Harry Potter didn't know how he'd ended up in this position. Well, he knew how, just not how this had happened. If he was being honest with himself, he'd fancied Hermione for years. It just never seemed to work out. They were always either with someone else or fighting for their lives. For him, there had been Cho and then Ginny. The first relationship had been fleeting and the other had just burned itself out. The same went for Hermione. There had been Krum and then Ron. Again, one had been fleeting and the other burnt out. Thankfully, with time, both Weasleys had remained close friends to them both. In the end, it just seemed like they weren't meant to be. At least that was what Harry told himself when he thought too hard about it. None of that explained how Harry had ended up tied to his bed with Hermione astride him.
The evening had started out with take away and a few drinks at his flat after work. It had been just an ordinary night in with a friend. Well, it had been that, up until it wasn't. Maybe they'd had too much to drink. Maybe they shouldn't have started to compare notes on sexual experiences. Maybe he shouldn't have listened to Hermione when she lectured him on his lack of imagination in bed. He'd been miffed, mainly because Ginny had told him the same thing when they were together. It wasn't like he ever left a partner unsatisfied. Perhaps he shouldn't have told her that if she knew so damned much, then why didn't she prove it. Well, Hermione never was one to back down from a challenge.
A few sober up potions later and Harry ended up in his boxers with his wrists tied to the headboard. Hermione straddled his thighs. His cock pressing against her silk covered center. Her tits were barely being held back by the black lace bra that covered them. He could see that her nipples were erect with excitement, and he couldn't wait to get his hands and lips on them.
Hermione ground herself atop him to the point that he could barely think. "Hermione, please," he gasped. Not entirely sure what he was asking for, but whatever it was, he wanted it now. Hermione picked up her wand from the bed. With a quick swish the remainder of their clothes were gone. They both groaned as their bare sexes met.
Already Hermione was wet. Harry wouldn't last long with how she rocked her pussy over his cock until it was soaked. He couldn't believe this was happening. Hermione was radiant, gorgeous, everything he imagined she'd be and more. Fuck, he was in trouble. She teased him a few moments more before asking, "Do you want to taste me, Harry?"
It took every fiber in his being not to come as the words left her mouth. "Merlin, yes!" he responded. The witch crawled slowly up his body. Harry strained against his bindings, desperate to feel her. As she moved her breasts brushed against his face. He quickly took advantage of the position and wrapped his lips around one of her nipples. Hermione hissed at the contact, but didn't pull away. Content for the moment to allow him to suck and nip at one nipple and then the next.
Far too soon for Harry's liking, Hermione continued up his body until her wet cunt was situated over his head. She looked down at him with a sultry smile. "Let's just see if you're as good at eating pussy as you claim to be," she challenged. She grabbed the headboard for support and lower herself onto Harry's face. The wizard wasted no time as his tongue darted out to slip between her lips. Hermione moaned and threw her head back. God, she tastes good, Harry thought as lapped, nibbled and pierced the quivering sex above him.
Harry really did like eating pussy and took pride in his skill. Soon Hermione's moans were joined by breathy expletives and praise. "Fuck, Harry," she moaned. "Yes, there, fuck." The witch began to rock against his face as her breathing accelerated. Harry's cock twitched at the thought of that hot, wet pussy being wrapped around it. As if reading his mind, Hermione asked, "You want to be inside me, Harry?" The wizard groaned into her pussy. "Then make be cum, Harry. Make me cum on your face, and you can feel this pussy around your cock." He redoubled his efforts at the challenge. By Merlin, he wanted nothing more at that moment.
Hermione screamed when her orgasm hit. Harry continued lapping hoping to extend her pleasure, but suddenly she was gone. He was about to protest, when he felt her slide back down his body and onto his cock. They both groaned as she fully seated herself onto him. Her pussy still pulsating as she rocked against him gently as she adjusted to the intrusion and rode out her orgasm. "Fuck, Hermione," Harry gasped and bucked up into her. er
Soon they were straining against each other, reveling in the pleasure. Harry was beyond grateful that Hermione hadn't blindfolded him as she had contemplated. He watched her tits bounced as she rode him. Watched as his cock disappeared into her hungry pussy. Merlin, he wanted to touch her, to grab those tits, massage her clit, squeeze her ass, but he was helpless as she guided their pace, which was far too slow. He knew logically that the pace would extend the encounter. If this was to be his only opportunity to be with her, he sincerely wanted it to last, but fuck he wanted to pound into her.
It didn't take long before he was begging her to go faster, which she continued to ignore as she palmed her own breasts and pinched her nipples. "Please, Hermione, faster please. I need…I need more," he pleaded with her to no avail. She seemed perfectly content with the pace she had set. It was maddening. He thought he might lose his mind, if she didn't go faster. Her tight heat gripped him deliciously, but he needed more.
When he was certain he was about to die, his hands were suddenly freed. Though surprised, Harry didn't waste a second before flipping them over and pounding into the witch below him. Now it was her turn to beg, and she did beg, and scream and cry out to every deity in the heavens. It was glorious, fulfilling in a way, he'd never imagined sex could be. He continued his relentless pace. Now it was him that caused her breasts to bounce with every thrust. Hermione incoherent below him.
