Chapter 14: Bleeding Love
Articles were scattered all over the room.
Both women were flushed with desire, while writhing against each other for some more touch, fingertips reaching every patch of the other witch's skin that was even accessible, tongues dueling with each other first in Minerva's mouth, then in Hermione's. Hermione hadn't left her position atop of her lover, but by this time one of her thighs was resting between Minerva's, pushing lightly against her sex, as one of Minerva's thighs offered the very same sensation to Hermione's core.
Their lips breathily disconnected, both women panting hard for air. Teal green connected with brown, until Hermione had regained enough breath to continue her assault on Minerva's body. She began trailing open mouthed kisses from her collarbone to the valley between her breasts. The aggression of before appeared gone, as she tantalizingly licked Minerva's breast, never once near enough to even almost touch the nipple or even areola. Minerva's spine arched beneath her, and a familiar wolfish smile spread across Hermione's features. She just continued to trail her tongue across the swell of Minerva's breast.
Minerva writhed underneath her in anticipation until she could no longer keep up with the torture being delivered to her and pushed Hermione's head over her nipple. She had never been able to stretch foreplay longer than that. Hermione licked the puckered reddish bud with her tongue just once, before returning to the area surrounding it. Minerva immediately groaned in annoyance and pushed Hermione's head a couple of inches sideways again. Like before, Hermione licked the bud just once, before turning her attention to the skin below.
Minerva couldn't take her lover's tantalizing teasing anymore and gathered all her strength to roll them over. She settled on all fours above Hermione, pure lust shining through her eyes, which of course aroused Hermione even more. A rather devilish thought crossed her mind, and Hermione eagerly leaned up to reconnect their hot, wet lips in a passion filled kiss. She broke away way too soon according to Minerva's liking. "You're toying with your life," Minerva released in an unfamiliar husky tone Hermione hadn't heard before. Something animalistic must have taken over. It didn't scare her, though. It only aroused her more and offered the much younger witch more certainty to do what was forming into her mind.
She began biting Minerva's throat just not powerful enough to draw her blood, even though it reached to the surface to become hickeys later and moved on to her breasts, this time no longer teasing, but giving in to licking and sucking Minerva's nipple. The much older witch's head was thrown into her neck in delight, finally getting Hermione's attention where needed most of all… or not quite yet. She certainly had issues keeping herself up on all fours, elbows already bending slightly with the effort it took Minerva not to lower herself.
Hermione's mouth continued to give attention to Minerva's one nipple, while the other was being tended to by her hand. Hermione roughly pinched it a couple of times, before squeezing Minerva's full breast into her hand. Both of her hands moved to Minerva's lower back, nails digging, as she slowly lowered herself beneath Minerva, never once letting her mouth abandon the older witch's heated skin, until Hermione's open mouth found itself at level with her sex. Hermione eagerly ran her tongue up through the older woman's slit, and Minerva could no longer support herself and let her elbows finally bend under the intensity of her delight.
Hermione eagerly sucked on her lover's swollen clit then soft then suddenly surprisingly hard, hands wandering over her thighs and soon got her over the edge. Minerva gasped and moaned loud, brain frying under the mass of satisfaction that crossed through her being. She shuddered, feeling Hermione's full tongue trail from her core upward, gathering all of her juices. When Hermione finally reached her clit, a milder second orgasm followed, aided by the fact she wasn't fully down from the heights of the first.
Minerva breathed hard, looking back at her lover. "Did I just save my life or what?" Hermione questioned pseudo-innocently.
Minerva nodded weakly, barely aware of Hermione settling beside her with a smile. After a few beats of silence in which Minerva had gathered herself again, she finally opened two bleary teal green eyes, looking up at her lover, who appeared very amused. Using a bit of wand-less magic, Hermione easily summoned something particular from her luggage. As the familiar looking item landed between them, Minerva quietly rose her eyes to meet Hermione's with insecurity. Hermione immediately leaned in for another kiss, doing her best to convey the determination she felt into it, seeing Minerva's lingering uncertainty. The touch came to a rather sudden end. Hermione's eyes opened up first, then Minerva's. Their eyes quietly connected, before Hermione's voice sounded, breath tickling Minerva's lips, "Fuck me."
Minerva's eyes momentarily widened at that. She never would have imagined such rough language coming from Hermione Granger, and for just a minute, she actually wondered if maybe she hadn't heard well, until Hermione repeated herself, "Fuck me, Minerva."
Minerva's head shook. She wasn't entirely certain about this. She thus did as usual and moved in to give Hermione other delights. She leaned in for another wet, hot kiss, while letting one hand busy itself with Hermione's nipple, before eventually letting it go down further. Hermione willingly spread her legs, feeling Minerva's small hand disappear in between, mouth moving on to more erotic areas as well.
Hermione moaned loud, upon feeling Minerva's fingers slide between her slick womanly folds, before registering a dainty middle finger enter her. Minerva's mouth moved onto her lover's stiff nipple, biting it before sucking, as another finger joined the first into a fast and immensely satisfying pace that would lift Hermione to culmination in no time. Minerva's thumb successfully reached the most erogenous piece of Hermione's being and began rubbing it in fast motion. Nothing but pure pleasure overwhelmed Hermione, and as the waves wracked her body, she couldn't do anything but give in.
Even before Hermione's body had come down from the bliss of orgasm, she eagerly pushed her lover onto her back and straddled Minerva, before reaching for the strap-on and attaching it to Minerva's groin. She eagerly raised her hips, but Minerva interrupted her. Their eyes again connected. "Are you positively sure?" Minerva questioned.
"I am," Hermione ensured, leaning in to chastely kiss her lover, before leading the tip of the strap-on to her core. She quietly lowered herself onto it and reached to entwine Minerva's fingers with hers, before letting the entirety of the strap-on invade her. She almost immediately gasped and winced and shut her eyes, which told Minerva enough. Sharpened pain easily spread from Hermione's groin through her pelvis and even lower back, and even though she really tried to grow accustomed to the feeling, she couldn't. She no longer wanted this thing inside her, but she was heavily struggling to move. With the aid of a very worried Minerva, she finally succeeded in raising her hips high enough to slide the strap-on from her core. Minerva immediately undid the toy, tossing it aside and pulled Hermione close, carefully rubbing the younger woman's lower back. She didn't say anything, not even 'I told you so.', feeling the tears against her shoulder.
"I'm fine," Hermione hiccupped in between sobs.
"I'm not convinced," Minerva whispered, eying the toy beside her. "You're bleeding."
"It'll pass," Hermione said. "I'm fine, really." She, however, pulled herself nearer to her lover at that and shuddered. Minerva in response took her wand from the Georgian night table and gave it a wave to hide the suddenly un-bloody strap-on away in the depths of Hermione's luggage, before pulling the sheet over them both and allowing herself to fall asleep right after Hermione still holding her tight.