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CHAPTER 11

Standing in front of her with the bed looming before us like a flashing beacon, Hermione smiled up at me, her dark eyes sparkling in the warm light of the small lamp. Once we'd taken a few steps into the room, my confidence left me, but her sweet smile stopped my nerves from taking over completely.

"Stop," she said and touched her thumb to my forehead. "All those stupid thoughts in your head right now, just stop thinking them."

"And how is it you know what I'm thinking?"

"You have that terrified expression again. And I don't want you to be terrified. I want you to be the man you were out there on the sofa."

With her eyes on mine, she removed her hoodie, then reached for the hem of her tight camisole. I touched her wrist, stopping her.

"Wait," I said. "Let me… please?"

She nodded then reached for me, pulling me down to her so she could kiss me.

"Undress me, Lucius," she whispered against my lips. "And don't think of anything else but what you want to do to me."

What I wanted to do to her? Where did I start?

Taking a breath, I slowly traced the backs of my fingers down her chest between her breasts, across her stomach, then let my hand fall to her hip.

"Lucius?"

I touched my forehead to hers and closed my eyes. The pocket of my brain that sought out words wanted to write this moment down, wanted to capture it and keep those words so I could relive it over and over again. That this woman, this tiny woman who wasn't interested in my money or my fame, wanted only me was unbelievable. I'd lived so long with a woman whose priorities were the complete opposite, I was struggling to comprehend why the woman standing in front of me wasn't the same.

"Hey," she whispered softly. "Where are you right now?"

"Sorry," I answered. "Just trying to figure out why you're here with me."

"Because I don't want to be anywhere else."

Her lips met my chin, my jaw, and with a whisper of my name, she slid her mouth over mine. Her hands freed the buttons on my shirt while she kissed me, pushing it over my shoulders and down my arms. She touched my chest with her fingertips, tracing the scar beneath my collarbone.

"What happened here?"

"Surgery scar from a broken clavicle."

She touched the faded scar on the left side of my ribs. "And this one?"

"Result of a teenage fight."

She laughed. "They allowed fighting at your posh school?"

"No, but it happened anyway."

"An older boy?"

"No, a few years younger. He was a complete brat and a bully. Him and three of his mates."

"You showed them, huh?"

Her fingers went to the buckle of my belt, and the sound of the leather slipping through the metal tightened my balls.

"This distraction thing you're doing is rather impressive."

"Is it working?"

"It's definitely working."

Lowering the zipper on my jeans, she reached her hand in and touched the tip of my straining cock.

"Fuuuck," I groaned and threaded one hand into her hair, leaning back in and kissing her hard. All thoughts of anything but her hand, of her warmth, of her, left me and my basest need to simply have her took over.

I dragged my mouth from hers, and gripping the hem of her camisole, yanked it over her head.

"Shit," I cursed. "Are you trying to kill me?"

She'd forgone wearing a bra and her chest was on full display. I'd been unprepared to see her as such so quickly and my mind filled with images of exactly what I wanted to do to her.

My mouth open on her breast.

My hands holding her wrists over her head.

My body over hers while I rocked hard into her.

"Just ridding your head of unnecessary thoughts," she said. "I want your mind here, Lucius. With me."

"I am right here," I said, leaning down to kiss the juncture of her shoulder and neck.

"Good." Her hands shoved at my pants, freeing me completely. "Don't question this, just go with everything you're feeling right now."

Just go with it.

Her sentiments made sense. Nothing else mattered. None of my insecurities, none of my perceived faults, and certainly nothing from my past. None of it belonged here with me to ruin this moment. I would learn what she liked, what made her scream. And if I didn't, I was sure she would tell me anyway.

I lifted her breast in my hand, pushed it higher with my palm and thumbed her nipple. Goosebumps broke out across her skin, and she wrapped her hand around the middle of my shaft, sharing our first true intimate touches with me.

"Alright?" she asked.

