She very nearly cried when his lips finally met hers. His kiss wasn't forceful or demanding, yet he claimed her just the same with a soul-deep, slow and sensual grace. Firm but gentle, he sipped at her as his fingers danced up her arms, over her shoulders, to finally cup her face tenderly. It was she who parted her lips to him first, her tongue darting out experimentally to taste the faint mint flavour still lingering there, eliciting a soft moan from him as he pulled her closer and deepened their kiss.
The motion caused her to fumble slightly, swaying into him, and she instinctively put her hands against his bare chest to catch herself. The sudden contact caused them both to gasp slightly, but Hermione found herself fascinated with the way he felt under her fingertips and instead of dropping her hands, she hesitantly slid them over his muscled torso and shoulders.
Slipping one hand around to cup her neck while the other traced its way down her arm to her waist, Sirius nipped softly at her jaw line, grinning at the breathy little sounds she made. When he reached her ear, he growled in response to her touch. "Do you know what you do to me, witch?" he whispered, causing a shiver to travel up her spine. "Just your fingers on my skin… I've never…" he muffled his words in the sensitive flesh just below her ear, both hands on her waist now, tracing tantalizing patterns through the thin wet material of her bathing suit.
He felt her stiffen slightly and pulled away, his grey eyes scanning her face intently.
"What is it, love?" he asked tenderly.
When she blushed and opened her mouth hesitantly, he interrupted with a faint note of amusement. "Are you nervous?"
He immediately regretted his teasing when the flush to her cheeks deepened and she frowned slightly. "Yes," she answered in a whisper.
"But you've… done this before, right?" He knew she had, she'd been with Ronald for years…
"Well, yes," Hermione answered, sitting back on her heels now, pulling away from his embrace.
"Then why - ?" Sirius pressed, confused. Realizing he was sounding a bit pushy, he added hurriedly, "We don't have to – I mean, if it's too soon…"
"No!" Hermione blurted. "No, it's not that…" Knowing he'd get an answer from her either way with the effects of the tea, she sighed. "I've just never really… enjoyed it." She looked at the ground unhappily. "I'm afraid I'm just not very good at it."
Sirius blinked several times, incredulous. "You mean you've never… been satisfied? Ever?"
"Well, no, I mean, by myself sure," Hermione stammered. "Just not-"
"Not with a partner," Sirius finished softly. He bit back a smirk and a smart-assed remark about the ginger-haired git, commending himself on his sense of tact.
"No," Hermione affirmed with a hopeless shake of her head. "I-I want to be-"
He held his fingers to her lips, silencing her, then took one of her hands and kissed her knuckles. "Come here," he commanded. "Lay back."
She hesitated at first, then when he chuckled and tugged at her wrist, she complied, rather stiffly stretching out on the blanket, her brown eyes looking up at him almost apologetically. He lay down next to her on his side, propping himself up on his elbow and brushed a stray curl back from her forehead before resting his hand gently on her stomach.
"Hermione, I want you to listen to me," he began. "You… you're fine. You're incredible," he gave a small laugh. "Just kissing you…" He traced her lips with his fingers, then paused, his grey eyes serious. "Making love isn't about performing, kitten. Hell, I suppose it's not even really about the sex – that's what one-nighters in hotel rooms are for." He smiled sheepishly and shrugged because they both knew that of all wizards he would certainly know about that.
"The sex isn't the goal you work towards, it's more like the incidental grand finale, what hopefully happens as a result of… of enjoying and – and experiencing, feeling one another," he tried to explain, even though truthfully he had little experience in 'lovemaking' as opposed to 'fucking,' himself.
Noticing her thoughtful, almost stricken expression, he swallowed. "When you touched me just then, just your hands on my chest… the way you – well, how it felt… that's what I mean by experiencing one another. It's more than sex, a hell of a lot more sensual, and I promise – if you let yourself go, let me please you, tell me what you want…" he paused, his eyes darkening and his voice sinfully determined, "I'll make sure you 'enjoy' it."
Hermione leaned up on her elbows then, her eyes dark with understanding of what he'd said. When she leaned up to kiss him, however, he paused, lingering just a breath from her lips, stroking his jaw lightly against her cheek. He heard her breathing in uneven little gasps as she moved against him, relishing the sensation.
"That," he rasped softly. "You feel that?"
"Yes," she whispered in return, a small desperate grimace forming between her brows.
His lips returned to hers, still barely brushing against her, teasing as he murmured, "That is what I mean."
Her lips quivered and she swooned drunkenly. "Oh, yes," she breathed.
"Do you trust me, Hermione?"
Again, "Yes."
He rewarded her with a tantalizingly slow, all-consuming kiss, nipping gently at her lower lip before pulling away.
"Then roll over," he said with a sinful smile.