He wouldn't be able to keep this up for long, not with the teasing he'd just endured. He'd be damned though if he came before Hermione did. He slowed momentarily to lift a leg over his shoulder, opening her further to him. She groaned as he slid even deeper inside of her, and he picked up speed yet again. He snaked a hand down between them and found her clit. She gasped when he made contact with it. He smirked down at her as he massaged her clit as he relentlessly pounded her eager cunt.
It was a level of stimulation that neither of them could endure for long. Hermione's pussy started to flutter until it clamped down on his invading cock, and she screamed out her release. The sight of her breaking apart was beyond beautiful. The sight of her and the pulsing grasp of her pussy was too much and he joined her in her release. His cock shooting jet after jet of cum deep into the witch below him.
He collapsed beside her not wanting to crush her under his weight. Their breathing was harsh as he reached out and gathered the witch in his arms, pressing her into him. As they came down, he was unsure what should happen next. He wanted her to stay the night, here in his bed, in his arms, but he wasn't sure what was appropriate. This was new territory for him. He held her tightly. "Is this okay?" he asked nervously.
Hermione looked up to him and smiled. "More than okay," she said as she snuggled into him. Relieved he reached for the blankets and covered them both. When their breathing had returned to normal. Hermione's head was resting on his chest when she quietly confessed, "I've wanted to do that for a very long time." She sounded uncertain, so different from the fiery goddess he'd just fucked.
Harry smiled, "me too." Hermione looked up at him in surprise. "I love you, Hermione. I have for a very long time."
"Me too," she whispered back. "For a very long time. So, what now?"
Harry gave a slight shrug. "I don't know, but we can figure that out together." Hermione smiled radiantly up at him and lay her head back on his chest. She sighed in contentment and wrapped an arm around him and tangled their legs together. Harry smiled too and he kissed the top of her head. After the night's activities, they were both exhausted, yet fully satisfied. It didn't take long before both fell into a peaceful sleep, still wrapped in each other's arms.
"Harry?" Hermione called as she entered her best friend's flat with a bag of take away.
"In here!" Harry called from the kitchen.
The witch followed his voice and found the auror pulling something out of the oven. "Harry!" Hermione exclaimed. "What gives? I just picked up Scornavaca's," she said holding up the bag.
"I know," the wizard said without looking back. "but, I thought we'd like dessert too."
"We could have ordered it," Hermione countered.
"Yes, but they don't have the caramel pecan cheesecake you like," he said turning to show her what he'd been working on."
"Damn you, Harry Potter!" she said playfully as he set the cheesecake on the counter to cool before placing it into the frig. How did he always know what I want? she thought. She'd just been craving it.
Harry chuckled. "I had a feeling you could use some cheesecake therapy."
"It has been a long week, and the werewolf rights proposal is giving me no end of headaches," she confessed. "Wine?" she asked pulling a bottle out of the bag.
"Might as well," Harry said as he summoned a few wine glasses from the cupboard. "We don't have to work tomorrow."
"Good!" Hermione responded cheerfully. "Because I brought two," she said and pulled a second bottle from the bag.
The wizard laughed. "That bad?" he asked.
"Worse," she responded. She pulled out her wand and popped open one of the bottles, pouring a generous portion into each glass. Harry summoned a few plates and silverware to the small kitchen table.
"Living room or dining room?" he asked.
"Depends….what movie did you get?" she countered.
"A comedy, since it's just us," he said. Ron and Ginny often joined them for Friday Movie night. They enjoyed watching the movies, but just lacked the context to understand the humor in a lot of them. More often than not, Harry and Hermione would spend most of the time explaining the jokes. They'd learned to leave the comedies for the nights it was just them and action, adventure, fantasy and scifi when the whole crew was there.
"Which one?" Hermione asked.
"I can't remember the name, but it had Dan Aykroyd and Rosie O'Donnell in it," he responded as he helped to unload their take away.
"Sounds like fun," Hermione said. "I vote living room, then."
Harry nodded as they loaded their plates with their Italian feast. Hermione retrieved her plate and made a bee line to the TV. She sat her meal on the coffee table and grabbed the tape to see which movie he got. She was somewhat surprised to find that he had rented "Exit to Eden". She hadn't seen it but she'd heard it was risqué. "Harry, did you see the cover for this movie?" she asked.
"Uh…no. Sara said that the cover had been stolen," he responded settling himself onto the couch with is supper and wine. Harry always went to the small movie store a few blocks away. He said he preferred the local shop to the larger rental chains. Unfortunately, the movie covers were often lost or stolen so one got little more than the name of the movie, it's rating and the top billed stars. Well, this should be interesting, Hermione thought with a smile.
The witch popped in the tape and sat next to Harry on the couch. They managed to eat most of their meal before the movie got interesting. Hermione tried to be subtle about watching for his reactions. His cheeks went red first, followed by the rest of his face and then his ears. She barely stopped herself from laughing when she saw him casually grab a throw pillow and place it on his lap.
"This is not what I thought it would be," Harry finally said, and Hermione burst out laughing. He looked at her with betrayal in his eyes. "You knew what this movie was about?" he accused.
