Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my imagination and whatever else is in this story that doesn't make sense. I was inspired by another romance novel i read and J.K. Rowlings wonderful world. Merry Christmas Enjoy!
Chapter 23
"Wrapped so Pretty"
Hermione groaned as she slowly unwrapped the towel that covered her. For the past three days, she'd spent her mornings helping Narcissa plant her garden, and every muscle ached. She didn't think she was over doing it, she enjoyed their time together.
Behind her, the bathroom door had moved slightly. But Hermione was not aware of it.
She smiled at her day, and prepared for bed. As she folded her favorite jeans and put them away in the closet. Her bath towel dropped in a pool at her feet. She bent over to retrieve it revealing two bare ass cheeks dampen, luscious and mouth watering to her unseen audience. It was Friday, tomorrow she would be dining with Draco and his parents. The fact of sitting at the same table with Lucius made her skin crawl.
Draco had cancelled his practice session for the evening. Hermione didn't inquire why, she was sure he had his reasons. But she had suggested that he make a trip to the village below for her and his mother. The two women had not only decorated the castle with holiday trimmings, but Narcissa had joined Hermione back home for a short spell. Now, Hermione's and Draco's home twinkled and sparkled with charmed evergreens, holly wreaths of silver and gold.
Draco had gone into town, but only after a great deal of grumbling. But when he returned Hermione heard him whistling a tune of jingle bells as he entered. He'd done a good job choosing the tree, and even brought back an two enormous holiday wreaths for their front doors.
This time she turned with her front facing him, and sat down on her bed, holding a cotton grey night shirt in her hand. She slipped into the short-sleeved nighty and he cursed, the fullness of her breast, gone. the soft allure of her skin vanished, the beautiful, yet modest mound of her belly, that which held his little girl was erased from his sight.
How long had it been? He acted as if he didn't know, but remembered all to well. He watched her across the room, remembering the night she walked into his life. He watched her as she wandered about doing this and touching that. She stopped at the antique dresser and mirror, he had purchased for her room and wondered if she truly like the french piece. She applied body cream to her hands and arms, spritzed her skin with perfume. She was confident in every move she made, each step she took. His eyes on her, wanting to undress her from that annoying thing she was wearing.
Hermione, although she was tired, was too restless to go to bed just yet. It was barely eleven o'clock. Draco had gone out for a spell and told her he wouldn't be long. But it had been well past an hour now.
He was so cheerful this afternoon, but suddenly after his mother had said her farewells he seemed overly anxious to distance himself from her. Again she suspected he was seeing another witch. Of course it was unlikely, but she could think of no other reason as to why he never wanted her, desired her. She remembered the advice Narcissa had given her. To go to her husband the way her maker made her -stark naked. Hermione smiled at the silly woman. And for no given reason, she lifted the shirt above her head, revealing her nudity again. She stood at the mirror and firmly gripped her own breast. She turned slightly, her pregnancy had grown, her once perfectly flat tummy replace with the delightful life starting to bloom within her.
Even though it was not a real marriage, the idea of him loving another hurt. She didn't want him sleeping with anyone else. She wanted him sleeping with her!
Anger rushed her, she tossed the grey shirt at her own hideous reflection. She fought back tears and knocked deliberately knocked over the things on the dresser top. Her heart was breaking.
She turned out her pretty jewels, flung the body cream, the perfume, after her tantrum she gripped the edges of the dresser and she cried.
He had never witness her loose control this way before. He didn't know what was wrong or why she was suddenly so upset. He entered her room and his sudden appearance startled her. She had to be dreaming, it seemed impossible for him to be here. He held her towel in his hands and came to cover her, she should have felt ashamed for her nudity and even for his intrusion, but she didn't.
He kissed her shoulder. . .
Pulling back her hair, he kissed down the length of her neck.
Salty tears ran down her cheek, as his hands came up stroke her bare breast, and stroke away her tears.
When had he come home she wondered. Staring into his eyes made everything seem so small now. Her saddness was as if it never existed at all.
She kissed him and he kissed her back. She had been so determined not to show her pain, so determined not to show her anger, or jealousy afraid he would see it. She opened her lips to speak, but he kissed her deeply again. She didn't need to speak, no words were needed for him right now. Quickly he freed himself from his all his clothing and turned her around facing the mirror on her dresser. She without her towel and he wore nothing at all.
What could he say or do to make her understand how much she had come to mean to him.
