh. You're mine now, no one will ever come close to you in my mind."
Hermione took a few seconds to understand his meaning but when she did, she simply tugged at her t-shirt and threw it away. She opened her arms, smiling up at him, calling him to her.
Oliver froze. Something in him snapped when he saw her like that, smiling up at him, calling him to her with open arms… All his previous thoughts of chastising her flew out of his mind with that one gesture from her and he found himself going straight for her mouth. He interlaced their fingers and kissed her with all his being, speckling her jaw and neck with kisses when they came up for air.
"Ah.. Mini.. Mo pheata.. Mo ghardh.. You're truly exquisite.. mo jewel, mo bhean (my wife)…. You're just something else.. m'aoibhneas nach fhacas roimhe (my unprecedented joy)" he whispered constantly between his caresses, unconsciously switching between English and Gaelic every now and then, as he plastered her with kisses, big and small, all over her face, mouth and body.
His hands, his kisses, his sudden burst of something Hermione couldn't quite name, the seduction of his words and the deep Scottish burr of his accent were doing strange things to her and she felt herself coil tight enough to rival McGonagall's hair bun! She couldn't take it all anymore and yet couldn't bring herself to make him stop.
As if reading her mind, Oliver asked her, "Are you aching or sore or something wife?"
It took a bit for Hermione to understand the reference, then she blushed and shook her head, "No. I.. I know a spell. I healed myself later last night.. after.."
Smirking, he kissed her deeply again, positioning himself at her entrance. He teased her opening a little with the tip of his erection and she groaned her complaint. His laughed at her unbridled response. Looking deep in her eyes, he pushed himself in her. Gently, slowly, as if he was savouring the feel of her around him. Hermione could not bear the intensity of his gaze, it felt as if he was saying something as old as time with his eyes, and yet neither knew what that meant. They just kept looking at each other, enjoying being connected in the most intimate way and when he started moving in her, Hermione felt her tummy flutter at every stroke.
Every single gasp of hers, every single throaty moan was undoing something deep within him and yet he didn't know what that was. He felt as if she fit but where, he did not know. For some weird reason, he felt as if she completed him, but how and why he couldn't fathom. All he knew was that he wanted her with him, just like she was, always. He smiled at that thought, continuing his movement, stroke by stroke increasing his pace while fondling her breasts. He felt he was close so he rubbed her nub and got her to come just before he did. She crashed with his name on her lips and scratches on his back. And it felt like the most natural thing in the world for him to crush her in his arms as they both climaxed one after the other.
"Mini.." he grunted as he came and kissed her square on her mouth, needing to extend their intimacy for a little while more.
She locked her arms behind his neck and pulled him closer still, deepening the kiss. She felt at peace….
"You doing okay?" he asked as soon as he could push words through his throat.
"Perfect," she answered and kissed his nose, both cuddling each other again.
After a long time, Hermione finally managed to disengage from Oliver's arms and move out of bed. Oliver gave her a very naughty smile and pulled her back, right on him. "Now that I'm officially on leave for two full weeks, I'm gonna have a lot of energy and you, mo bhean bhig (my petite wife), are to be my singular focus of.. shall we say…" he trailed off and pushed two of his fingers deep in her "attention."
Hermione's back arched of its own accord at his action and Oliver did not miss the opportunity as he immediately latched on to the breast closest to his mouth, sucking on it for dear life. By the time she came down from her high, he had thoroughly devoured both her breasts, making them a tad too sensitive. "Did I tell you how perfect these are?" he asked her cockily.
"You may have mentioned it a couple of times last night I guess," Hermione shrugged nonchalantly, sensing the mischief mood Oliver was in.
"Oh! My bad. I need to do all this way more often now. You know, just to help you know how I feel. Plus, that'll help you get used to.. how did you put it last night.. aye, my 'too big' length," he laughed and she elbowed him in the chest. "C'mon I'm a professional player! I believe that practice makes perfect," he winked at her.
"Oh, you're a player alright, and a very naughty one at that," she scowled at him and he shrugged, laughing still.
She caught on to his game and decided to turn the tables and nodded, biting her lip seductively, drawing his attention on them. He grunted in frustration at her, "Let me," and then he mimicked her actions on her lips with his teeth and slowly began to kiss her, burning them both up in the wake of his kiss.
When they came up for air, it was Hermione who spoke first. "So let me get this straight.. now that you're home, we'll only be having sex?"
"Who says home? I don't think I'm letting you out of this bed! You're divine beauty is driving me crazy, bean na bainnse m blushing (my blushing bride). I just want to ride you hard and fast and hear you scream my name over and over and over again. And then take you slow, kissing you all over and I want to nibble at your clit as I …."
"Oliver!" Hermione screamed, face turning very red.
