A flash of light sweeps through the cracks in the curtains, briefly illuminating the bedroom. Hermione stirs, waking when the light shines on her face. She groans quietly, rolling over to her husband, who sleeps peacefully.
Still half asleep, Hermione's arm reaches out, feeling for Draco in the darkness. Grumbling, Hermione briefly sits up and waves her wand to turn on the bedroom light.
She turns around, back to Draco. Who, she can now see, sprawled out under the sheets of the king sized bed. She smiles at her sleeping husband.
Hermione rejoins him, lying down beside him. Without thought, her hands begin carding through his hair gently. Draco stirs.
She withdraws her hands as he rolls over to greet her. "Good morning, beautiful." A wide smirk gracing his face.
Hermione purses her lips in an attempt to hide a smile, but it breaks through. "Good morning."
Draco turns to his side, resting his hand on her waist, pulling her closer. Hermione giggles, "Happy to see me?"
"Hmm?" Draco asks, sleepily.
Her hand leaves her side, groping at the bulge Draco has below the sheets.
Blushing lightly, "Well, I am sleeping with the most beautiful woman in the world. And she's mine. Soo, yeah. I have a lot to be happy and thankful for."
Hermione's smile says it all. Draco pulls her closer.
But she resists.
Draco looks at her in confusion, but it quickly passes as she pushes him down to the bed and clambers over top of him.
Straddling his waist, she arches over, kissing him tenderly. Draco's arms reach up to her sides, gently grasping her. Her hands cup Draco's face gently as she presses her kiss.
Their breathing quickly becomes laboured and heavy. Hermione's hips begin grinding against Draco's and he groans under his breath. Hermione breaks the kiss and jumps from the bed.
Draco sits up, disappointed to have her away from him. But he watches her intently.
She spins around on the ball of her foot, letting her hair spray outward in its curly glory. Grabbing the pants of her sleepwear, Hermione begins pulling them from her body. Draco sits up, captivated.
Hermione's head spins around to catch a glimpse of Draco's attentiveness. Pleased, she bends forward, emphasizing her hips by rolling them from side to side to her husband and slips off the pants. Draco's eyes sweep over her supple skin, drinking in the details of her curves.
"Oh Merlin…"slips from his lips.
Hermione grins away from Draco, and continues. She rocks her hips back and forth, slowly, taunting her husband. Draco's hands clutch at the sheets, balling into a fist as he restrains himself. Her hands glide up from her thighs to the bottom of her night shirt, following the contours of her body. Draco studies her movements with captivation. His steel gray eyes locked on to her.
Hermione pirouettes on her feet once more, spinning around twice until she faces him once again. With her hands opposite of one another, she begins lifting the thin fabric covering her upper body. Inch by inch, Draco's eyes bathe in her beauty and showmanship.
Her hands approach her breasts, stopping just short of revealing them. Draco's face can only be described as disappointment. Dropping the cloth from her hands, Hermione turns away from Draco once again, rocking her hips lightly. Already enough to taunt him.
"You are killing me here," Draco says while moaning.
Before Draco can get to Hermione to put her on her back she whispers before getting in his lap, "How about you let your wife take care of your needs?"
Draco grins, knowing full well what could await in his near future, "Mmm… Well let me just remove my pants." Hermione submits, falling from his lap to stand on the cool wooden floor. Draco quickly removes his pants and throws it toward the bathroom door. Meanwhile, Hermione paces up to the window of the room, peering out and looking over the London skyline.
She hears the footfalls of Draco walking on the wooden floor, so she spins around and begins strutting back to him. Draco launches himself toward Hermione as she takes a step away back towards the wall, noticing his demeanor. He quickly catches up to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. His hands glide down to the bottom of her gown, pulling them up and over her head. He tosses the gown aside along with the pants she already removed.
Locking their lips together, his hands gracefully slide down her body to her butt, cupping it gently. Hermione smiles through the kiss with pleasure, and stands up on her toes to try to even their heights. Hermione furrows her brows, displeased with the height difference still.
Draco grins down at the curly brunette, pleased with his tall stature.
What to do when I am still a head shorter than him? A wry smirk graces her face. Draco has come to know this face intimately, for it was dirty and mischievous.
Hermione kisses her lithe husband's neck, working her way down from his ear. Draco recoils and gasps tenderly as she let her lips glide over top the sweet spot on his neck. She waits a moment before digging her teeth into his flesh, sucking on the sensitive spot she found on his neck so long ago. Draco groans loudly with his hands exploring her back and butt.
Her skin tingles under his touch. She releases her leech like grasp to her husband and resumes kissing her way down his neck, reaching his collarbones. Tracing one side with her fingers, Hermione bites down on the other, causing Draco's head to fall to hers, kissing her tenderly while he groans.
She moves on, lingering only long enough to leave a commendable bite mark trail down from his neck. Kissing her way down past his pecks, across his stomach, she falls to her knees. Draco's head rolls around, eventually looking down at her with his piercing grey eyes to be greeted with the sight of his wife's tongue brushing up against the bulge in his underwear. He bucks his hip unconsciously, reacting to the stimulation she was so good at offering.
