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She wasn't quite sure when they had started talking about their sex life. They were half way through bottle of wine number two and he looked possibly more relaxed than she had ever seen him. He was lounging back against the sofa, one hand holding his glass of wine, the other stretched across the back of the sofa, while she was curled up on the opposite end, feet tucked up, hair likely a mess by now. Regardless of how the conversation had got to where it was, she was telling him how utterly tragic her sex life had been.
"I'm just clearly not picking the right people. It's just so hard to find someone I'm... compatible with." She sighed, taking a swig of wine and he nodded thoughtfully.
"Well, I can tell you as a 39 year old man with a few more sexual years behind me than you, that it doesn't get better in my experience." He replied, somewhat glumly and she rolled her eyes.
"That's really motivational, you know?" She asked and he laughed, that deep chuckle that made her toes curl.
"Apologies. I'm in very much the same boat as you, though. So come on, tell me what was wrong with your ex's." He said, waving his hand to float the wine bottle to them and refilling their glasses.
"I'd feel bad going into details." She said and he shrugged.
"You don't have to. But you know I won't tell anyone." He said and she knew that was true. His loyalty was one thing she greatly admired about him.
"I just... with Ron, it just felt a bit like I was sleeping with my brother or something. Just bloody wrong and... weird." She shuddered and Remus smirked.
"You certainly don't want to be sleeping with your brother." He said and she laughed.
"True. Viktor was just... I don't know if it was because he was my first or what but it felt so... so clumsy? It was alright, I suppose but it just wasn't what I thought it might be." She sighed and he nodded his head, motioning for her to continue.
"And Oliver was... fine. Vanilla. Whenever I asked for something a little more... more he would go along with it but I could tell he wasn't really into it." She shrugged and he frowned.
"More?" He asked and she blushed.
"Just... more. You know, a bit... hands on." She mumbled, taking another sip. She had asked Oliver to spank her and it had been nothing she had hoped for. Such a disappointment. She looked across to him and he had an eyebrow cocked at her, a small smirk on his handsome face.
"Anyway. That's me. Your turn." She said and he laughed a little, shrugging.
"The women I've slept with tend to not want enough, or want too much sexually. The ones that don't want enough like... what did you call it? Vanilla?" He asked and she nodded.
"Yeah. As in plain." She said and he nodded, drinking from his glass before continuing.
"Exactly. And the ones that wanted too much I'm pretty sure only wanted to sleep with me because of what I am. I think they expected... well, I know they expected me to be... a little more rough than I was willing to be." He finished, a slight blush staining his cheeks and she nodded. She could understand that. She wondered quite what he enjoyed and had she been sober, maybe she would have ended the conversation there. But then, had she been sober, she wouldn't have been in this conversation to begin with.
"So what do you like or want?" She asked, hiding behind her glass and glancing at him. He had both eyebrows raised and she was about to apologise when he smirked.
"Nothing too wild. I like to be... dominant. Spanking, pinning down, leaving marks. And I fucking love filthy talk. How about you?" He asked and she had to shift in her seat. She was turned on by his confession, by the fact he wanted to do exactly what she wanted to experience. How could she now say that? He was waiting, studying her, eyes darker than they usually were. But then maybe that was the light. Or wishful thinking.
"Would it sound like a line if I said that but... in reverse?" She asked quietly, shifting again and his smirk this time was positively indecent.
"You want to be dominated? War heroine, future minister for magic, strong woman, complete fucking badass Hermione Granger wants to be dominated by a man?" He asked and she laughed loudly, shaking her head at him while he drank his wine, grinning at her.
"I control my life to extreme measures. Is it so wrong to want to relinquish that control?" She asked and he shook his head.
"No, not at all. As long as you're giving that control to the right person." He said and she swallowed hard. She had fancied Remus for as long as she had known him. She had wanted him since she was old enough to want sex. And now, with this playful look on his face and his posture that of a confident and relaxed man, that want was spiralling out of control.
"Quite. No one expects me to have a dirty mouth." She said and he chuckled.
"I'm not sure I believe you can say filthy things, Hermione. Or is it just that you want to hear them?" He asked and she laughed lightly.
"I want to say them and have them said to me." She admitted and he bit his lip, raising his eyebrows. She frowned at him.
"What?" She asked and he put a hand up in surrender.