"Yes, just like that," he said smugly. Then after a thoughtful look, "I think I want to hear you scream my name right now." Saying this he got up and made her do just that! He pushed himself hard in her and held on tight at her shoulders, moving at a pace that set their big bed rocking in tune to his thrusts. "You're so very wet Mini. I should have lapped you up first," he exclaimed, enjoying her blushes far more than he'd care to admit. He then moved his hand between them and pinched her nub. Her eyes rolling into her head was his reward. "You're so responsive to me, mo pheata, I can't seem to stop myself around you. Since the day I met you, your pleasure has been my driving force. I was so worked up that first day, hearing you howl my name like that…."
"Oliver….." Hermione hollered and let out a blast of explicit words that shocked even Oliver's vocabular. And just like that, Oliver came himself, flooding her with his seed. Both panting heavily as they fell into each other.
It took them a long time to gather their breaths. "I think you lost your religion to that last one," laughed Oliver, once he could get himself to talk.
"I'll show you losing religion," Hermione mock threatened and immediately jumped on him and began nibbling and biting him all over. Oliver could easily over power her, even without turning but she looked so cute challenging him, he let her straddle his waist and her kisses and nibbles weren't hurting either, he laughed.
"Aye. I don't think I'd swear in front of my naked wife just because her cute little ass is nestling my manhood, stirring me again while she peppers my toned chest with something very close to chaste kisses," he continued to laugh.
Challenge immediately zinged in Hermione. "Wanna bet? I can even draw out the F word from you!"
Oliver managed to hide his smile. You can never predict what my little wife will come up with next he thought in amusement. "What's on bet?"
"A day of our life," she promptly replied. "You win I'll give you my entire day as you want. I win, you'll be at my disposal all day long."
Oliver's eyes sparkled and he itched to tell her that he had already spoken to Headmistress McGonagall about spending the next two full weeks with her. His former professor had even lined up work for him at the castle, but he held back. Wanting to see where she'd go and of course, if she'd succeed at all!
"You realize that if I win this bet, I'll have you cuffed to the bed and fuck you into the mattress all day long, making you so sore that you'll find walking difficult for a week after that, don't you?" Hermione blushed furiously at his bold words. He laughed at her reaction. "Still want to bet a day wife?" he challenged her. She nodded, schooling her blush down and looking into his eyes. "Then it's a bet," he agreed and brought his hand out.
"Knew you were daft Oaf! You should always seal your dealings with your wife with a kiss," Hermione said and brought her head down to his. He immediately fisted his hand in her hair and the kiss rocked both their worlds. When they finally came up for air, Oliver saw Hermione's eyes spark with mischief before his breath hitched in his throat and he swore!
Hermione did not let Oliver gather his thoughts after their kiss and immediately moved her 'cute little ass' as he'd called it around his crotch and held his erection in her hands, stroking it lightly in her tight-ish grasp as she wasn't yet sure how tight or lose he'd like her to hold him. She made a big show of sliding her pussy over his erection and was rewarded with twitching in her hands and a few more chosen words from him. She looked him right in the eyes, smirking. And then she did the unthinkable.
She's actually blowing me! Oliver realized dazedly. "Mini! I'd give you my whole life after this, why just a day?" he growled as she swallowed him little by little in her hot mouth, moving it up and down in leisure.
"Ahh…. Bluidy hell…" Oliver let out a long string of explicits in both English and Gaelic and Hermione lifted her head up and laughed.
"You can't stop now!" Oliver almost stilled thinking he'd die if she stopped.
Hermione gave him a big triumphant smile and crawled on top of him, making sure her breasts were as close to his face as her small stature would allow, as she rubbed her pussy on his erection again, making it twitch a lot more this time around.
"Now, for the order of business," she said in very a posh accent and holding his erection in her hand, guided it in her and sat on him, straddling his waist.
"Fuck Hermione!" Oliver swore as he instinctively folded his knees to support her and she dug her fingers in his strong thighs. Her long mane tickling his nether regions as she tilted her head back, enjoying the feel of the new angle.
Once she was a little better off, she nervously bit her lower lip and looked at him. He dug his fingers into her hips and bucked himself, helping her along, lifting her slightly off him before bringing her back down, showing her how to move. When she got a hang of it, she continued by herself and Oliver grit his teeth to keep from turning her around and pacing it far more faster. But she picked up pretty soon and this time they both came at almost the same time as Oliver blasphemed yet again when she lightly rolled his nuts in her hand.
She fell on his chest spent and he held her there, close to him, enjoying having her hair running a riot all around them both. They were both sweaty and sticky and yet neither cared. "You were brilliant," he whispered softly, kissing the back of her head and she smiled.
Unable to resist anymore, "First time on top love?" he asked while playing with her hair. She nodded, still lying on his chest. He kissed the top of her head and cradled her on top of him, "Are you gonna tell me why?" She shook her head, he tightened his hold around her.
"It's official," Oliver spoke after a long, long break. Hermione sat up on him on listening to that. "I've met my match." He dipped his head at Hermione, eyes shining with respect and admiration. "You are absolutely the only woman to have this effect on me," he proclaimed, pulled her back down and kissed her within an inch of her life. "Tell me the day. I'm waiting to spend an entire day doing your bidding."
