7 Ways 7 Days
Here's Day 3 in the 7 Ways in 7 Days series...
Taste of Heaven: Day 3
inell
"Draco, what are you doing?" Hermione asked suspiciously, watching her husband quickly hide something and then look at her with the innocent smile that always told her he was being sneaky. Her first clue had been the fact that he had not joined her in the shower. True, they had shared a long and lazy bath early that afternoon, but she'd needed a shower after he'd decided to have her for dessert, shagging her in the middle of the table after dinner.
When he'd not requested to join her, she had known that he must be up to something. The second clue was the smile on his handsome face. It was his 'I've got a secret and you're going to love it' smile that he always gave her when he was in a playful mood and intended to surprise her in some erotic way that left her exhausted and sated. The third and final clue was that he was acting as if she caught him doing something he shouldn't be doing and definitely hiding something on the bed beside him.
"That was a quick shower," he observed as his gray eyes moved over her wet curls to the soft curves beneath her nightgown before looking into her eyes.
"What's that you're attempting to hide from me, dear husband?" she asked sweetly, giving him a look that let him know he wasn't about to charm his way out of this one.
"I was just doing a little reading while you were in the shower," he remarked casually, rolling his eyes when she put her hands on her hips and gave him a look that let him know he'd been caught. With as much dignity as possible, he withdrew the book from beneath the sheets and showed her.
"That's my book," Hermione smiled slyly as she looked at him, "A little reading, huh?"
"I was bored," he defended, "after all, *someone* didn't ask me to wash their back so what else was I supposed to do while waiting to shag you senseless?"
"*Someone* expected you to invite yourself just like you have all week," Hermione teased as she walked to the bed and sat down. "So, did you read anything interesting?"
"Pshaw," he dismissed the book with a wave of his hand, "I don't need a book to teach me how to make love to my wife. Though the pictures are somewhat arousing. There's a witch in the section on masturbation that looks a bit like you that distracted me for a few moments before I remembered that you are far more beautiful and erotic when you're touching yourself than she could ever dream of being."
"Well, it's too bad you didn't find the book more informative," she sighed dramatically, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she counted down from five. By three, he was speaking.
"Why?"
Resisting the urge to smile smugly, she instead gave him a sexy look, "I was going to suggest that we pick a random chapter and see if we could best it this evening."
"Really?" he drawled lazily, his tongue moving along his lower lip as he winked at her, "I think that sounds like a fun game."
"Hmm…I thought you might," she leaned closer, brushing her lips against his before whispering, "Pick a chapter, Draco."
He smiled wickedly as he retrieved the book, both of them watching as he opened it randomly. Reading the title of the section, his smile turned devilish. Very pleased with the results, he looked at her, his eyes catching hers as he purred, "Oral sex."
"Oh my," she replied somewhat breathlessly, her body heating up just from the look of desire in his pale eyes. She enjoyed oral sex, but Draco loved it. He could spend hours licking and tasting her body until she was consumed by need and lust. She'd have accused him of cheating if she hadn't watched him let the book fall open to that chapter. Of course, it wasn't like she was complaining. Not at all. She loved to tease him and taste him, too, the brunette witch deciding that it was an excellent chapter for the evening.
Draco tossed the book on the floor beside the bed before he sat up and kissed his wife. His tongue traced her lips, his teeth nibbling on her full bottom lip, teasing her until her lips parted. Their tongues met, stroking one another before his entered her mouth and he deepened the kiss. He loved kissing Hermione. During their period of celibacy prior to the wedding, he had spent hours simply kissing her, finding the act as erotic as any of their kinkier activities.
Kissing her while they were both fully clothed could arouse him just as much as having her laid out naked before him. He loved the taste of her, her mouth and her flesh and her juices. Having her in his arms and his lips on various parts of her body was like a little taste of heaven. In the three years they had been together, from their first date through their courtship into the engagement and now marriage, he still found each time with Hermione new and special.
He knew it sounded pathetically sappy to even think such a thing, but his wife brought out the romantic in him along with the insatiable desire and loving devotion and any number of things that made him a better man. His happiest moment in his life so far had been their recent wedding, when she had looked into his eyes and given herself to him in front of the entire world and had accepted him in return.
Hermione felt his hands on her back as he gently pushed her to lay against the bed, his lips not leaving hers as he continued to make love to her mouth. Stroking and teasing and nibbling, her own tongue taking possession of his mouth as her fingers moved into his silky blond hair, pulling him closer. Draco released her mouth finally, looking at her and smiling wickedly before he brushed his lips against her forehead. His large hands moved along her arms until they were holding her hands, moving her arms above her head, one hand holding her wrists in a strong but not bruising grip.
"Oral sex is one of the greatest pleasures in life," Draco enlightened her, his voice husky as his tongue ran along the length of his full lips before he smiled playfully. Gray eyes caught brown as he continued his 'lesson', "Tasting your lover, licking and kissing and nibbling their heated flesh, watching their eyes darken with desire as the lust consumes them. Hearing them beg for more, having the power to give them everything they need and want."
"Draco, stop teasing," she scolded softly, her body squirming beneath his as the juices began to flow. Catching his eyes, she issued a challenge, "It takes a lot to make me beg. I'm not sure you're that good."
"I'm the best," he said smugly, pale eyes darkening slightly as he saw the stubborn gleam in her eyes. Oh, this was going to be fun. He always loved it when she tried to resist, making the victory of making her lose control all the more sweet. He promised, "By the time I'm finished with you, Hermione, you're going to be begging me to give you what you need."