"I just can't imagine you saying anything filthy." He said.
"You think I'm too prim and proper to beg for the right cock?" She asked, fighting to keep her blush down but needing to prove her point. The change in him was almost instant. His eyes darkened and this time she knew it wasn't the lighting. He quirked an eyebrow and gave her the sexiest smile she had ever seen.
"I stand corrected. Tell me, have you ever had foreplay so good you've begged for their cock?" He asked, shifting his body to face her and she felt her arousal spike as she shook her head.
"No. I've never had foreplay or sex that made me come. So, no." She said and his eyebrows rose.
"You've been having sex with the wrong people, Hermione." He said and she chuckled.
"Quite. Is it too much to ask to want someone's touch to set my skin alight? To have someone's mouth write poetry into my skin? To lose complete control to someone else? To have even just one great night of incredible sex that I can feel the effects of for days after?" She asked, unaware she had sat up until she stopped speaking. They were closer now than they had been all night and she could feel the tension between them, thick and heavy in the air.
"Have you asked?" He posed, his voice a little gruffer than it had been and she couldn't help licking her lips, her mouth horrendously dry despite the copious amount of wine they'd had. He tracked the movement of her tongue with his eyes and when they came back to hers, his pupils were blown, the green giving way to black. Maybe this conversation was affecting him as much as it was her.
"Do you want me to beg, Remus?" She asked, eyes big as she awaited his response. His body twitched just slightly and then he exhaled loudly and the disappointment struck her hard. She had taken it too far.
"We are housemates, Hermione. It could get awkward." He said gently, too gently and she bit back a frustrated huff.
"Forget I said anything. I was stupid to think you'd want-"
"No. Never, ever say that. You're... you're fucking gorgeous, Hermione. It's all I can do to keep myself sat here." He said, voice somewhat strained and she rolled her eyes, leaning forward to put her wine glass on the table.
"Yeah, ok. I think it's probably time I called it a night. Goodnight, Remus." She said, standing and making her way past him. She felt like a complete idiot. She had pushed his flirting too far and now it was going to be uncomfortable for likely weeks until they could forget about tonight. She was out of the door and almost at the stairs when his hand wrapped around her wrist, pulling her back and spinning her so her back was against the wall.
"Remus, what-"
"I want you. I want you so fucking much. I want to spank you and mark that beautiful neck, I want to hear you when you beg for my cock, Hermione." he said lowly and she fought to keep her moan back.
"Then do it, Remus." he said and again he looked strained. His eyes swept her body and he closed the distance between them. It wasn't enough that his body was pressed against hers, but it was enough that she could feel his heat radiating against her. She was trapped by him, against the wall, by his body so much taller and broader than her own and she loved it. God he hadn't even done anything, not really, and she was already a mess.
"You really think I haven't thought about this? When you walk around at work with those tight skirts on? You don't think I've thought about dragging you to the archives and peeling that skirt off of you?" he asked and her breath stuttered. His hand had come to rest on her hip, thumb rubbing slow circles there.
"You think that when you walk around here in those tiny little red shorts, I haven't thought about pulling you across my lap and spanking you for teasing me so relentlessly?" he asked, hand abandoning her hip to ghost across her arse. His eyes were burning into hers now and she didn't know what he might do but when his hand found her chin, tilting it up to properly face him, she almost whimpered with her need.
"You think when you doubt yourself, when you doubt I want you, when you doubt how stunning you really are that I don't want to shove my cock down your throat, along with those doubts until you never utter them again?" he whispered and this time she moaned.
"Remus-"
"You think, when you debate with me, when you tell me how deserving I am, as a werewolf, to have the same rights as you, it doesn't make me want to kiss this perfect little mouth until you've no words left?" he asked and she swallowed hard.
"I... Fuck, Remus, I-"
"You think when I make myself come, it isn't your name that falls from my lips?" he asked, cocking his head and breathing wasn't easy for her now. Because when she did breathe, it was all him. His scent, his confidence, his fucking heat.
"Do it, Remus. Do it all. Please?" she asked and the heat in his eyes was smouldering now. The only part of him touching her was his fingers on her chin, holding her in place but she felt consumed by him.
"But... But you said you didn't want a relationship right now." he said and she swallowed. She had said that, but this was Remus for goodness sake. She didn't want a relationship with anyone else. She wanted him. But she knew he wouldn't want that, she was probably too young for him and he was incredibly guarded about who he let in. During the whole time she had known him, she had never known him to be in a relationship.