Hermione wiped her eyes that had started to tear during her fit of giggles. "No, not exactly," she replied. "I've heard of it, but hadn't seen it," she explained. "I heard it was based on a book by Anne Rice. Honestly this is pretty tame based on the other works I've read by her. They seem to have watered this down quite a bit."
"Tame? You call this…" he gestured wildly at the tv as scantily clad men and women frolicked on the screen. "…tame?"
Hermione had to laugh again. "Yes!" she said enthusiastically.
"But….but…that's….perverted!" Harry stuttered.
"That is a Disneyland version of porn," she said primly.
"Don't bring Disney into this, Mione! It does not deserve this abuse," he responded.
"You're such a prude, Harry. If I didn't have it on good authority from Ginny, I would think you were a virgin," she laughed.
"Hey! I'm not a prude! Just ask Ginny! I never left her unsatisfied," he said defensively.
"Fine," she said. "You're not a prude, but then you can't call me a pervert."
"I never called you a pervert. I said that was perverted," he gestured at the tv once more before grabbing the remote and stopping the movie.
"Hey, come on. I want to see how it ends," Hermione whined.
"Then take it with you. I don't want to watch anymore," Harry said firmly. He got up and grabbed their dishes to take to the kitchen.
Hermione followed him and grabbed the wine bottle, pouring herself another cup. "Don't be mad at me, Harry. Drink?" she said with a shake of the bottle.
"Yeah," Harry responded sheepishly, handing her his glass. "And I'm not mad at you, Mione. I could never stay mad at you."
The witch poured him a generous glass full, then grabbed the bottle and made her way back to the living room. They settled back onto the couch sipping their wine. After a few minutes of silence, Harry asked, "So you've done some of that stuff?"
Hermione smirked. "Yeah, some of it. What can I say? I like to try new things," she replied cheerfully. "Haven't you tried….well…anything besides the ordinary?"
"I like sex. I don't see the point in changing something that is already bloody awesome," he said scowling.
"Hmmm." The witch hummed and took a gulp of her wine.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Harry demanded.
"Nothing," she said innocently.
"No, you hummed," the wizard accused. "You always hum when you have something you want to say, but don't." He'd known the woman for years. He knew her tells.
"Oh, it's just that Ginny may have mentioned that you were rather unadventurous in bed, and I'd just hoped that some witch might have tempted you by now to expand your horizons," she responded. Honestly she didn't really like thinking about him with other women, but she'd resolved years ago to never act jealous or to stand in the way of his happiness.
"So, what have you done, huh? You want me to share, well quid pro quo," he said in a huff.
Hermione rolled her eyes at his antics. "Take another drink first, Harry. You aren't keeping up," she said gesturing to his glass. She watched him down the rest of his wine, so she just shrugged and finished off hers as well. She went to pour them what was left in the bottle as Harry summoned the second one to top them off.
"Ok, Mione, we're sufficiently lubricated," he said with a cheeky grin. "What have you done?"
"Well, I've done some bondage, bdsm, spanking and such. I'd like to explore more, but you really do need a partner you can trust," she started.
"So, you tie people up?" he asked.
Hermione smiled. "Yeah, it's fun. It's fun to be in control of another person like that, to have them at your mercy. It's also fun to not be in control. That one is harder for me though. You have to extra trust someone for that, but if you have the right partner….." the woman trailed off, closing her eyes and licking her lips at the memory.
Harry took another large gulp of his wine and reached over for his throw pillow for the second time that night. "Do you like spanking people too or do you get spanked?" he asked.
The witch's eyes fluttered open. "What? Oh yes to both. I enjoy switching it up, which can also be an issue. A lot of the people that are in to that, also have a preference towards being a sub or a dom, and don't like to switch up their rolls," she explained. "Now, it's your turn to answer questions," she decreed.
Harry took a deep breath and grabbed the wine bottle and held it up. "First?" he said. She nodded and filled both glasses again.
"So," Hermione started. "What exactly do you do? Is it just vaginal sex and ……blowjobs?"
"Hey, I'm not a jerk. I go down too," he said defensively. "I love eating pussy, and I'm good at it," he declared proudly.
Hermione shrugged, "Sounds fairly boring to me"
"Boring? Boring? I have never left a bird unsatisfied! Not even once! I'd eat pussy for hours if I needed to," he shot back.
Hermione arched her brow. "Really no one was left unsatisfied? With your limitations?" she said incredulously.
"Well, if your so bloody talented, then show me. Prove that I'm missing out," he challenged.
The woman glared back at him, and said, "Fine! Then how about you show me how well you eat pussy. See it you're really as good as you seem to think you are."
They stared at each other for a moment, heat reflected in both their eyes. Then they were kissing. Devouring each other really, as they grasped each other desperately. Harry pulled back slightly from Hermione's lips, "This is really happening," he said.
"Oh, yeah it is," Hermione agreed before attacking his mouth once more. Harry pushed her back until she lay flat on the couch. He pressed himself onto her. He ground his erection into her thigh. She responded by opening her legs and wrapping them around him. He took the invitation and rubbed his cock over her covered mound. They both moaned at the contact. They fumbled for a few moments more before Hermione pulled away.
