Harry unlocked the door and stepped off the cool, lamplit street and into the foyer of the townhouse. Warm lighting suffused the entrance hall, illuminating the wood panelling and pale tiled floor. He hung his coat on a peg as Hermione stepped in, closing the door behind them. She removed her long coat and sat on the padded bench to rub her ankles. Harry knelt down in front of her and removed her strappy heels, gently massaging the ball of her foot, his gaze fixed on her stocking-clad legs.
"You're not still annoyed with me, are you?" she asked playfully, a smile curving the corners of her mouth.
He didn't look up from the sheer material. "It was embarrassing."
Her face softened. "Oh Harry, I am sorry, I didn't mean to let it slip!" She cupped his face in her hands, turning it up to hers, and leant down to kiss him softly on the lips. "You really shouldn't be embarrassed either. Plenty of men enjoy being tied up by their partners."
Harry rolled his eyes and stood up. In truth he had gotten over the initial embarrassment very quickly, he just liked dragging it out to tease her. It had certainly all been forgotten when Hannah had attempted to even things out by blurting out that Neville liked a finger up the bum. Harry made a mental note not to take wine as a gift the next time they went over for dinner. Or at least, only take one bottle.
He reached out and pulled Hermione to her feet. She stretched onto her toes to link her arms behind his neck, her short dress riding up as she did, revealing the lacy hem of her stockings against her pale thighs. Their noses were almost touching. He could smell her breath, slightly sweet from the wine and beckoning him to claim her lips.
"Is that so?" he replied. "And what about how you like it when I pull your hair? Or that it makes you wet when I whisper what a good girl you are?" His voice was low, his eyes locked on hers. "Are they perfectly normal things I can share at dinner parties?"
She squirmed against him. They had trouble keeping their hands off each other at the best of times, but with the wine, pressed against one another, and his matter-of-fact talk of her naughty pleasures she was already aching for him.
She drew closer, her lips almost brushing against his as she spoke. "You're right, I was very bad. How can I make it up to you?"
Harry's arm curled around her lower back, pressing them tighter together, while his other hand gently cupped her chin. She slid her fingers between them to stroke the bulge straining at the front of his trousers. "I'll do anything." Her soft words were like a warm breath against his lips.
"Anything?" His voice was husky, eyes almost completely black as he drank her in. She nodded, her chin still loosely held in his strong hands. He turned her head and traced a soft trail from her lips to her ear with his mouth, not kissing, but lightly dragging his lips across her skin. She couldn't suppress the shiver that ran down her body or the heat that flared between her legs.
"I think you deserve to be punished," he whispered into her ear.
Hermione let out an involuntary moan before he took control. He turned her face back towards his and met her lips with ferocity. The building tension of the night spilled from them as they kissed. It was frantic, and passionate, and not enough all at the same time. Her hands wound through Harry's hair and he tugged on her bottom lip with his teeth, causing another spark of pleasure to fizzle through her body.
He walked her back against the wall, pinning her to it with his mouth. His thigh parted her legs and pressed against her sex. The pressure, soft yet firm, made her head fall back against the boards. He took advantage of her exposed neck and planted kisses down her throat and along her collar bone.
He was working her into a frenzy. Pinned as she was she couldn't reach the part of him she desperately wanted and instead ground her aching clit against his thigh as he ravaged her neck. His palm slid down her torso and under the hem of her dress. Pushing aside the soaked lace, Harry's fingers replaced his thigh, working her clit in small, firm circles.
"God, Harry!" she panted, overcome by the sensations that radiated through her body. "If this is… my punishment- ah!- I should be… bad -unnf!- more often"
Harry only grunted, lips still peppering from her shoulder to under her ear. He moved his hand and slid two fingers inside her. Her wetness gave no resistance as he fucked her with his fingers, the heel of his hand still grinding against her needy clit.
