Teach me, Draco
Chapter 3 – … how did that feel?
Hermione didn't dare to move; her fingers were still coated with her own arousal and her heart was beating faster than a wild bush drum.
She was waiting for shame to overflood her senses at the filthy words they had exchanged just minutes ago. Words that had caused her to experience the most intense orgasm of her existence.
She still couldn't believe what affect they've had on her, especially when they came out of Draco Malfoy's dirty mouth.
"Fuck… how did that feel?" Draco murmured close to her face; his palm was still pressed against her heaving chest. His lips almost touched her temple with each word spoken and it sent intense shivers down her spine.
She let out a strained whimper, unable to talk just yet. The white-haired wizard smirked at her in return. She tried to take in all his sharp facial features; his nose and his high cheek bones. His fucking beautiful grey eyes that watched her with deep hunger.
Something inside her tried to remind her that she should protect herself from him and his wicked smile. But she didn't want to drown in regret when she could have more of this blissful feeling inside and out.
Worried about the possibility of being flooded by her rationality, she grabbed the back of his neck and urged him to come closer. He complied with a groan.
Within seconds their lips were united and his hand on her collarbone began to wander over her heavy breasts. The moment he kneaded one of them they both moaned into each other. Hermione felt the need in between her wet thighs rising again.
He pulled away from her lips briefly to look down at his hand caressing her feminine curves. He seemed to enjoy the sight, which only turned Hermione on further. She wanted him to feel good as well; her with pleasure coated hands searched for his still hardened cock. She was determined to give him what he needed.
He stopped her by her wrist before she even got close. To do that he had to let go of her chest, and she huffed in disappointment.
"Let me take care of you, Granger" his voice was even darker than before, and Hermione had no idea how she would ever recover from this night.
"You already did… I want you to enjoy this too," she admitted shyly as she half-heartedly tried to escape the grasp of him around her wrist.
"I'd rather have you tell me what I'll find when you take those pants off."
She swallowed. He would find her knickers ruined from her previous activities mixed with her new awakened need for more. She had no idea where all this pleasure stemmed from, but she felt it with every breath.
"No?" He hummed and let go of her wrist. His fingers stroked the side of her face until he held her. "You don't want to tell me? Why?"
"I-", she cleared her throat, "I don't think I can."
"Oh darling, you're doing so well. Don't get all shy on me now." His subtle praise caused her to melt into the mattress.
Hermione was not used to be open about her sexuality. But she didn't want this night to end, so she gathered all the Gryffindor bravery she was able to find. "Can I just show you instead?"
Even though it was dark, she saw his eyes flicker in the moonlight falling through her windows. His hair fell onto his forehead and threatened to cloud his sight when he spoke. "You would do that for me? Show me that little cunt so I can have a look at it?"
His words made her rub her thighs against each other for some needed friction. His words did things to her she didn't know she was capable of feeling.
"I know" he whispered hoarsely, "I know you need more. And I will give it to you."
His hand set her free at the same time as he looked down. He watched her fingers when she tugged down the jeans over her hips.
"Fuck… I can smell you Granger. Sweet Salazar..."
That should have mortified her. She didn't like her own smell – it wasn't horrible but also not nice. The fact he noticed it made her feel uncomfortable at first, but when she discovered the need in his own eyes she felt strangely encouraged.
With a soft peck of his lips on her forehead he pushed himself off the mattress until he sat and helped her out of her jeans and socks. He threw her clothes somewhere far away and crawled over her until his hands came down next to both sides of her head.
Hermione spread her knees in response and started to moan loudly when his hips pressed against her. His hard cock rubbed against her drenched knickers.
"Oh god… Malfoy…" she winced at the violent jolt that wandered through her body. He leaned down and kissed her with a guttural groan of need. She couldn't help herself, grabbed his neck again and pulled him towards her. He lost his balance and covered her upper body with his.
"Nugh… Granger… so wet," he moaned against her, his tongue slipped right into her mouth where he devoured her like the sweetest peach.
She bucked her hips in response and ground against his erection. He hissed and retreated to kneel in front of her. His hand nestled with the hem of her blouse; fingertips reached for her hot skin underneath waistband of her underwear. Both breathed heavily and watched how his hands unbuttoned her.
He slowed down drastically as soon as he discovered that her nipples showed through her laced bra. Hypnotized by the sight of her peaks he touched her and kneaded the flesh underneath his palms.
"Perfect tits," his hands roamed over her curves, two fingers hooked into the sides of her knickers to pull them down. Hermione helped him to undress her, her legs and hips lifted and twisted as elegantly as possible for. When he dropped the lacy fabric, his large hands grabbed her by the thighs and pushed her legs open slowly. "Look at that perfect swollen pussy."
