This is it guys - the smut you've all been waiting for ;)
As always, nothing is mine but the plot...and filth!
Harry's face felt flushed as their kisses progressed from teasing brushes of lips, to tongues meeting and chasing into the other's mouth, exploring, learning the subtle things each partner liked. Harry's buzzing mind had soon quieted until the only thing he could think about was bringing Hermione joy and pleasure, making her body sing for him, letting her know that he wanted her. Everything narrowed down to Hermione: the way she felt on his lap, the scent of her shampoo, her small hands on his skin, the taste of her tongue in his mouth – it was maddening in the best way.
Within minutes, the kisses grew more heated, and Harry's hands slid a few inches higher, his brain ceasing all function when his fingers did not encounter the band of panties that should have been there. Groaning, Harry tugged on her, grinding her against his erection. She whimpered softly, but Harry noticed the distinct difference from last time, her eyes opened and met his, the iris' barely visible with her expanded pupils.
"No pants?" He whispered.
Hermione bit her lip and shook her head, cheeks darkening. "No."
He grinned and resumed their kiss, hands gliding over more skin until the bunched material of the slip gathered under her breasts. He was tempted to just raise it over the mounds and leave it there, but he wanted to bare all her body to his eyes.
Grabbing the red silk, he lifted it over her breasts and off, dropping it off the side of the bed. Hermione smiled nervously, hands trembling and rising as if to cover herself. Harry gently held them and lowered them down. "Don't hide, you're beautiful."
She blushed and nodded, chewing her lip and raising them back up, but tangling them in his hair and bringing his head back up to continue their kiss. Harry broke it to rain kisses along her neck, down her collarbone and to the top of her breasts.
He ran his tongue across both mounds, trailing it down to a pink nipple and circling it. He flicked the rapidly hardening nub, sucked it into his mouth and bit gently, soothing the hurt with his tongue. Hermione's breathing went from nervous gasps to hard pants, her hands tightening in his hair.
"Harry," she whispered.
He stopped. "What?"
"Don't stop."
Laughing, Harry went back to work, giving each lovely breast the same amount of attention, both nipples wet and shiny. He made to pull away a moment, but the tight grip on his hair yanked him back and he chuckled, continuing as demanded.
His hands joined in, tweaking the nipple he wasn't sucking on, working her into a frenzy as she writhed on him, her wetness soaking through his jeans, the musky scent reaching his nostrils and making him moan.
Harry trailed a hand down her stomach, massaging her thigh, pausing his ministrations when she burst out laughing, the touch tickling her. He inched higher, until his thumbs were rubbing her mound, the skin smooth and hairless. Choking on his tongue, Harry stopped suckling her breast and caught his breath, focusing on not coming before he'd even touched her.
"Harry, is something wrong?"
He looked up and swallowed. "Nope, I just…I wasn't expecting…" He tapped her mound once with his thumb and she went bright red.
"I read that men prefer women to be hairless," she whispered awkwardly.
He laughed. "It's fine, I like it. I just wasn't expecting it is all."
She nodded and wriggled. "Please, Harry."
"What?"
"Touch me."
He groaned and slid his thumb between her slick folds and marvelled at the smooth way his thumb glided over her, at how wet just a few kisses and licks had gotten her. The first thoughts of uncertainty flooded his brain, unsure how best to proceed. His thumb flicked over her clit, the small bud engorged and easy to find, and Harry was shocked by the deep, guttural groan that sounded from her.
Grabbing her hips again, he rolled them, so he laid between her thighs. Unable to resist, he thrust once against her, his clothed erection pressing into her wetness, both of them moaning at the contact. Harry slowed his breathing and moved away, trailing kisses down her body.
"I don't…have you ever done anything like this, 'Mione?" He asked. He knew that she'd never had sex, but it was possible she'd forayed into foreplay before.
Whiskey coloured eyes met his and she shook her head, cheeks flushed. "No, it feels good though."
Harry smiled at her. "Let me know if I do something you dislike, we're both going in blind."
Settling diagonally across the bed, Harry propped Hermione's right leg over his shoulder, and the left one on his bent knee, her legs open and baring all to him. She squeaked, face aflame. Harry gave her a reassuring smile, while his mouth worked soundlessly, unable to produce anything beyond a groan.
She glistened with her juices, her clit engorged and peeking out from under its hood, something Harry was already partially acquainted with and knew she enjoyed having touched. He rested his head on her thigh, his fingers stroking over her pussy, working up the courage to just dive in, to do his best to make this amazing for her.
Hermione moaned, her hands clenching at the covers while he stroked her clit with his thumb again. Harry slid his middle finger inside her, shocked at the tightness that surrounded his digit. His thumb continued working her clit and he checked her face for any signs of discomfort. "Is this okay?"
Hermione nodded vigorously. "Yes!" She gasped. "God yes!"
He pumped his finger slowly and while his thumb continued rubbing her clit. When his arm tired, he propped her leg higher, and moved closer, his mouth hovering just over her. He'd been told women loved this, and despite knowing he'd probably make a pigs ear of it, he thought it worth trying.
Taking a deep breath, his senses overloaded with the scent of her, Harry ran the flat over his tongue along the full length of her pussy, starting from perineum and licking up to her clit. Hermione's body arched off the bed and she cried out, her hands going straight into his hair and gripping the strands so tight he hissed in pain.
"Sorry! Sorry!" She yelped, releasing his hair immediately. "I just…I wasn't…I didn't expect that."
Harry laughed and ran his hand through his hair, massaging his aching scalp. "Probably should have warned you."
"No," she laughed. "There's no need, our first time was always going to be awkward."
Harry nodded and lowered his head back down, running his tongue over her again. The taste was unusual, but not unpleasant. He alternated between running his whole tongue across her and just flicking the tip over her clit. Hermione panted, her breathing growing more erratic until she tugged him away from her.