It was too much. Hermione could feel the orgasm rushing towards her like a train as she rode his hand, her own still knotted in his hair. "Oh my God! I'm gona- Harry- I'm gona-"
He pulled his hand away.
Her walls clamped futilely on the empty space that his fingers had just occupied. She was so close to release, desperate and wanting, but without him there was nothing to tip her over the edge. She let out a shaky cry.
"Don't stop! I'm so close! Fuck me!"
Harry gave her a mischievous smile, his eyes still dark but glinting. "This is your punishment, darling."
He winked, licked his fingers still wet with her arousal, and strode off down the hall.
Hermione leaned against the wall on shaky legs, her face flushed and her heart hammering. She briefly considered finishing herself off right there in the hall. She was still desperately aroused, but the shock of Harry's statement had brought her back from the quivering edge of release and it would probably take a minute or two to get herself back there. Tugging her dress back down and smoothing her hair, she marched off in the direction he had left.
She found him in the kitchen, leaning on the counter with a drink in hand. He was trying to look casual but his flushed cheeks and still-bulging trousers belied his true feelings. She raised one eyebrow at him and he smirked.
"Want to tell me what that was all about?" she asked. Her annoyance was only half for show. She was wound tight right now but she still wanted him deeply, and it felt quite naughty to be so noticeably turned on while having a normal conversation.
He grinned now. "You said you'd do anything. I think a fitting punishment for spilling my darkest secrets is not being allowed to cum." Harry said matter-of-factly.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Darkest secrets?" she scoffed, "Honestly! I could have told them-"
"You want more punishment?" he interrupted.
She bit her lip. "How long for?" she asked.
"Until I let you," he replied, looking at her from under his brow. She shivered slightly. Why did the thought scare her and appeal to her in equal measure?
Harry and Hermione had never had a plain sex life. In fact, Hermione would say they were very open and experimental. They had sex regularly, communicated freely about what they liked and didn't, and often tried new things they'd heard or read about. They would both say they were extremely satisfied with their sexual relationship. One thing they hadn't tried, though, was… delayed gratification. There had been teasing, and elaborate foreplay, but it always ended with both of them thoroughly spent, sometimes multiple times, before drifting off to sleep. This was something new.
She considered it. She knew that she could trust him, that it was all a game really and it would never continue if they weren't both enjoying it. She also thought she would have little trouble getting him to change his mind and let her cum given the right circumstances.
She held his gaze for a moment longer. "Okay then. Deal."
They turned off the lights and made their way upstairs to bed. There were gentle kisses and flirtatious touches but nothing like their tryst in the hallway from earlier. Hermione rinsed the toothpaste from the sink and returned to their bedroom. Harry was sat up in bed shirtless, his pyjama trousers low on his hips as he read a book by the lamplight. She paused at the door to look at him a little longer. She thought she had cooled down from earlier but seeing him there, the vee-shape of his muscles leading below his waistband, trail of dark hair heading south from his bellybutton, immediately stoked the smouldering embers between her legs into a roaring blaze.
Harry sensed her gaze and looked up. He could immediately tell what was on her mind and smirked inwardly. She was chewing on the edge of her bottom lip, her eyes on him but unfocussed. He could see her peaked nipples pressing against the thin cotton of her vest and he would have bet money on the fact that if her legs weren't crossed there would be a visible wet spot on her shorts. This edging idea was turning out even better than he'd imagined.
He made a show of stretching and yawning before placing his book on the night stand and sliding down beneath the covers. Hermione padded across the room and slipped into bed beside him. They shared a modest kiss and bid each other good night, settling into the pillows.
Harry lay in the dark smiling as he listened to Hermione try to get comfortable. Usually she would be out like a light but tonight she was unusually restless. He thought he might know why. After several minutes he spoke up.
"Everything okay?" He asked, forcing his voice to remain level.
She let out a huff. "I can't settle down, I'm too worked up."