The cold air tickled the most sensitive parts of her body, his thumbs rubbed soothing circles with the right amount of pressure into the insides of her thighs.
"Please, don't make me wait any longer," she pleaded with him, so desperate to finally feel his touch where she needed it the most.
A throaty sound escaped him; his eyes shot up to catch her hooded gaze. He didn't stop rubbing her leg.
"I'll take such good care of you, Granger. All those months were worth the wait," he let his fingers roam further towards her center. She sighed at the intensity of her feelings for his caress, her own hand wandered to cup her breasts.
"That's a good girl, play with those nice tits while I fuck you with my fingers…"
His right palm stroked with pressure over her wet core, and she wailed at the feel of him. His left hand held her open when he spread her lower lips with ease, her slick folds welcomed him without hesitation.
One long finger slid into her, and her inner walls tried to hold him inside.
Draco Malfoy was affected by her arousal, his words stuttered when he licked his own lips.
"Shit… tight little cunt… will hurt you when I push all the way in…"
"More," she shook with pleasure as he slowly fucked her with a second finger. Deep and slow, his thumb played with her sensitive clit. "Don't stop."
"Not before you didn't come all over my hand… Fuck, you feel incredible." His voice broke, which caused Hermione to swallow and moan at the same time. She wasn't sure she was able to come again, but she was hunting for that next release. Her hips moved in slight circles to get his fingers as deep as possible.
His rhythm was a heaven-sent blessing and became faster as he thrusted roughly into her channel.
"Oh gods... like that...yes", was all she managed to breathe out as she played with her own tits and pinched her nipples.
"Do you like my fingers deep inside your cunt?" Against all her beliefs she felt another knot forming in her stomach. The ball of energy moved slowly. She felt how her inner walls contracted around his long fingers.
"Sing for me," he groaned and curled said fingers inside of her. Hermione's eyes rolled back into her head as he hit a spot that nobody ever touched before. Draco Malfoy seemed so skilled as he fucked her with his hand. Hermione's cunt began to flutter, and her lips parted in awe as he brought her over the edge so unexpectedly that she cried out.
"Oh… Draco… ahhh" her entire body shook and spasmed underneath him. She tried to buck away from the pleasure as it seemed to become too overwhelming. His other hand on her thigh shot up to her lower abdomen and pinned her down to the mattress.
Pleasure gushed all over his hand and forearm, onto the mattress and down her thighs. Her body shuddered violently.
His fingers slowed down but went even deeper as they moved in tandem inside her. He gently fucked her through her second orgasm of the night, until it became unbearable for her. She had to let go of her breasts to grasped for his wrist. He pulled out of her, and the feeling of emptiness dazed her.
He smirked and looked up from the mess they made. Without hesitation he licked her juices of his digits, his eyes locked with hers before they shut close. The sounds he made had her heaving for air.
"You have no idea how beautiful you are when you're all spread out in front of me, dripping and moaning." He whispered into the night, as he grabbed her thighs and pushed them down against the mattress. She felt too weak to protest, her pulse still raced like a Nimbus 2000.
He dove headfirst between her legs, and she jolted at how sensitive she was. His soothing tongue covered her folds, licked her slid up and down twice with a feral sound of satisfaction. It shouldn't have turned her on so much, but she couldn't keep her hands from diving into his blonde hair. She fought the urge to push him away and pull him closer at the same time. Her brain was not working with her body, it was just too much.
Both of his hands pulled at her outer lips, spread her wide open before his tongue pushed into her. The feeling was incredible, and Hermione decided to buck her hips into his mouth. He groaned against her as he attempted to clean up all her juices. As if he was a man starving, he drove deeper into her, his nose pressed against her overstimulated clit and rubbed eagerly against it.
"Oh my…" she panted, threw her head back and moaned without catching a breath. She swore she could feel him smile against her convulsing cunt. "Nugh…"
"Like how my tongue feels inside you, do you?" Each word vibrated against her and made her wince in ecstasy. "Be a good girl and come all over my tongue."
He drove into her again, his tongue and nose everywhere where she at least expected it. Her juices ran all over her. One of his hands spread her arousal further, his thumb collected her pleasure and stroked it against her puckered hole.
She bucked into his mouth more aggressively and forgot where she was as he began to play with her other hole as if it was a violin. She almost felt sorry for him when she took all the air from him as soon as he pressed and pushed the tip of his thumb into her.
She didn't expect it, but she came – harder than the two times before. She screamed his name as she drifted in and out of consciousness.