"I did but... but this doesn't have to be... it could just be a one time thing." She said and he raised a single eyebrow at her.
"No commitment?" He asked and she shrugged.
"If you like." She said, biting her lip. The want she felt for him had progressed to a need, aching deep, deep down in her core. If he said no to this, she didn't quite know what she would do. He let reached his thumb up from her chin to drag her lip free, running the pad of it softly along the lip while he considered her.
"You really want to... to have sex with me?" He asked, a little vulnerable.
"I want you to fuck me, Remus. And I want you to fuck me hard." she said in response and it was seemingly enough to break him because his lips were on hers nanoseconds after the last word had left her own. His kiss was needy, demanding. He let go of her chin in order to cup her face with both of his hands, tilting her head up to him. When his hands moved, it was in a slow perusal of her body, one sinking into her curls, the other gliding down the skin of her neck, ghosting over her breast, splaying over her waist and settling on her hip.
Hermione was officially a mess. This man had kissed her and barely touched her and she was already considering just asking for his cock right now. She didn't know where to touch him first and settled for laying her hands on his chest. It was firm beneath her touch, warm and she could feel the raised skin of what she thought was likely to be a scar. She moved them up and onto his shoulders, taking her time to learn the feel of him over his shirt, to touch what she had wanted to touch for years. She felt him open his mouth and responded by opening hers too and he let out a small groan of satisfaction when his tongue found hers that ended her underwear. It was a useless scrap of wet material and nothing more now.
She had asked earlier if it was too much to expect someone to write poetry on her skin with their mouth, but she hadn't expected this beautiful sonnet Remus was working with his tongue. His kisses promised something more, something she knew would be incredible and it was so distracting she had missed the fact his hand had moved from her hair and that he had both just under the curve of her arse. That fact was brought to light when he picked her up in his arms, smiling into their kiss when she gasped. She was sure she was probably too heavy but god she felt feminine with her legs wrapped around his waist, pressed up against this wall.
"You're sure?" he asked between kisses, dragging his mouth away from hers and she whimpered a little, rather pathetically in her opinion but he was smiling into her cheek, laying kisses there before he dragged his tongue down the column of her neck.
"Fuck yes, I'm sure." she responded, voice already breathy and he sighed into her skin before sucking the skin into his mouth and she moaned, dropping her head to the side to give him more access and he nipped his way along the skin.
"God the noises you make are exquisite." he said, one hand leaving the top of her thigh as he pulled his head from her neck. He stroked her cheekbone with the back of his knuckles gently and she swallowed hard, biting her lip. He smiled and pulled it free again, dropping a soft kiss there.
"You'll tell me to stop if you want to, or if I'm doing something you aren't enjoying?" he asked and she nodded quickly, too quickly because he was smirking again.
"Yes, of course." she said, leaning forward to kiss him but he pulled away.
"You have to promise." he reiterated, seriousness laced in his voice and for a moment she wondered quite what he planned to do with her. But she didn't care. He could do whatever he wanted.
"I promise." she said and no sooner had the words left her mouth she found herself being carried up the stairs.
"If I'm too heavy-"
"You're about as heavy as a feather for me." he said, cutting her off and she grinned, making herself at home in his neck this time, kissing the skin there, her tongue running the length of a scar as he opened his bedroom door and kicked it shut again once they were inside. He let go of her with one hand, finding his wand and setting a silencing and locking charm on the room and then a contraceptive charm on her.
"I need to know your rules on where I can and can't come." he said, as casually as if they were talking about the weather while he laid her down on his bed, coming to rest on top of her.
"I... Wherever." she said and he raised an eyebrow.
"In you?" he clarified and she nodded. She clenched at the thought. She hadn't ever really been a fan of that, but with Remus? God, he could put his come anywhere and she would be happy.
"Please." was all she could manage as her hands found the buttons of his shirt. He stopped her hands then and for the first time since this had started, she saw a hint of nervousness in his face.