"Maybe I can help?" he supplied as she rolled over to face him. He pulled her into a deep, tender kiss, pressing down from slightly above her on the pillows. Hermione melted into him, a soft moan escaping their joined lips. Her body undulated against him of its own accord, needing little convincing to pick up from where they'd left off earlier. Harry's growing erection was just as keen. This may have been his idea but so far he had also been an unwitting participant in these games.
She deepened their kiss, flicking her tongue across his as her hands delved below his trousers. She felt the velvety skin of his hard shaft against her palm and gripped it firmly, eliciting a grunt from Harry. She worked him slowly in the way she knew he liked, sliding her hand up his length before squeezing tighter at the head and then sliding back down again. His hips worked in time with her hands, rolling against her. He pushed her top up and freed her breasts, nipples already erect. Harry dipped his mouth to her chest, sucking gently on one stiff peak while his fingers pinched the other. She threw her head back and pressed her chest wantonly against his mouth.
Hermione's hand was slick with the arousal leaking from his cock. "I'm close," Harry grunted against her, still pumping into her fist.
"Fuck me, Harry," she begged, voice breathy with need. Separating briefly, she slipped out of her sodden shorts while Harry threw the covers from the bed and discarded his own. He knelt above her, hard and flushed, hair mussed, a picture of lust. Taking her by surprise, he grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her front. He parted her legs and pulled her ass up to meet him, leaving her with her shoulders on the mattress and her rear in the air, presenting all to him.
He paused only briefly to brush the tip of his cock through her wet folds, before he pushed forwards and sheathed himself in her to the hilt. Hermione's fists clenched the sheets and she let out a guttural moan as he filled her, inch after inch. She had needed this. His cock filled her so much more pleasingly than his skilled fingers. She allowed herself a small moment of victory; she knew she could make him break.
Harry set a languid pace, pulling out almost to the very tip before burying himself deep inside her again with a grunt. She rode each thrust in a blissful haze, rocking back to meet him, feeling like she could exist in this moment for eternity if not for her building need for release. His pace steadily increased and he grew more vocal with each impact. His thumb dipped between her spread cheeks and brushed over her asshole. Hermione let out a soft keening sound. That was also something they hadn't done yet but through their experimentation they had discovered that she still enjoyed a little teasing in that area.
Her hands snuck beneath her and she began to rub her clit in time to his pounding against her. That is, until Harry noticed, pulled her arms behind her back and slapped one round ass cheek with a soft admonishment of "Naughty." It mattered not. His pace was relentless now and Hermione knew she would convulse in ecstasy around his cock whether she could touch herself or not. Surrendering to him as she was in this position was more than exciting enough to make up for it.
Harry's thrusting was frantic, the room filled with the sound of their bodies colliding and their mingling cries of pleasure. He leant forwards and wrapped his fist in Hermione's hair, pulling her head back as his other hand dug into the soft flesh of her hips. With a guttural cry he spilled inside her. She felt his heat pooling in her core, leaking out over her clit and knew that she had won. A few firm thrusts as he rode out his climax inside her and she would crash over the edge too.
But the promised release never came. With a monumental effort, Harry remained very still. Hermione's needy, clenching walls milked every last drop from his throbbing cock but without any movement she was left at the edge of release.
"Please!" she begged, grinding herself against his hips to feel some, any fiction against her aching sex. He gripped her hips tightly as he slowly withdrew, the wetness of her arousal still connecting them after his tip sprung free.
"I didn't say so yet," he replied, breathless but calm in the face of her desperation.
Hermione moaned and collapsed forward onto the bed, rubbing her thighs together to try and ease the white-hot need. Harry put his pyjamas back on while she slowly returned from seconds-from-orgasm to only ridiculously-turned-on, breathing slowly and deeply.
She was so sure he would forget the deal in the heat of the moment. Clearly she had underestimated him. Okay, she thought. Fine, I can do this. I can wait as long as he likes. He'll break long before I do. I will not be beaten by Harry Potter!