"God, yes," I answered and grabbed her arse with my free hand. The arse that had stopped me dead the first time I saw it hidden behind tight spandex.

"Is it as good as you imagined?" She slid her hand along the length of my cock. "My arse?"

I grinned at her. "You know about my obsession?"

"It's been hard to miss. Why do you think I wear these—" she snapped the stretchy fabric against her thigh "—as much as I can around you?"

"Because you're a tease," I responded and dropped my other hand from her breast to grip her perfect arse properly.

"I never pictured you as an arse man, Lucius."

"Until this came into my life, I wasn't."

"Hmm," she hummed and ran her thumb over the head of my cock. "I've changed so much about your life."

"And all for the better," I agreed, kicking my feet free of my jeans and pants, then lifting her and laying her on the bed.

I removed the tight leggings she wore, peeling them down and revealing her lean, muscular dancer's legs. And the tiny excuse for underwear she wore.

"Complete tease," I said, flicking the flimsy band at her hip and making her laugh before tugging them from her body.

"How much did you imagine?" she asked as she shuffled back on the bed.

I followed, kneeling between her legs and touching the inside of her thigh as she spread her legs, allowing me to see how aroused she was.

"I'm a writer, my mind is vast. But you…" Leaning over her, I planted my hand beside her head. "You are unimaginable."

Her eyes closed as I lowered my head, taking her bottom lip between mine, and the quiet moan she made spread through me, shivering along my spine and igniting my senses.

Still kissing her, I dragged my fingers along the inside of her thigh, drifting closer to her wet core. Her mouth pulled away from mine with a sharp gasp when my fingers finally slid over her most sensitive flesh.

"Hmm… is this what you've wanted?"

She nodded quickly, letting out a breathy yeah.

I teased my thumb over the short length of her clit.

"Did you want me to touch you right here?"

She didn't respond. She didn't have to. Her reaction — her body — told me everything. Her hand was on my wrist, holding me in place, and her hips had begun to move, rocking her body in time with my touch.

Her head rolled back into the pillow and she breathed a long, slow sigh. Her chest rose as she arched slowly while my fingers slid back and forth.

"So soft," I murmured into a kiss. "So wet for me."

Her breath caught in her throat when I switched to two fingers, stroking her gently, carefully, my confidence growing with each breathy sound.

"Lucius," she moaned and fumbled between us, her warm hand encircling my cock. "Please."

"I want to be inside you, darling, so much," I whispered against her cheek. "But if that happens now, I fear it will all be over far too quickly. Let me make you feel good first."

Sucking wet kisses into her neck, I gently removed her hand from my cock and began the slow journey down her body. I kissed the hollow at the base of her throat, flicked my tongue over the freckle on the curve of her left breast. I kissed my way across the soft mound and opened my mouth over her tight nipple. Her hand clutched at my head as I sucked hard, my teeth biting down and pulling the perfect peak into my mouth.

"Stay there," she moaned, holding my head tightly against her.

I smiled and continued to work my mouth over her, sucking and biting, flicking and pressing with my tongue. When her hips rose to meet my fingers, I pushed two inside her. She was drenched already, her body eager, and I wondered if this was why she was so frustrated with me.

Had she even touched herself since stopping her arrangement with Charlie? Had she brought herself to orgasm? Or had she waited, patiently, for me to do it?

I pulled my mouth away from her breast and looked up at her.

"How long has it been?" I asked.

She looked confused at my question. "How long… what?"

"How long has it been—" I curled my fingers inside her "—since you came?"

"I… I don't…"

"Did you touch yourself?" I pressed my thumb to her clit at the same time my fingers pressed into the soft spot inside her that made her cry out. "Did you fantasise about me touching you like this?"

"I had to," she growled through gritted teeth. "You kept teasing me and leaving me hanging."

"Did you not call my name?" I pumped my fingers faster. "I never heard you."

"I didn't — oh! Keep doing that — want you to."

"Am I not a wall thumping fantasy?" I bit her nipple, relishing her cry of surprise. "Am I not worthy? Am I just a quiet fuck?"