She licked her lips hungrily but did as she was told, not knowing what to expect, but comforted by the truth that had slipped past her lips in answer – she did trust Sirius, wholly and completely.
He drank in the sight of her swimsuit-clad body, laid out before him so innocently. The pink had already begun to show on her pale, fair shoulders and he recalled the bottle of lotion Louise had pressed on him as she packed their lunch. 'Now, you might be fine with that working tan you got, boy, but my little 'Mione there will burn to a crisp if you don't rub this into that fair skin o' hers.' He reached for the unlabeled plastic bottle with the home-remedy sunscreen lotion in it and swept the mass of dark unruly curls off the witch's back and over one shoulder, letting his fingers caress her soft skin along the way.
He unscrewed the top of the little bottle and sniffed curiously, then grinned at the familiar but sensual smell of jasmine, orange blossom, and sandalwood, so similar to the perfume he'd catch periodically in whiffs from the intelligent young witch laying on the blanket.Home-remedy sunscreen indeed, he thought with amusement. As he poured a bit into the palm of his hand, it felt warm and silky and his skin tingled slightly. Hesitating briefly, he sniffed at the concoction again. For all of Louise Ross's mischievous intentions, he didn't want to drug Hermione into a stupor or manipulate her reactions to him. Inhaling deeply he felt a very faint wave of contentment wash over him. Deciding it was probably safe, he rubbed his hands together and started at the base of her neck, smiling when she sighed immediately at his touch.
For a fraction of a moment, Hermione frowned curiously behind her closed eyes when Sirius smoothed his hands over her shoulders, then smiled in endearment as she realized the warm moist feeling was sunscreen. Her smile broke into a blissful sigh when his skilled fingers began slowly, gently massaging from the base of her neck and over her shoulders, leaving a warm tingling sensation in their wake. She inhaled deeply and caught the familiar and ever so appealing scent of lavender, sage, and leather. Strange smell for sunscreen, she thought absently, but was of no mind to complain, remembering wryly the time Sirius had left his jacket behind at her flat and how she'd secretly sat on her couch and inhaled that same scent in deep, delicious gulps. Now it surrounded her in heady waves as his hands worked their way in a perfectly innocent pattern over her exposed skin…
'Perfectly innocent,' yet no less effective. He seemed to know exactly how deeply to press into her flesh and muscles, just enough to make her scalp tingle. Hermione couldn't recall the last time anyone had given her a massage – maybe Harry in their sixth year? And then it was certainly nothing like this. While Sirius' hands had yet to travel to any 'inappropriate' areas, the slow, thorough way he touched her was so suggestive, so sensual, she could already feel that familiar warm ache building between her legs that so rarely had ever come from even the heaviest of petting with other wizards. Oh, gods if he doesn't start widening his path soon… Hermione thought desperately.
She held her breath in anticipation as his fingers neared the edge of her swimsuit where it scooped along her lower back, then sighed disappointedly as he barely skimmed the edges then made his way back up, gently massaging along either side of her spine until he got to her neck again. This time, however, when he repeated his previous patterns he didn't stop at the straps of her bathing suit but slipped underneath, cupping her shoulders in his palm as his thumbs rubbed out the tiny pink indentations left by the material.
"Hermione," he murmured, "may I-?" he asked, indicating the straps as he nudged at them gently.
"Oh, yes," she replied softly with a note of pleading, not seeing the smug grin her response elicited from the wizard.
She wanted to shrug her arms out of the straps completely, free herself to his touch, but he merely slipped the straps down far enough to work more sunscreen into her shoulders and upper arms. He left them there, however, as his fingers smoothly kneaded and caressed their way further down her arms, softly stroking the delicate skin in the crooks of her elbows, wrapping around her slender forearms and wrists almost possessively before breaking away to focus all attention on each of her hands individually. Dear Merlin, she exclaimed silently to herself, as he slowly stroked along each digit suggestively. Who would have ever thought having one's hands massaged would be such a sensual experience?
When he was done with her second hand, she was just about to raise up and roll over when Sirius pressed a hand to the base of her back, stopping her.
"I'm not nearly done with you yet, young lady," he rumbled in a tone that went right to her… well, there.
Suddenly she felt him shift next to her, moving away from her back and shoulders and down to her legs and feet. Hermione let her head fall onto the rolled up towel below her as he started in on one of her feet, doing things to her instep that should have been considered highly explicit if not downright pornographic for the things his thumbs made her feel. She gave up trying to hold back the little whimpers that kept slipping out and closed her eyes, giving over to just feeling.
Sirius smiled triumphantly to himself when he noticed the distinct shift in Hermione's demeanour. While he thought it a great travesty that this incredible young witch had been so neglected by anyone else, he was secretly grateful that he would be the one to bring her on this journey. Her every sigh and subtle shift worked like a drug on him, slowing him down, feeding the desire to experience every moment with her as a delicacy.