With her new resolution, Hermione grabbed her wand off the night stand to clear away the mess and pulled her pyjamas on. She kissed Harry goodnight and settled down to sleep, pointedly ignoring the pulsing between her legs and the fact that her shorts were already beginning to soak through again.
Eleven thirty. How was it only eleven thirty?
Hermione shook her head and focused on the parchment in front of her once more. This morning had been dragging on for eternity and proposals for Goblin legislation amendments weren't the best for capturing one's attention.
She'd managed the morning just fine, if only with a slightly colder shower than usual. To her annoyance Harry went about his routine as if nothing were amiss, but then, he had gone to sleep satisfied. They kissed before stepping into the floo, so as to avoid kissing in the atrium and inviting looks, and headed to their respective departments as they'd done a hundred times before.
But, much as she might deny it, Hermione was tense. She'd already chewed the ends off two quills and had to place a book between her knees to stop herself rhythmically squeezing her thighs together. It would have been far more manageable if she didn't keep replaying the previous night in her head too.
Her office door swung open and she jumped, the book thumping to the floor. She looked up indignantly at whoever it was that would enter without knocking or giving her secretary a chance to announce them, but stopped when she met his green eyes. Of course it was him.
"Hey, not busy are you?" Harry said cheerfully, looking over the mound of parchment that littered her desk.
"Always," Hermione replied, looking at him with suspicion. "To what do I owe this pleasure?".
He sat on the edge of the desk, shifting yet another pile of papers. "I thought we could get some lunch?"
She was sure he was up to something, but lunch would be a welcome distraction from her mundane task and wandering thoughts. "Oh, okay." Hermione stood up and stretched, watching from the corner of her eye as Harry's eyes raked up and down her taught form. "What would you like to do?"
He stood up, his look at once predatory. "I felt like eating out."
With one fluid motion he swept the entire contents of her desk onto the floor. Hermione was about to protest but a flick of his wrist had the parchment gliding into neat stacks against the wall as he closed the distance between them.
A hand around her waist pulled him tight to her while the other grazed her neck as his lips met hers. It was intense, as though they hadn't been together in weeks, and his passion immediately ignited hers. All morning she had been thinking about his lips, his hands, his cock and now they were here she was wholly unprepared.
Her hands found the front of his shirt and gripped tight as her hair-trigger libido flared. He guided them around, still locked to her lips, until the back of her thighs bumped against the side of the desk. With gentle pressure he sat her down on it, hands now in her hair as her own explored the expanse of his back.
Harry continued pressing forward and she slowly lay back on the desk. He crawled on top of her, his lips never leaving her skin as they trailed along her jaw and down her neck. He knew all her buttons, all her triggers, and was hitting every one as he moved across her collar.
Hermione was lost in the sensation, right back where she had been in the hallway, right back in their bed with him thrusting into her from behind. Twelve hours since he had teased and edged her so cruelly and yet in thirty seconds she yearned for his length again.
Her blouse popped open as he trailed kisses between her breasts, his hands lagging behind to tease her erect nipples through the thin lace of her bra. Her heels were on the desk now, knees spread either side of Harry's torso as he sank lower. Her skirt had already ridden up over her hips, presenting him with a view he never grew tired of.
He hooked his fingers into the waist of her panties and slid them down her thighs, peeling them off her wet sex as they went. Tossing them aside, he turned his head and planted a soft, oh-so-gentle kiss on the inside of her knee. A moment later, another one three inches higher on her inner thigh.
Hermione gasped as he traced a burning trail of kisses closer and closer to her core. "Harry-" she said breathlessly, some part of her mind still clinging to the fact that they were in her office and she was draped over her own desk.
"Shhhhh," he replied, followed by another kiss barely a hands width from where she desperately wanted him. She gave in. It was too good, workplace decorum be damned. Every kiss wound her tighter and she thought she might explode the moment he reached his target. Only one kiss to go now, the next one would be it.
