Dramione || Hermione's Big News
Hermione hadn’t been able to help the way the creamy apples of her cheeks had flushed a rosy pink when she had spoken of the tryst she and Draco had shared the other day; it didn’t matter that they had been intimate with one another countless times in the past—she still sometimes felt as if she was a blushing little virgin of a Witch when she was with Draco, especially when she was trying to go about initiating sex between the two of them. To her relief, Draco seemed just as affected by her words as she had been hoping he would, and it wasn’t but a moment after she had spoken that her fiance was surging forwards, pressing her up against the nearest wall as one of his deliciously crooked grins stretched across his rose-tinged lips. Merlin, they were a bit like sex-crazed teenagers when it came to one another, weren’t they? They could hardly even go five bloody minutes without touching, especially when they had the house to their selves, and what with how unbalanced and out of control Hermione’s hormones had been as of late…
Well, it was safe to say that Draco had taken her everywhere.
A startled little gasp of a breath flew past Hermione’s lips as her lover pinned her against the wall, using his body to hold her in place. It wasn’t long after he had effectively trapped her that he was sliding one of his hands between her thighs, which parted immediately for him—as if on demand. And then he was cupping the wet heat of her pussy in one of his slender and skilled hands, and Hermione’s head tipped back against the wall she was pressed up against, her lips parting on a soft moan. She whimpered as Draco began to rub her pussy through her trousers; he knew that it didn’t take much at all to get her worked up, and already she could feel the hot and sticky proof of her arousal dripping out of her cunt and soiling the lacy knickers she had chosen to wear today. She was so sensitive, and so receptive to Draco’s touch, that it didn’t matter that there was a layer of clothing keeping them separated—they both knew from experience that she could easily come just like this.
Merlin, she…she was quite the shameless little tart when it came to Draco, wasn’t she?
His lips were soft and heated against her ear as he spoke, and Hermione’s breath caught in her throat as his sinful words registered in her hazy mind. She remembered yesterday morning with the utmost clarity, and thinking about it now was enough to have her hips snapping forward, and then…and then she was humping Draco’s hand, whimpering desperately as she struggled to get him right where she needed him most. “Mmm…mmm…Draco…” she moaned his name, shaky hands clutching onto his shoulders and digging into his taut skin as her hips rolled and canted in response to his touch. The friction of her now soiled knickers rubbing up against her sticky cunt was almost too much for Hermione to bear, and she wanted—needed, even—more.
"Every time you—ngh—every time you make me come while we’re in the shower, Draco, you practically undo me," Hermione murmured breathlessly, her delicate features contorting themselves into a pleasured grimace as she struggled to hump his hand, clutching desperately at his shoulders. She was soaking wet at this point, and she knew that he would be able to feel the wet heat of her against his hand—even through the thin layers of clothing that kept them separated.
"Draco…Draco, love, I’m so—I’m so wet for you," Hermione whimpered, writhing on his hand and against the wall as she gasped and used her body to beg for more, more, more. "I want…I want you to lick me, Draco, please. I want—I want your tongue inside of my…inside of my pussy."
It was really no secret at all that Draco and Hermione had quite the active sex life. Hell, some might even go as far as to claim that it was a bit too active...but really, at the end of the day neither one of them could help themselves when it came to the other. They had both spent years suppressing desire and feigning a platonic relationship, and the moment when they had both finally succumbed to desire and collided, there was no looking back. Draco's body craved Hermione's--he was hungry and lusty for her in a way that he had never even been able to fathom another human being. He could spend all day and night fucking her senseless--he could lick her from head to toe; could tie her up and watch the delicious expressions on her face as he pleasured her pussy. Draco could do anything and everything to his lover, and he knew she would respond just as positively as he did. He knew, at the root of it all, that Granger craved him just as fiercely as he did her.
Perhaps that was why they had such an active sex life, then. Because they were both complete and utter nymphomaniacs when it came to one another.
As expected, Hermione moaned and began to grind herself against Draco's hand. It didn't take a fool to figure out what it was she wanted--the moment his hand had slid between her thighs to cup her sensitive heat with his slender, capable hand, she had nearly come undone. It didn't matter that he was rubbing her through the material of her knickers and trousers--she was so bloody responsive to his touch that he could get away with simply dragging his finger across her collarbone and it would be enough to have her dripping wet for him. A sly, smug grin worked its way across Draco's pale features as she responded positively to his ministrations, and in doing so he dragged a finger up and down the seam of her trousers--teasing her, so to speak.
He knew within seconds she'd be begging for his touch--for his cock, for his fingers (or fist), for his mouth. Whatever it was she wanted, he'd be certain to give it to her.
He was rather shameless when it came to Granger, actually.
"I take pleasure in unraveling you, Granger," He murmured, pressing his bulging erection against the trouser-clad form of her inner thigh. He absentmindedly ground himself against her, licking and sucking along the vulnerable expanse of her collarbone. He pulled away only when Granger begged for him to lick her. So that was how it was going to be, was it?
"Anything you want," He said, his voice husky. Smirking at his fiancee and with grey eyes that shimmered with lust, Draco sunk to his knees.
Within moments, his face was buried between her thighs.