Her legs felt like satin beneath his fingers as he worked more of the lotion into them, the now-heady but delicious scent of jasmine, orange blossom, and sandalwood enveloping him. He kneaded his thumbs gently into the valley behind her knee, his hands smoothing slowly up the back of her thigh. He grinned wickedly when her legs parted oh so slightly to his touch, even though he was nowhere near going there yet.
Wanton little thing, Sirius thought amusedly but his cock shifted at the notion of how responsive she was being to just a massage, and what awaited them when he was done being so 'innocent.' He suspected all it would take would be a slow swipe of his thumb along the underside of the seam of her swimsuit for them both to break. He could even make out the faint smell of her arousal… Biting back a growl, he forced his attention back to the supple thigh beneath his fingers. Unable to resist, he cupped his hands around her leg, mere centimetres from her warmth as his thumbs massaged up the back of her hamstring, then traced along the crease of her arse, still avoiding even touching her bathing suit, but only barely.
He glanced up at her back, smirking at the balled fists at her sides and the slight arch of her shoulders as she panted unevenly. With Herculean effort, he forced himself to continue his massage, making his way back down her leg and starting with her other foot, taking care to maintain contact with her at all times.
He followed the same routine with her other leg, tormenting her (as well as himself) when he reached the top of her thigh. When he finally reached her toes again, he asked in a ragged voice, "How do you feel, Hermione?"
She was trembling when she replied, "Like I'm going to lose my mind."
"I'll need to do your front now," he said, helping her roll over, but was caught off-guard when she roughly grabbed him by the shoulders and attacked his mouth with her own, causing him to lose his balance and topple over onto the blanket.
"Don't you dare," she threatened when she broke away, her eyes flashing and her cheeks flushed.
"What's the matter?" he whispered inches from her mouth, piercing her with his stormy gaze as his hands firmly held her waist, thumbs moving in little circles. "Don't you like being massaged?"
"I – I do," Hermione stammered shyly as the words forced their way past her lips. "But you're tormenting me, when you said you'd make love to me."
His eyes tenderly traced her features, an adoring smile playing across his lips at the almost petulant way she chewed on her bottom lip, her brown eyes huge and desperate. As much as he wanted to just take her right there and then, however, he'd resolved to make her feel more than she'd ever imagined, more than she'd even read in those silly Muggle romance novels he'd once seen tucked away in that library of hers.
"Tormenting you?" he chuckled lightly. "Patience, love. You do need to have sunscreen rubbed into that fair skin of yours or our day will be cut much shorter than I'd prefer. And… this is making love," he insisted, teasing her lips with his as he gently moved her off of him. "Touching you… feeling your skin under my fingers… hearing the little sounds that sneak past your lips because of how I'm making you feel… the rest will most certainly come…" he murmured between tender nips and nuzzles, slowly urging her back onto her back as he found the weak spots on her neck… below her ear… on the crest of her shoulder. When she was fully stretched out below him, her hands clutching hungrily at his chest and shoulders, he paused and pulled back to look at her fully.
"I won't always have the patience to restrain myself, Hermione. Let me do this, now, hmm?" He raised an eyebrow at her.
When she merely parted her lips uncertainly, he grinned wryly. "Or shall I start asking you to tell me exactly what you want me to do to you?" he asked in a meaningful tone, his eyes glinting wickedly.
"No!" she blurted with a grimace.
With a pleased hum Sirius smoothed his hands down her body, then leaned back on his heels to reach for the bottle of sunscreen again. He regarded her thoughtfully for a moment. Seeing how wound up she was already, he plotted his path and scooted down to her feet, starting once again at her toes.
He gazed into her eyes with a predatory intensity but his voice was gentle. "Every touch just leads to the next, love. Close your eyes – just feel."
He watched her face, smiling at the way her breath caught and her eyes fluttered shut when his thumb pressed along the arch of her foot again before his hands slid up her calf.
Sirius moved a little faster this time, but slowed when he reached the top of her right thigh, torturing them both again. Still he held himself back, like an addict who'd been given the topmost quality drug of his choice, relishing the want and not wishing to spoil the prize just yet. When he reached the top of her left thigh, however, he allowed himself just a tiny sample, letting his hand slide a fraction further up the silky flesh until thumb met swimsuit. The feminine sigh and slight shift under his hands invited him further: a slow sweep under the ridge of fabric, along that tender crease of skin where thigh meets pelvis, sliding closer to the warmth that was practically radiating from her juncture before he pulled away, only to move over her again, meeting her feverish kisses with a hunger he couldn't remember ever having experienced.
Author's Note: I am so sorry, I realize the wc I've used to model my chapters means leaving you hanging a bit throughout the smuts, but I promise I'll update quickly!