"We'll see," she arched a brow, knowing that the smug bastard was right but refusing to admit that he could make her lose control so easily. They both enjoyed the challenge quite a bit, both having dominant personalities that liked to be in a position of authority outside of the bedroom, at work and in their relationships with others. However, in their personal relationship, they actually tended to share the control, both giving and taking and finding a way to be equals in the bedroom and out. Their relationship was passionate and loving. They still argued quite a bit, but it was usually more playful and often ended with them shagging wildly, both finding their bickering arousing and never going to sleep without resolving an argument, whether it be something meaningful or simply foreplay.
Despite their equality in their relationship and now marriage, they did both love making one another lose control and beg. She found Draco very erotic when he was desperate, hard and aching, his eyes stormy gray and his voice thick with desire as he'd say her name and beg her to touch him, taste him, fuck him. She imagined he felt the same way when it was her writhing beneath him, begging for his mouth, hands, cock, anything to give her the release she craved. Looking into his eyes and seeing the mischievous and determined gleam, a wave of arousal spread over her, anticipation and lust flashing in her brown eyes.
"Yes, we will," he smiled wickedly before he moved his lips over her cheeks and chin, brushing small kisses all over her face. He licked his way down her neck, sucking her flesh into his mouth and nibbling on it, kissing the sensitive area beneath her ear, nuzzling her as he lavished his attention on the slender column of her neck. She moaned softly, her body pressing against his, his cock hardening as she began to make the breathless little moans that he found adorable. His hand moved into his dark blue boxers, adjusting his erection, squeezing it slightly before he released it and concentrated on making Hermione come.
He released her hands and moved his fingers along the soft swell of her breast beneath her nightgown, caressing her through the silk material. Her nipples were hard, pressing against the burgundy lace that barely concealed her full breasts. Draco adjusted his position, his mouth moving from her neck to lick and kiss her shoulders and collarbone. Wet lips moved over her nipples, teasing the hardened buds through her nightgown, sucking them and causing her gown to become wet from saliva.
The blond wizard turned his attention to her arms, hearing the sigh of disappointment and annoyance when he left her breasts wet and aching. His eyes caught hers as he brought her right arm down from where it was still resting above her head. He kissed her palm, licking her fingers, his hands moving along the length of her arm as he watched her eyes.
Her left arm moved, fingers tangling in his blond hair as she pulled him forward suddenly, her lips crashing against his as she kissed him passionately, sucking on his lower lip as her right hand stroked his bare back. Reluctantly ending the kiss, he scolded her softly, This is my turn, Hermione. You'll have your turn soon enough.
"Bastard," she cursed lovingly, her body all ready on fire and soaking wet and her husband hadn't even removed her nightgown yet.
"Love you too," he teased as kissed her deeply before reaching for his wand. Aiming at the dresser, he said, "Accio scissors." Once he had the scissors, he put his wand back on the bedside table, laying beside her with his head resting on the palm of his right hand, his elbow against the bed as he could have a perfect view of her luscious body. He moved his free hand along her curves, caressing her breasts, stroking her tummy and squeezing her hips. He lowered his head and teased her nipple through the lace, her fingers brushing through his hair as she arched towards his mouth.
Fingers moved along her inner thigh, brushing against the wetness of her knickers, sliding beneath the gown and slowly moving past her stomach and ribs to her breasts. She whimpered when his large hand enveloped her breast, squeezing slightly as his thumb brushed across her nipple, his mouth still teasing the other nipple. Deciding that he had teased enough through her gown, he shifted positions again, the scissors in his right hand as he sat beside her. He carefully cut her gown down the middle, normally not wasting time and simply removing it or ripping it, but wanting to tease her a bit tonight.
He made sure that his hand brushed against her as he cut, moving slowly down the length of her chest and upper torso he cut the expensive material. When he reached her stomach, he stopped cutting, his lips curving into a slightly smile as he shifted his hand, cutting the sides of her gown so that the top half now fell open but the bottom was still intact. Once that was complete, he studied her for a moment before raising the bottom of her gown and cutting the sides of her knickers, his fingers brushing against her lower abdomen as he clutched the silk material and pulled.
He brought the wet panties to his face, inhaling her scent and lazily licking the juices that were soaking the crotch of the flimsy garment. She groaned as she watched him, his eyes catching hers as he deliberately ran his tongue along the panties in one lazy movement. His ravishing wife was licking her lips, her cheeks flushed with arousal, eyes dark with desire, her breathing ragged, and he'd barely even gotten started.
Draco finally tossed the panties and scissors beside the bed, smoothing her nightgown back down to cover her wet curls, turning his attention to her breasts for the time being. He laid against her, his bare leg moving between hers, her pussy pressing against his muscular thigh through the nightgown, the blond wizard pressing down and hearing her low moan at the sensation of him brushing against her in such an intimate way. His lips found her breast, his tongue teasing her nipples, sucking on the rosy buds as her hands clenched in the covers beneath her. She was moving against his thigh, seeking friction against her sensitive clit, making the noises he loved as she moaned and whimpered and gasped for breath.