"Aah!" she gasped and I lifted my head, watching the flush of heat bloom across her chest.

Her hips rose again, telling me she was close. I glanced down to where my fingers disappeared inside her, sliding in and out quickly while my thumb worked her clit.

"Let me see you, Hermione," I demanded. "Let go."

Her hand flew to my wrist, clutching frantically, her fingernails digging into my skin. Her body tensed, the muscles in her legs pulling and stretching as her orgasm burst along my fingers, rippling in waves as her body shook and trembled.

I slowed my fingers, letting her fully ride her release. Her body slowed and she sank back into the bed, her eyes opening slowly and looking up at me.

"Good, fucking, god," she breathed and I grinned.

"You liked that?"

"Definitely liked that."

"Are you satisfied?" I slipped my fingers out of her heat and pressed them to my lips. "Or do you want more?"

"Both," she said.

"Good," I replied and shifted down the bed, pressing my palms against her thighs and holding her legs open. "Because I want you to come all over my face."

Her moan told me she wanted it too.

I pressed my lips to the inside of her knee, moving slowly upwards, not kissing her, just breathing along her skin. She felt like satin on my lips and I became even hungrier for her than I already had been. It was a hot and urgent feeling, and I had to remind myself to be patient, to remain in control.

She squirmed beneath me and I stilled her with one arm across her abdomen.

"Don't move," I commanded her and lifted my head to see her annoyed expression. "I told you we would need hours, Hermione. Now, be patient."

"You're going to tease me, aren't you?"

I laughed and smiled smugly into her thigh. Had no one ever taken this much time with her?

"Maybe," I said. "But, you've waited so long, what's a few more hours?"

"Hours? What do you—" she began but I cut her off with a stream of my breath directly across her wet skin. "Lucius… oh, fuck!"

I ran my nose along the joint of her leg and hip, breathing deeply and capturing the aroma of her arousal. Her scent was incredible and I moved closer to her core, breathing her in.

"Your mouth," she begged. "On me. Please!"

"Not yet."

She growled at me, frustrated, but I continued on my journey, baring my teeth on her hip, gliding back up to kiss the tiny freckle on her ribs once more, before returning downwards to tease my lips just above her clit. I lightly flicked my tongue against the hood, deliberately avoiding the very tip, and enjoying the rush of breath that she exhaled.

Lingering at the top of her sex, I continued to breathe across her skin, moving towards her navel, across to her hip, pressing my thumb into the indent her hip bone made.

"Spectacular," I murmured, and smiled again when I felt her hand in my hair. I kissed my way back to where she wanted me, lifting my eyes to see her watching my lips. "I've been dreaming about this."

She reached one hand down to my jaw, rubbing her fingers along the light scruff that I hadn't shaved off that morning. I turned into her touch and kissed her palm, knowing what she was asking for without her having to say the words..

Dipping my head back down, I finally gave her what she wanted, sliding my tongue lightly up the centre of her. She gasped, her body twitching, her legs straining as I held her hips still. Opening my mouth over her, I devoured her, drinking in the deliciousness of this woman. She was warm, wet, and tasted like the ocean; clean, sweet, and salty.

And she was incredible, perfect, divine, and every other adjective my brain could manage in that moment.

I flattened my tongue, tasting every part of her, licking her clit in a slow circle, and slipping back down to dip inside her. I pulled the taste of her into my mouth, sucked and licked, kissed and teased, her low, pleading cries urging me on. I pushed two fingers inside her, sliding them quickly in and out while I lapped at the exposed tip of her clit.

Tiny noises escaped her with every pump of my fingers, with every lick of my tongue, jacking up my own desire and leaving me with the thought of how long I would actually last inside her. My hips were already rocking into the mattress, chasing the friction I was desperate for. I wanted this woman with a heat and desire I couldn't put into words. I cursed myself internally for waiting, for making her wait. I'd let my ex-wife get inside my head and make me believe her cheating was because of my inadequacies, and clearly it wasn't.

