Minerva held Hermione tightly, both arms wrapped around the girl's panting and trembling form, kissing her hair gently as she came down from her high. "This isn't exactly what I had in mind when I said that I wanted to hold you."
"You started it," panted Hermione with a grin.
"It isn't my fault that you're irresistible."
The younger woman laughed, kissing her lover's temple and then brushed her hand down Minerva's ribs, making the witch shudder with desire. "Shall we… take this into the other room?"
"Hermione… I…"
"What's wrong?"
Minerva pulled back, just a little and fleetingly made eye contact before looking away with a flush. "I'm not the easiest person to please… sexually I mean. I have difficulty reaching a climax." Her voice was tight, controlled, as she bared her insecurities to the younger woman.
Hermione's other hand cupped Minerva's face and she continued stroking her witch. "I want to touch you, to taste you and take my time with you." Another kiss, "I'm not going to rush you or get frustrated, there's no expectations here. I just want to make you feel good, to feel loved." The wolf's voice dropped an octave as she murmured the last few words, hinting at the thing both women felt but had yet to admit to the other. She swallowed at the enormity of what she had effectively said, stood up and held out a hand to the topless witch. "May I?"
Minerva grasped the hand and let herself be effortlessly pulled up from the sofa in a smooth motion. "I forget how strong you are sometimes."
Hermione chuckled, letting the witch change the subject, "Well I'd throw you over my shoulder if it wasn't so undignified."
"Let's not." Replied Minerva in her slightly miffed voice. Letting herself be led across the floor and to a wooden door next to the fireplace. A gentle tug brought her into the next room, it was dominated by a large bed silhouetted against wall to wall windows. The fireplace from the living area had no back and served to heat the bedroom too, it's light illuminating the room with flickering warmth.
Hermione watched entranced as the other witch sat on the bed, dancing firelight highlighting her shapely naked torso. The wolf knelt on the floor, between Minerva's parted knees, and pressed her face against a shapely bare stomach. She grasped the older woman's trouser clad hips, one in each hand and let her thumbs caress the naked skin above Minerva's waistband.
"You smell wonderful." The words were soft, awestruck and Hermione's lips brushed against Minerva's skin with every syllable, this time it was the older woman's turn to tremble. The wolf kissed the sensitive flesh, following the lines of muscle with her lips, just exploring and delighting at every shiver that the witch gave in response.
Hermione avoided the more traditional erogenous areas, focussing instead on a slow build-up and just enjoying having this woman become putty in her hands. She was fairly confident in her ability to please a woman, hardly a virgin or the shy retiring type, but there was an element of doubt, given how certain Minerva was regarding her past difficulties.
One hand slid from Minerva's hip to the older woman's back, Hermione ghosted fingers up and down the length of her spine, just barely touching. The wolf raised herself up higher on her knees, burying her face in the valley between Minerva's breasts and began to place soft kisses on them. The witch let out a sigh, letting her head fall back and her unbound ebony hair tickled Hermione's hand.
A glance upwards showed Hermione the corners of Minerva's mouth turned up in a blissful smile and her gaze caught the still visible mark on the older woman's neck. Her feelings rushed through her with an undeniable primal intensity, and Hermione leant back on her heels, dragging her fingers down Minerva's body until they were chastely resting on trouser clad calves, holding gently.
Hermione waited until a curious but still darkened emerald gaze met hers. "Minerva… I love you." She couldn't hold the words back any longer, the wolf needed to say it and needed her witch to hear it.
Minerva smiled, leaning forward and let her own hands move, cupping Hermione's face between her palms, brushing her thumbs over high cheekbones. "I wouldn't have defiled you on your brother's sofa if I didn't feel the same, you realise that?"
"Say it," Hermione's voice practically shook with vulnerability, "Please?" The wolf part of her was satiated by the almost bites that they had exchanged and by what had happened on the sofa, but the human part still needed reassurance.
"I love you Hermione, as confusing, sudden and terrifying as that may be. I love you too."
The wolf grinned, "I love you."
"Now get up here on the bed." Both women smiled, then Minerva kicked off her shoes and wriggled backwards, all the way to the pillows. Hermione leapt up with inhuman agility onto the edge of the mattress and advanced naked on all fours - the sight made the older witch moan.
