Harry Potter didn't know how he'd ended up in this position. Well, he knew how, just not how this had happened. If he was being honest with himself, he'd fancied Hermione for years. It just never seemed to work out. They were always either with someone else or fighting for their lives. For him, there had been Cho and then Ginny. The first relationship had been fleeting and the other had just burned itself out. The same went for Hermione. There had been Krum and then Ron. Again, one had been fleeting and the other burnt out. Thankfully, with time, both Weasleys had remained close friends to them both. In the end, it just seemed like they weren't meant to be. At least that was what Harry told himself when he thought too hard about it. None of that explained how Harry had ended up tied to his bed with Hermione astride him.
The evening had started out with take away and a few drinks at his flat after work. It had been just an ordinary night in with a friend. Well, it had been that, up until it wasn't. Maybe they'd had too much to drink. Maybe they shouldn't have started to compare notes on sexual experiences. Maybe he shouldn't have listened to Hermione when she lectured him on his lack of imagination in bed. He'd been miffed, mainly because Ginny had told him the same thing when they were together. It wasn't like he ever left a partner unsatisfied. Perhaps he shouldn't have told her that if she knew so damned much, then why didn't she prove it. Well, Hermione never was one to back down from a challenge.
A few sober up potions later and Harry ended up in his boxers with his wrists tied to the headboard. Hermione straddled his thighs. His cock pressing against her silk covered center. Her tits were barely being held back by the black lace bra that covered them. He could see that her nipples were erect with excitement, and he couldn't wait to get his hands and lips on them.
Hermione ground herself atop him to the point that he could barely think. "Hermione, please," he gasped. Not entirely sure what he was asking for, but whatever it was, he wanted it now. Hermione picked up her wand from the bed. With a quick swish the remainder of their clothes were gone. They both groaned as their bare sexes met.
Already Hermione was wet. Harry wouldn't last long with how she rocked her pussy over his cock until it was soaked. He couldn't believe this was happening. Hermione was radiant, gorgeous, everything he imagined she'd be and more. Fuck, he was in trouble. She teased him a few moments more before asking, "Do you want to taste me, Harry?"
It took every fiber in his being not to come as the words left her mouth. "Merlin, yes!" he responded. The witch crawled slowly up his body. Harry strained against his bindings, desperate to feel her. As she moved her breasts brushed against his face. He quickly took advantage of the position and wrapped his lips around one of her nipples. Hermione hissed at the contact, but didn't pull away. Content for the moment to allow him to suck and nip at one nipple and then the next.
Far too soon for Harry's liking, Hermione continued up his body until her wet cunt was situated over his head. She looked down at him with a sultry smile. "Let's just see if you're as good at eating pussy as you claim to be," she challenged. She grabbed the headboard for support and lower herself onto Harry's face. The wizard wasted no time as his tongue darted out to slip between her lips. Hermione moaned and threw her head back. God, she tastes good, Harry thought as lapped, nibbled and pierced the quivering sex above him.
Harry really did like eating pussy and took pride in his skill. Soon Hermione's moans were joined by breathy expletives and praise. "Fuck, Harry," she moaned. "Yes, there, fuck." The witch began to rock against his face as her breathing accelerated. Harry's cock twitched at the thought of that hot, wet pussy being wrapped around it. As if reading his mind, Hermione asked, "You want to be inside me, Harry?" The wizard groaned into her pussy. "Then make be cum, Harry. Make me cum on your face, and you can feel this pussy around your cock." He redoubled his efforts at the challenge. By Merlin, he wanted nothing more at that moment.
Hermione screamed when her orgasm hit. Harry continued lapping hoping to extend her pleasure, but suddenly she was gone. He was about to protest, when he felt her slide back down his body and onto his cock. They both groaned as she fully seated herself onto him. Her pussy still pulsating as she rocked against him gently as she adjusted to the intrusion and rode out her orgasm. "Fuck, Hermione," Harry gasped and bucked up into her. er
Soon they were straining against each other, reveling in the pleasure. Harry was beyond grateful that Hermione hadn't blindfolded him as she had contemplated. He watched her tits bounced as she rode him. Watched as his cock disappeared into her hungry pussy. Merlin, he wanted to touch her, to grab those tits, massage her clit, squeeze her ass, but he was helpless as she guided their pace, which was far too slow. He knew logically that the pace would extend the encounter. If this was to be his only opportunity to be with her, he sincerely wanted it to last, but fuck he wanted to pound into her.
It didn't take long before he was begging her to go faster, which she continued to ignore as she palmed her own breasts and pinched her nipples. "Please, Hermione, faster please. I need…I need more," he pleaded with her to no avail. She seemed perfectly content with the pace she had set. It was maddening. He thought he might lose his mind, if she didn't go faster. Her tight heat gripped him deliciously, but he needed more.
When he was certain he was about to die, his hands were suddenly freed. Though surprised, Harry didn't waste a second before flipping them over and pounding into the witch below him. Now it was her turn to beg, and she did beg, and scream and cry out to every deity in the heavens. It was glorious, fulfilling in a way, he'd never imagined sex could be. He continued his relentless pace. Now it was him that caused her breasts to bounce with every thrust. Hermione incoherent below him.
He wouldn't be able to keep this up for long, not with the teasing he'd just endured. He'd be damned though if he came before Hermione did. He slowed momentarily to lift a leg over his shoulder, opening her further to him. She groaned as he slid even deeper inside of her, and he picked up speed yet again. He snaked a hand down between them and found her clit. She gasped when he made contact with it. He smirked down at her as he massaged her clit as he relentlessly pounded her eager cunt.
It was a level of stimulation that neither of them could endure for long. Hermione's pussy started to flutter until it clamped down on his invading cock, and she screamed out her release. The sight of her breaking apart was beyond beautiful. The sight of her and the pulsing grasp of her pussy was too much and he joined her in her release. His cock shooting jet after jet of cum deep into the witch below him.
He collapsed beside her not wanting to crush her under his weight. Their breathing was harsh as he reached out and gathered the witch in his arms, pressing her into him. As they came down, he was unsure what should happen next. He wanted her to stay the night, here in his bed, in his arms, but he wasn't sure what was appropriate. This was new territory for him. He held her tightly. "Is this okay?" he asked nervously.
Hermione looked up to him and smiled. "More than okay," she said as she snuggled into him. Relieved he reached for the blankets and covered them both. When their breathing had returned to normal. Hermione's head was resting on his chest when she quietly confessed, "I've wanted to do that for a very long time." She sounded uncertain, so different from the fiery goddess he'd just fucked.
Harry smiled, "me too." Hermione looked up at him in surprise. "I love you, Hermione. I have for a very long time."
"Me too," she whispered back. "For a very long time. So, what now?"
Harry gave a slight shrug. "I don't know, but we can figure that out together." Hermione smiled radiantly up at him and lay her head back on his chest. She sighed in contentment and wrapped an arm around him and tangled their legs together. Harry smiled too and he kissed the top of her head. After the night's activities, they were both exhausted, yet fully satisfied. It didn't take long before both fell into a peaceful sleep, still wrapped in each other's arms.
