He kissed her with such force that she nearly stumbled back had it not been for his arm wrapped around her waist. It only took her a moment to adjust to the twisting of his lips, the tender nips, and impatient caresses. His mouth moved hungrily against hers and his hands moved in restless motions along her body. He was behaving like a starved man, the only thing that could satisfy him being her.
Hermione on her part felt no different, she rose on her toes, entwining her arms around his neck and leaning on the support of his hard chest so that their bodies were perfectly aligned. Her lips were coaxed apart as he tasted her with passionate strokes of his tongue causing her to moan softly.
His hands found the lace at the back her dress and with a soft tug, the fabric came loose around her frame. He tilted her head back gently exposing her throat and began a burning path of kisses from her ear to her collarbone. He sucked on a particularly sensitive spot on the base of her neck inciting a wanton moan from her.
His hands slipped the dress off her shoulders letting it fall to the floor. Before she could register the cold air on her skin standing there in just her chemise, Draco lifted her into his arms, bringing her over to his bed. He eased her onto the bed and then kissed her, hovering over her so their bodies were not quite touching.
His hand traveled slowly over her front, finding the weight of her breast, and cupping it with his fingers. His ministrations grew more teasing, as he used the pad of his thumb to graze her sensitive nipple in aching circles. She writhed and sighed under his ministrations, her hands grasping at the fabric of his shirt to pull him closer to no avail.
"Draco…" She pleaded, needing the touch of his hard body against hers.
He placated her with a quick but hungry kiss that was cut off when he pulled away. His breathing came out slightly uneven as he sat back and watched her face as he loosened his cravat and began to take his shirt off.
It was oddly erotic for Hermione, watching him undress. The contrast of his neat, tailored clothes to the masculine form underneath. He was elegantly sculpted, his build lean and muscular. She watched with wide eyes, her teeth catching her bottom lip as he finished undressing exposing his muscular thighs and hard length.
She stared at it, numerous thoughts flooding her mind. She wished she had asked Luna more questions. Although she had said she was well-read, Hermione's knowledge was severely limited to the technical aspect of sex. She did not know what he preferred, what she was supposed to touch or do.
Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she shyly shifted closer to him. A glance at him, she saw he was watching her with dark hooded eyes. Tentatively she grasped him in her hands, adjusting her grip to his length and width. She stroked him carefully. She did not have enough courage to look him in the eye, but she listened to his body, discerning what elicited a pleasant reaction and repeating the motion.
She didn't think it was possible for her to be any more ready, but she could feel herself getting wetter, her ache becoming more pronounced with every shiver and noise he made.
When her thumb swiped at the tip of his head, he hissed a quiet, "Fuck." Before grabbing her hands and stopping her ministrations.
She made a noise of protest, but was muffled when he kissed her, crushing their lips together and sweeping his tongue into her mouth hungrily.
"You're much too good at that." He muttered between their lips sounding both awed and perturbed, causing her to feel a rush of pride and satisfaction.
His hands began to roam her legs, traveling upwards until the fabric of her chemise was at her thighs. She felt him grasp the ends of it and allowed him to pull it up over her head. She willed herself not to blush as his heated gaze attempted to memorize every inch of her naked form.
He pushed her gently, laying her back on the bed and parting her legs slightly so he could settle between them. She sighed when he lowered enough so that they were pressed against each other, his hard fever-hot skin pressing against her breasts. He possessed her mouth with sensual kisses, skimming his hands up and down her sides. His hand came to a stop at her breast, circling her nipple with his thumb and then palming the flesh until she was arching against him.
His mouth moved lower, placing ravenous kisses and nips over every inch he came across. Hermione moaned loudly when he reached her breasts. His wet hot mouth took her hardened nipple, tugging at the sensitive flesh languidly. He teased her with his mouth and tongue only stopping once she was panting in need.
"Draco." She moaned, eyes falling shut, when he moved lower, placing kisses on her stomach, her waist, the spot below her bellybutton. She threaded her fingers into his hair, like she often liked to do, letting her nails scrape gently against his scalp. He hummed against her skin at that, so she did it again causing him to let out a shaky breath against her skin.
Her lips pulled into a small grin. She expected him to say something, but he continued with his small ministrations undeterred. She sighed contently when he placed another small kiss on her navel.
And then she felt it. The slick point of his tongue running over the sensitive flesh of her core as a pleasurable fire spread through her body. Hermione barely managed to slap her fingers over her mouth before she let out a muffled cry of both surprise and pleasure. She picked her head up and found a dark, wicked expression on Draco's face.
"Draco…" She managed to squeak unsure whether to ask him to keep going or to stop. Surely, what he had just done wasn't proper or legal—
"Don't cover your mouth. I want to hear you." His voice was quiet but commanding. She wanted to say something, but all coherent thought was lost when he ran his tongue over her folds, only this time deeper.
"You taste so good, Hermione." He murmured, licking deeper into her mound as she moaned his name.
She arched her hips helplessly, twisting her fingers in his hair for purchase feeling her entire body tremble. He was stroking her with his tongue and then suddenly, his mouth clamped down on the small bud above her folds with precision, sucking and circling it with his tongue. Hermione felt the pleasure finally uncoil as she cried out in dizzying relief.
