Chapter 33

Hermione moaned so loudly it echoed off the walls, bouncing back and rushing past her eardrums. It was all she could hear. But she didn't care how she sounded, and from Draco's continued, if not more rigorous, efforts, he didn't mind either. And she was grateful for that, because she had never had anyone go down on her before, and it felt so bloody amazing that she wasn't surprised she sounded the way she did. It had been something she'd been curious about, but had never had the nerve to ask anyone to try.

She was only able to think on this for a millisecond before Draco took her clit into his mouth and sucked while flicking his tongue. This, along with his fingers rubbing against the most sensitive spot within her, hit the witch with something she could only describe as a brick wall of pleasure. It was so sudden, intense, and hard, her back arched off the couch, her hands desperately grabbed his hair, and she let out the loudest cry the library had possibly ever heard.

It was the strongest orgasm she had ever had, and it left her unable to inhale as the waves wracked her again and again, and when she was finally able to inhale, she did so with a loud, "Oh, my gods!"

She saw colors behind her tightly closed eyelids, and when she opened them, her vision danced as she looked down to where Draco sat on his knees between her legs, face flushed and breathing fast. It took her a few seconds for her to grab her bearings. Her mind attempted to process what had happened. It didn't get too, far, however, because her eyes had dropped down to the still-present bulge in his pants, and a sudden sense of action took her.

Using her palms to sit herself up, she then moved them to his hard chest to push him back proper on the settee. Maneuvering herself on shaking legs, she once again sat on his lap, and claimed his lips. She could taste herself on him, finding it more sensual than she'd ever thought she would. Her hands moved down between them to undo his belt, making quick work of it, the woman eager to repay the favor he'd been so willing to bestow on her.

Slipping from his lap whilst pulling his belt from its loops, her knees landed on the carpet between his feet, and the witch gave the blonde his own trademark smirk. He bit his lip, looking nervous and excited all at once as she tossed the belt on the cushion beside him and moved her hands to undo his trousers. With him lifting his hips, she moved both his trousers and pants down his thighs, over his knees, and let them pool at his feet.

It was her turn to bite her lip as her eyes moved up to what eagerly awaited her. His cock stood at full attention, hard, veined, and with a purple head that had a bead of pre-cum that glistened in the firelight. She reached up to touch the droplet with her fingertip, spreading it along the ridge of the head. He drew in a sharp breath through his teeth, and she smiled at this before she gripped his length, admiring his thick girth and length.

Hermione licked her lips as she leaned forward to take him in her mouth, lips wrapping around the tip, tongue taking in the taste of him. Draco groaned deeply in his throat, his hips jerking up enough to push himself further into her mouth.

Working her tongue she wet him, taking more and more of him into her mouth until he hit her throat. She began to bob her head up and down in an even rhythm. At some point he lost his hands in her hair, holding her to him as he began to assist her by moving his hips. He groaned uncontrollably, gritting her name out when she began to use her hand in time with her mouth, going faster and faster as his pleasure noises grew.

She took this time to experiment with him, tickling the base of him with quick flicks, and the long drags of her tongue. She gripped him tightly at the base, holding him skyward, as she pulled her mouth off of him to suck at the vein that ran down the underside.

At one point, she reached up with her other hand to cup his sack lightly, careful not to hurt him, and that was when he stilled her head with a tight hold on her hair, saying quickly, "Hermione. Stop."

She pulled away from him, looking at him quizzically, asking, "What? What is it?"

Had she been doing it wrong? She'd only done this once before, for not nearly as long. Everything she tried had been learned mainly from books, as was most things she knew. Putting into practice what she'd read rarely failed her. Had she actually hurt him, even with her ginger touch?

She studied his face, seeing he looked close to the edge. His face was flushed a vibrant pink she'd never seen him wearing before; his disheveled hair fell into eyes that seemed to barely see her through his pleasure. "If you keep going, I'm going to…" He trailed off, like he was embarrassed to say it.

Hermione internally sighed in relief, though she still asked, "What's wrong with that?" He'd gotten her off with his mouth, and it had been life-changing. It had made her determined to do the same for him.

"It would mean," he said, "that I couldn't do this."

In no time at all, Draco had them both stripped of all clothing. He brought her up to her feet to tug her dress down where it sat on her waist to the floor, and pulled her down onto the couch. He practically tore his shirt off as he kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his the mix of excitement and chilly air, her hairs stood on end, and remained that way as he climbed atop her, pushing her back into the plush cushions of the settee.

Looking into her eyes again, as if he were asking, "Are you ready?"

As an answer, she bit her lip and she gave a terse nod.

Her breath hitched as he entered her, agonizingly slow. His grey gaze bore into hers as he moved, inching into her to the hilt with ease, for she was wet beyond belief after being on her knees for him. She couldn't help but moan at the memory mixing with the sensation of the feeling of him filling her.

He himself moaned, her name if she wasn't mistaken, before he kissed her again.

A/N: There is one more chapter after this, and then an epilogue! Thank you for reading.