Well as always thank you for lovely reviews and comments, sorry I haven't had a chance to thank you personally as I usually like to do, have had one or two distractions and I thought it was better to get another chapter up...I hope you agree. So a collective hug and thanks for kind words etc xx I would also apologise for naughty cliff hanger last time around...I would but I am so not sorry, just mean. That said apologies for any errors etc and enjoy...
A tiny part of Hermione tried to separate the fact that it was Lucius Malfoy's hard flesh that she had in her hand, that she caressed so shamelessly, but the fact that it was Lucius Malfoy's body that felt so good in her hand made her feel all the more wanton.
They were both completely naked, they were both wandless; Hermione didn't for a second underestimate what this man was capable of with or without his wand, but somehow at this moment she felt that she was far more powerful than the Dark Wizard, instinct also told her that he was quite happy for this to be the case, perhaps that again came back to the stiff veined flesh which throbbed to her touch. She tugged gently but firmly on his erection, a dark blonde brow rising as she pulled him closer.
"I'm impressed, there's a lot more to you than I expected Mister Malfoy."
His brow twitched ever so slightly, but his other features remained fixed, his blue grey eyes boring into hers.
"I think Miss Granger under the circumstances you should call me Lucius." His aristocratic voice was low and very sexy.
Whatever the situation, even during some of his cruellest, darkest moments in the past, Hermione had never known this man to be anything other than oh so ridiculously proper and unnervingly polite. Devilment got the better of her, and she slid her hand slowly back and forth beneath the dark bubbling water, savouring the scarcely suppressed moan which escaped his lips.
"Circumstances?" She repeated his word questioningly, as if she had no idea what he was referring to.
Even in the dim light she saw his pale eyes darken and narrow, he bent his blonde head, his wet hair falling forward to tickle her shoulder, his mouth was just centimetres from hers.
"We are both naked in a hot tub." He stated obviously.
She felt his warm breath caress her face, the merest hint of cognac drifted to her nostrils, it excited her as much as his matter of fact, yet husky tone.
"You have my clearly very aroused cock in your hand, I think we could call that circumstances, you should call me Lucius."
Still so polite but there was something deliciously improper about his words, increasing her excitement. Hermione's hand continued to stroke him.
"Hmm so I do, Lucius." A hint of feigned surprise laced her voice.
She ran her thumb over the swollen head, even in the water she could feel a dewy bead form at the tip, she moistened her lips as they parted in appreciation.
Lucius Malfoy all but growled, he might have learnt a certain amount of restraint, acquired a modicum of patience, but he was still a man and an incredibly aroused one at that.
His mouth came down hard on hers, there was neither patience nor restraint in it as his lips moved across hers and his tongue demanded entry, which was willingly given. The easy battle of words became a much more feisty duel of tongues, which snaked slowly and erotically against each other, exploring mouths and moving over sharp teeth, the level of intensity grew along with their passion. The kiss became deeper and rougher, their tongues rubbing against each other more frantically. He felt her hand tighten around him, his body instinctively thrusting forward as he fought for breath and control.
Despite the pressure of his mouth and the eagerness of his tongue, Hermione couldn't help but notice how soft it felt, an almost tender coaxing which elicited the maximum response from her, driving her to demand more. The hands which had been splayed across her shoulders moved, drifting at a frustratingly languid pace, one across her ribs back to cup her breast, the other danced down her spine to the gentle swell of her arse, where it squeezed the soft rounded flesh. She moaned against his marauding mouth, releasing his cock, her arms wound themselves around his neck, her legs wrapping themselves around his waist, she moved her hips rubbing her sex against his potent erection.
He growled against her mouth, before their lips finally parted and they stood in the water, facing each other both of their breathing laboured.
"I'm shocked Miss Granger, what a naughty witch you truly are." His gasping tone was barely audible.
"I think Lucius, under the circumstances, you should call me Hermione."
Not for the first time this evening Hermione repeated the Dark Wizard verbatim, oddly delighted that she had shocked him and hoping to continue to do so, would he play the game also?
"Circumstances?"
Of course he would, she could see in his face, let alone feel in his body he was enjoying this particular game as much as she was. Whilst still catching his breath, there was no mistaking the questioning tone in his voice, as if he too were curious as to what she referred to.
"We are both naked in a hot tub."
She kept her face straight as she continued to use his words.
"You have your very aroused cock almost inside me, I think we could call that circumstances, you should call me Hermione."
"Hmm, so I do Hermione." He managed to inflict the same amount of feigned surprise in his tone as Hermione.
She saw those pale eyes of his narrow and darken even more, the pupils wide with desire.
"But"
A little frisson of apprehension ran down her spine, as his brows knitted together that infamously cruel look crossing his face. His mouth came menacingly to her ear, his lips grazing it as he spoke.
"We need to remove the almost from that sentence."
His movement was swift, it caught Hermione totally unawares and sent water cascading all over the floor and bamboo matting.
They might have been in a tub of water, but the warm wetness that his eager cock slipped into was all Hermione, her arousal and her desire for him evident. He groaned in satisfaction at the tight, wetness that drew him into her willing body.
Hermione couldn't withhold the small scream like sound which emanated from her, there certainly was a lot more to Lucius Malfoy than she had expected, it stretched and filled her like she had never been before, the action robbing her of breath and filling her with pleasure at the same time.
"Fuck!" He hissed at her ear.
Everything tightened around him all at once, her arms about his neck, pressing her pebbled nipples into his heaving chest, the fingers which had woven their way into his hair. Her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside and those silky wet walls which clenched his cock so tightly he thought he might just come there and then.