"Harry, we need to stop," she said breathlessly. The wizard stopped in an instant, his head coming to rest on her shoulder.
"Yeah, I suppose we do," he said sadly.
"We need sober up potions," the witch responded.
Harry frowned, lifting his head to see her face. "What?"
"We need sober up potions," she repeated. "We're not going to shag for the first time drunk. For one, to do otherwise would be irresponsible, and second, I sure as hell want to remember this.
The wizard smiled and hopped off of the couch and ran to the bathroom for the potions. He turned to go back to the living room and found Hermione right behind him with her hand outstretched. He handed her a potion, and they downed them both together. It took a few seconds for the potion to set in. Once it had, he looked back to Hermione. Heat still filled her eyes, "How do you feel about blindfolds," she asked.
Hermione Granger woke up to the smell of bacon. She stretched lazily and took in her surroundings. She was in Harry's bed. Which wasn't odd in and of itself. She'd stayed over countless times, and occasionally shared the bed with her best friend. What was odd though was the fact that she was nude. It took a second before the events from the previous night came flooding back. Shit! Did that actually happen, she thought.
She'd be lying if she said she hadn't thought of jumping Harry half a million times or more. It was why she'd come up with her plan of action so quickly. Oh, the things she wanted to do with that man. She imagined Harry tied down and at her mercy, her at his mercy, them teasing and tasting each other. She sat up. She needed to see the man in question and see if he had any regrets. Had she come on too strong? She'd had that comment thrown at her more than once.
Hermione looked around the room for her clothes but came up empty. Finally, she resorted to pulling out one of Harry's old t-shirts and wearing it. She made a quick stop to the loo and then padded downstairs to the kitchen. Once again, Harry was at the stove, this time frying up bacon and eggs.
"Smells good," she said as she approached him. The wizard looked back his eyes obviously scanning her body covered in only his shirt. "I hope you don't mind that I borrowed this. I couldn't find my clothes."
"N-no, I-I don't mind at all," he sputtered. 'Besides, it looks better on you than it ever did on me," he said with a grin. "Sorry about the clothes. I picked them up and put them in the wash so you'd have something to wear today."
"Oh, thank you, Harry. That was really thoughtful," she said. "So, are we ok?" she asked tentatively.
"I hope so," Harry responded. "I know I'm fine. How about you?"
"I'm more than fine," she answered. "What now?"
"Well, personally, I'd like to make a proper go of this, not just what we did last night, which was amazing, but all of it, dates, flowers, romance, the whole nine yards," he confessed looking frightfully nervous.
"I'd like that too," Hermione said softly. Harry brought his hand up to cup her cheek and pressed a kiss to her lips. The kiss deepened. It was slow and sensuous. So unlike the fevered kisses they had shared the night before, but they still made Hermione's knees weak. Suddenly a large pop came from the frying bacon, causing them to pull apart, startled.
Looking back to the stove, they both laughed. "Maybe I should focus on breakfast right now," Harry said.
"Yeah, that's probably a good idea," she agreed. "What can I do to help?"
"Uh…would you mind taking the toast and jam into the dining room and setting the table?" he asked while gesturing to the plate of toast on the counter under a stasis charm to keep it warm. "It's a beautiful day, I thought it would be nice to have some sunshine while we eat."
Hermione grabbed the plate along with some butter and jam and made for the dining room. It wasn't overly large, but could easily seat 20 people. The floor to ceiling windows that framed the London skyline brought in the morning's warm sunlight. She loved the view from here.
After the war, it hadn't been long until Harry was ready to leave Grimmauld Place behind. There were too many memories, too much pain. It had also been his godfather's last prison. With Hermione's help, he'd sifted through a mountain of old documents from the Potter and Black estates until he'd found this property. After extensive renovations, it had made for a comfortable home, if a bit bigger than he really needed. It had enough room to host the Weasleys though and his friends so he quickly came to terms with the size.
After he moved in, he'd also renovated Grimmauld Place. He'd considered selling the property, but refrained. While Sirius had hated the house, it was the only one Harry could remember him having and just couldn't bare to let that connection to his godfather go. So, instead he'd rented it out to a young wizarding family. Now another family could fill it with happy memories. He thought Sirius would approve.
Hermione grabbed plates and silverware and set a place for both of them at one end of the table. She had just laid down their napkins when Harry came in with the rest of their breakfast. The witch sat down and quickly scooped some scrambled eggs onto her plate as Harry buttered his toast.
They sat eating in silence for a few minutes. "Is this weird?" Harry asked.
"Is what weird?" Hermione responded.
"This. Us. Usually when I start dating someone, I try to get to know them better. I pretty much know everything about you, so where do we start?" Harry asked.
"Well…..you obviously don't know everything about me," she gave him a cheeky smile, and Harry rolled his eyes at her. "I know what you mean though. It feels like we already did all the 'getting to know you' stuff," she said. "but…..I think there's a lot that we've kept from each other. A lot that we could still learn. We can just learn it together."
"Ok, I can manage that. So…..first date?" Harry said looking expectantly at Hermione.
The witch laughed, "Are you asking me if I think we should have one, or are you asking me on a date?"