He started at her other knee. Hermione moaned in frustration but squirmed as the sensations began anew. The second trail seemed to take even longer and she was sure she was leaving a puddle on her desk by the time his lips grazed the crease where her thigh met her sex.
She was a quivering mess and knew what was coming next. Harry had always been extraordinarily skilled with his tongue, something to do with being a parselmouth no doubt, and could bring her to climax in a matter of minutes. It was almost frightening to think what he might be able to do when deliberately avoiding it.
She felt his hot breath against her folds and thumped her head back on the desk. With agonising slowness he dragged his tongue, wide and flat, from her entrance, up her slit and over her aching clit. A guttural moan tore from her throat. It was perfect agony. Any firmer or faster and she would have climaxed then and there, but this was just enough to take her to the edge.
His tongue ravaged her a second time, ending with Harry gently sucking on her clit as she moaned again, hands clenched in his hair. He moved lower and she felt his tongue penetrate her, fucking her. She lost track of time as he swirled through her folds, teasing her clit, granting her every sensation but the much-needed release.
"Please Harry," she gasped. "I need to cum. Make me cum."
His tongue enveloped her one last time before he stood up, face sopping wet. "Not yet," he panted.
Hermione went limp on the desk and groaned, trying to bring her heart rate back under control. Damn this deal.
After several minutes she sat up. Harry had cleaned off his face but still looked decidedly ruffled. She could only guess how she must look, writhing as she had been for the last half hour, but probably worse. She tugged her skirt down and buttoned her blouse before trying to smooth her hair.
Harry picked up her discarded panties and she held out her hand for them. He paused, then slipped them into his pocket with a wink. Hermione blushed furiously but said nothing.
"Anyway, lots to do," he said, cheery tone back in his voice. "Thanks for lunch." Hermione blushed again. He leaned in and kissed her. He tasted of her. "See you at home." With another wink he turned and strode from the room, leaving the door wide open.
Hermione settled herself behind her desk and summoned the papers once more, shifting slightly as her now bare sex, still wet from his tongue, pressed into the seat.
A movement caught her eye and she looked up to see her secretary peering through the open door, pink faced and smirking. With a flick of her wrist, the door slammed shut.
Hermione unlocked the door and stepped into their home. She'd been warring with herself all afternoon about whether to stay late and avoid her mischievous husband or leave early and leap on him. The latter had won out.
It was one of the least productive days she could remember having, and all because her mind was consumed with the need he had left her in. She could have taken care of herself at any point, and seriously considered it, but that would be dishonest. And in truth, she liked it. She hated it a fair amount too, but she felt as though every sensation was heightened, like her senses were turned up to eleven. She felt naughty, and sexy, and knew that Harry would be thinking of her all day just as she was him.
She found him in the kitchen, reading a book at the table. He'd removed his jacket and his sleeves were half-rolled, tight over his muscled forearms. Her eyes roved up those arms, across his broad shoulders, past the stubble over his jaw and met his piercing eyes.
"Good day?" he asked, a smirk turning the corners of his mouth.
"Shut up," she replied, dropping her bag and rushing over to him. He pushed his chair back and she immediately straddled him, capturing his face in her hands and bringing their lips together. Harry's hands cupped her ass and she deepened their kiss, exploring him with her tongue. She ground her hips against his lap, her underwear still missing since their lunch date, while her fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. Her hands moved lower, exposing more of his chest and it's dusting of dark hair. He nibbled on her neck below her ear as her palms moved across his body.
She was drunk on the feel of him, the smell of him – the mix of cologne and his own scent of wood and citrus. His strong hands cupped her ass again and squeezed as he lifted them both out of the chair. He carried them across the kitchen and pinned her against the wall. No longer on his lap, she had lost the heavenly friction between her legs and mewled against his lips.
To her surprise, he dropped her back onto her feet, trapping her between him and the wall at her back. She looked at him questioningly, chest rising and falling from their exertion, as he dug in his pocket.
