Hermione's hands fisted in the crisp, white sheets of the bed at the first swipe of his tongue against her sensitive flesh. Her legs fell open shamelessly of their own accord.
Yes…
And then, she thought-
No…we have time for this later...first we need to talk…
"Wait-," she started, propping herself up on her elbows. "We…have…things…to…discuss…," getting each word out between swipes of his clever tongue.
"Mmmhmm," he growled, his mouth practically vibrating against her. He kissed over to the area where her leg met her body and rested his head there, looking up at her expectantly as her hips bucked against him, suddenly sorry she'd said anything at all.
"Alright, what do we start with?," he said, his voice husky and eyes teasing as his finger circled her entrance before lazily entering her.
Hermione cried out and fell against the bed, her back arching off of it, her eyes shut, her body awash in pleasure.
Oh Godric, he knows what he's doing to me…
She felt his mouth move back to where she wanted it as his finger twisted inside and she moaned; the sensation so intense she nearly had to cant her hips away.
"You…you…I…," she babbled incoherently, having forgotten wholly and completely what exactly she wanted to talk about. He continued his ministrations, pumping his finger, not oblivious at all to the effect he was having on her.
"I-," she tried to start again but he interrupted her; momentarily lifting his face from her aching core.
"Why don't you be a good girl and let me take care of you."
He said it as another finger joined the first and curled and though she wasn't sure if it was the 'good girl' or 'let me take care of you' that did it, the dam broke either way and she spasmed around his fingers, her hips rising off of the bed forcefully.
Everything whited out for a moment and she couldn't hear anything except the pounding of her heart against her ribcage. It took several moments for her to come back fully, her mind and body brimming with emotion.
As tears dotted the corners of her eyes with the relief her release had brought her, she let herself slide slowly from the bed to the floor, moving towards him on her hands and knees on the plush carpet as he stood, unbuckling his trousers.
She felt the fire she thought had gone out, and she was going to take advantage of every moment.
He looked confused as she moved towards him, her eyes glazed and unfocused from the strength of her orgasm.
On her knees, her small hands went to the fastenings of his plaid trousers. The button was undone, but the zipper was up, and she unzipped him, slowly, looking up at him coyly through her lashes.
His hand reached out and stroked the side of her cheek. He took her in, on her knees in front of him. She looked so thoroughly and utterly beautiful with her hair wild, spread about her shoulders, rosy nipples jutting out amidst her nakedness.
Her hands reached into his trousers and she stroked him, gently. He hissed an indrawn breath and ran his hand through her hair as she teased him, flicking her tongue out to touch the tip of his generous length. She pulled his trousers down, off his hips, down to his feet, undoing each boot quickly and pulling them off as well as the plaid trousers he very nearly kicked off.
She looked back up at him and felt the fire fully, rekindled; the sparkling tension that was always palpable between them was present once again.
She'd done this with him a handful of times, so she was less nervous about the act itself. But she wanted to make him feel good, as good as he made her feel. And she wanted him to know how much she missed this, and him.
His head tipped back as she took him in her mouth. She gripped his thighs and opened her mouth wider, taking him in deeper. He let out a sound that was like a stuttered breath and she knew that she was in control. She loved that feeling when he surrendered to her and let her have her way. She flicked her tongue over him once, twice, a third time and then he had grabbed her by the biceps and hauled her to him.
His mouth found hers and their tongues ran over each other. He pushed her back onto the bed; she landed on the sheets with a little yelp. He ignored this, and she saw such a feral lust in his eyes for a moment, she felt something she couldn't place, somewhere between fear and desire.
She toed her way from the edge of the bed to the pillows and laid her head upon them as he moved up her body, on top of her. He pinned one of her wrists to the bed as he took himself in his hand. She looked up at him expectantly as he began to run his swollen member over her tender folds and up over the apex of her opening.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as he repeated the motion again. And then, again.
Tears of frustration dotted at the corners of her eyes as the intensity of sensation wore her out. She wanted him closer and he was purposely refusing her. The ache between her legs intensified. He did it again and she thought she might die if he did not comply. He slid his hips against her in yet another teasing stroke and she felt the tears at the corners of her eyes begin to leak.
Hermione tried to move under him, to slide her hips against his so he would enter her and relieve yet another desperate ache, but he let go of his member and gripped her hip tightly, holding her to the bed. She cried out as he ran himself over her sensitive flesh again, denying her the relief of being joined. Her hand ran to his bicep and curled around it as he continued his movements, slow and deliberate.
"Please…please…," her voice trailed off deliriously as she tried to writhe under him, to get him to do what she wanted. Her body was uncomfortable, quaking and shivering with desire.
He leaned close to her ear as he thrust against her and spoke in a gravelly voice that hitched, "I told you I wouldn't leave you needy and wanting. Trust me."
"Please…"
He bit down on her neck at the same time as he slid home, filling her completely with a single thrust. She let out a shriek as her body throbbed; easily stretching to accept him fully. Wetness threatened to leak as he seated himself deep inside and brought his lips to hers.
She took a deep breath in, her body shaking as he kissed her gently. She felt her muscles clench around him even though he wasn't moving.
Oh Gods…
He stayed like that for a moment, and every second he didn't move, she somehow felt she was drawing nearer and nearer to that precipice, to that edge she needed to fall over. She let out a small noise as her hips tried to move, but again, he purposely pressed his weight atop her to prevent her from doing so.
Being deliberately held and pinned against the bed, powerless against his superior strength should have frightened her. Instead, it excited her, because she knew him; knew he wouldn't hurt her, and it heightened her desire to nearly unfathomable levels.
Yes…take me…make me yours…
He watched for it in her gaze, he listened for it in her breath, and when he felt her muscles start to grip him more tightly, to begin to flutter around him he moved ever-so-slightly back and then gently forward. That was all it took to drive her over the edge a second time.
Time stopped.
She very truly thought for a moment she had died; floating above her body somewhere, and not wanting to come back down.
Then, she was back in her body and she positively wailed; gripping his shoulders tightly, nails digging into him, and he wondered for a moment if he was bleeding.
He didn't care.
He drove into her again and then again, hard, setting an intense pace without giving her a moment to recover.
Yes!
He pressed her far into the mattress, forcing her legs open wider.
Yes!
His hand snaked between them, finding the tender nub of flesh at the apex of her thighs. He flicked her gently as her eyes locked on his, her brows knitted in a look he couldn't even begin to describe. Her mouth dropped open as her eyes closed. He could feel her muscles begin to tense and pulse, and it pulled him over the edge into complete and utter nothingness.