Harry's cheeks redden. "Would you go out on a date with me?"
"Yes, Harry, I'd love to go on a date with you," the woman replied with a matching blush.
"Tonight?" the wizard asked hopefully.
"Sorry, Harry, I have a meeting tomorrow and need to prepare tonight," she answered.
"Damn," Harry replied, "So, you won't make it to the Burrow tomorrow?"
"No," Hermione sighed. "We have a delegation of werewolves from Turkey visiting. They have very progressive werewolf protection laws there that have been in place for over a century now. They could really end up being a valuable resource for us," she explained. "Please send my love to Molly and Arthur. I hate having to skip another dinner."
"They understand, Mione. They believe in the work you're doing," Harry assured her. Both were quite devoted to the Weasley parents even after their relationships with Ron and Ginny had ended. They'd lost their own families, Harry's during the first war and Hermione's during the second to a particularly strong obliviation. So, they knew first hand never to take family for granted, and often attended more Sunday dinners than the rest of the Weasley children. "Ok, so obviously not tonight or tomorrow. I've got the late shift on Monday and will be sleeping half of Tuesday. How about Wednesday, 6 pm?"
Hermione smiled, "That would be perfect. Should I meet you here?"
"No, I'll pick you up at your flat like a proper gentleman," he responded.
The witch couldn't help but laugh again. He always knew how to make her smile. "It's a date," she confirmed.
They finished the rest of their meal, and Harry sat back with a sigh. "So, do you need to be off now?" he asked.
"Not quite yet," she answered. "Would you be up for another 'lesson' before I leave?" she asked sweetly.
Harry gave her a crooked smile. "I think I can manage that. What do you have in mind?" he asked.
"Oh….maybe a little bondage, dominance and, hopefully, a blindfold," she responded looking at the wizard as if he were a project she was eager to tackle.
"Uh….yeah, I guess so," he responded feeling a combination of lust and apprehension.
Hermione frowned for a moment. "Oh, Harry, I'm sorry!" she exclaimed. "I didn't even ask you if you even liked what we did last night. Did you? Was it too much? It was too much, wasn't it? We really should have talked more last night. Oh my God, I didn't even tell you about safe words. I'm so sorry, Harry."
Harry reached over and took her hand. "Hermione, it's fine. I'm fine. Last night was fine. It was more than fine, it was bloody brilliant. You were perfect, Mione," he said gently.
The witch let out a deep breath she didn't know she'd been holding. "Sorry," she said sheepishly. "I've been told I come on too strong before. I just don't want to scare you away."
"You won't, Mione. I promise," Harry responded earnestly. "You could never scare me away. I've been waiting for this chance for what feels like forever. I'm not about to toss that away. Besides, I just discovered you're a bloody awesome lay, and I'd be insane to let you go."
A laugh erupted from the woman and she smacked the man with her free had. "Harry!" she gasped in mock horror. "Such language! Honestly, though, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself last night."
"Yeah, I really did. I always thought that sort of thing would be a distraction to sex. Something that bored couples and old men with….problems would have to use to get it going." The wizard frowned. "But it wasn't, it wasn't at all. It just made everything better, more exciting, more satisfying," he explained. "What's a safe word?"
"Oh, it's a signal to your partner that you can use if things get overwhelming or painful in an unpleasant way and such. Some people like to use their own personal safe word. I prefer the traffic light system. It's easy to follow and allows for a lot more insight into your partner's experience during a scene without stopping things all together. Green means go, of course. It means you like what is happening. Yellow means slow down. It can mean that you are getting close to your limit or are uncomfortable, and red means stop. It stops everything," she explained. "I like to check in with my partners from time to time, by asking what color they are at."
"Ok, so do I have to wait for you to ask?" he enquired.
"No, I mean, you don't want to be yelling green the entire time, but if you feel the need, call out yellow or red," she answered.
"Isn't it awkward to just stop everything?" he pressed.
"Sometimes, but that doesn't matter," she said. "It's all about trust. You have to trust me to take care of you, but I also need to trust that you will tell me if things go too far. I'd never want to actually harm you, Harry," she confessed, giving his hand a squeeze.
"Have you ever done it? Stopped everything before they were….finished?" Harry said with a slight blush.
"Yes, a few times. It's bound to happen at some point, and it's nothing to be ashamed of. I once had a panic attack during a scene. Sometimes, the war creeps up on me, and it did this time. So, I called red and everything stopped. The person I was with was very supportive and helped me through the attack. I was quite lucky that they loved aftercare. I was pampered for the rest of the night," she remembered fondly.
"So, you wouldn't be upset if I didn't want to do something or wanted to stop once we started," Harry said. He wanted to be absolutely sure. He hadn't lied, he didn't want to mess this up.
"Of course, not!" Hermione exclaimed. "I'd be upset if you didn't tell me. As I said, trust and communication are key."
"Alright then," he said. "Tie me up. I'm ready to try something new."
A wide smile spread across Hermione's face. "Oh, Harry. The things I'm going to do to you."
Harry found himself once more naked and bound to his bed. This time he'd been pulled spread eagle with his wrists and ankles each tied to one corner of the bed. A blindfold covered his eyes. He could hear Hermione in the room but wasn't quite sure where she was. He tried to listen for her, but couldn't hear over the thumping of his heart.