"I picked something up on my way back," he said, pulling something from his jeans. It was a U-shaped rubbery device with a large bulb at one end and a small bulb at the other, connected by a flexible shaft.
Hermione wasn't stupid, she could recognise a sex toy when she saw one, but this particular device was unfamiliar. Before she could ask, he spun her around and pressed her against the wall, flaring her passion once again.
He brushed her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. The hand holding the toy snaked down her body and under the hem of her skirt. She parted her legs expectantly.
The wide end of the toy swept through her folds, coating it in her arousal. With little resistance, it slipped inside her and pressed gently against her g-spot. Hermione bit her lip and clenched around it while Harry settled the smaller end against her clit. She wriggled slightly. It felt nice, but there was very little friction or contact. It certainly wasn't going to help with her predicament.
He reached into his other pocket and she heard a small click. Her knees buckled as the device began vibrating against her clit and g-spot simultaneously. She would have fallen completely had Harry not caught her.
She pushed her hips back against him, her palms flat on the wall as the toy overwhelmed her senses. Pleasure was radiating from between her legs to the tips of her fingers and toes and her breath came in ragged gasps.
"I thought you'd like it," he whispered in her ear. His hot breath against the shell of her ear made her croon. She was getting close now. The incessant buzzing was pushing her towards release at a rapid pace.
Harry listened to her breathing, the gasps, moans and shudders through her body. He had never paid as much attention to anything in his life as he did when he was pleasuring Hermione. He was, he didn't mind admitting, an expert. Her breathing caught and all her muscles tensed.
Click. The vibration stopped.
Hermione sagged against the wall, panting. She was expecting it now but that didn't make it any easier. "You're very mean, you know," she said between breaths.
"A deal is a deal," he replied, still close behind her. He leant in and whispered "And I know you love it." He spun her around and resumed their frenzied kissing, another click triggering the toy inside her once more.
Sensations fought for dominance in her head. His lips against hers, his weight pressed against her, the merciless buzzing against her overwrought pussy. She could do nothing but give in and be swept away by it. Her nails bit into the flesh of his back and she silently prayed this would be the time, only to be denied again as the vibrations stopped. The anticipation was almost as good as the feeling itself and she hid her grin in the crook of his neck.
"I think we might have found a new thing," he said, coyly.
She narrowed her eyes at him but didn't disagree. "I hope you realise every time you do that I think of another way to get you- AH!"
He'd clicked it on again, cutting her off with a wave of pleasure. It was barely on for ten seconds before he had to kill it to stop her climaxing.
"I'm counting on it," he growled. Harry stepped forward and bent low, grasping her around the waist and lifting her so she was slung over his shoulder. He reached up and eased the toy from between her flushed lips, eliciting a soft moan.
"Come on, I'm not done with you," he said. With a smack on her bare ass and a rewarding squeal he carried her from the kitchen.
Harry climbed the stairs with Hermione draped over his shoulder. She had a lovely view of his butt even while hers was still high in the air. He reached their room, kicking the door open, and deposited her on the bed with a muffled thump of pillows. He wasted no time shedding his shirt while she shimmied out of her skirt and pulled off her blouse. She lay there in nothing but a bra and a grin.
He crawled over her and claimed her mouth once more. Their limbs tangled as they fought to touch every part of one another. She sucked on his tongue and twisted her hips, flipping them so that she was now straddling him on the bed. Breaking their kiss, Hermione shuffled further down and popped the button of his jeans. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his jeans and underwear and dragged them down his hips.
Harry's cock sprang free and stood to attention as she freed him of his trousers completely. She gazed at it with a lust that sent his heart rate rocketing as she returned from the foot of the bed. Her hair tickled his thighs as she drew closer until her face was poised above his eager member. She gripped the base with one hand and bent lower, taking the head of his cock into her mouth.