Hermione lay next to her lover, bracing herself with one arm, drawing the older woman into a passionate kiss and letting her fingers drift across sensitive skin. They traced a gentle path across a clavicle and down to encircle the pebbled skin around a hard nipple. Minerva bit her lip in encouragement, egging the wolf on with the wordless gesture but instead Hermione abandoned her breast and moved over to run the backs of her nails down Minerva's side, a touch that had the older witch arching up - seeking more contact.
Hermione tore her lips away from the addicting kiss, knowing the taste of Minerva's skin to be equally intoxicating. She began to caress her way down the older woman's neck with her lips, gradually working her way down towards the swell of full breasts. Meanwhile her fingers teased Minerva's navel, circling and slipping one inside, causing abdominal muscles to quiver eagerly.
The witch squirmed, pushing her hips up from the bed when nimble fingers reached her waistband and unfastened the button. "Now who's being impatient?" Minerva growled at Hermione's words which just made the wolf grin but the sound morphed into a groan when the young woman's tongue lightly flicked across her engorged nipple; once, twice and then moved across to her other breast, repeating the motion. Hermione unzipped the trousers and slipped her hand inside, caressing a pronounced hip and sliding across the smooth cotton that covered Minerva's mound, tracing patterns so close to where the older witch was desperate to be touched.
Lips wrapped around an aching nipple as the young woman drew it into her mouth, using her tongue to provide additional stimulation, prompting another wordless cry of pleasure from her lover. Several seconds passed and then Hermione pulled back, pursed her lips and blew on the wet skin. The action caused blood to rush to Minerva's already heated core and she murmured the young witch's name like a prayer.
Hermione continued her slow exploration of Minerva's torso until the witch was practically foaming at the mouth and she moved down the bed, kneeling up to give herself access. Both hands trailed from their previous positions, down Minerva's body, gripped the fabric and began to tug it down. The wolf smirked when hips lifted from the mattress with undisguised eagerness to help her rid the older woman from the last of her clothing.
She snagged the older woman's knickers with her fingers, tugged them down with the trousers and chucked the fabric aside. While Hermione busied herself with slowly removing her socks; Minerva decided to up the ante and brought her feet higher up on the bed, letting her knees fall apart - revealing the entirety of her soaking wet sex to the young witch's hungry gaze.
Hermione swallowed - hard. Reminding herself of her intention to go slowly, she fought the urge to dive straight into what were clearly wet, willing and wanton depths. Instead she trailed her nails ever so softly up the inside of Minerva's thighs and then down again. "Hermione... Please."
The wolf smirked, "And what do you desire me to do?"
The husky rasp in Hermione's voice sent an obvious shiver through Minerva's frame and she was more than a little frustrated with the slow pace. "You could stop talking and use your mouth for something else!"
Hermione laughed, "Your wish is my command." The younger witch shifted position; settling down on her belly, with her head and shoulders between Minerva's bent knees, weight balanced on her elbows. She wrapped one hand around the older woman's thigh, bringing her lips to the inside of the same knee - the other hand she slid up the back of Minerva's opposite leg, enabling her to cup a firm buttock.
Slowly, Hermione began to kiss a trail up the quivering flesh, getting closer and closer to where Minerva needed her attention. The higher her mouth moved, the more overwhelmed by the intoxicating scent Hermione became, and both witches were trembling when the young woman began to lick moisture from Minerva's inner thighs. The older woman reached down and grasped Hermione by the hair.
With another chuckle the wolf finally obliged, flattening her tongue and making a single pass up Minerva's sex, she kept the contact light - just tasting at first. Then she began to explore in earnest; using lips and tongue to find out what made the witch's breathing quicken, the things that made her moan softly, or cry out. Hermione sucked gently on swollen lips, tugging softly before sliding her tongue through wet folds and flicking around but never quite touching Minerva's most sensitive area.
The hands in Hermione's hair clenched momentarily and again, harder when a bold tongue thrust inside of Minerva, wriggling around to hit sensitive spots. The witch cried out and jerked her hips off of the mattress, trying hard to get deeper penetration. Hermione slid one hand over the top of her hip, across her pubic mound and placed two fingers alongside Minerva's hooded clitoris - massaging the slippery flesh and bringing indirect stimulation to the hypersensitive bud.