Hermione's slender fingers curl around the top of his waistband one at a time, then begin to pull them down his legs inch by inch. Draco moans quietly to himself, but she is well aware of his comfort. Hermione dips her head down, moving closer to his waist as his massive member flips out, slapping her lucidly against her chin once his boxers fall to his knees.
She kisses his hips gingerly, "Whatever… you… want… my love." Hermione consents between kisses.
Draco's face twists into a complexion of pleasure and imagination. "Whatever I want?" Though certainly not the first time he has heard or requested, it's always as if it is the first time.
Hermione gazes up at him, nodding intently, flashing her pretty brown eyes.
"Well, how can I refuse?" Draco smirks.
Hermione presses the side of her head to his waist, sliding her tongue along his shaft as she goes. Her hand squeezes his leg, and he steps out of his boxers and she tosses them aside happily. Her hands rise up to his thighs, planting themselves to him. Draco gasps as her tongue curls under him right at the sensitive spot where his sack connects with his hardened shaft.
She feels his hand run through her silk curly hair, coming to rest at the back of her skull as her wet tongue massages his meat. His head rolls again, glimpsing her head shifting as her tongue runs back up the length of his shaft to the tip. A loud gasp erupts from his lips as hers begin to envelop his head.
"Hher… Hermione." He chokes.
Her tongue flickers against his head as she envelops him, causing his fingers to dig into the back of her skull. She doesn't mind, knowing full well it just means she is doing her job well, further encouraging her on. She holds herself there, teasing him gleefully as the first drops of precum ooze from his tip.
Salty… with a hint of bitter. Mmm… The clearish liquid runs over her tongue and down her throat. Draco begins to open his mouth, but she knows what he wants. Without hesitation, Hermione straightens her posture and impales herself on his massive rod, swallowing him whole.
He gasps, "Unnghh… Fuck! That's my girl…" Draco trails off, clearly in bliss.
Her golden brown eyes flicker up to him, hoping to catch his eyes. He beams down at her, their eyes locked as she cradles him in her throat. His hand presses to the back of her head, pinning her to his waist with his cock down at her throat. Draco flexes his whole body, gritting his teeth as the muscles under her hands tense and strengthen. His shaft grows still further in her throat, harder than a rock.
She would only ever admit it to him, for obvious reasons, but she still loved this feeling. Surrendered to him, his whole engorged member held inside her throat. Draco feels her throat tense after a few more moments of holding her down against him.
Spittle flows from her mouth down her chin, with a few drops beginning to flow down her bare chest and pooling on the wooden floor. A tear forms in the corner of her eye as she begins pushing herself to contain him in her throat for as long as she can bear. She chokes, her throat collapsing tightly around him momentarily.
"Oh Merlin…" Draco groans in ecstasy, gritting his teeth once more, and flexing his body into her. Hermione begins pulling away, but Draco stops her. "No. Choke."
She obeys, sinking back down on his enraged shaft.
"Gah! That's my fucking witch. Fuck!" Draco grunts again. Her fingers scrape against his thighs as her body shudders and convulses once. He releases her and she shoots off of him, gasping desperately for air.
Spittle mixed with precum still flowing from her mouth in torrents, she wipes away the excess with her forearm. The only noise in the room, her desperate rasping for air. Draco smiles blissfully, deeply pleased with her performance. Her amber eyes flash up to his steel greys once again, reading the wide grin on his face, she smiles back brightly.
Draco's hands runs through her hair once more, giving her a moment to enjoy it before he nudges her head back towards him. He pulls her hair back, causing her to release a sharp squeal, filled with both pain and pleasure as her head tilts back. Draco grabs himself and begins rubbing himself over his wife's face with glee. Hermione snorts with a smile, before she sticks out her tongue for him.
He grins at her readiness to please. Her eyes flicker shut and open again as his shaft dwarfs her face, vainly trying to remove the spit from her eyelids. Normally he would let her clean herself, or even do it for her, but they were enjoying this far too much to do that now.
"You ready?" Draco asked eagerly.
Hermione grins under his rod, withdrawing her tongue to talk, "I did say do whatever you want with me, didn't I?" She reaffirmed, smiling up at him reassuringly.
Draco wet his lips and tightened his grip on her hair. He steps back enough to raise her head back to its typical position and releases her. He stands up tall thrusting himself outward towards his obedient wife, "I think you know what I want you to do."
Hermione doesn't hesitate, letting her tongue flicker against his tip once more before absorbing him into her mouth and throat. She gags as she struggles to fit him in her mouth, but gives way as he slides down her throat. He grunts wildly.
She laps her tongue against the bottom of his shaft doing her best to stimulate him. Without being told to do so, she takes it upon herself to lift her hand from his thigh. Draco glares down at her disobedience with contempt, but soon finds she was only moving to further stimulate him. Her fingertips graze against his balls, cupping and massaging them in her hand gently. Draco's groans grow louder and more lustful.