Then he felt her. A gentle hand gliding up the inside of his thigh. "Fuck," he breathed. The hand disappeared before it reached his cock and reappeared on his lower abdomen making its way up his body. His skin had never felt so sensitive. The hand reached his throat and moved up to gently cup the side of his face.
"What color are you at, Harry?" she asked.
"Green," he responded.
"Good boy," she purred and he almost groaned at her words. Since when did I find that a turn on? He thought. Suddenly Hermione's lips were pressed against his, and he kissed her eagerly. She pulled away far too early for his liking. He lifted his head towards her chasing her lips to no avail.
"Patience, Harry," Hermione cooed. "I'll make sure you are well cared for," she promised. He dropped his head back onto the pillows and tried to get his breathing under control.
Hermione smiled down at the bound man. The sight of him making her wet. He was all hard lines and muscles. She'd dreamed of this moment for so long and wanted to savor every second. Once again she perused his form with her hands. She ran them down his chest and tweaked his nipples which caused him to gasp deliciously. He was much more sensitive than she thought he'd be.
She slid her hands down the top of his thighs this time and then back up the inner thigh. Again, she avoided his cock that was steadily rising. She smirked and curled her fingers to lightly scratch his chest and then the tops of his thighs once more. She made the circuit one more time until the wizard's manhood was fully erect.
Hermione licked her lips, eager to taste him. She straddled one of his thighs and lowered herself. Harry gasped at the feel of her naked cunt against his leg. "What color are you at, Harry?" she purred. This was all new to him, and she wanted to make sure he was still okay. Well, that and it was a bit of a turn on to hear that her skills were being appreciated.
"Green, so green, Hermione please…please, I need," he panted. Hermione ground herself against his thigh, rocking to give her clit some much needed friction.
"What, Harry? What do you need," she questioned as she rubbed herself against him, allowing pleasured moans and sighs to slip from her lips.
"You," the man moaned. "I need you to touch me. Please!" he begged.
"But, I am touching you," she teased, her pussy coating his thigh with her arousal.
"Please, Hermione!" he pleaded. "I need more!"
"Then say it, Harry. Tell me what you want, tell me what you need," she encouraged.
The man groaned, "I need you to touch my cock."
"Mmmmm, there you go. Good boy," the woman praised, and Harry's cock twitched. Hermione lightly ran her finger tips over his shaft.
"God, yes!" Harry shouted at the contact. She continued to tease for a few more moments though. Lightly touching his manhood until he was certain he would go mad. Then he felt an odd sensation. The woman lightly held his cock upright, and it somehow felt warmer despite the minimal contact.
After positioning him, Hermione had opened her mouth wide and lowered it over his manhood. She took him down as far as she could while still touching him as little as possible. She then lifted her eyes to gage his reaction, then closed her mouth and hollowed her cheeks.
"Fuck!" Harry cried out in surprise at the unexpected pleasure. He couldn't figure out how the witch tormenting him had managed to wrap her lips around the base of his cock without him feeling it enter her mouth. He felt her swallow around the head of his prick, and he instinctively bucked upward. He was about to apologize, but Hermione just moaned as his cock was shoved further down her throat and rubbed herself harder against him.
She held him there for a few glorious moments before she lifted up to catch her breath. She didn't dally long before her mouth was upon him again. She bobbed her head in time with her own movements. She ground herself harder and faster, bringing herself closer to orgasm. She reached down and lightly ran her fingertips and nails along his balls, while her other hand firmly grasped the base of his cock. The sensation was wild. The contrast between the intensity of the talented mouth and tongue on his cock with the delicate treatment of his balls was mind blowing.
Harry could feel every moan and little sound she made as it vibrated around his manhood. "God, Hermione!" he called out. "I'm almost, oh god. I-I can't.
The witch briefly lifted her mouth from him, using her hand to keep up her rhythm. "You don't need to stop it, Harry," she encouraged, her voice husky from her own arousal. "Just let it happen, Harry. I want to taste you so badly. Let me taste you, Harry," she begged. "I want to taste you while I cum," she confessed as she lowered her head once more.
The tempo increased from there. Hermione chasing her orgasm, determined to bring Harry along with her. She felt her pussy start to tingle, the sensation spread down her thighs and she knew she was almost there. She ground herself just a little harder and her cunt started to pulse and she felt herself gush over Harry's thigh.
Harry felt Hermione let out a deep guttural moan that sent vibrations through his cock. He then felt a wetness flowing from the woman's hot cunt. Did she just…he briefly thought before the idea of his witch gushing over him, and her vigorous handling of his manhood sent him over the edge. He cried out as he drained his balls down her throat.
Eventually, Hermione slowed to a stop after she had wrung out every last bit of pleasure from the both of them. She reached over and grabbed her wand. She shut the drapes and turned out the lights. Then removed his blindfold with a quick flick of her wand. He blinked slowly, allowing his eyes to adjust. Hermione watched him avidly. Once he could see well enough she looked straight into his eyes as she lowered her head once more to gently lick him clean. She then moved lower to clean his balls and thighs of her own essence as well.
