Chapter Seventeen: You Don't Know Everything

"You don't think you're done, do you, Tom?" asked Hermione playfully as she rolled on top of him and sat on his hips. She pressed him down into the mattress and gave him sweet, hot kisses until she was well rewarded for her efforts with the unmistakable feel of his arousal between her thighs.

"If you persist in cuddling me like that, there is no way you'll get out of this bed with your virginity," he informed her as his hands came down to grip her arse and enjoy the shape of it with a satisfied grin.

"Who said I wanted to?" she asked in a husky whisper. When his eyes widened at this pronouncement, Hermione giggled.

Tom's hands snaked up her body to cup her breasts, and his thumbs made little circles over top the fabric that still covered her achingly pert nipples. Hermione gasped, and bent down to kiss him again.

"Come here," he said, and tossed her down beside him so he could lie on top of her. He smiled as he leaned up on one elbow and arranged her hair artfully over the pillows, making Hermione giggle again. "Perfect," he finally announced.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Memorizing you," he chuckled.

"Don't you mean mesmerizing?" she asked as she brought her hands up to draw his lips down to hers.

"I hope so," he whispered against her mouth, kissing her with plenty of tiny, soft kisses before he ran his tongue along her lips before plunging it inside. They stayed that way as his fingers slid round to unclasp her bra. When he'd finished this task, they quested downward and tugged at her last remaining undergarment, his eyes filling with liquid gleefulness.

After Hermione allowed him to undress her, she reached for his belt buckle, undid it, and unbuttoned his trousers, not to be denied the pleasure of viewing his nudity any longer. Tom took off his pants, but left his boxers on with a wicked grin.

"No fair," she insisted as she pulled them down. He laughed and discarded them as well, so that the pair were now wearing nothing but their socks, which they removed by mutual unspoken agreement. "That's better," she said as she scooted back into the pillows, and Tom crawled up to kiss her.

After a while his kisses went from her mouth down the column of her throat, and on downward till his lips found an eager nipple to taste. Hermione's hands slid into his hair and she sighed contentedly. She felt his fingers slip down into her folds, and then one persistent digit found her sweet hole. She was still wet from his earlier ministrations, but still the place was untried and thus rather tight. He worked at her diligently until the first finger was welcome, and then put in another as well.

Hermione was far from idle as he did this, sifting her fingers through his hair, then pulling him back up for more sweet, hot kisses, and occasionally sighing when something he did felt especially nice.

"That thing is good and ready, 'Mione," Tom told her. "Are you sure?"

"Tom Riddle, I did not come this far to stop now," she informed him with a wry twist of her lips. "Have you ever seen me do anything halfway?"

Laughing, he said, "No, miss know-it-all, I haven't. But you know it might hurt, right?"

"As you have so aptly pointed out, I know it all," she answered with a good-natured grumble.

"You just got done telling me you didn't," he teased her.

"Do it, already," she told him, making him chuckle. After he bent down to kiss her one more time, he opened her legs and aligned himself with her, then pulled out his fingers and attempted to replace them with his throbbing cock. He groaned at the feel of her wetness on his eager flesh, but groaned again as he realized he couldn't get more than the tip to go in. His fingers worked at her clit and he bent to suckle her other breast a while before attempting to push through again. this time he got much more satisfactory results.

"They're right, it does hurt," said Hermione as her fingernails dug into the sides of his thighs.

Smoothing her hair over the pillows again, he said, "It'll stop soon. Just move with me."

This was one direction she was most willing to follow. In spite of the dull ache that was already beginning to fade, Hermione reveled in the feeling of fullness, and the sensation of finally being complete. What an irony it was that this man would be the one to make her feel so whole, so wanted, and so completely alive. Gods, how she wished they could stay like this forever.

"You feel so good in me, Tom," she told him.

"It's a pleasure to be of service," he answered, swooping down to taste her lips again. "I've wanted to be since the first time I saw you sleeping in that big bed."

Hermione giggled. "that would have been quite an interesting wake up experience," she told him, making him grimace.

"Stop it, woman, I'm trying to give you a really hot and memorable first time here, not end up dying of laughter."

By the way he said it, Hermione was certain he didn't mean he would die completely, but that if she wanted to continue with what they were currently doing she might want to do as he said. She needn't have been concerned, however, because next he wrapped her legs around his hips and set to with much greater purpose. One finger moved down to work her core, and soon she was thrashing her head from side to side and keening his name as though she were worshipping a god.

"Oh' Hermione, I'm going to come in you," he announced with a heady delight. "Yes, baby, it's all for you. Do you feel that? Oh, sweet Salazar, you feel so good!"

"Yes! Yes, I feel it, Tom!" she answered as she marveled at the way her body trembled beneath him. As he collapsed into her arms she giggled and said, "Okay, so maybe I don't know everything."

Tom's face was buried against her neck, and his chuckle vibrated her whole body. "No, Hermione, you most certainly do not."