Hermione's responses to everything I was doing weren't fake. The look in her eyes was that of pure lust, and her touches — both gentle and fierce — were sending sparks of heat directly to my balls.

And her sounds…

Breathy gasps.

Tight moans.

Frustrated growls.

The cry of my name.

I'd hated hearing her voice through my wall, but up close and personal…. nothing I'd heard in my life was sweeter.

And pulling her clit between my lips let me hear another of those sweet sounds.

"Oh, god… Lucius!" she cried. "More… give me more!"

"I can feel how close you are." I spoke directly into her sodden flesh, removing my fingers from the softness of her body. "Now do as I asked and cover my face in your come."

"Fuck," she moaned, and rocked against my mouth.

"More, Hermione," I grunted. "Fuck my mouth."

She grabbed my head and moved faster, her sweet cunt perfect as she pressed and pulled against my mouth. Her cries grew louder, her breaths faster, her cunt wetter.

And then she tensed.

Her body lifted in a sharp arc off the bed and I plunged my tongue inside her, needing to feel the clench, to feel her release.

"Luuuciiiiuuuusss!"

My name had never held so many syllables, and I groaned at the spread of her flavour across my tongue. Her body pulsed, and she continued to move against my mouth, her body slowly loosening and slumping back to the mattress.

"Holy shit," she said with a breathy laugh.

I glanced up at her, grinning. "Good?"

"Better than good." She closed her eyes and a smile spread across her face. "I think you broke me."

I kissed her clit, making her shudder. "You look quite intact to me."

"Get up here," she said, holding out her hand. "Kiss me with that filthy mouth."

I pressed one last gentle kiss between her legs, then crawled over her. I lifted my arm to wipe my mouth but she stopped me.

"No," she demanded and wrapped her hand around the back of my neck. "Kiss me with that filthy mouth."

Mildly horrified — my experience had never allowed this — I lowered my mouth to her chin, licking up until I met her mouth. Her moan surprised me, as did her tongue eagerly licking across my lips.

"I taste good on you," she murmured. "I taste sweet."

"Hmm, I think you're sweet only for me."

"I think you'd like that," she teased, rubbing her thumb along my lip then sucking it into her mouth. "Me being sweet."

"I like your cunt being sweet," I retorted. "You… I like you sassy."

I kissed her again, loving her response to her taste on my lips. Then, shifting my hips, I slid the length of my cock along the wet slip of skin I had just devoured. Her moan vibrated against my mouth, her hands gripped my hips, and she pulled her legs up along my ribs. I grunted when she tilted her hips, pressing us closer, and my eyes fell closed.

The feel of her on my tongue had been dizzying, but this…

I took her hands in mine and raised them above her head. She smiled up at me, her breath catching when I lifted my hips and pressed the head of my cock against her. Pushing forward, I groaned, then pulled back instantly.

"Shit!" I cursed in frustration and rolled off her.

"Lucius, what—"

"Don't move," I demanded, glancing down between her spread thighs. "Not one inch."

I raced across my flat into my bedroom, yanking the nightstand drawer open and retrieving what I'd forgotten, before racing back to her. She began laughing when I held up my hand, allowing the condoms to fall in one long string.

"You're pretty prepared for someone who wasn't planning on doing anything with me."

I tore one off and tossed the rest on the end of the bed. "I may have held back, but if you think I haven't been wanting to do this since I first saw you, you'd be wrong."

Her eyes dropped to watch me roll the thin latex over my cock before climbing back on the bed and crawling over her. I pressed my thumb against her clit, coasting my fingers down and sinking inside her, pumping gently before withdrawing and sliding my wet fingers across her skin.

"I'm wet enough," she assured me when she realised what I was doing.

"Just making sure," I told her then positioned myself over her, bracing my arms either side of her shoulders.