If he wasn't so thoroughly spent, he would have been rock hard at the sight. As it was he relaxed in his bindings and allowed the witch to continue cleaning him with her tongue. Once she was done, she grabbed her wand once more and released him from the bed. "How was that?" she asked with a smirk.
"Bloody brilliant," he responded. He would have said more, but he couldn't quite think straight at the moment.
She moved to gently rub his ankles and then moved up to do the same with is wrists. "Are you feeling any discomfort?" she asked as she tended to him.
"No, I'm fine, Mione," he assured her. He reached out bringing her closer so he could hold her. "That was amazing. I don't even know how to begin to repay you for that experience."
Hermione smiled. "I think I can come up with something," she said. "But for now, I'll be happy to accept cheesecake for payment."
Harry laughed, remembering the dessert they never got to the night before. "That I can definitely do," he said, snuggling closer to her. Happy to revel in her warmth for a few more minutes.
Hermione was nervous. Which was silly, ridiculous even, but she was. She'd escaped to the bathroom to "freshen up" once they'd returned to her flat. Obviously sex didn't frighten her. She loved it. She was adventurous and energetic, but suddenly she felt inexplicably shy.
Harry was romantic. The whole bloody date proved that if nothing else. What on earth possessed her to ask him to make love? She had only "made love" to one other man and that had been, what, four, five years ago? What if she disappointed him? What if she wasn't "soft" enough? What if…. She shook her head and looked at herself in the mirror. You can do this, she told herself as she smoothed the short pale pink nightgown she'd donned. It was simple, almost plain, but it was silky and hugged her in all the right spots, made her feel beautiful. She took one more deep breath and left the bathroom.
She found Harry barefoot and shirtless sitting on the foot of her bed waiting. He stood as soon as he caught sight of her. She looked like an angel, he thought. He reached for her, one hand caressing her cheek as the other found the small of her back. He pressed her tight against him, kissing her soundly. He felt her tremble and pulled back. "Are you ok?" he asked. Seeing hesitation in her eyes, he added, "We don't have to do anything tonight, Mione. That's not why I'm with you. I know tonight was emotional, and I'm sure you're a bit overwhelmed."
Hermione lowered her eyes, "It's not that, Harry. I want to be with you, but I feel a little out of my depth."
The wizard frowned. He put a finger under her chin and lifted her face so that her eyes met his once more. "What do you mean," he asked.
The woman sighed. "I'm afraid I'm rather rusty at making love, Harry. It's been a while," she confessed.
Harry grinned. "Don't worry, Mione. I remember how it goes. Let me take the lead this time," he said.
His words made Hermione's heart flutter and the butterflies in her stomach were in a frenzy. "I think I can handle that," she said demurely. It had also been a while since she'd given control to someone else, but there was no one she trusted more.
Harry kissed her gently, allowing their tongues to slowly caress each other. He soon left her mouth skimming his lips down her neck, nipping and tasting her along the way. Hermione's head fell back with a breathy sigh as she gave herself up to him.
The wizard's cock throbbed painfully at the sound of her surrender. He reached down for the hem of her nightgown, pulling it up as he ran his hands up her sides. She lifted her arms so he could remove the garment and get an unobstructed view of her in only her small lace knickers. "So beautiful," he whispered before kissing her shoulder. He'd yet to explore her fully, but this time he was free to look, taste and feel to his heart's content, and he had every intention of taking full advantage of that.
He hooked his fingers into her knickers and pushed them down until they fell to her ankles. Hermione let out a startled gasp as he swept her into his arms and lay her gently on the bed. He stared down at her, taking in her curves. He noticed the blush on his witch's face and grinned. He reached down and unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his trousers. He let them fall to the floor bringing his boxers down with them. Harry crawled onto the bed and reclined next the witch.
Merlin, she's perfect, he thought as he brought a hand to her neck and lightly brushed it down her body. The woman arched into his touch. So, bloody perfect. He took his time; his fingers traced her breasts and tweaked her nipples. They slid along her nether lips and dipped lightly inside to test her arousal. Harry smiled at the moisture he found.
The wizard leaned over, capturing one taught nipple in his mouth. He twirled his tongue around it, eliciting a moan from the witch below. He did the same for the other nipple, lavishing attention on it. Meanwhile, his hands gently roamed her plains and curves. He savored the softness of her skin. He mapped out the woman he loved with his mouth and hands. Harry dipped his tongue into her bellybutton which caused Hermione to giggle.
He grinned. "Ticklish?" he asked. She nodded in confirmation. He gave her one more teasing lick to draw out a few more giggles before he moved on. He knew the occasional tickle was fine, but knew Hermione wasn't a fan when it was prolonged. She'd once confided that she found such experiences uncomfortably painful.
The wizard moved on with his exploration. He ran his hand down to her mound, lightly palming her pussy, but not stimulating it. Hermione was finding the whole experience to be sensual and arousing. She felt as if Harry was slowly teasing each part of her awake. Opening the way for further sensation. It was like being bathed in love.