When he heard her breathing catch, he moved his leg, hearing her growl of annoyance as he prevented her from coming. Deciding that he had spent enough time teasing her breasts, he licked his way down her ribcage, kissing her cute belly button before moving his head lower. He was ready to taste her. He ripped her gown open, baring her pussy to him. The scent of sex and sweat was strong as he reached the juncture between her thighs, the blond wizard moving to lie between her legs, inhaling the intoxicating aroma of his wife. He could smell the scent of vanilla mixing with her natural odor, the scent of her soap lingering from her recent shower.
Lifting her legs onto his shoulder, Draco moved his hands beneath her and raised her to his hungry mouth. His tongue took a lazy lick of her wet lips, the blond wizard moaning softly as he savored his wife's taste. She was so wet, her juices soaking the sheet beneath her, glistening on her upper thighs and dripping past her arse and pooling on the sheet beneath her. He took several more swift licks of her pussy, avoiding her clit and not going inside her yet. He was waiting, his gray eyes looking up at her face, finding her eyes focused on him. He winked at her before his lips closed around her clit, sucking hard on the sensitive bundle of nerves. She cried out his name as she pushed down against his face. Releasing her clit, he waited, knowing it wouldn't be much longer.
"Draco, please," she moaned softly, her eyes catching his, "please let me come."
His eyes darkened when he heard her beg, his head lowering, his tongue delving into her pussy, his own taste of heaven. He used two fingers to spread her open, his tongue lapping at the juices spilling from her before curling and entering her wet warmth. His sharp nose brushed against her clit as he feasted on her, her thighs pressing against his head as she thrust against his face.
Draco slid a finger into her as he began to lap at her clit, adding another finger and then a third. She was moaning, her body writhing above him, her hands caressing her breasts as he fucked her with his face and hands. He began to suck on her clit, his tongue twirling the bud as his left hand caressed the cheeks of her ass.
She came with a gutteral moan, her body arching off the bed and pressing against his face before she fell back on the mattress. He continued to lick and finger her pussy as she came, her juices flooding his hand and waiting mouth. Draco drank her release, licking every drop from her lips and his hand before his tongue entered her again.
His body moved against the bed, slow movements that alleviated some of the tension in his hard cock, the front of his boxers wet from his precum, aching to bury himself inside her but knowing that wasn't possible at the moment. They were playing a game and the name of that game was oral sex. Merlin, he wouldn't last long once her lips touched him, he realized.
"Draco, stop," she managed to gasp after she had a second orgasm from his talented tongue and fingers. He raised his head and looked at her, his handsome face coated with the juices of her release. He ran his tongue over his lips and smiled, just a bit smug that he'd managed to get her to beg as well as have two orgasms without actual penetration. With a devilish smile of her own, she informed him lustily, "It's my turn to play."
"Love, I don’t think I’m in a condition for playing," Draco arched a pale brow as he looked at his wife, knowing that he would come as soon as she touched him and thinking that it wasn‘t at all fair for her to play with him when he was this aroused.
"Darling, just lay back and get comfortable," she said as she sat up, her fingers running through the thick brown curls that were beginning to dry in an unruly state. She grabbed her wand and performed a drying charm, wanting her hair to be soft and dry when she used it to excite Draco. She knew he had a weakness for feeling her hair on his naked flesh, the very hair that he used to tease her about when he’d call her a bushy-haired know-it-all had become one of his favorite things about her.
She watched him lie down, his erection pressing against his boxers, the front wet from his precum. He always got aroused when he was tasting her, sometimes coming just from watching her face during orgasm as he licked her pussy. He was a very generous lover, always satisfying her and giving as much as he took, both of them very happy and satisfied with their sex life. It was exciting and wicked and playful and occasionally a bit rough and desperate but always gentle and pleasing. Hermione moved to straddle his legs, carefully pulling his boxers down to reveal his erection.
His cock stood up, hard and ready. The head was coated with precum and swollen, the flesh rigid and throbbing. Leaning over, she sucked the head into her mouth, licking his shaft and she fondled his balls, wanting him to come quickly so she could begin playing. It didn’t take much, a swish of her tongue over his flesh and he was arching up, his seed spilling into her mouth. She drank his release, licking the stray drops from his cock before looking at him. He was sulking, his gray eyes disappointed that he’d not lasted longer. Releasing his cock from her mouth, she smirked, "Draco, did you really think that was *all* I had planned for you?"
"Merlin, Hermione," he smiled sheepishly as he reluctantly admitted, "I don’t know if I can have another go that soon."
"I do believe that was a challenge, Mister Malfoy," Hermione smiled affectionately as she stroked his cock teasingly, confident that she could get him aroused at least one more time tonight.
"Insatiable minx," he muttered with a smile before catching her eyes, "I do believe it may have been, Missus Malfoy. Do you suppose you’re up for it?"
"I don’t think I’m the one that has to be ‘up’ for it," she smiled, watching him roll his eyes. She slapped his upper thigh, "Hey, don’t roll your eyes at me."
"That was rather crude and corny, Hermione," Draco defended, "I believe eye rolling was justified."
"You’re so going to pay for that," she warned as she moved to straddle his stomach, "Crude and corny my arse. As if some of your quips aren’t more silly than sexy. Don’t see me rolling my eyes, do you? Hmph."
"You’re usually too busy moaning and begging 'more Draco. Fuck me hard, you gorgeous Pureblood God' to roll anything except your hips as you’re trying to get me deeper," he smiled smugly, the smile fading as she leaned over and ran her tongue along his neck. He groaned as she sucked on his neck, her teeth nipping at his flesh, forgetting what they had been talking about as she marked him as hers.