Something incoherent falls from his lips. Hermione's body convulses again after a few more moments of choking on him, but she holds firm. She closes her eyes, fighting back the urge to gag. "Ah ah! No. Open your eyes, let me see you look at me."
She obeys, not one to shy away from any challenge, particularly one from her husband.
The tips of her fingers glide around his sack, massaging and coaxing their contents to bring his apex. But he resists, lasting longer.
Her body convulses once more and he releases her head. But she remains glued to him for a few more moments before she convulses again and desperately releases him as she heaves for air. She coughs a few times as she regains her oxygen levels.
He leaves her be, letting her rest and recover as he mindlessly strokes her silky hair. A minute passes before she looks up at him and nods, announcing she is ready for whatever else he has in store for her.
Draco points to the bed wordlessly. Slowly, she stands and turns away from him walking towards the bed. A sharp smack lands against her butt as he spanks her while she turns away from him. She squeals and half turns back to him, exposing part of a wide grin and rosy cheeks. She could feel the sting of his hand on her butt still as she climbed onto the bed, awaiting further instructions.
"On your back, head off the end of the bed." He commands.
She obeys swiftly, laying down and throwing her head off the edge of the end board. Draco grabs a towel from the bathroom and places it under her neck and head so she is more comfortable.
Draco grabs her hands and places them on the rear of his thighs, knowing she will remain obediently glued to him like such. Draco grasps himself, guiding his shaft to her mouth. She opens instinctively, submissively. He groans loudly as he slides himself down her throat.
His hand reaches out and grabs her breast tentatively, squeezing her in his hand. She moans through him. The vibration in her throat feels amazing on his cock. "Ah! Keep doing that!" he pauses, "Keep moaning!" he clarifies.
Her throat continues vibrating around him and he can only describe it as… he can't actually. His free hand locks around her throat, grasping it firmly. Hermione arches her back unexpectedly at the feeling of his hands on her body. Draco pulls himself from her throat, rubbing himself over her face again before slipping back in. he repeats this process a few times before settling to use her throat as his toy.
With his hand still around her throat and gripping her breast, he begins fucking her throat. His wild grunts grow more primal and forceful. He is lost in the bliss of her slick, hot mouth wrapped around his hardened shaft. He can feel himself stretching her throat through his hand.
She chokes again, convulsing as he forces his cock back down her throat. His head rolls around on his shoulders. Gritting his teeth and squeezing her breast with more force than needed, she knows he is getting close. Which she was excited for, not only for him to get his release but also because even she had her limits. She could only take such a pounding, particularly of the veracity Draco brought to the table… or rather bed.
"Fuck!" Draco yells as he pulls out, quickly grasping her side and rolling her onto her belly. He grabs her hair and pulls her from the bed by her curly brunette hair, careful not to use too much force and let her follow. Hermione slips from the bed, catching herself with her arms and knees as she crawls onto her floor.
Draco lifts her up to her knees once more, propping her up for what was to come. Hermione tilts her head back before Draco does it for her, but he still grasps the back of her head firmly anyways. He strokes himself furiously, as Hermione reaches up and fondles his balls once more with her cupped hand.
It throws him off the edge.
He explodes.
Draco yells loudly and incoherently, aiming himself down to his wife's face. She closes her eyes and opens her mouth wide for the present she was to receive. The first pulse of his hot white cum splatters against her face with force, flowing down the sides of her face, around her mouth, eyes, and nose. He aims lower again, with the second rush covering her neck and collarbones. His hand continues to stroke himself as more cum flows out of him, covering her chest now.
Without pause, her hand withdraws from his sack and she dips her head down as the flow of cum finishes. She knows time is precious and sets to work immediately. Her tongue wraps around his balls before carefully sucking them into her mouth, cradling them with her tongue. Her hand slips down his shaft, using his cum as a lubricant. She quickly accelerates her hand, making him grow to full staff once again with surprising speed.
His hands falls from her head, "Ggr… Grran… Granger…" he barely manages to groan out. He grits his teeth once more, "So close… Don't stop!"
She quickens her pace, pumping him even faster until his already rock hard cock stiffens even more. Urgently releasing his balls from her mouth she wraps her lips around his tip, flicking it with her tongue.
His body tenses again and she can feel the rush begin. "Don't swallow yet." He commands, just as his seed spills into her mouth.
The remaining seed from his body flows out of him like a waterfall and into the awaiting mouth of his wife. Draco groans ravenously, tossing his head side to side.
Hermione patiently waits for his orgasm to subside, still with lips locked around his tip. A few moments pass and Draco's head falls back down to look at his wife. With that, she slowly slips her lips from her husband, using her hands to milk the remnants from his long shaft and into her mouth. She purses her lips, looking up at her husband. She already knew what he wanted, but waited for him to tell her anyways.
"Show me."
She flickered her eyes still trying to remove some of the cum from her eyelids, then tilted her head back slightly and opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out with a pool of his cum resting on it. He beamed down at her proudly, gleefully.
"Mmm, that's my goddess. Now swallow."
She withdrew her tongue and swallowed his salty load, with Draco grinning widely at her.