"I'm scarred. It's fine if you don't want to take this off." he said and she thought he was trying to be nonchalant about it but he didn't quite pull it off. Her eyes roamed his beautiful, scarred face and she kissed him gently, working to undo his buttons anyway. Once they were done and she was pushing it from his shoulders, she pulled away to look. He was right, obviously, he was scarred. More so than maybe she had expected but it didn't change how much she wanted him. His body was a temple in her opinion, one she planned to kiss every damn inch of.
"Remus-"
"I know. Like I said, I can just-"
"You're perfect." she cut him off, pulling him down to kiss her and he seemed hesitant as her hands roamed his skin, tracing the larger scars. He relaxed the more she touched and when she reached his belt, he pulled away, sitting up to tug her jumper off and threw it to the floor. He made light work of her bra, pinging the clasp with one skilled hand and tossing the material somewhere behind him. The feel of his scarred skin against hers was an aphrodisiac she hadn't been prepared for. She sighed happily when she felt the light smattering of blonde chest hair on her own chest but she didn't have much time to appreciate it as his lips worked South.
He traced her collarbone with his tongue, then kissed his way along the other, sucking on the dip of her neck and eliciting a moan from her. He reached behind him, taking her hands from his back and pinning them to the bed before kissing down to her breast. The anticipation of what he might do had her squirming beneath him but he held her wrists firm enough to stop her moving but not hard enough to hurt. She glanced down at him and he was watching her as he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked gently. The moan she let out she was sure she hadn't made before. He spent his time there, teasing her nipple with soft sucks, licks and drags of his teeth.
"God Remus... Fuck..." she moaned and he adjusted, bringing both her hands up above her head and pinning them with just one of his own. He came away then from her nipple, blowing gently across it, ripping another moan from her throat. Her hips were winding against him, desperate for friction in her core where she needed it most.
"You want my cock already, Hermione?" he asked, switching his mouth to the other nipple and she gasped as he flicked his thumb across the recently abandoned one.
"Yes. I can feel how hard you are, I want it." she replied and felt him smile against her nipple. He adjusted again, sitting up a bit and pulling her legs from around him, bracketing her legs with his own so they were pinned together.
"You can grind my cock when I tell you that you can." he said and she huffed.
"I'm not ready to beg for it yet." she said, quirking an eyebrow at him and he grinned, coming back and sucking harder on her nipple.
"But you fucking will, Hermione." he said and she knew she would. She was completely at his mercy at the moment, hands pinned above her by his, legs trapped underneath and by his, one hand teasing her breast, the other getting the same attention from his mouth and she was gasping with the feelings he was giving her. He kissed down the length of her stomach, licking a wet line from hip to hip before sitting back on his heels, letting her hands go so he could unbutton and pull her jeans off. Once done, he parted her legs and kneeled between them. His eyes were roaming her body, taking in inch by inch and she blushed, the urge to cover herself strong.
"You're so, so fucking beautiful." he said and she gave him a shy smile, shifting again and wondering what he might do next but he adjusted to put his hands on her thighs, pushing them further apart and putting his head between her legs. He ran his nose up the length of her core and took a large inhale that had her blushing a deep, dark red.
"Fuck you smell so sweet." he mumbled.
"Are you going to taste?" she asked, trying to swallow her embarrassment and he chuckled that deep chuckle that made her wet.
"Is that what you want? You want my tongue inside you?" he asked and she moaned, nodding. God she wanted it. She needed it.
"Yes, yes I want that." she said and he bit the top of the inside of her thigh, causing a strangled moan to escape her throat. She felt the pressure he was applying on her thighs increase just a tad while he kissed, sucked and bit at her thighs. She was almost trembling beneath him now, only able to communicate in moans and gasps.
"Remus... Please..." she managed, pulling on his hair and causing another chuckle that made her moan.
"Please, what?" he asked and she groaned.
"I want your tongue on me." she said and he licked the join of her hip and body, making her shudder.
"It is." he said simply and she huffed, looking down as he smiled wickedly at her. She was so turned on, so close already and he hadn't even touched her yet. He was still holding her gaze when he bit down on her core, tugging at her lips and she cried out, convulsing off of the bed a little.
"Remus! God... Fuck! Please!" she was begging now and she couldn't have cared less. She needed that talented mouth on her now.
"Please, what? You have to tell me exactly what you want." he said, biting her again and she was nearly losing her mind now. She wondered if he cared that she was pulling on his hair, scratching his scalp but if he did, he wasn't saying anything.