"You were saying?" she teased as she lifted her head and smiled at him, seeing the passion in his eyes as he licked his lips.
"I don’t recall."
"Good answer," she whispered before kissing him, her fingers brushing through his silky blond hair. She kissed him for a while, knowing it would take him a bit of time to recuperate from his orgasm. She moved her hand over his chest as they kissed, her fingers playing with his nipples as her other hand continued to massage his scalp and brush through his hair.
Hermione finally released his lips, kissing his face just as he had kissed hers earlier. Moving down his body, the brunette licked his neck before moving to his broad shoulders. He had great arms, muscular and strong without being too big. They felt great wrapped around her as they slept, holding her as they made love or embracing her as they sat together and read silently. She moved her hands along his arms, tracing the muscles with the tip of her fingers, licking the inside flesh where his arm bent, an area she knew was sensitive for him. He moaned softly, his long fingers tangling in her hair as she released his arm and turned her attention to his nipples.
She looked at his face, saw his eyes watching her, a muscle in his cheek twitching, his nostrils flaring slightly. Oh yeah, she’d get another orgasm out of him easily if this was any indication. Hermione scooted back until she was sitting on his lower abdomen, feeling his muscles beneath her still wet pussy. Her hand moved behind her and found his cock, all ready half hard. She stroked him slowly, feeling him twitch in her hand, her lips curving into an affectionate smile before she released his growing erection and ran her tongue over his hardened nipples.
She lavished them both with attention, twisting them slightly in the way that made him groan. He was breathing heavily, his pale skin flushed with arousal, one hand again moving through her curly hair and the other clenching the sheet. Hermione moved her body lower, feeling his cock brush against her wet pussy and hesitating for a moment, resisting the impulse to just impale herself on his hard shaft.
Oral sex, she reminded herself, moving lower so that his cock was now pressed against her stomach. She continued licking his sweaty flesh, moving lower and lower. Her breasts reached his erection, her lips curving into a playful smile against his stomach as she moved her hands to either side of her breasts and pushed them against his cock.
He gasped as she began moving her breasts around him, his pelvis raising and lowering as he began to slowly fuck her breasts, her tongue lazily licking his chest and ribs. He was now fully aroused, his precum dripping onto her chest, the scent of sex and sweat surrounding them. She finally released her breasts and moved lower, not wanting him to come until he was in her mouth. Hermione loved how he tasted, his essence unique and intoxicating. When she reached the area between his thighs, she settled into a comfortable position, laying between his legs.
Her tongue licked his shaft from the head to the pale blond curls surrounding his length. She moved her head so she could lick his balls, sucking the sensitive sac into her mouth, tonguing them as he moaned softly. Raising her head, she caught his eyes, rubbing her thumb over the head of his cock before sucking her finger into his mouth. His eyes darkened as he watched her suck her thumb, narrowing as she moved her lips above his cock and teasingly ran her tongue over the head.
"Hermione, please," he growled softly, arching up towards her mouth.
She smiled before she opened her mouth and began to suck his cock in earnest, the teasing ending as she focused on making him come. Hermione moved her hands beneath him, squeezing his firm ass, her wet thumb snaking its way between his cheeks and brushing against his rosebud. She felt the muscles clench beneath her thumb, waiting until he relaxed before she slowly pushed her thumb into him. He groaned as her thumb rested inside his arse, moving until she was moving it against his prostate, his breathing growing more ragged as he tightened around her thumb.
The brunette sucked her husband’s cock eagerly, accustomed to his size, taking his entire length into her mouth and throat on each downward movement. Her left hand cupped his balls, squeezing them as she licked and sucked his cock and her thumb continued to gently caress his prostate. She felt fingers tangle in her hair as he began to arch into her mouth, his leg moving across her back as he fucked her face. Her jaw was beginning to get sore and the position she was in to be able to reach his arse and balls wasn’t the most comfortable, but she continued to lick and stroke his cock, wanting him to come, knowing he was close.
Hermione began to move her head more rapidly, her tongue stroking him as she raised and lowered her head. Her thumb continued to massage him, pushing in deeper as she fondled his balls. She heard him moan, a low, animalistic moan that signaled his impending release. Preparing herself for his come, she lifted her head, her mouth around the head of his cock, sucking hard as her hand left his arse and stroked his shaft. She felt his balls tighten, his cock exploding with his release as he fell back on the bed and came with a soft cry of her name. Swallowing his release for the second time in less than an hour, her hand continued to caress his cock until he was spent.
She released him from her mouth, licking her lips and then moving her tongue over him to catch any drops she had missed. Once that was complete, she crawled up the bed and kissed him as his hands moved behind her back and pulled her closer. Hermione felt the sheet pulled over them as she snuggled against her husband, her hand resting on his chest as the kiss ended. He smiled at her, his fingers brushing her hair away from her face before he kissed her forehead.
"You look sleepy," he informed her with a soft smile.
"So do you," she smiled before kissing his chin. She rested her head on his chest, his fingers brushing through her hair as she sleepily told him, "Good night, Draco. Love you."
"Sweet dreams, Hermione," he whispered as he pulled her closer, "love you too."
Hermione smiled at his words, her leg moving to rest between his as she closed her eyes, cuddling up to her gorgeous husband as his fingers continued to lovingly brush her hair. This was turning out to be an unbelievable week so far. She was looking forward to seeing what the next day would bring.
