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Lana
When Hermione opened her eyes again, it was still dark and very quiet. She was under the covers now with Lucius sleeping beside her on his back, his hair spread out on the pillow. She leaned closer to examine his face. He had a bit of a short stubble along his jaw - just the way Hermione liked it against her skin. Sometimes she could swear he could make her come simply by rubbing it along her skin. A familiar throb between her legs overcame her again.
She wondered what he would do if she woke him up with a blow job. Deftly, Hermione pulled the comforter down from him. He was still naked, and already hard. She licked her lips in anticipation; she wanted to taste him so badly. She tentatively wrapped her hand around his length, but he didn't stir. Keeping her eyes on his face, Hermione leaned forward and placed him in her mouth, gently suckling on his large head. He tasted so good!
Hermione moved her mouth faster, as her hold on him tightened. Still asleep, he was so vulnerable in this position - entirely under her control for once in their whole history together.
Her moment of power was short-lived, however, when she felt his legs twitch a little and a hand glided through her thick, mussed hair. Her eyes automatically flicked up at him.
"Hermione," he hissed, his brow raised in surprise. Clearly, he wasn't expecting this wake-up call.
Hermione sucked him harder, and he moaned out his approval and encouragement. Every push of him into her mouth teased the entrance to her throat, a feeling she delighted in. Lucius groaned and grasped her hair harder and out of her face, holding her head in his lap, as she worked between his legs. With her free hands, Hermione could stroke the rest of his shaft and fondle his balls.
She slipped his cock deeper into her mouth, and glanced up at him again. Watching him watching her, basking in the eroticism of the moment, and humming hungrily around his flesh.
Lucius gasped and pulled her head away from his cock, as he swiftly sat up. Hermione wiped the wetness from her lips, surprised at his actions. She thought he would be quite happy to come this way.
Not giving her too much time to ponder the situation, Lucius pulled her onto his lap. Her thighs spread over his, as Hermione lined him up to her entrance and lowered her dripping pussy onto him. Lucius let out a low moan against her shoulder, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist. Hermione felt so full when every inch of his swollen cock had filled her to the brink.
"You feel so good," she gasped into his ear as he began to thrust.
"I love being inside you," Lucius whispered, kissing her neck. The huskiness of his voice was irresistible, and Hermione could only grasp his shoulders harder in response.
She rocked back and forth on him, over and over, delighting in the urgency of his hands squeezing at her hips. The continuous rhythm was pushing her closer and closer to the edge, adding to the sweet ache that was spreading all over her body since she woke up. Just when Hermione was sure her orgasm was upon her, Lucius stopped.
She whined in bitter protest, as he slipped out of her and lay her down on the bed.
"Stay right here," he said and moved away from her.
"But Lucius!" Hermione groaned out in frustration, already missing him inside her.
"Trust me. Now close your eyes," he ordered, standing before her next to the bed.
Sighing, Hermione obeyed him. She felt him grab her leg and gently pull her to the edge of the mattress. He opened her thighs wider.
"Touch yourself," he commanded softly.
"What? Why?"
"I was right the first time and I am right this time. Trust me. Now do as I say."
Hermione just wished he'd pound her into the mattress. However, when it came to sex, the wizard knew what he was doing.
Her hand obediently touched her heat, rubbing at her swollen clit. The shock of touch sent a jolt of electricity to her limbs, and Hermione arched her back in pleasure. She kept her eyes closed and played with herself, all too aware that he was watching her every move, only a few inches away.
"Lucius," she gasped, as she teased her folds. Her ministrations were good enough to keep her aroused, but she knew they wouldn't be enough to give her the ultimate reprieve.
"Please fuck me, Lucius," she begged him, spreading her thighs farther.
"You need my help?" he asked in amused voice.
"Yes! I need you!" Her words rang out more desperately than she intended.
He continued to tease, "Are you certain?"
Already Hermione could feel the tip of his cock nudging at her entrance. She groaned and rolled her hips toward him.
"Yes," she answered.
At her response, she felt his rock hard shaft slide all the way to the hilt. Her back arched more, and she spread her thighs wider, tilting her hips. The angle feels deeper than ever, and she's sure she should be in pain later, but right now all she feels is pure pleasure.
Lucius stood at the end of the bed, pumping wildly into her, creating the most delicious friction. His cock shaped her insides, custom forming them for him - marking her as his and his alone.
"You are so tight," he breathed out and placed his warm hand on her abdomen.
She incoherently moaned back. Lucius pushed on her thighs, spreading them a few degrees more, as he worked himself in and out of her. Hermione clawed at the blanket, moaning his name as her orgasm came into focus once more.
"More! Please more!" she gasped, rolling her hips against his thrusts.
His eyes were bright as he watched her face. He smirked and ... that did it!