Hermione felt him press his lips on her stomach as she rode the after wave of her earth-shattering experience. He was showering her with his praise, and she quivered under every little compliment from him.
"So sexy… so good for me…driving me crazy…" He came down next to her and grabbed her by her waist. He rolled her onto the side carefully before he pulled her against his chest. Her neck hid in his shoulder and her lips pressed against the side of his neck.
"I… I've never…" she almost sobbed into him as she slowly came back into her body.
"I know…" He whispered into her hair as he held her close. She felt his erection against her stomach, and it reminded her that he hadn't come yet.
Hermione pushed gently against his chest to get enough space in between them to look down. With shaky fingers she went ahead and touched him. She coaxed a hiss from him as she spread his precum over the swollen tip.
"It's okay, you don't have to return the favor. This was for you."
She shook her head, closed her fingers around his shaft and squeezed the rock-hard flesh carefully. "I want to, please let me make you come."
Her fingers weren't even able to touch each other. That's how thick he was. Ginny has been right, he had every right to be as arrogant as he was.
He bucked his hip against her grip. "Have you ever had a cock this big?"
"No," she breathed out her answer without the need to think twice. He chuckled; the vibration of his chest shook her through the core.
"Use both hands, darling" he encouraged her, the hand around her waist left her slowly to give her more leverage. She had to sit up and let him roll onto his back.
She saw how he twitched in her hand when she decided to straddle his thighs. His pants were still where he left them earlier, the hem of them pulled down. Her wet core pressed against the fabric and the friction almost distracted her from the task at hand.
She felt a little helpless when she saw him support his upper body on his elbows as he watched both of her hands move up and down slowly.
"Spit on it," he demanded roughly, and she clenched her thighs around him. She did him the favor, spit dripped from her lips to cover his tip. She spread it all over his massive cock and did her best to lubricate him thoroughly. He groaned in appreciation.
"Just like that…" one of his large hands covered both of hers to squeeze them around him to show her how much pressure she was supposed to use.
Hermione prided herself with being eager, so she caught onto his favored rhythm quickly. The reward in form of the little noises that escaped his chest were motivating her to finish what she started. It turned her on when she watched his eyes shut close as he dropped his hand and let her figure it out.
"You would literally destroy me for any other man," she whispered with a hot breath and wanked harder as she discovered that he enjoyed it rougher. Just like herself.
"Nugh… would you like that, Granger? Having that big cock in your tight little cunt?"
She felt herself getting wet again and she shockingly found alarming similarities between herself and The Very Hungry Caterpillar. She didn't even know she had such a high sex drive. She should be satisfied for the next twelve months… but instead she felt needy for his touch again. But this was for him… he did so much for her already.
"Yes-yes, I would like that. I want you to take me so hard that I won't be able to walk for days."
"Shit, go a little faster… yeah… fuck… like that…" he melted in her hands, and she'd never felt so powerful.
"Where do you want to come, Malfoy?" She rasped in anticipation as she felt her chest hurt at his handsomeness. He tried to keep his eyes open to watch what was happening, but his lips parted, and he threw his head back with a hiss when she spat on him again. The sounds of her wanking him off made her moan loudly.
"All over you… wherever you let me." He stuttered and swore when she squeezed even harder.
"Fuck my hand until you come, Draco. Show me how much you want it." She had no idea where the words were coming from. She shivered at them, but then she relished in the aftermath of her filthy tongue. Her words had caused Draco to lose his mind as he bucked into her hands.
His hips lifted from the mattress, and he fucked into her tight grip. He gasped and his hands tugged at the sheets underneath him in desperation. "C-Close Granger… fuck… I'm gonna…"
His voice roared through the dark room as he came, his cock twitched uncontrollably in her hands and hot semen hit her chin. He released all over himself and her hands. She had never seen so much cum in her entire life, and it gave her butterflies. His hips stuttered and slowed down.
Hermione smiled at the view and stroked him until he couldn't stand the overstimulation any longer. As she pulled away, he gasped for air. She did that to him.
With greedy fingers she touched his belly and made him jolt as if it tickled him. She ignored that and picked up some of the semen from his stomach, brought it to her lips and tasted his bitter lust.
"Are you on birth control, Granger?" He asked with a raspy voice. She nodded and wanted to elaborate, but she stocked as one of his hands cupped her face, stroked along her jaw and he cleaned her chin from his cum.
She shrieked in surprise when he pushed her off with the other hand and rolled over her, so he landed in between her legs. Without hesitation he found the way with his fingers - covered with his semen - in between her legs and pushed deep into her until she wriggled underneath him in pleasure and pain. It felt like heaven.
He fucked her with his fingers until his name echoed from her bedroom walls into the night.