Draco wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back against the smoothness of his stomach, the fresh scent of soap on her skin was like a drug. The passionate kissing between them growing stronger, he was utterly enjoying the full view of her reflection. He could see everything, how he touched her, how he squezzed her, the mass of curls just below her naval. His hands were everywhere and she loved it. She needed him and wanted him so badly now. His body, was sensitive to every touch she gave back, he tasted her lips with hunger, greed, longing and every desire he'd hidden away. Tiny needle point sensation prickled her skin when he caressed her earlobe with his lips.
What were they thinking? Sex between them would only make an already complex situation impossible. But even as she told herself this, the fullness of his erection against the slit of her ass, drove her mad.
He turned her around to face him, and gripped her bottom, resting his hips and the fullness of his malehood between her thighs, he looped his hands under her bottom and lifted her onto the dresser top. Its height was perfect, just enough for him and her and that's all that mattered.
Lust. That's what she was dealing with. Pure, unadulterated lust. And she was going to give in to every ounce of it. The muscles in his chest flinched and she wanted every inch of him and more.
"I thought you would be gone until morning." She whispered, and wondered if she had imagined the husky response in his voice saying no.
"No." he said shaking his head with his answer.
Her heart twisted as he entered her, and she slowly absorbed the full head of his cock.
His first stroke was straight, and deep. He wanted to say how did you do it, how could you have beaten me. But the sweet wetness of her pussy around him instantly wiped his mind clear of any thoughts, any doubts. He forgot his own name as her soft flesh closed in around his.
She bit her lower lip as he nudged her bottom closer to the edge of her dresser. She held firmly against his chest and leaned back. The back of her head pressed against the mirror. Mmmm…the low sound escaped his throat as she did. . . and to put it nicely, he fucked the shit out of her. He simply couldn't help his hunger. She gasped with each thrust he gave. Each one hot as the last, silky, passionate. A mixture of long and tasteful ones, added with short and powerful ones.
Her wetness dripped down his erection, dampening it more, lubricating him the deeper he drove. He place his hands in the small of her back to support her as she arched like a cat, opening her pussy more, exposing completely for him. She spread her thighs wider and curled them around his waist. Goosebumps covered her body as he brought on her orgasm. He dug deeply into her, she held on to the edge of the dresser for dear life, her legs trembling as him ripped through her like a starving animal.
"-O fuck," she heard him whisper. He seemed out of breath, but didn't stop. It was delicious the way he took her. She licked her lips in delight. His dick inside of her, so full, so powerful, it was so mouthwatering.
His climax was coming he wondered if she would cum with him. Her sexy little smile was his answer, and he knew she took pleasure in their lovemaking. His cock throbbed on with anticipation and with every thrust, Hermione pushed against him, and she secured her ankles firmly around his waist. He leaned into her fully and squeezed his hands tightly against her bottom, as he lifted her slightly and she lined up with him perfectly as her pussy became a tunnel.
She groaned.
He swore out loud again.
The sound of her wetness slapping against his body, brought him to another approaching orgasm - he shoved himself further into her and he would explode when he finally busted. Her muscles tightened… he kept going….harder, faster. Her orgasms ambushed her without sign or warning.
Their skin was soaking from sweat, the smell of raw sex filled the room. "You feel so good," he whispered. "Everything about you feels good." In and out he pushed deep inside of her, fighting the urge to cum as she held her legs still for a moment around him. "god I'm gonna cum." he whispered to her, and he felt her tighten waiting with anticipation. She was so warm and sloshy inside. When he felt her coming - it was so sweet, a wet, and noisy. He started to move again. Their sounds filled the air. The scent of their sex surrounded them. She was so beautiful to him, her eyes, her hair. She was the type of witch he had always dreamed of being with; only he had never once thought it would be with Hermione. In his past, when it came to sex he could never make love the way he wanted to. There was always something missing, or something not quite right. But, not with her, not when they were together. Nothing felt wrong when he touched her this way. She was his wife, mother of his child. He couldn't remember the last time, had she been this wet?
They both hung there... Relaxed . . . Breathly heavily, amazing, but thankful for what they've just shared. He lowered her to her feet, but held her close. He was so aggressive, that he hoped he hadn't hurt her.
She felt he was so gentle that it almost made her want to cry with how sensual he was with her. She never thought a man could be that way with her. He gently kissed her lips again, and again. A tingle ran down her spine as his wetness ran down her thigh. He began to kiss down to her breast, her navel to their baby, and then he nibbled his way back up to her lips. Gently kissing her mouth, sucking softly. "I love you…" he said holding her… "...I love you..." he whispered a second time kissing her more, this time with even more passion, more desire... and it made her heart stop and her head spin.
"I love you too." she said, returning his kisses, and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he embraced her.