Hermione turned her head away, squeezing her eyes shut again, trying to suppress her scream as she succumbs to her climax.
"Lucius!" she cried out, pulsing around his shaft. Every wave of her orgasm ignited her nerves, and when she felt his own shooting warmth shooting into her tight depths, it got even better.
Spent, Lucius collapsed on top of her once more, resting his head on her chest. Hermione ran her hands through his hair, shivering beneath him.
"I'm so glad you woke me up," Lucius said softly.
"I'm sorry I ruined dinner."
"Don't be. I took care of it. We'll have many more opportunities to try again." He placed a kiss on her breast before getting up to clean up.
When they settled in again for the night, Hermione lay her head on his chest. His even breaths and the sound of the ocean waves soon lulled her back to sleep.
Lucius woke up in bed by himself. He could hear the shower running in the bathroom. Rolling onto his back, he raised his hand to rub at his face, groaning when he felt his erection push against the sheets. He was determined to ignore it. For now.
He couldn't believe she actually agreed to come here with him. He wasn't sure she'd be up for something like this after Weasley's stunt. Lucius knew his behavior that night was the reason for Hermione's emotional distance. He wondered if he should say something or let her bring it up. He knew he behaved in a manner she disapproved, but the nasty cockroach deserved it. Best not to think about such unpleasantries now.
Lucius rose up and walked into the washroom. Steam billowed from the shower, but he could still see Hermione's form through the foggy glass doors, making him throb even more.
"Good morning," he politely called to her, grabbing at his toothbrush.
She turned off the shower and replied sweetly, "Good morning! How'd you sleep?"
He looked at her through the vanity's mirror, as she dried herself off with a towel, her dark hair dripping over her naked shoulder. Images of her from last night filled his head, and he smirked at her. "Not too bad. Not too bad at all."
Hermione gave him a sheepish smile.
Devilish vixen.
"I'll give you some privacy," she said, turning back to the bedroom.
He sighed and continued with his ablutions. As he stepped into the shower, he tried not to think about her in that tiny towel. Not that her choice of couture made any difference. To be around Hermione Granger and not think about fucking her was proving to be rather difficult. Not that he could do anything about his situation now; it would take too long. He turned the knob towards cold water. That would be the best way to remedy the situation. For now.
After breakfast, they decided to go to the beach. Lucius wanted to show her off. He wanted the whole island to see that she was with him - that she was his alone.
He kept stealing surreptitious glances at her smooth, naked back that was visible in her little white summer dress with her dark curls bouncing beguilingly around her. She was so effortlessly, naturally beautiful.
Lucius resolved to maintain his composure, even when she asked him to rub sunscreen on her back. He noticed that she was particularly responsive when he rubbed her shoulder blades, close to her spine.
She smiled at me, but then her eyes clouded over.
"Say it, Hermione," he prompted her.
"Say what?"
"Whatever's bothering you. I can see that something does. Out with it," he said.
She sat down onto the sand and pushed her toes into it. Lucius smiled at her actions.
"I don't know how to say it," she began with some hesitation. "It's about the other day ... with Ron."
Ah, here it was.
"I know what he did was outrageous, but your reaction was so ... over the top. Your violence over something so small gave me a fright."
Lucius felt uncomfortable. He knew Weasley deserved it, but perhaps he did step a little out of line.
"I do apologize for my behavior. While I do think he deserved everything and more for humiliating you, I am ashamed of creating a scene and frightening you." There, that was as apologetic as he was going to be about that red-headed dolt.
"Despite of my reputation, I am not a violent man. I use force only as necessary. I never want to make you fear me, or my reactions," he added, feeling even more ashamed of causing her anxiety about his temporary loss of calm. Perhaps he underestimated the impact of that unfortunate incident had on her. Lucius never wanted her to fear him. No matter what, he'd never take his anger out on her. She had to know that.
Her face looked relaxed for the first time since he picked her up at her flat. She smiled. "I know, and I don't fear you. It's just that witnessing that side of you scared me, but at the same time I liked having you defend me, if that makes sense. In the future, I'd just wish you'd use words, not fists." She paused and chewed on her bottom lip for a few seconds, as if considering her next words. "There's also a matter of you trying to pay him off for that photograph. Ron was wrong to betray my confidence that way, but we both have a past, Lucius. We've both had good and bad experiences in our relationships, and I strongly believe that those experiences have made us who we are today. I don't want either one of us to feel like we have to destroy a simple memento, do you understand? We have each other, and that's better than any keepsake. Hearing you haggle over it was absolutely dreadful. Let him do what he wants with it; we have what really matters."
"That was rather distasteful of me," Lucius conceded. That particular moment could have been handled with more diplomacy. Nevertheless, Weasley should not have tried to publicly embarrass Hermione. And Lucius was damned if he would let Weasley get away with it. For the future, it would be best to avoid such unpleasantries in Hermione's presence.