His head snapped backwards and he let out a long, low groan at the warmth and wetness enveloping his cock. Her cheeks caved with the gentle suction and she swept her tongue up the underside of his head. He fought the urge to thrust into her mouth and gripped the sheets instead.
With practiced motions of her hand and mouth she began to bob her head, taking more of him each time. It was exquisite, and Harry's whole consciousness was focussed between his legs, on her lips, her tongue, her hand. She swirled her tongue around the rim of his head and along the slit even while her lips continued to massage his shaft.
"Fuck, Hermione!" he growled, losing the battle to keep his hips still and gently rocking to meet her mouth. The gentle scrape of her nails against his sack seemed to short-circuit his brain and uncontrolled moan escaped his mouth. He could feel the building pressure in his balls and the aching stiffness in his cock that signalled his approaching orgasm. He could almost feel the sensation rushing down his length when, with a pop!, her mouth left his shaft.
His head whipped up and he met her eyes, taking in the smirk. "What? I can't play too?" she asked innocently. She crawled back up the bed, staying low so that his flushed cock slid between her breasts and his eyes rolled back. She brought him back to the moment with a kiss. His eyes were dark and his voice rough. "I want you," he said, his tone brokering no argument. He flipped them again, reclaiming his position atop her, before stepping off the bed. His fingers dug into her soft hips and he dragged her across the covers to the edge of the bed.
Hermione's hair had fanned out around her, giving her a chestnut halo. Her cheeks were pink, her lips slightly swollen from their kissing, and the light picked out gold flecks in her mahogany eyes. Her chest rose and fell, breasts swelling from the top of her bra. His eyes trailed down her stomach, past her bellybutton, to the dark curls covering her mound. She was simply the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
He paused a heartbeat longer to admire her before his lust could be held back no longer. He lifted her legs to rest on his shoulders and ran the tip of his cock through her folds, both of them soaked with their own arousal.
Much as he enjoyed teasing her, he needed to feel her around him. He pushed forward, burying himself in her. It was perfect, and her own sigh and fluttering eyes confirmed her agreement. He held on to her thighs, rocking his hips to bottom-out inside her with each thrust.
Nothing had ever felt as perfect as her, and all he could do was watch and thrust as they both climbed higher towards ecstasy. He dropped one hand to her mound and stroked her clit with his thumb. He felt her clench around his cock in response.
Fucking her in earnest now, his thumb rubbing firm circles on her clit, he could see Hermione coming undone beneath him.
"Harry," she panted, "I… I don't know how much more I can take." She stopped to let out a gasp, rocking her hips in time with his. "I'm so close…"
He moved faster, colliding with the backs of her thighs harder and picked up the pace with his thumb.
"Harry!" she cried, barely holding on.
"Cum for me, Hermione," he said. "Be a good girl and cum for me."
It was all she needed. All she had been hoping to hear for days. The dam inside her that had been overflowing for days, burst. She cried out, shuddering beneath him and thrusting herself harder onto his cock. The orgasm crashed over her in an all-encompassing wave, centred on her sex and pulsing out through her limbs. The bedside lamp exploded as magic flared from her, riding the second and third waves of her release.
Harry felt her pussy spasming around his length and followed her over the edge, spilling himself inside her with each desperate thrust. He dropped her legs and fell forward on top of her, catching himself on his elbows, utterly spent. The moment she felt his body against hers she wrapped her arms tight around him, her legs coming up to link behind his back in a four-limbed embrace.
They stayed like that for some time, breathing heavily, Harry softening inside her. When at last they had returned to Earth, he brushed a loose strand of hair from her forehead and kissed her gently.
"So, I hope you learned your lesson?" he asked.
"Oh, I don't know," she replied coyly, "I might need to go over it a couple more times."
His loins stirred at the thought and she looked up at him through her eyelashes, biting her lip. She pulled his head down, bringing her lips to his ear.
"Next time, it's your turn," she whispered.