Author's Note
Reminder that this story is M rated ;)
Read, enjoy and review pleeeeease,
Wishin' Girl x x x
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"Honey I'm home!" Fred called from the door of the flat, kicked off his shoes and hung up his lab coat "I come bearing gifts."
Hermione looked up from her book in surprise, she was still sat in the window seat in her sleep shorts and dressing gown, exactly the same as she had been when he had left for work that morning.
"Oh, I must have lost track of time" she said sheepishly, a rosy blush tinting her cheeks and the breaking out across her chest above her dressing gown.
"Have you moved at all today?" Fred chuckled fondly placing the take away containers and finished board game down on the kitchen table and carrying a bouquet of red roses over to the bushy haired girl in the window.
"Just to fetch tea and snacks, oh these are beautiful thank you" she kissed him sweetly and inhaled the delicate scent of her flowers.
"I got us chinese food for dinner, thought we could eat before testing out the new game." Fred suggested as Hermione stood to stretch causing her dressing gown to fall open to reveal her half naked body and Fred's body to twitch appreciatively "or there are several other things we could do with you looking like that."
"I'm going to shower, alone," Hermione chuckled "then let's eat but I actually want to talk about that over dinner if you don't mind?"
Fred nodded dumbly and watched her saunter away. He then shook his head firmly to clear the fog created by her request and quickly got changed into jeans and a nice shirt for their date night in.
The food was all dished up and ready with lit candles and her flowers in a vase on the table when she emerged, her long curls braided over one shoulder. She had also dressed up for the evening in a simple black top and short blue skirt, her bare feet padding quietly across the lounge to join Fred at the table.
"Thank you for getting veggie spring rolls" she murmured as she loaded her plate with delicious treats.
"You're welcome, I know they're your favourite." Fred smiled, simply happy that he could make her happy "There's lemon chicken too if you're in the mood."
Fred told her about his day replenishing stocks of skiving snack boxes and peruvian instant darkness powder with George, she blushed and avoided the questions about the book she had been reading so he smirked and summoned it when she was taking another bite of her food.
"Fifty shades of grey?" Fred wrinkled his nose "That sounds so dull, grey's the worst colour!"
"It's not about a colour" her face was now turning redder than he'd ever seen.
"Oh" a deep blush coloured his face too after flipping it open at her bookmark and reading a few sentences "so… um… yeah… you wanted to talk to me about something?" Fred closed the book and gently pulled her hands away from her hidden face "Don't be embarrassed, please love. Talk to me."
"Well" she started with a deep breath "I know we agreed to take things slow, and I'm really glad we are I'm still not ready to have sex but, um, I think I'm ready to do other things."
Fred almost groaned out loud at the innocent look she gave him through her thick eyelashes.
"This stuff in the book, is that what does it for you?" He asked trying desperately not to get his hopes up, the few sentences he had read were of the male character being in control and praising his girl.
"Not all of it," she clarified quickly, unsure of what parts he'd seen "much of it is far too much for me so no… equipment, but I like the idea of you being in charge and taking control. I want to be yours."
Fred had to readjust his jeans at this statement.
"I like that idea too" his voice was husky and eyes dark with arousal "but what's the boundary?"
"I'm happy to experiment, as long as it's gentle and very mild compared to that book and just not full penetrative sex. Plus if I ask you to stop..."
"Of course, I would stop immediately" he interrupted, stroking her hand in reassurance "you are my world, I would never deliberately hurt you."
"So, tell me about your new game, we're testing it out tonight right?" She asked, attempting to change the subject to a topic she felt more comfortable discussing but inadvertently giving Fred an idea.
"Yes, it's just like that twister game you showed me except instead of coloured dots it's a tapestry of the rain forest and instead of someone having to sit out to spin the wheel, a bossy bowtruckle gives you instructions, I may have found some inspiration from another bossy being I know for that one." Fred explained with a wink at the ex-prefect "There's a temporary sticking charms in the thread too that means that once your hands and feet are placed correctly on the mat you then can't move them until instructed, unless you fall or admit defeat."
"That sounds great!" Exclaimed Hermione pulling out the tapestry and admiring her boyfriend's stunning artistry.
Fred moved the coffee table to the edge of the room, out the way, and set up the mat once their dinners had settled and the pair eagerly got into the game.
They were twenty minutes into the game and having tons of fun with Hermione's left hand stuck to a pink hibiscus flower, her right to a yellow tree frog and her feet each stuck to wide green fern leaves on the rainforest floor beside Fred.
"Right foot on something blue" the bowtruckle told Hermione
"What happens if you touch something of the correct colour that's not on the tapestry?" She asked, stretching her recently released right foot all the way across the mat to reach a bright blue parrot up a tree.