The witch's breath was coming in ragged pants and the rhythmic movements of her hips were increasing. After a few minutes, Hermione withdrew her tongue and swiped it upwards, between her parting fingers, grazing over Minerva's engorged pearl. The older woman cried out loudly in approval.
Hermione moved her other hand, gathering moisture on her fingers and placing two at Minerva's needy entrance. "Please," whispered the older woman, knowing that Hermione would want her permission. The wolf slid inside, feeling slick walls stretch to accommodate her entrance and grinned as Minerva cried out again, beginning to pump her fingers in rhythm with her tongue's ministrations.
Minerva's head was thrashing around against the pillows and she clutched Hermione to her tighter. The witch's hips were bucking uncontrollably as her senses were overwhelmed. The wolf felt like howling in triumph when she perceived Minerva's core beginning to tighten around her fingers. She gently sucked, testing the older woman's reaction to it and wasn't disappointed when toned thighs wrapped around her shoulders tightly squeezing.
Minerva came hard, her whole body convulsing, almost throwing the younger woman off of her and she screamed Hermione's name. The wolf continued to lick at her, twisting her fingers and prolonging Minerva's climax, drawing it out so that the sweaty witch continued to buck and wail for a timeless moment. Then she collapsed back against the pillows with a long and shaky indrawn breath.
Hermione gently withdrew her fingers, wiping them on the sheets and pressed one more kiss against Minerva's intimate flesh, before rolling onto her side, wriggling and pulling the older woman into her arms. She grinned broadly and watched Minerva come back to her senses slowly. Then green eyes focussed on her blearily, "Welcome back."
"Don't you look satisfied?" Minerva smirked.
"Mmmm, I am." Hermione laughed; kissing Minerva's lips, lingering over the contact for several moments, letting the witch taste herself on her lips. "Do you have any idea how sexy that was? How beautiful you are when you climax? How amazingly uninhibited you sound in the throes of passion?" Minerva moaned, biting Hermione's full bottom lip before deepening the kiss and igniting a second wave of passion, one that wouldn't dim for hours.
Hermione woke up early the next morning feeling more than a little sore, she stretched with a groan and reached for the ebony haired witch who was sitting up with a book in hand. Minerva smiled when Hermione's hand slid across her stomach, "Good morning, my dear."
"Morning to you, gorgeous." The wolf leaned over to kiss her lover on the cheek. "What are you reading?"
The witch turned the book over so that Hermione could read the title. She was finishing off the novel she had started that first evening in the wolf's bedroom. "You truly do sleep like the dead. I made a god awful racket tripping over the end of the bed an hour ago, and you just rolled over."
Hermione smiled at the words, stretching again. "In my defense, someone thoroughly exhausted me last night."
Minerva smirked, "Aren't you supposed to have superhuman strength and endurance?"
"Enhanced, yes but hardly supernatural."
"I'm exhausted too, Hermione." Minerva put the book down and wrapped her arms around the younger woman. "I honestly cannot remember the last time I stayed up shagging for most of the night."
"Will you remember this time?"
Minerva gave a fond chuckle, "I believe that it's well and truly burnt into my memory. Besides, I don't intend for that to be the only time."
"Mmmmm good." This time Hermione kissed her witch properly, thoroughly, enjoying the way that Minerva's lips immediately parted and a playful tongue met hers eagerly. After several seconds the kiss broke and the wolf caught her breath before speaking. "I'll go put the kettle on, and we can get up to watch the sunrise over the lake if you fancy it?"
"Sounds lovely. Then you can finally give me the tour."
"Well it's a small cabin, it shouldn't take long." With a teasing smile the young witch got out of bed and walked off towards the kitchen completely naked, making sure to wiggle her arse as she did so.
"Pretty sure she's going to be the death of me," Minerva mumbled to herself and couldn't tell if the faint chuckle she could hear from the other room was Hermione's response or a figment of her own imagination.
Authors Note: Thanks to Libby for the beta and to all of you for the comments.