"Well don't. I'm gonna bug you with unnecessary shopping, road side food followed by still more shopping."
He chuckled. "I'll look forward to it," he said and pushed her in his chest again.
Quarter of an hour later, Hermione finally got up. "Okay now I really need to get up. I have to pee very badly," she announced unashamedly and ran into the bathroom to the sound of Oliver's amused laughter.
When he heard the shower running, Oliver moved into the bath. Seeing her standing there, naked and wet, with water dripping down her curvaceous body, he was losing control again. She's like a fucking drug to me he swore in his head and locked her between himself and the wall.
"I'll save our first shower sex for some other time but there's something I forgot to do earlier," he said a tad too huskily. Keeping Hermione's confused look pinned at him, he trailed kisses in a straight line from her lips to her center and then threw her left leg over his right shoulder when he was kneeling in front of her as he tipped his head back and dipped his tongue in her honeyed core. He smooched her hard right there at her most intimate part and felt her knee give way.
She felt his smirk on her inner thigh just as he threw her right leg over his left shoulder and held her upright with both his hands splayed at her sides, very close to her breasts and then he started rubbing her nipples with his thumbs, sometimes pinching and rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. When she came, Oliver leisurely twisted his tongue all over her folds and licked her clean. "I've waited to taste you again for so long wife, it's not even funny anymore!" he said, looking up from her pussy at her face. He waited till he heard her breathe normally again, then put her legs down and stood up.
"Now that lass, is exactly how you say good morning on the first day of your holidays!" he lightly pinched her nose and squeezed some shower gel in his hands and then massaged her all over. She then did the same for him and they shared the shower as they cleaned up.
They stepped out of the bath together, with Hermione swatting Oliver's hands from all around her. "What's wrong with you?" she asked exasperated, trying to hide her modesty behind a towel that she managed to barely spread in front of her.
"My delicious wife's naked," he threw at her in lieu of an explanation and rid himself of his towel before tugging at hers. He pulled at her waist and she jumped in his arms, reflexively locking her ankles around him, receiving a look very much like 'see what I mean' from him.
"You're a sex maniac!" she complained, though Oliver could hear the smile in her voice.
"Hey! I resent that! I'm a hot, sex starved, quidditch loving wizard who now has a naked, gorgeous and willing witch in his arms with her lady parts pressed to his equally naked chest and his manhood. Even Merlin himself can't control this!" he grumbled, backing her into a wall.
He locked her arms above her head with one of his hands and went straight of the kill as he pushed himself in. He met no resistance and slid right in. He looked at Hermione in clear amusement, flashing her a very knowing smile. "Good Godric, but you're wet Mini! A girl after my own heart!" he sang.
"Hey! I'm naked, in the arms of my hot and equally naked, quidditch nut of a husband," she laughed and winked at him.
He all but pushed in her with such ferocity at that declaration that she groaned right from the first stroke. He banged her hard into the wall, by the end she was sure there'd be a whole of her size or at the very least cracks in the wall just behind where he had pinned her.
"I want my name on your lips bhig mo leannan (my petite lover), nothing else, only my name," Oliver whispered while nibbling her jaw and ear lobes. "Scream for me mo bana-bhuidseach (my witch). Let the world know you're mine."
And she did. Just following her release, he screamed her name for her too as he came. "Tha thu a h-uile cail mi a-riamh bruadar (you're everything I've ever dreamed of) Mini," he grunted and kissed every part of her body he could before carefully setting her back on the floor.
She held his shoulders and gathered her thoughts. His words and that damn burr of his accent are my ultimate undoing she groaned inwardly. "Oliver.. that is it! NO MORE! We have to visit your parents before I go back to Hogwarts. And if we continue like this we'll never make it out of this room!"
Oliver muttered something incoherent and dark under his breath but acquiesced. "Fine. But you'll make up for this?"
Hermione couldn't control her smile at his pout. "Fine. I will."
He promptly kissed her. "Good, now it's sealed with a kiss. You can't go back on your word," he said and moved to another side of the room to allow her to dress. He too did the same.
They settled the tab at the hotel and then apparated to the manor. Just as they were walking towards the homestead on the cobbled walkway Oliver turned and whispered in Hermione's ear, "Four times in the span of three hours! We're good together! Wonder what all we could do all day and all night long, right?" His words had just the effect he wanted and Hermione promptly turned the envy of most tomatoes the world over.
He laughed amusedly and winked at her, "Bet we could teach Ana the color 'red' off you," he laughed and briskly walked away with Hermione following at his heels. Just as she playfully rammed at his side, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and tucked her into his chest, kissing the top of her head rather loudly. "Oh! Mo bheatha ulaidh, (Oh! My life's treasure) come let's get in before the lunch gets cold."