Draco pulled himself up, enveloping her in his arms, peppering her face with warm kisses as the last waves of her climax subsided.
His mouth took hers again, his tongue moving against hers in a slow and lazy fashion that took her breath away. She felt his hardness press against her thigh, but he made no move to relieve it, instead focusing his attention on her breasts again. She made a mewling sound when he reached one hand down to gently stroke her swollen flesh.
This felt even more intimate than when his mouth had been on her. His eyes traced her face before stopping to meet her own, as his fingers languidly swirled and circled her core. He watched her face intensely, as if he were ingraining it into his memory. His fingers dipped inside of her, and she let out a small moan at the feel of them stroking inside her.
He was doing it again. Building that pleasurable tension inside of her, but she didn't want it like this. She needed him.
Unsure of how to convey this to him, she grasped at his neck, pulling him down into another kiss.
"Draco…" She said against his lips.
"Yes Hermione?"
"Please, I want…"
His lips skimmed from the hollow of her neck to her ear. "What do you want, love?"
Her hips rose from the bed, letting out a small noise as his thumb pressed on that particular spot over her folds. She was unable to formulate a response to his question.
He took pity on her, kneading her mound, he murmured. "This place here, does it ache here?"
"Yes." She cried out, nodding her head quickly.
"Does it ache for me?" He asked, gently pushing a few strands of hair from her face. At her nod, he continued. "Do you want me to soothe the ache? Fill this sweet, empty place right here?" He punctuated his question with a stroke of his fingers.
"God yes, please Draco." She could hear herself say, but it did not sound like her. The voice was breathy and sounded much too promiscuous.
He licked his lips, as he aligned himself against the dampness between her thighs. She felt the engorged tip brush against her sex, but he paused suddenly, looking down and searching her eyes.
"Are you absolutely sure, love?" He asked, voice gentle but managing to convey the seriousness of what they were about to do.
Hermione had already been sure weeks ago. She brought herself up on an elbow and kissed him. "I'm sure. I want you Draco, so much."
He let out a low groan and caught her mouth in a searing kiss.
"I'll be gentle." He promised as she felt his hips push forward, the hard length slowly thrusting inside her until he was buried to the hilt. It took her a moment to adjust to the foreign feel of him inside her. It felt nothing like his fingers or his mouth. There was a stinging sensation that she had not been prepared for her and he felt entirely too big inside her.
Hermione gripped his shoulders tightly, as he let out a shaky breath. She could feel him tremble and shiver in an effort to control himself. His brilliant grey eyes were half-lidded in lust as he bent to kiss her.
His hand snaked down and rubbed at the peak of her sex eliciting a wave of pleasure that distracted her from any unpleasant sensations. She could not help but thrust her hips forward, taking him in deeper.
He made a noise that sounded either strangled or choked.
She froze and stared at him with concern. "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"
His eyes were shut, she wasn't sure whether in pain or pleasure. "So tight." He said hoarsely more to himself than her.
"I-I'm sorry…"
"No that's not—" His lips pulled into a small smile as he opened his eyes. She relaxed when she saw the same heady desire in them. "Don't be sorry."
She stared at him and felt a rush of gratitude. Hermione could not imagine this same tender and passionate man as the Draco she was accustomed to. But he was. He had come to her with infinite patience and affection, something she knew was not an easy feat. She reached up and placed her hand over his cheek.
"You don't have to be gentle." She said with a bite of her lip. "I won't break, you know." And when he still didn't look convinced, she kissed him again and said, "Draco, please I want you to…fuck me." Her last words had been said in a rushed whisper, a blush staining her cheeks, but he seemed to understand.
His self-restraint seemingly eradicated, he began to move inside of her, rhythmic thrusts that managed to hit a pleasurable spot deep inside her every time. She clutched his shoulders, her hips squirming to meet his every thrust. His pace began to pick up as he trailed one hand down her leg to the underside of her knee, hitching it over his waist.
With this new angle, he managed to fill her deeper and rub against her sensitive bud causing a familiar tingling sensation to spread through her body.
"Draco…" She moaned. "Please, I…"
His mouth nipped at the base of her neck, as he continued to pump inside of her. She was shivering in pleasure feeling that familiar heady desire that threatened to overcome her. "Come for me, Hermione. God, you feel so good. So fucking wet, so tight. Come for me right now."
It was his words that drew her over the edge, her eyes falling shut, a cry slipping from her lips as the tension building up inside her released with an eruption of pleasure. She could feel her core clench against him causing his face to grow taut with excitement. His shaft jerked violently inside her, as her walls fluttered around it, until he finally found his own release.
"Hermione." He groaned, burying his face in her neck at the intensity of his climax.
After a long moment, once they had both managed to catch their breaths, Draco withdrew out of her, but she was pleased when he kept her close, wrapping his arms around her in a loose embrace and adjusting the covers over them.
"You should rest." He said quietly.
Even though Hermione had napped for a significant portion of the day, she realized she had an overwhelming urge to sleep again. Perhaps because of how comforting it felt with Draco's arms around her or because of the activities they had just partaken in. Hermione moved her head to rest on his chest letting the calm beat of his heart lull her to sleep.