She relaxed into the experience, letting Harry explore her as he saw fit. His hands swept down her legs as he kissed the inside of her thigh. Having him so close to her center caused the witch to moan and arch up into him. He chuckled and kissed the inside of her knee instead of moving closer to where she wanted him. He soothed her heated skin with is hands. They caressed, gently grabbed and maneuvered.
Again, Hermione relaxed into the exploration. Harry was incredibly thorough. He flipped her over to have better access to the other half of her. He kissed and lightly massaged her back, hands dipping ever lower. He manhandled her bum, the movement tugging at her heated pussy. She felt one hand slowly slide lower. It traveled down the cleft of her ass and down towards her center.
She let out a low guttural moan when the man atop her reached her pussy lips. He moved her thighs farther apart to open her to his ministrations. He wedged his hand between her legs. It took no more than light pressure, before her lips opened and Harry encountered her hot, wet cunt. They both groaned at the contact. He moved his hand through her folds and brought a finger up to slowly rub her clit. Hermione gasped at the contact.
"Harry," the word slipped from her lips in a soft plea. The wizard pulled his hand back slightly to change its position. When he slid back, his thumb strummed the witch's clit while two fingers entered her from behind. She uttered a deep sigh of relief as his fingers filled her. He slowly withdrew them and eased them back in.
It wasn't long before the witch started to raise her hips and rock back into his fingers. Harry was mesmerized as he watched that shapely, tight ass lift and move. He palmed one of her cheeks with his free hand. Which only caused more moans to fall from the witch's lips. He only managed a moment more before he removed his fingers and deftly flipped her over onto her back.
He dropped between her spread thighs and lowered his mouth to her quim. Hermione let out a strangled gasp of surprise as he started to lap and lave her pussy with attention. Harry loved her taste. He'd imagined it for years. Every time he was with a woman, he could never stop thinking about Hermione. Wondering if she'd be sweet or salty, tart or sour. Would she need to be coaxed into reacting or need the full force of his attention to get a reaction? The reality was more intoxicating than he'd ever imagined. She was tart with a touch of sweetness. Already he craved it. So, he wasted no time as his tongue thoroughly explored her sex in a way that he hadn't been able to during their first encounter.
He was patient. He skillfully brought her to the edge over and over, only to ease her back. It left her needy instead of desperate. This wasn't a tactic Hermione was used to. Mind you, she'd been edged many times, but never had it felt quite so exciting without being….painful. There was definitely a time and place for such experiences, but this felt…….beautiful, like she was rising and falling on a sea of ecstasy.
Harry finally pulled away, leaving one last kiss on her pussy, as he started to kiss and nip his way back up her body until he reached her lips. Hermione eagerly opened her mouth to him. Again, they were sharing a mind-bendingly slow, sensuous kiss. It deepened as they both tried to convey what they felt for each other through it.
Harry reached down to position himself at her entrance. He slowly slid into the witch below him, capturing her moan with his lips. She was tight, wet and glorious. She wrapped her legs around him urging him to move. His love making was as slow as the assault with his tongue had been. When he didn't have his lips pressed to hers, he rested his forehead on her shoulder and whispered words of love. Hermione was again rising and falling on the sea. Their bodies moving in time.
She didn't know what was more overwhelming, the reality of the pleasure she was receiving or the litany of words that fell from the wizard's lips. "I love you, Hermione. You're beyond perfect. You feel so good wrapped around me. You're so beautiful. I'm so proud of you. I've waited so long for you. I'm so happy, Hermione. You make me so happy."
Hermione had tears in her eyes as she grasped desperately to Harry. As if sensing that the time had come, the wizard increased his speed only slightly and brought a hand down between their bodies. "Oh, Hermione, so beautiful, so bloody brilliant. I'm gonna cum in you, love. Come with me. You feel so good around me. Cum with me, Hermione," he begged.
Hermione tipped over the edge with Harry's hard cock moving within her, his nimble fingers stroking her clit and his words of love in her ear. She cried out his name as her orgasm swept through her body. "Oh, Mione, I love you! You feel so good cumming on my cock, love," he praised. "So hot, so tight, so bloody perfect!" The witch could feel his member throb inside her as Harry too reached his peak.
They both took a moment to catch their breath before Harry kissed Hermione's forehead and rolled off of her. Hermione was left staring at the ceiling. "Damn," she said and Harry chuckled.
"Is that your seal of approval, Mione?" he asked.
Hermione laughed, "yes, definitely." She rolled over to look at the wizard beside her. "That was amazing, Harry. Thank you, " she said as a few tears slipped from her eyes.
Harry reached out and wiped away a tear with his thumb. "Hey, what's this?" he said gently looking concerned.
"No worries, Harry. They're happy tears I promise," she said with a smile and leaned in to kiss the man once more.
"Ok, I know it was a lot for one day…." Harry started.
"No, Harry, tonight was….I don't even know how to begin to tell you how wonderful it was. Tonight was perfect, the flowers, the meal, seeing the Sotos again, the lovemaking……it was all so perfect," she assured him. "Will you stay the night?" she asked.
"I'd like to, if that wouldn't be too much. I don't want to crowd you, Mione," he said.
"Please stay. I could go for some cuddles," she responded snuggling into him.
"No problem, Mione. I'm an excellent cuddler," Harry said with a bright smile.