Are You Sure That's A Real Spell?
Bossy.
The thought flashed in his head and Draco grit his teeth, as he mindlessly followed her orders. Their standing position had gravity working to his advantage, for Draco discovered himself fully seated within her. Every one of his cells woke to her pulsing heat surrounding every millimeter of him. On a needy moan, Draco moved, sliding impossibly further into her. He released a shuddering gasp, desperately grasping onto faint wisps of mental and physical control.
He never imagined that this act could feel this way. Reveling in his own first time, he allowed instinct to take over. The in and out motion caused him near delirium at the sensations rocketing through his very core and spiraling to every endpoint in his body.
“Merlin, Granger,” he breathed, his voice hoarse and gruff with the effort of restraining his release. “So wrong,” he groaned. His forehead pressed hard against hers as he rocked against her, “But. So. Very. Very. Right.”
Draco slid back and forth into her tight, wet heat. Each raggedly spoken word beat to the rhythm of his bucking hips. One of his handsmoved to cup her jaw, his fingertips just brushed against the soft brown tendrils against her face. He stared intently into her eyes.
“Yes, Hermione,” he gasped, his eyes shutting at the onrush of indescribable feeling. ”This. Is. So. Very. Right.”
Draco dragged his lips against her throat, his teeth grazed her skin. His face moved lower and he was pleased to see how his stubbled jaw left a reddened swath against her creamy white skin. At last, his mouth nudged the soft base of against its destination, licking first before latching onto her hardened peak as he stroked in and out of her. He drew near unbearable pleasure from each exacting movement.
Draco’s other hand moved into the infinitesimal space between their perspiration slicked bodies. His fingertips searched once more for the little nub he’d earlier discovered, the one that at his slightest caress had coaxed the most delicious mewls falling from her lips.
Anchoring herself against him, an arm draped haphazardly around his shoulders to bring their bodies impossibly closer, Hermione was slowly but surely losing her mind. The sensation of his rocking hips against her weeping core seemed to instil some sort of animalistic urge to blossom within her chest. Throwing caution to the wind, she began to make tentative movements to mirror his, meeting his thrust with a small one of her own.
Her mind swirled with the invasion of his scent so close to her, woody, musky and deliciously boy, and what was left of her mind spluttered to a grinding halt. Her cries began to crescendo, her lungs gulping in air like a drowning man would upon his first breath.
And then his fingers -holy mother of Merlin, his fingers playing across her nub were about to drive her wild. It took an extra moment, everything coming together; his body pressed to hers, his feather light touches dancing over bundle of nerves, his hair tickling her cheek as her lips once again claimed his in a half kiss, sloppy and unsure for stars were beginning to erupt across her mind causing her frenzied movements against him to quicken.
“Merlin,” she panted, “Jesus, Mary, God Almighty, Merlin,” her verbal litany of every higher being she could summon ended abruptly when the gathering stars reached their supermassive explosion, her body reaching the peak of pleasure she’d never felt as a loud cry was torn from her lungs.
“Draco!”
(Source: her-my-own-nee, via theoneandonly-draco-malfoy)
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