"Fuck me with your tongue, please?" she begged and he grinned, licking her over her underwear from centre to clit, sucking the skin over and over and she was almost crying with how good it felt, body shuddering time and time again but she needed more from him. Just as she was about to form words, she felt him release a thigh and rip her underwear from her body. She gasped, looking down at him and the smirk he had on his face.
"I think you'll find I own these, now." he shrugged, putting them into his pocket and she moaned.
"You wanted a reminder of how wet you got me?" she asked and he shook his head slowly.
"I wanted a trophy to use when I make myself come thinking about you drenching your underwear because of me." he said and she dropped her head back into the pillows.
"Fuck, Remus." was all she could manage and she felt him pin her hips to the bed with his forearm, the other arm coming to rest between her legs and forcing them apart.
"Such a fucking pretty pussy, Hermione." he sighed and she bit her lip hard as he circled her clit with the very tip of his nose.
"All for me?" He asked and when she looked down she couldn't help the moan slip from her lips. His eyes were dark, darker than she had ever seen them and the look in them was predatory in nature. She was his prey and he was going to devour her. The thought didn't worry her in the slightest, rather it caused that ache to intensify and twist, burn with need.
"All for you." She responded and the grin he gave her was worth it. He sighed happily, eyes dropping to her again, tongue lightly teasing just the edge of her lips.
"Please Remus, please make me come? I need to." she pleaded and he kissed the side of her thigh gently.
"You've been so good. And you smell so fucking sweet." he replied and she groaned. Before she could complain, his tongue was on her. And holy fuck, what a tongue it was. He swept it across her clit, circled it, pushed it inside of her, sucked her clit, pushed an orgasm from her so quickly she had no time to warn him before she was coming on his mouth and he groaned when she did, spiking more pleasure through her at the vibration and then he was lapping up her come, not breaking his rhythm once.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Remus... Fuck... Remus... Fuck, Remus!" she cried as he sucked hard on her clit, forcing her body to shudder and dangle on the edge again. She never came twice, not so quickly, but when his teeth were dragging themselves across her overly sensitive nub she was lost. The orgasm crashed over her, barely a minute after the first and her hips were pushing hard against his forearm, but he kept her pinned exactly where he wanted her and she was pulling on his hair, crying his name, torn between trying to close her legs and open them further.
"You come so perfectly." he mused when she recovered from her second orgasm. She was panting now, body trembling from the wonderful things this man was doing to her.
"How the fuck did you do that?" she asked and he laughed, biting down on the skin of her lips and she hummed her approval, bucking her hips as much as he would allow. She could see from her angle that her thighs had bite marks in various places and the sight made her a little wetter.
"You're so fucking responsive. I love it." he said, licking a line up from her entrance to her clit again.
"How can I not be when you're that bloody talented?" she asked and he grinned up at her, mouth wet with her release. He let her hips go and pulled away and she pouted at the removal of his lips from her.
"Roll over. Let me see that perfect arse." He said and she did. He leaned over her, reaching for the pillow she wasn't using to brace herself and put it under her hips, tilting them the way he wanted to see them. She felt him shift and then his teeth sunk into the skin of her arse, sucking the skin between them, hard enough to undoubtedly leave a mark and she moaned loudly. He stood then and bent to kiss her, pushing his tongue into her mouth, letting her taste herself on him and she should have been embarrassed but she felt herself get a little wetter yet again.
"See how fucking sweet you taste?" he asked before plunging his tonuge back in and she moaned.
"Please... Want you..." she begged between kisses and that's when she felt the first spank. It was hard enough to make a loud noise, hard enough that she certainly felt it smarting against the recent bite mark but it didn't hurt and she let out a breathy moan.
"I told you, you need to ask properly for what you want." he said, pulling away, taking both of her wrists and pinning them above her head. She could see how hard he was, straining against the material of his trousers and could only watch as he undid his belt, pulling it free and dropping it to the floor. Then, he undid his trousers and pulled his cock free of his boxers. He was big. Bigger than she had ever had and thick and her core was tightening already imagining how he would stretch her. God she wanted it. He pumped himself a few times and she licked her lips; she couldn't help it.
"I want your cock, Remus." she said, glancing up at him and he grinned.
"Where?" he asked and she bit her lip.