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Taste of Heaven: Day 3
inell
"Draco, what are you doing?" Hermione asked suspiciously, watching her husband quickly hide something and then look at her with the innocent smile that always told her he was being sneaky. Her first clue had been the fact that he had not joined her in the shower. True, they had shared a long and lazy bath early that afternoon, but she'd needed a shower after he'd decided to have her for dessert, shagging her in the middle of the table after dinner.
When he'd not requested to join her, she had known that he must be up to something. The second clue was the smile on his handsome face. It was his 'I've got a secret and you're going to love it' smile that he always gave her when he was in a playful mood and intended to surprise her in some erotic way that left her exhausted and sated. The third and final clue was that he was acting as if she caught him doing something he shouldn't be doing and definitely hiding something on the bed beside him.
"That was a quick shower," he observed as his gray eyes moved over her wet curls to the soft curves beneath her nightgown before looking into her eyes.
"What's that you're attempting to hide from me, dear husband?" she asked sweetly, giving him a look that let him know he wasn't about to charm his way out of this one.
"I was just doing a little reading while you were in the shower," he remarked casually, rolling his eyes when she put her hands on her hips and gave him a look that let him know he'd been caught. With as much dignity as possible, he withdrew the book from beneath the sheets and showed her.
"That's my book," Hermione smiled slyly as she looked at him, "A little reading, huh?"
"I was bored," he defended, "after all, *someone* didn't ask me to wash their back so what else was I supposed to do while waiting to shag you senseless?"
"*Someone* expected you to invite yourself just like you have all week," Hermione teased as she walked to the bed and sat down. "So, did you read anything interesting?"
"Pshaw," he dismissed the book with a wave of his hand, "I don't need a book to teach me how to make love to my wife. Though the pictures are somewhat arousing. There's a witch in the section on masturbation that looks a bit like you that distracted me for a few moments before I remembered that you are far more beautiful and erotic when you're touching yourself than she could ever dream of being."
"Well, it's too bad you didn't find the book more informative," she sighed dramatically, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she counted down from five. By three, he was speaking.
"Why?"
Resisting the urge to smile smugly, she instead gave him a sexy look, "I was going to suggest that we pick a random chapter and see if we could best it this evening."
"Really?" he drawled lazily, his tongue moving along his lower lip as he winked at her, "I think that sounds like a fun game."
"Hmm…I thought you might," she leaned closer, brushing her lips against his before whispering, "Pick a chapter, Draco."
He smiled wickedly as he retrieved the book, both of them watching as he opened it randomly. Reading the title of the section, his smile turned devilish. Very pleased with the results, he looked at her, his eyes catching hers as he purred, "Oral sex."
"Oh my," she replied somewhat breathlessly, her body heating up just from the look of desire in his pale eyes. She enjoyed oral sex, but Draco loved it. He could spend hours licking and tasting her body until she was consumed by need and lust. She'd have accused him of cheating if she hadn't watched him let the book fall open to that chapter. Of course, it wasn't like she was complaining. Not at all. She loved to tease him and taste him, too, the brunette witch deciding that it was an excellent chapter for the evening.
Draco tossed the book on the floor beside the bed before he sat up and kissed his wife. His tongue traced her lips, his teeth nibbling on her full bottom lip, teasing her until her lips parted. Their tongues met, stroking one another before his entered her mouth and he deepened the kiss. He loved kissing Hermione. During their period of celibacy prior to the wedding, he had spent hours simply kissing her, finding the act as erotic as any of their kinkier activities.
Kissing her while they were both fully clothed could arouse him just as much as having her laid out naked before him. He loved the taste of her, her mouth and her flesh and her juices. Having her in his arms and his lips on various parts of her body was like a little taste of heaven. In the three years they had been together, from their first date through their courtship into the engagement and now marriage, he still found each time with Hermione new and special.
He knew it sounded pathetically sappy to even think such a thing, but his wife brought out the romantic in him along with the insatiable desire and loving devotion and any number of things that made him a better man. His happiest moment in his life so far had been their recent wedding, when she had looked into his eyes and given herself to him in front of the entire world and had accepted him in return.
Hermione felt his hands on her back as he gently pushed her to lay against the bed, his lips not leaving hers as he continued to make love to her mouth. Stroking and teasing and nibbling, her own tongue taking possession of his mouth as her fingers moved into his silky blond hair, pulling him closer. Draco released her mouth finally, looking at her and smiling wickedly before he brushed his lips against her forehead. His large hands moved along her arms until they were holding her hands, moving her arms above her head, one hand holding her wrists in a strong but not bruising grip.
"Oral sex is one of the greatest pleasures in life," Draco enlightened her, his voice husky as his tongue ran along the length of his full lips before he smiled playfully. Gray eyes caught brown as he continued his 'lesson', "Tasting your lover, licking and kissing and nibbling their heated flesh, watching their eyes darken with desire as the lust consumes them. Hearing them beg for more, having the power to give them everything they need and want."
"Draco, stop teasing," she scolded softly, her body squirming beneath his as the juices began to flow. Catching his eyes, she issued a challenge, "It takes a lot to make me beg. I'm not sure you're that good."
"I'm the best," he said smugly, pale eyes darkening slightly as he saw the stubborn gleam in her eyes. Oh, this was going to be fun. He always loved it when she tried to resist, making the victory of making her lose control all the more sweet. He promised, "By the time I'm finished with you, Hermione, you're going to be begging me to give you what you need."