"Shall we put the whole ordeal behind us?" he proposed, hoping to bring this conversation to a close.
"So long as you promise it won't happen again, then consider it behind us," she said, getting up.
"You have my word ... as a Malfoy."
An excited look overcame her face. Her hands found his neck and pulled Lucius to her. He kissed her back slowly, making sure to leave nothing unexplored. Lucius felt her nails caress his jaw, stroking along the slight stubble that she seemed to love.
Hermione let out a startled gasp when his hands moved to grab at her thighs. Lucius easily picked her up without breaking their kiss. The sea licked at his ankles and the voices of the other beachgoers buzzed around him, but Lucius didn't care, as he moved his mouth eagerly against hers, tasting her deliciousness. Although they have never been the ones to display their affection so publicly, this was a rare moment in which Lucius felt the need to let the world know exactly what went on between them. His chest felt as though it were on fire; the blood in his veins grew warmer the longer her lips were on his. Lucius wanted her right now. He wanted to just lay her down on this beach and let her know just how incredible he thought she was.
Before the thought could go too far, Lucius pulled away. Hermione kiss his cheek one more time, as she slid down his body.
"I getting hungry," Hermione said.
Lucius wrapped one arm around her. "Where would you like to go eat?"
She shook her head, giving him a lascivious look, even as her mouth threatened to break into a smile. "I never said I was hungry for food, Lucius," she softly said.
Oh.
As the innuendo dawned on Lucius, he pulled her away to a private spot and Apparated them back to the bedroom. Hermione giggled as he bumped against the bedpost. Perhaps it wasn't the smoothest of Apparitions, but Lucius was frustrated all morning since he saw her naked in the shower.
She pulled him back to her, kissing him with unrestrained passion. He held her tightly to him, his hands reacquainting themselves with her petite frame, using wandless magic to rid them both of their clothes. Hermione pushed him back, away from the bed, and into the chair by the window. She bent down to kiss him again, but resisted when Lucius tried to pull her into his lap.
Giving him a mischievous smile, she sank down to her knees before him. "I told you I was hungry," she whispered.
Lucius loved it when she took what she wanted. His cock twitched in anticipation of what was to come.
Hermione dispensed with preliminaries and impatiently lowered her mouth to the head of his cock. Sighing, she began to suckle. Lucius groaned at the sensation, his fingers during themselves in her curls, gently holding her head. He loved watching her please him, loved watching how all of her movements were designed to bring him satisfaction - the way she rolled her tongue around the tip, the friction of her swollen lips, the way her hand stroked him.
This time, she certainly wasn't exaggerating her hunger. It was the only way to describe her actions. She sucked, licked, and buried his cock in her mouth, not pausing even once to pull away to rest her jaw or catch her breath. Her ravenous efforts soon had Lucius panting. Every now and then, her big eyes would flick up at him, and he could only stare back in heated approval.
When his thickness nudged the back of her throat, Lucius tightened his grip on her hair.
"Fuck, that's good!" he encouraged her.
As she did it over and over, bobbing her head up and down on his slick cock, Lucius hoped she would never stop, even though a small part of him wanted to pull away and slip inside her tight pussy. However, he knew better than to interrupt her ravishment. Besides, it was too late. Lucius felt his balls ache with a pending release.
"Don't stop," he demanded, and Hermione only hummed and sucked harder in response.
Lucius tried to keep his hips in place, not wanting to ram into her mouth. Yet his groin felt as though it were on fire, and all he could think about was how exquisite every crevice in her felt felt against his cock.
"I'm going to come!" he warned her. After all, he was still a gentleman, in some respects.
She increased her suction and forced his cock even deeper with his every thrust.
Now the wizard was left in no doubt of her desires; she wanted him to come into her mouth.
He was inching toward the edge of his peak. He was almost there.
As though she could read his mind, Hermione's eyes flashed to his face.
Her eyes flash to my face and the cum is building faster, filling it's only passage with one way out.
"I'm going to come in your mouth!" Lucius told her in last warning.
All she did was to take even more of him into her tight throat. At the sensation, Lucius couldn't hold back any longer. He groaned out incoherent words as he spilled his seed into her wanting mouth. His pelvis gyrated slightly as he shot spurt after spurt into her. He couldn't remember last time he'd come so much. She continued to suck him clean until he became too sensitive for contact. His fingers flexed in her hair, and she pulled back, licking her lips. Then he saw her throat muscles move, as Hermione swallowed.
"You're unbelievable," Lucius panted and dropped his hands, his head falling to the back of the chair. He's had witches who were good at the art of oral pleasure. Few were exceptional. Even fewer were amazing. But she ... Hermione Granger topped them all today.
Unbelievable. And she was all his.