"In my mouth. And in my pussy." she said and his smile got larger as he spanked her harder and she moaned. This was what she had imagined when she asked to be spanked. Firm, solid spanks that she was sure would redden her arse.
"You think that smart mouth can handle my cock?" he asked, spanking her again and she moaned, nodding.
"Yes, Remus." she said and he spanked again, on the other cheek this time and she tilted her hips up more. He pushed a finger inside of her then, exhaling loudly as he did.
"You really think this tight little pussy can take me?" he asked, pushing at a spot inside of her no one had ever found before. She arched further into him, moaning loudly as he crooked that finger. He gave her a few strokes and then pulled out, spanking her again.
"Answer me. You think your pussy can take this?" he asked, rubbing her come over his cock.
"Fuck Remus, yes, yes I can! I promise, please?" she asked as he pumped himself in front of her. He cocked his head and watched her, bringing her arms down a little.
"You really want it in your mouth?" he asked and she nodded as he spanked her again, fingers glancing over her core and she moaned deeply.
"Beg." he said simply and she moaned.
"Please? Can I suck you?" she asked and he smirked, spanking her again.
"You can do better than that." he said.
"Please, Remus, I want to taste my come on your big cock, please?" she asked and he pushed his cock towards her, allowing her to take it in her mouth. She could have kept him there forever, he tasted so good on her tongue and when she sucked on the tip, he groaned and spanked her harder than he had before. She moaned on his cock, taking him as deep as she could in the position he had her pinned in. He watched her take him in, running her tongue over the tip each time she came up and his breathing altered, becoming deeper and a little more ragged. His fingers adjusted to slip two inside of her core and she moaned onto his cock, opening her throat to take him even deeper and he hissed, crooking his fingers and stroking that spot that he had found made her moan earlier.
"Keep sucking my cock so well, moaning like you are and coming for me and I might never let you leave my room." he said, quickening his pace and she moaned deeply around him, feeling his grip on her hands tighten. She released his cock with a satisfying 'pop' to answer.
"What makes you think I want to leave?" she asked, taking him into her mouth again and he pulled his fingers out of her, spanking her hard and then sheathing them back inside of her. She moaned again, rotating her hips on his fingers, thrusting back and all but swallowing his cock down her throat as much as she could.
"Fuck Hermione... Fuck you suck my cock so well... Fuck..." he moaned and she could feel that pressure building again as his fingers worked her.
"Remus... Fuck... Gonna come... Remus!" she cried out but he slowed his pace and she let out a frustrated cry. She had been so fucking close.
"You think I can't tell when you're about to come? Keep sucking my cock and I might let you come but if you stop, I stop." he said and she immediately took him back in, sucking harder, scraping her teeth along his shaft. He rewarded her effort with renewed pace and within a minute she was on the edge again, moaning desperately around his cock.
"You're so close. Can feel your pussy tightening on my fingers. Fuck that'll feel good on my cock." he said and she nodded as best she could and then, with a final push on that spot she loved, she broke. She came hard, moaning loudly, rotating her hips, sucking his cock but he pulled it out of her mouth, breathing heavy and she watched the pre-come build on the tip and couldn't stop herself from swiping her tongue across it while she rode her orgasm out on his fingers.
"You like riding my fingers, Hermione?" he asked when she had come down and she nodded.
"I'll ride whatever you want me to, Remus." she said and he smirked at her.
"My cock?" he asked and she hummed happily when he pulled his fingers out and circled her clit.
"Yes. I'll be your little cock slut if that's what you want, Remus." she said and he chuckled darkly.
"Holy fuck, don't make me promises you can't keep." he said and she shrugged as best she could.
"Why don't you see if I can take your cock well enough and then you can decide?" she asked and he kicked his trousers off, releasing her wrists and knelt between her legs behind her.
"Your arse is even more perfect when it's red from my spanking." he said, laying another smack and she groaned, pushing herself back towards him, silently begging for another. God, what had she become? She had wanted this, fantasised about this but never really thought a man could make her beg. But she would do anything to get him to make her come again.
"Love you spanking me." she moaned and he sighed happily behind her.
"You want my cock now?" he asked and she nodded.
"Please?" she asked but he spanked her hard.
"We've discussed this. You can do better. You want my cock? Beg for it, Hermione." he commanded and his voice was so low, so utterly sexy that she moaned, pushing her hips back, seeking something, anything. She felt his finger at her entrance but he wasn't pushing it in, only teasing her and she cried out.