"We'll see," she arched a brow, knowing that the smug bastard was right but refusing to admit that he could make her lose control so easily. They both enjoyed the challenge quite a bit, both having dominant personalities that liked to be in a position of authority outside of the bedroom, at work and in their relationships with others. However, in their personal relationship, they actually tended to share the control, both giving and taking and finding a way to be equals in the bedroom and out. Their relationship was passionate and loving. They still argued quite a bit, but it was usually more playful and often ended with them shagging wildly, both finding their bickering arousing and never going to sleep without resolving an argument, whether it be something meaningful or simply foreplay.
Despite their equality in their relationship and now marriage, they did both love making one another lose control and beg. She found Draco very erotic when he was desperate, hard and aching, his eyes stormy gray and his voice thick with desire as he'd say her name and beg her to touch him, taste him, fuck him. She imagined he felt the same way when it was her writhing beneath him, begging for his mouth, hands, cock, anything to give her the release she craved. Looking into his eyes and seeing the mischievous and determined gleam, a wave of arousal spread over her, anticipation and lust flashing in her brown eyes.
"Yes, we will," he smiled wickedly before he moved his lips over her cheeks and chin, brushing small kisses all over her face. He licked his way down her neck, sucking her flesh into his mouth and nibbling on it, kissing the sensitive area beneath her ear, nuzzling her as he lavished his attention on the slender column of her neck. She moaned softly, her body pressing against his, his cock hardening as she began to make the breathless little moans that he found adorable. His hand moved into his dark blue boxers, adjusting his erection, squeezing it slightly before he released it and concentrated on making Hermione come.
He released her hands and moved his fingers along the soft swell of her breast beneath her nightgown, caressing her through the silk material. Her nipples were hard, pressing against the burgundy lace that barely concealed her full breasts. Draco adjusted his position, his mouth moving from her neck to lick and kiss her shoulders and collarbone. Wet lips moved over her nipples, teasing the hardened buds through her nightgown, sucking them and causing her gown to become wet from saliva.
The blond wizard turned his attention to her arms, hearing the sigh of disappointment and annoyance when he left her breasts wet and aching. His eyes caught hers as he brought her right arm down from where it was still resting above her head. He kissed her palm, licking her fingers, his hands moving along the length of her arm as he watched her eyes.
Her left arm moved, fingers tangling in his blond hair as she pulled him forward suddenly, her lips crashing against his as she kissed him passionately, sucking on his lower lip as her right hand stroked his bare back. Reluctantly ending the kiss, he scolded her softly, This is my turn, Hermione. You'll have your turn soon enough.
"Bastard," she cursed lovingly, her body all ready on fire and soaking wet and her husband hadn't even removed her nightgown yet.
"Love you too," he teased as kissed her deeply before reaching for his wand. Aiming at the dresser, he said, "Accio scissors." Once he had the scissors, he put his wand back on the bedside table, laying beside her with his head resting on the palm of his right hand, his elbow against the bed as he could have a perfect view of her luscious body. He moved his free hand along her curves, caressing her breasts, stroking her tummy and squeezing her hips. He lowered his head and teased her nipple through the lace, her fingers brushing through his hair as she arched towards his mouth.
Fingers moved along her inner thigh, brushing against the wetness of her knickers, sliding beneath the gown and slowly moving past her stomach and ribs to her breasts. She whimpered when his large hand enveloped her breast, squeezing slightly as his thumb brushed across her nipple, his mouth still teasing the other nipple. Deciding that he had teased enough through her gown, he shifted positions again, the scissors in his right hand as he sat beside her. He carefully cut her gown down the middle, normally not wasting time and simply removing it or ripping it, but wanting to tease her a bit tonight.
He made sure that his hand brushed against her as he cut, moving slowly down the length of her chest and upper torso he cut the expensive material. When he reached her stomach, he stopped cutting, his lips curving into a slightly smile as he shifted his hand, cutting the sides of her gown so that the top half now fell open but the bottom was still intact. Once that was complete, he studied her for a moment before raising the bottom of her gown and cutting the sides of her knickers, his fingers brushing against her lower abdomen as he clutched the silk material and pulled.
He brought the wet panties to his face, inhaling her scent and lazily licking the juices that were soaking the crotch of the flimsy garment. She groaned as she watched him, his eyes catching hers as he deliberately ran his tongue along the panties in one lazy movement. His ravishing wife was licking her lips, her cheeks flushed with arousal, eyes dark with desire, her breathing ragged, and he'd barely even gotten started.
Draco finally tossed the panties and scissors beside the bed, smoothing her nightgown back down to cover her wet curls, turning his attention to her breasts for the time being. He laid against her, his bare leg moving between hers, her pussy pressing against his muscular thigh through the nightgown, the blond wizard pressing down and hearing her low moan at the sensation of him brushing against her in such an intimate way. His lips found her breast, his tongue teasing her nipples, sucking on the rosy buds as her hands clenched in the covers beneath her. She was moving against his thigh, seeking friction against her sensitive clit, making the noises he loved as she moaned and whimpered and gasped for breath.