Had she not have all but screamed, Hermione was certain she too would have been responsible for the same unladylike expletive, from him it sounded uncharacteristic but so disgustingly sexy.
The dark water frothed and lapped gently against them, the sweet vibration heightening her already sensitised skin. His lips were still at her ear, caressing and nipping the soft lobe and licking the shell, the thought and the sound increasing her need for him. Hermione moved slowly, easing herself off of his rigid shaft, she heard his breathing increase and a small moan catch in his throat as she slid back down again. She repeated the action, ensuring that her breasts rubbed against his chest, sensation flooded her own body and her inner muscles clenched about him once more. His large hands gripped her upper arms, the strong fingers biting into her flesh, the pain mingled gloriously with the absolute pleasure she felt, and Hermione fought against his grasp, taking him with her, allowing him to assist with the movement. More water slopped over the edge of the oversized barrel leaving them just about waist deep. Letting his arms take the weight Hermione leaned backwards, her nipples puckering with the sudden cooling exposure.
They practically cried out invitingly to him and were simply too much to resist, the Dark Wizard dipped his blonde head, taking one of the rosy peaks in his mouth and sucking hard. Hermione groaned to his skilled erotic touch, pressing herself down harder on his sheathed length, burying him to the hilt in her hot centre. He groaned against the breast he suckled, the vibration tormenting Hermione even more than his devilish mouth and tongue.
"Mmm harder" She mumbled into the air, her head tumbling backwards.
The wicked mouth and tongue were joined by the teeth which had wreaked so much havoc on her earlobe, something unintelligible fell from her lips as he took the hard puckered peak between his teeth, biting perhaps a little harder than he should, but Hermione cried out again as pain once more morphed into incoherent pleasure. He moved his blonde head to the other one, his long wet hair now tickling her breast, it was a ridiculously sensual sensation, which sent Hermione's hips thrusting forward, causing her inner walls to flutter teasingly around him. He groaned at the other breast, sucking and nipping still harder.
Lucius wanted to touch her, he wanted to slip his hand between them, slide his fingers into that thatch of feminine hair, reach for that sensitive bundle of nerves and make her cry out once more, this time for him as she came over his cock. The thought drove him harder into the wetness, the water which this time cascaded over the edge of the tub left the level to just below their bottoms, the only wetness which he now felt around his throbbing shaft was all her.
Her arms were still wrapped around his neck, one hand relinquished its hold on her, dipping between them, Hermione tugged on his hair, pulling his head up to face her. This time her lips covered his, her tongue tracing the seam before slipping provocatively into his mouth. Their eyes locked and he felt her smile. Her fingers curled around the hand which had dipped between her legs, she laced her own fingers with his and to his surprise removed his hand. With one hand still around his neck and the other clasped in his she lifted herself off his cock, almost allowing to slip from her body, but not quite, the water and her own juices had made it blissfully easy for her to slide up and down on him, using her arms and his hand for purchase. She did it again, and again and again, his eyes fluttered shut, savouring the blissful sensation.
His body was unyielding, Hermione could feel every part of it against her and inside her. She knew he'd been reaching for her clit, had wanted to make her come, she didn't need his hand. She rubbed herself against his pubic bone, the angle she was at, the fact her was buried so deep and so hard inside her made it easy for her. Her warm sticky juices covered him, oozing between them and onto their bodies, the silky lubrication coating them both. Hermione's breath began to shorten, the little ball of heat burning next to his throbbing shaft began to tingle, his chest juddered against her and deep inside her she could feel him pulsating against her walls. She pressed harder, wanting to take him with her but this was a man she hardly knew, was he was ready? She squeezed herself around him increasing the action. Hermione felt his fingers bite harder into her flesh, felt his hand gripping her own, his chest was rising and falling just as hers was. His eyes fluttered opened and locked once more, Hermione licked her lips. It crossed her mind, at some point she wanted to taste this man, but for now she wanted to make him come and come hard. Another wicked thought flashed across her mind, it manifested itself into four words, which she spoke against his mouth.
"Come with me Lucius."
Her voice came out in a tone similar to the one she had heard him use several times during the course of the evening, not so much of a request, but a soft command.
Would he, was she chancing her arm just a little bit too much? His response came in the sound of a guttural groan, emanating from deep inside him, and his body thrusting harder into her. Hermione clung to him; all her limbs now wound around him like a vine, allowing him to move her however he wanted. The remaining water in the tub sloshed around their lower legs, her back hit the edge of the rounded barrel and he steadied himself. It drifted fleetingly across Hermione's mind that she was surprised she hadn't found herself apparated to somewhere more comfortable or appropriate, mind you there was nothing stopping her either; nothing that was except the only movement she wanted right now, was the upward lunge of his hips pressing himself deeper and harder inside her. Her senses were lost to him, she moved with him and against him, he grunted softly with every thrust and the ball of heated pleasure in her lower belly built, spreading rapidly to every part of her aroused body, teetering on the point of eruption, until finally she could take no more and it exploded in and around her, taking him with her. His rhythm faltered, and his body became suddenly rigid. Through her own cloud of hazy white ecstasy, Hermione saw his head fall back, a vein on his neck pulsed and throbbed just as his cock pulsed and throbbed within her, she felt his powerful body spilling into her own, and another gush of her own pleasure rushed to meet it. His name tumbled from lips; her face buried against his neck in a silky curtain of wet blonde hair.
As their breathing began to slow and return to normal, her grip on him slackened, she felt his sated erection slipping from her body and the very familiar feel of apparition.