"Please, Remus, please? Please give me your cock? I promise it'll feel so good in me, I promise to come for you! I'll take your cock however you want me to, but I need it. Please?" she begged, no longer caring how desperate she sounded but his movement with his fingers stopped.
"Fuck you sound good, begging like a good little slut for me." he said and she nodded.
"Your slut, Remus, all yours. Please, want your big cock, please?" she begged again.
"Up onto your knees." he instructed and she did it immediately, eager to have him inside of her. She felt him rub his cock along her folds and he let out a satisfied groan as he did.
"You're so wet, it's all over your thighs." He commented and she swung her head back to look at him.
"You own every single drop, Remus." She said and he grinned, placing himself at her entrance.
"I want you to look at me while I stretch your perfect little pussy with my cock." He said and then he pushed in inch by deliciously slow inch. His mouth dropped a little as he did and then he bit his lip as they moaned together when his hips became flush with her arse. He tilted his own hips just a little and she thought she could probably come from him doing that movement alone. He was a vision behind her, his muscles taught, scars rippling across his skin, hair flopping across his forehead, hands holding her hips tightly.
"Fuck Remus! God that feels incredible!" She admitted and he slowly removed himself almost fully before burying himself to the hilt again, doing that delicious hip tilt to make her moan. He spanked her then and the surprise made her clench and moan and he groaned loudly when she did.
"That feel good when my cock is so deep?" He asked and she nodded.
"So good. So close. So fucking close." She said and he spanked again and she clenched, so close to coming and he seemed to know that, tilting his hips just enough in her to repeatedly hit that spot, spanking her once more and she came. It was like nothing she had experienced before. The pleasure was so intense she wasn't even sure what she was saying and her body was clenching so tightly around his cock, like it would never let him go and just as she crested the peak of pleasure, he was thrusting into her properly and extending her pleasure, maybe causing another but she was crying his name now. He was swearing behind her, gripping her hips so hard she was sure they would bruise and she loved it. When she finally came down from that orgasm, she was panting, sweating, barely able to breathe as he slammed into her repeatedly and the noise they were making was filthy.
"Fuck Remus, fuck your cock is incredible." She said when she finally caught enough breath.
"So fucking wet. Such a fucking reactive pussy. God I could fuck you all night." He ground out and she wanted it. Never wanted this moment to end, never wanted his cock to leave her, never wanted to stop feeling like she did right now.
"We sound filthy together, Remus." She said and he laughed that dark chuckle that made her tense, affording another spank to her arse that made her tighten even more and he sucked a deep breath in. He laid a hand flat on her back, pushing until her chest hit the bed and she cried out at the new position, at how deep he was like this.
"Holy fuck." He breathed, hand coming back to her hip so he could hold her still while he slammed into her.
"Remus! God... fuck! So deep! Am I tight enough for you?" She asked and he seemed to up his pace even more.
"So tight. Such a perfect fucking pussy for me. Such a perfect body." He said and she didn't know if he was talking to her or himself but it hardly mattered as she felt another orgasm coming. His pace was almost frantic now and she had never been fucked this hard, this fast and she felt the first flutters of her orgasm and he laughed from behind her.
"That's it, Hermione. Come for me again." He commanded and she cried out, trying to readjust to come up onto her hands but one of his in the centre of her shoulders pushed her back down.
"Like this. Fuck like this. You want to be a cock slut for me?" He asked and she moaned loudly, pussy clenching once again at his words.
"Yes, yes I want to! I want to take your cock like a good little slut, Remus!" She admitted and he groaned loudly, slamming hard into her time and time again.
"Want you to only remember my cock Hermione, want you to know only I can make you come." he grunted and she was nodding, gulping the breath in now.
"Only yours. Only ever come on you, for you." she said and he froze momentarily, coming at the same time as she did, her name falling from his lips as she felt him empty inside of her. She had never particularly enjoyed having anyone come in her but as she felt the warm fluid fill her, along with his fingers biting into her skin and the noises falling from his mouth, she thought she could happily have him do that for the rest of her life. Once finished, they were both panting, both sweating and he readjusted her legs so they were flat and rested on his elbows behind her.