When he heard her breathing catch, he moved his leg, hearing her growl of annoyance as he prevented her from coming. Deciding that he had spent enough time teasing her breasts, he licked his way down her ribcage, kissing her cute belly button before moving his head lower. He was ready to taste her. He ripped her gown open, baring her pussy to him. The scent of sex and sweat was strong as he reached the juncture between her thighs, the blond wizard moving to lie between her legs, inhaling the intoxicating aroma of his wife. He could smell the scent of vanilla mixing with her natural odor, the scent of her soap lingering from her recent shower.
Lifting her legs onto his shoulder, Draco moved his hands beneath her and raised her to his hungry mouth. His tongue took a lazy lick of her wet lips, the blond wizard moaning softly as he savored his wife's taste. She was so wet, her juices soaking the sheet beneath her, glistening on her upper thighs and dripping past her arse and pooling on the sheet beneath her. He took several more swift licks of her pussy, avoiding her clit and not going inside her yet. He was waiting, his gray eyes looking up at her face, finding her eyes focused on him. He winked at her before his lips closed around her clit, sucking hard on the sensitive bundle of nerves. She cried out his name as she pushed down against his face. Releasing her clit, he waited, knowing it wouldn't be much longer.
"Draco, please," she moaned softly, her eyes catching his, "please let me come."
His eyes darkened when he heard her beg, his head lowering, his tongue delving into her pussy, his own taste of heaven. He used two fingers to spread her open, his tongue lapping at the juices spilling from her before curling and entering her wet warmth. His sharp nose brushed against her clit as he feasted on her, her thighs pressing against his head as she thrust against his face.
Draco slid a finger into her as he began to lap at her clit, adding another finger and then a third. She was moaning, her body writhing above him, her hands caressing her breasts as he fucked her with his face and hands. He began to suck on her clit, his tongue twirling the bud as his left hand caressed the cheeks of her ass.
She came with a gutteral moan, her body arching off the bed and pressing against his face before she fell back on the mattress. He continued to lick and finger her pussy as she came, her juices flooding his hand and waiting mouth. Draco drank her release, licking every drop from her lips and his hand before his tongue entered her again.
His body moved against the bed, slow movements that alleviated some of the tension in his hard cock, the front of his boxers wet from his precum, aching to bury himself inside her but knowing that wasn't possible at the moment. They were playing a game and the name of that game was oral sex. Merlin, he wouldn't last long once her lips touched him, he realized.
"Draco, stop," she managed to gasp after she had a second orgasm from his talented tongue and fingers. He raised his head and looked at her, his handsome face coated with the juices of her release. He ran his tongue over his lips and smiled, just a bit smug that he'd managed to get her to beg as well as have two orgasms without actual penetration. With a devilish smile of her own, she informed him lustily, "It's my turn to play."
"Love, I don’t think I’m in a condition for playing," Draco arched a pale brow as he looked at his wife, knowing that he would come as soon as she touched him and thinking that it wasn‘t at all fair for her to play with him when he was this aroused.
"Darling, just lay back and get comfortable," she said as she sat up, her fingers running through the thick brown curls that were beginning to dry in an unruly state. She grabbed her wand and performed a drying charm, wanting her hair to be soft and dry when she used it to excite Draco. She knew he had a weakness for feeling her hair on his naked flesh, the very hair that he used to tease her about when he’d call her a bushy-haired know-it-all had become one of his favorite things about her.
She watched him lie down, his erection pressing against his boxers, the front wet from his precum. He always got aroused when he was tasting her, sometimes coming just from watching her face during orgasm as he licked her pussy. He was a very generous lover, always satisfying her and giving as much as he took, both of them very happy and satisfied with their sex life. It was exciting and wicked and playful and occasionally a bit rough and desperate but always gentle and pleasing. Hermione moved to straddle his legs, carefully pulling his boxers down to reveal his erection.
His cock stood up, hard and ready. The head was coated with precum and swollen, the flesh rigid and throbbing. Leaning over, she sucked the head into her mouth, licking his shaft and she fondled his balls, wanting him to come quickly so she could begin playing. It didn’t take much, a swish of her tongue over his flesh and he was arching up, his seed spilling into her mouth. She drank his release, licking the stray drops from his cock before looking at him. He was sulking, his gray eyes disappointed that he’d not lasted longer. Releasing his cock from her mouth, she smirked, "Draco, did you really think that was *all* I had planned for you?"
"Merlin, Hermione," he smiled sheepishly as he reluctantly admitted, "I don’t know if I can have another go that soon."
"I do believe that was a challenge, Mister Malfoy," Hermione smiled affectionately as she stroked his cock teasingly, confident that she could get him aroused at least one more time tonight.
"Insatiable minx," he muttered with a smile before catching her eyes, "I do believe it may have been, Missus Malfoy. Do you suppose you’re up for it?"
"I don’t think I’m the one that has to be ‘up’ for it," she smiled, watching him roll his eyes. She slapped his upper thigh, "Hey, don’t roll your eyes at me."
"That was rather crude and corny, Hermione," Draco defended, "I believe eye rolling was justified."
"You’re so going to pay for that," she warned as she moved to straddle his stomach, "Crude and corny my arse. As if some of your quips aren’t more silly than sexy. Don’t see me rolling my eyes, do you? Hmph."
"You’re usually too busy moaning and begging 'more Draco. Fuck me hard, you gorgeous Pureblood God' to roll anything except your hips as you’re trying to get me deeper," he smiled smugly, the smile fading as she leaned over and ran her tongue along his neck. He groaned as she sucked on his neck, her teeth nipping at his flesh, forgetting what they had been talking about as she marked him as hers.