Harry frowned. "Are you uncomfortable?"
"No, Gods no."
"Then why did you stop me?"
"I wanted to see all of you as well, and it was getting to be a little too much too fast, I don't want it to end just yet."
His frown deepened until he got her meaning and smiled, shifting away long enough to remove his jeans, and at her nod, his boxers. His erection bounced back from under the elastic and wetly slapped against his stomach, the head coated in clear fluid. He couldn't help reaching down and giving himself a couple of strokes, seeing Hermione's eyes widen.
He quickly stopped or their consummation would be short lived, with them having to wait until he recovered- though, admittedly, it would not take long. He laid back down as he was and got back to pleasuring Hermione.
It wasn't long before he felt her thigh muscles begin to shake, her breathing stuttering and her chest flushed. "Harry!" She cried, hands pulling on his hair as she climbed higher towards orgasm.
As cruel as it might be, Harry slowed down until he stopped, denying her the orgasm- for now. He knew their coupling was going to be uncomfortable for Hermione, he wanted to keep the orgasm for when he'd entered her, something to chase the pain away.
Planning ahead, Harry had read as many books as he'd been able to find on sex, making sure he knew the best ways that Hermione may want pleasuring, and how to ensure he hurt her as little as possible. Without the knowledge he'd garnered from those books, this would have been a very disappointing night for his wife.
He'd given a fair amount of thought on how to approach it, unsure of what was best to both hurt Hermione the least and give her the most amount of control. But when he'd gone to lay down and pull her atop him, she had shaken her head and widened her legs in meaning.
He rolled between her legs, giving her a deep kiss and stroking her clit a little more to keep her relaxed. He was unfortunately not allowed to use any sort of contraceptive charms or potions, due to the heir clause of the new law. So, Harry had to pray that Hermione was not ovulating.
Stroking his cock a couple of times, Harry slid the head through her folds using her juices to lubricate himself and positioned himself at her opening. He pressed forward, immediately feeling the resistance of her hymen.
Hermione made a noise of discomfort but didn't stop him. He tried to press in further, slowly, but her face contorted in pain. He felt his erection begin to wilt in the face of hurting her. A small hand worked between them and stroked him, trying to coax him to continue. The hand was foreign given he'd only ever used his own hand, but it felt wonderful at the same time.
"I can take it," she whispered.
Harry slid his hands beneath her back and grasped her shoulders, he covered her mouth with his for a deep kiss. As their tongues met, Harry snapped his hips forward and entered her in one swift move, burying himself in her heat.
He swallowed her cry of pain, peppering his face in kisses and apologising repeatedly for the pain. He stayed completely still, giving her a moment to adjust to the intrusion. Harry kissed away the single tear that had escaped, guilt heavy in his stomach for the pain he had caused her.
He felt muscles squeeze around him, Hermione smiling shyly. He hissed out a breath as he fought down the urge to come. He gave a slow thrust, watching her face contort in pleasure, a soft groan coming from her parted lips. Sweet, merciful Merlin, he was not going to last long. He'd never felt anything like it, nothing on Earth could have prepared him for how amazing this would feel.
Keeping his thrusts long, but slow, he moved his head down and sucked a nipple into his mouth, his teeth toying with the nub. Her breathing quickened, as did his thrusts. Hermione's legs came up and wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into the small of his back, forcing him deeper into her.
Hermione cried out when he gave a harder thrust, his hips snapping faster and faster, driving her higher, revelling in her cries of pleasure, her hair fanned out on their pillows. The snug, wet, heat of her pussy drove him insane, his stomach pooled with heat.
He knew he didn't have long before his orgasm would hit, and he'd be damned if he didn't give Hermione an orgasm before himself. Reaching between them, Harry thumbed her clit, feeling her walls start to flutter, her face flushed, eyes glazed but locked on his.
Her thighs trembled, her muscles squeezed his cock, his thrusts increasing in speed. He pressed harder with his thumb, circling faster. Suddenly, her pussy clamped down on him, and she cried out, Harry's name falling from her lips.
Harry once again slid his hands under her back and pulled her against him, thrusting into her, her muscles still squeezing him. "'Mione!" He cried as his orgasm slammed through him, his seed spurting, filling her.
Hermione sighed into his neck, her body relaxing in his grip as she came down from her orgasm, Harry still spurting weakly inside her. He laid down atop her, slipping out of Hermione and rolling off her, not wanting to crush her under his weight.
He stroked a hand down her cheek. "Are you okay?"
She smiled and nodded. "Yes, a little sore, but nothing I can't deal with."
He frowned at that, not liking her being in pain. "Do you want a potion?"
Hermione shook her head. "No, I'm alright. Look!"
He followed where she pointed, their wedding bands glowing brightly for a moment, then the glow travelled up their arms, sinking into their skin when it reached their hearts. Harry smiled at it, then at Hermione, summoning a washcloth and wiping her down, his heart constricting painfully at the sight of blood.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
Hermione's hand shot out and grabbed his chin. "No, don't spoil this, Harry. Maybe this isn't what we would have chosen without this law, but I…I enjoyed myself. You were wonderful. Please don't ruin this."
He finished cleaning her before he answered, finding his tongue. "You're right, this shouldn't be spoiled. Come on, we should get some sleep."
Harry banished the washcloth, never wanting to see it again after having to clean Hermione's blood off her, the blood he had caused to spill from her. He laid down beside her, half expecting her to turn away. But she surprised him. Hermione curled against his side, laid her head on his chest, and threw her leg over his.
He listened as her breathing evened out, her wild curls tickling his nose until he managed to tamper them down enough they wouldn't wake him. Harry pressed a kiss to her head, his fingers tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Goodnight, 'Mione," he whispered.