She wrapped her hand around my covered shaft and I glanced down to watch as she slid the tip up and down her slick skin before touching me to her entrance. She held me there and our eyes met, neither of us looking away as I shifted forward and slowly inched inside her body.

Even through the thin barrier, the heat of her, the softness, was astounding and drew a heavy groan from my throat. One thing was missing though. I wanted to feel the slickness, wanted to feel how wet she was, wanted that wetness to soak into my skin and leave the scent of her behind. But my rueful lamentation only lasted seconds. Her hands gripped my arse and she lifted her hips, pressing us closer together.

I held still over her, watching her face as she closed her eyes and swallowed thickly. Her breath shuddered and the walls of her cunt tightened around me.

The intense feeling pushed past pleasure, spiralling into something all the words in the world could not describe. She'd removed all my nervousness, all my inhibitions, and allowed me the chance to find myself within her. Each sensation shifted rapidly, making it impossible to focus on everything at once. The feel of her mouth sucking wet kisses above my collarbone. Her fingers sliding along my back, digging into my shoulders, her nails pinching and scratching. The slippery point where our bodies met, the soft skin of her abdomen, of her hips, pressed against me.

I swallowed thickly; she'd forced her way into my life, had given me a glimpse into a world I had never dreamed of, and now she was giving herself to me.

Overwhelmed didn't come close to how I felt.

My heart was thumping in my chest, a sheen of sweat already building on my skin. My body screamed at me to take her hard and fast, but my mind told me to go slow.

Her hands moved, pulling my thoughts back to the moment. She was still smiling up at me, her hands on a downward journey to scratch at my stomach.

"Hey there," she whispered.

"Hey yourself."

"You feel incredible." Her hands moved to my hips drawing absent circles.

"So do you."

"Do you know what would feel better?"

I shook my head.

"If you moved."

I laughed, leaning down to kiss her. My mad ballerina was never far away.

Pulling back slowly, I began to move, setting an easy rhythm. Long, slow strokes, in and out of her, relishing the feel of her body stretching and pulsing around the length of me. The reality of her, the intensity of what we were doing, shoved at the patience I had held onto and I gave in to my need to fuck her.

Pushing her legs to her shoulders, I shifted into hard, hungry thrusts. Her eyes widened, a thrilled glimmer flashing in the dark irises staring up at me. She wanted this. She wanted hard. She wanted fast.

"Gods," I groaned. "So perfect how you take my cock."

My body burned, barely holding on as my hips drove my cock into her, the wet sounds of our bodies coming together almost obscene.

I released my hold on her legs, shoving them to her sides and came down over her.

"So. Fucking. Good," I ground out, pressing my face into her neck.

She moaned in response, her hands gripping my arse, her fingernails digging sharply in my flesh. And all the words I'd heard as a spectator spilled into my ear.

Oh...oh...Don't stop, don't stop! Oh God, don't stop!"

She met my thrusts with her hips, rocking up as I thrust down, taking in every inch of me.

"Oh, fuck, yes! More...Yes! Yeeesss!"

Her teeth scraped my shoulder, her nails dug deeper.

"Harder… more… oh, fucking give it to me!"

Her body shuddered, her cunt clenched, and my name was another long wail, snapping my last sliver of control.

I pounded into her relentlessly. Hard and deep, drowning in the sensation of her. I didn't think anything felt as good, sounded as good, as her beneath me. My mad ballerina, the woman I fell just a little more in love with with each crazy thought she shared with me.

With a loud groan, my body finally released, bucking hard, and leaving me fearful the condom wouldn't survive with how fast my orgasm shot out of me. My body shuddered, jerking against her, her tight walls clenching, squeezing every last drop out of me.

The full weight of my body pressed down on her. I was probably too heavy for her tiny frame, but nothing but a bomb blast would have made me move.

"Lucius…."

My name was a quiet whisper as she wrapped her arms and legs around me. I kissed her shoulder, nuzzled her neck, and sent a prayer of thanks to the stars for sending this woman to turn my life around.