"Jesus Christ, Remus. That was... was... the best sex I've ever had. It's not even comparable." She said into the pillow and then felt him sweep her hair off of her back, replacing it with gentle kisses that sent goosebumps flying down her spine.
"Easily the best I've had, too." He said into her skin, continuing his attentions on her.
"You don't have to say that." She said. She could imagine Remus had slept with a fair few women, women that were far more experienced than her, women that had far better bodies than her.
"I know and I wouldn't unless it was the truth. You were the best, by an absolute mile. God I meant it when I said I might not let you leave my room." He sighed, adjusting to pull out of her and lay beside her. She grimaced as he did, she didn't want him to leave her just yet. He propped himself up on his elbow and waved his hand lazily to clean them both of the evidence of their encounter before running the tips of his fingers across her skin.
"And I meant it when I asked what made you think I'd want to leave." she said and he smiled at her before his eyes dropped away and glided down her body.
"I've marked you in so many ways." He said softly and she looked over her shoulder. From her angle she could see her arse was a rosy red and a very clear bite mark from his teeth. She smiled at him but he looked a little... nervous.
"I like it. It's exactly what I wanted." She said and he relaxed a little. He continued drawing soft patterns over her skin and she observed him as he did. He looked lost in thought and she wondered if he regretted their actions. She certainly didn't. But she wondered now how she was meant to just never do that again with him. For her, that had been absolutely mind blowing and she desperately wanted to do it again. She adjusted her arms and winced a little at the ache in her shoulders.
"You ok? You winced." He said and she nodded, rolling her shoulders a little.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Better than fine. My shoulders just ache a little." She said.
"From where I had your hands pinned to the bed?" He asked and she chuckled, nodding. He adjusted then, sitting up and rubbing her aching muscles. It felt heavenly as he kneaded her shoulders and she hummed happily.
"You don't have to, Remus." she said, but no part of her wanted him to stop. He continued regardless and she sighed as he did. He kept working her muscles until she felt sleepy and it was ironically what woke her. What was she meant to do now? Did she leave? Did he want her to stay? He stopped working her shoulders then and laid down next to her, on his side to face her.
"Better?" he asked and she nodded.
"Much. Thank you." she said and he smiled. There was silence then but he laced his fingers between hers and sighed deeply, eyes fixed on where their fingers were joined.
"Do you want me to leave?" she blurted out and he stiffened a little, hesitant eyes meeting hers.
"No, I really don't. I'd like you to stay the night with me, but if you want to leave-"
"I want to stay, too." she said and he finally smiled, posture relaxing. The silence that descended this time was a comfortable one, one that he filled with touches of her skin, kissing each tip of her fingers on the hand he was holding.
"You're so, so effortlessly beautiful, you know?" he asked softly and she blushed, finally adjusting to lie on her side, facing him.
"You're very kind. And exceptionally handsome." She said and he smirked, a sure sign he didn't believe her and so she leaned forward, kissing him gently and he returned it.
"Remus... I... I know I said it could just be a one time thing but... but I want to do that again." She said, fumbling and tripping over the words. He remained silent for a few moments, fingers still running across her skin and eyes cast down.
"I want to do it again, too." He said finally and she let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding.
"So... so can we?" She asked and he finally looked back up at her.
"But not in a relationship?" She wasn't sure whether he was stating it or asking it. She stalled then, unsure of how to proceed. She wanted it. She wanted a relationship with this man, wanted to show him all of the wonderful things he deserved but the chances of that were slim to none. He wouldn't want it.
"It doesn't have to be. I know you probably don't want that so we can just be friends that... sleep together." She said and even to her it sounded wrong. A recipe for disaster. She already had feelings for him so sleeping with him would only increase those feelings, surely?
"Ok. But I don't want that if you're going to date people or... or if you start seeing someone. It's just... messy." He shrugged and she nodded.
"Same goes for you. If either of us are interested or begin dating then we call this off. Or if it becomes too awkward around the house, which I don't think it will." She said and he nodded this time.
"And we keep it to ourselves?" And again, she wasn't sure if it was a question, so she just nodded. He smiled then, turning to lie on his back and pulled her closer, until she was tucked into his side, her head on his chest. This was a mistake. She knew it deep down that this could only end in her own heartbreak. That she should accept tonight for what it was and move on. But as her fingers ran the length of the biggest scar on his chest, she knew she couldn't. Whatever this ended in, she had committed to.