"You were saying?" she teased as she lifted her head and smiled at him, seeing the passion in his eyes as he licked his lips.
"I don’t recall."
"Good answer," she whispered before kissing him, her fingers brushing through his silky blond hair. She kissed him for a while, knowing it would take him a bit of time to recuperate from his orgasm. She moved her hand over his chest as they kissed, her fingers playing with his nipples as her other hand continued to massage his scalp and brush through his hair.
Hermione finally released his lips, kissing his face just as he had kissed hers earlier. Moving down his body, the brunette licked his neck before moving to his broad shoulders. He had great arms, muscular and strong without being too big. They felt great wrapped around her as they slept, holding her as they made love or embracing her as they sat together and read silently. She moved her hands along his arms, tracing the muscles with the tip of her fingers, licking the inside flesh where his arm bent, an area she knew was sensitive for him. He moaned softly, his long fingers tangling in her hair as she released his arm and turned her attention to his nipples.
She looked at his face, saw his eyes watching her, a muscle in his cheek twitching, his nostrils flaring slightly. Oh yeah, she’d get another orgasm out of him easily if this was any indication. Hermione scooted back until she was sitting on his lower abdomen, feeling his muscles beneath her still wet pussy. Her hand moved behind her and found his cock, all ready half hard. She stroked him slowly, feeling him twitch in her hand, her lips curving into an affectionate smile before she released his growing erection and ran her tongue over his hardened nipples.
She lavished them both with attention, twisting them slightly in the way that made him groan. He was breathing heavily, his pale skin flushed with arousal, one hand again moving through her curly hair and the other clenching the sheet. Hermione moved her body lower, feeling his cock brush against her wet pussy and hesitating for a moment, resisting the impulse to just impale herself on his hard shaft.
Oral sex, she reminded herself, moving lower so that his cock was now pressed against her stomach. She continued licking his sweaty flesh, moving lower and lower. Her breasts reached his erection, her lips curving into a playful smile against his stomach as she moved her hands to either side of her breasts and pushed them against his cock.
He gasped as she began moving her breasts around him, his pelvis raising and lowering as he began to slowly fuck her breasts, her tongue lazily licking his chest and ribs. He was now fully aroused, his precum dripping onto her chest, the scent of sex and sweat surrounding them. She finally released her breasts and moved lower, not wanting him to come until he was in her mouth. Hermione loved how he tasted, his essence unique and intoxicating. When she reached the area between his thighs, she settled into a comfortable position, laying between his legs.
Her tongue licked his shaft from the head to the pale blond curls surrounding his length. She moved her head so she could lick his balls, sucking the sensitive sac into her mouth, tonguing them as he moaned softly. Raising her head, she caught his eyes, rubbing her thumb over the head of his cock before sucking her finger into his mouth. His eyes darkened as he watched her suck her thumb, narrowing as she moved her lips above his cock and teasingly ran her tongue over the head.
"Hermione, please," he growled softly, arching up towards her mouth.
She smiled before she opened her mouth and began to suck his cock in earnest, the teasing ending as she focused on making him come. Hermione moved her hands beneath him, squeezing his firm ass, her wet thumb snaking its way between his cheeks and brushing against his rosebud. She felt the muscles clench beneath her thumb, waiting until he relaxed before she slowly pushed her thumb into him. He groaned as her thumb rested inside his arse, moving until she was moving it against his prostate, his breathing growing more ragged as he tightened around her thumb.
The brunette sucked her husband’s cock eagerly, accustomed to his size, taking his entire length into her mouth and throat on each downward movement. Her left hand cupped his balls, squeezing them as she licked and sucked his cock and her thumb continued to gently caress his prostate. She felt fingers tangle in her hair as he began to arch into her mouth, his leg moving across her back as he fucked her face. Her jaw was beginning to get sore and the position she was in to be able to reach his arse and balls wasn’t the most comfortable, but she continued to lick and stroke his cock, wanting him to come, knowing he was close.
Hermione began to move her head more rapidly, her tongue stroking him as she raised and lowered her head. Her thumb continued to massage him, pushing in deeper as she fondled his balls. She heard him moan, a low, animalistic moan that signaled his impending release. Preparing herself for his come, she lifted her head, her mouth around the head of his cock, sucking hard as her hand left his arse and stroked his shaft. She felt his balls tighten, his cock exploding with his release as he fell back on the bed and came with a soft cry of her name. Swallowing his release for the second time in less than an hour, her hand continued to caress his cock until he was spent.
She released him from her mouth, licking her lips and then moving her tongue over him to catch any drops she had missed. Once that was complete, she crawled up the bed and kissed him as his hands moved behind her back and pulled her closer. Hermione felt the sheet pulled over them as she snuggled against her husband, her hand resting on his chest as the kiss ended. He smiled at her, his fingers brushing her hair away from her face before he kissed her forehead.
"You look sleepy," he informed her with a soft smile.
"So do you," she smiled before kissing his chin. She rested her head on his chest, his fingers brushing through her hair as she sleepily told him, "Good night, Draco. Love you."
"Sweet dreams, Hermione," he whispered as he pulled her closer, "love you too."
Hermione smiled at his words, her leg moving to rest between his as she closed her eyes, cuddling up to her gorgeous husband as his fingers continued to lovingly brush her hair. This was turning out to be an unbelievable week so far. She was looking forward to seeing what the next day would bring.
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