This move caused her to be bent over directly infront of Fred's crouching form giving him a perfect view up her short skirt. A strip of red lace ran between her spread legs and framed her round bum cheeks. The sight immediately caused Fred to go hard, his mind had intermittently been wandering in that direction ever since their conversation about her book anyway.
"Well, the sticking part wouldn't work but I don't know if the bowtruckle would accept it... Let's try!" Fred replied cheekily, trying hide the deep desire in his voice.
The bowtruckle was happy with Hermione's foot placement and gave Fred the next instruction.
"Right hand on something red"
"Neither of us is wearing red, maybe next time… oh!" Hermione gasped.
"No, I'm pretty sure one of us is wearing something red" Fred answered, unable to hide the husky tone in his words any longer.
His hand squeezed her bum cheek over the red lace before following the strip of lace between her well spread thighs, another strangled gasp escaped her lips. Her teeth trapped her bottom lip in the hope of keeping the sounds inside. She felt his rough fingers slowly trail up and down the fabric until he felt the middle becoming damp. The bowtruckle had not given any further instructions so clearly had not accepted this as a successful move and kept their other limbs locked in place unable to move away.
Hermione felt like a coil was tightening in her abdomen and she released her trapped lip at the taste of copper having bitten through it and allowed a moan to escape her lips.
"Good girl, moan for me" Fred's commanding tone turned her on even more and another low moan filled his ears causing his encased cock to harden further and twitch in delight.
He sped up his pace and began to press more firmly, slipping his fingers under the fabric between her lips and finding a small hard bead. Her legs trembled as he began to flick the tiny bundle of nerves until the building coil inside her snapped releasing the tension with a gush of liquid and her mouth hung open wide in a silent scream.
"Bowtruckle I'm out" came Fred's deep voice from behind her and she felt both of his large hands grasp her thighs.
She tried to move her own hands and feet but found that she was still stuck onto the mat at his mercy.
"You need to admit defeat to be freed if someone else exits the game early" his breath teased tiny whisps of hair on the back of her thighs and she whimpered involuntarily.
"Be a good girl and stay still for me" he commanded.
Fred flattened his tongue against the velvety skin on the inside of her thigh and slowly glided it upwards, lapping up the dribbles of her honey that had escaped her sodden panties.
"Evanesco" he muttered, causing the barrier of fabric to vanish, his voice was deep and rough with need.
She gasped again, even louder, as she felt her underwear vanish and Fred's tongue danced teasingly close to her dripping hole. He began the journey up the other thigh enjoying every lingering drop from her previous orgasm on the way.
Hermione had never been given oral sex before, she had never actually been naked with a man before, just fumbles over clothes or hands up her top so the feeling of having someone else touch her so intimately was overwhelming. His tongue reached the top of her slit and dipped between her folds, circling her clit en route before plunging inside her and drinking her up. His tongue pumped in and out of her entrance bringing her closer and closer to a second orgasm.
A finger replaced his tongue and pumped inside her tight, narrow core, his mouth latched onto her pearl and sucked, nibbled and flicked mercilessly with his very talented tongue.
"Come for me," he commanded as she teetered on the edge of her orgasm, whispered expletives gathering on her tongue and her hips bucked into his face and hand "come for me now."
At the word 'now' she exploded, a tidal wave hit her hard and she squirted again. Tingling sensations filled her every limb and she felt light headed and dizzy with euphoria. Her walls fluttered and clenched as she came hard, Fred groaned her name as he came inside his jeans at the feel of her flooding over his fingers and the sounds she was making, he had given her this pleasure and that pleasured him greatly too. His fingers massaged her gently through the orgasm until she collapsed, he caught her as she fell and gathered her lovingly into his arms, the game finally releasing her for falling over.
"I've never had an orgasm like that before" she trembled several minutes later as they cuddled on the armchair "in a moment I'll help you out in return."
"No need love" he whispered and rocked her softly, peppering her curly hair with kisses "you already took care of my release when you came around my fingers. That was by far the sexiest thing I have ever experienced."
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"So how's the game?" George asked the next morning as he and his twin returned to their workshop.
"Really good" Fred beamed, the glint in his eye shone cheekily as his mind flooded with images of his time with Hermione when they were supposed to be playing the game.
"What happens when you win?"
"No idea." Fred's smile widened as he recalled the events of the night before in more detail "We may have got a little distracted."
"Yeah I know" George laughed loudly at Fred's confusion "Ang and I popped back to share the good news of her asking me to move in with her but left pretty sharpish at the sight of you with your face buried in a bent over Hermione."
Fred blushed scarlet and rubbed the back of his neck but the roguish smile never faltered.
"Anyway, congrats to you and Ang. I'm super excited for you both! Let's go out for drinks tonight to celebrate."
"Yeah, we can play a less adult version of the new game tonight as a group to test it out."
