Family Ties
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Hermione/Barty
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Hermione/Barty
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
3,699
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
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Family Ties
She could have thought of a better time for one of Barty’s urges. He had begun to have them more and more since Ella had started to sleep through the night and they were getting a good eight hours sleep. She could feel the wood panels pressing into her back as he held her up, her legs around his waist and his shaft buried inside her.
Her shirt was open leaving her breasts exposed to his hungry gaze as he held her hips and slid hard in and out, faster and faster. Her arms were above her head, gripping a light fitting to take some of her weight off him, giving him more room to move.
“Barty, what if they forgot something and come back,” She moaned as leant in and kissed her neck moving up to her ear and whispering, “We’ll hear Ella before they’re anywhere near.”
Suddenly he moved her hips up higher and began a merciless rhythm. She was dizzy with the pleasure of having him buried inside her. She would never grow tired of his body moving against hers in this way. He could have her whenever and wherever he wanted. Something in her mind told her that that wasn’t really the behaviour parents should go by but here, in this moment, she wasn’t the mother of his child, she was his wife. Most of all, she was HIS.
“Barty,” She cried as she felt the intensity of her orgasm begin so suddenly she hadn’t been ready.
He groaned as her body began to pulsate around him milking a powerful orgasm from him in the blink of an eye. He leant into her, leaning his head into her neck, his breath as ragged as hers. Slowly he slid down, taking her with him until she sat on his lap straddling him.
After a moment she pulled back, looking down at him from her raised vantage point, “I love you,” she whispered, drawing a lazy grin from him.
“Damn right,” He shifted her skirt up and saw the patches of red there that would more than likely become bruises, “I’m sorry.”
“What?” She asked, looking where he was, “Don’t be daft, I can’t even feel them.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in to kiss his lips. “When I asked what you wanted to do while Ella was out with Ginny, I didn’t expect that.”
“Haven’t you learned yet? Expect the unexpected around me.” He slowly lifted her hips until he lid out of her body. “I think,” he continued, straightening his clothes as best he could in their position, “We should go enjoy our alone time to the greatest extent possible.”
“Really?” She asked, buttoning a couple of buttons on her shirt before climbing to her feet and pulling him with her. “And how, sir, shall we do that?”
“Well,” He replied, smiling, tucking her under his arm and leading her away. “I was thinking we could-” He leant in and whispered some truly filthy things in her ear which made her blush and giggle, running from him to the bedroom with him hot on her heel.
“Barty Crouch!” She shrieked as he grabbed her around the waist from behind before turning her and throwing her over his shoulder. She giggled and kicked playfully as he carried her to their room and tossed her onto the bed.
“Now I’ve got you where I want you…” He said darkly, crawling over her body to lay above her. He undid the buttons she’d just closed and pulled her shirt open slowly. He placed wet kisses along her collar bone to the valley between her breasts.
He heard her sigh of pleasure and smiled against her skin. He made his way around her breasts with kisses finally circling close to one of her nipples. Placing a gentle kiss on the hardened peak he drew a exquisite moan from her lips. Looking up he saw her eyes watching him, the emotion behind them was one he had grown to adore beyond anything else. She could say so much with a twinkle that glinted in her eyes.
“I love you,” he whispered, moving up her body and taking her mouth in a heated kiss that spoke volumes of need and above all the love he felt for the woman who had saved him from the darkness he knew had once lived inside him. His hand stroked up her thigh making her turn her hips to him in anticipation.
Slowly long digits slide through her wet, hot folds. Stroking and teasing her with a knowledge built over time. He took his time bringing her to climax, drawing out her pleasure and adding to it with passionate kisses and heated words. As she came he watched the pleasure on her face, the parting of her lips and the flush on her cheeks.
The shuddering passed and she opened her eyes to see him watching her. A soft expression on his face, “You.” Was all she could manage to say to him and he smiled, understanding the unspoken sentiment.
Her shirt was open leaving her breasts exposed to his hungry gaze as he held her hips and slid hard in and out, faster and faster. Her arms were above her head, gripping a light fitting to take some of her weight off him, giving him more room to move.
“Barty, what if they forgot something and come back,” She moaned as leant in and kissed her neck moving up to her ear and whispering, “We’ll hear Ella before they’re anywhere near.”
Suddenly he moved her hips up higher and began a merciless rhythm. She was dizzy with the pleasure of having him buried inside her. She would never grow tired of his body moving against hers in this way. He could have her whenever and wherever he wanted. Something in her mind told her that that wasn’t really the behaviour parents should go by but here, in this moment, she wasn’t the mother of his child, she was his wife. Most of all, she was HIS.
“Barty,” She cried as she felt the intensity of her orgasm begin so suddenly she hadn’t been ready.
He groaned as her body began to pulsate around him milking a powerful orgasm from him in the blink of an eye. He leant into her, leaning his head into her neck, his breath as ragged as hers. Slowly he slid down, taking her with him until she sat on his lap straddling him.
After a moment she pulled back, looking down at him from her raised vantage point, “I love you,” she whispered, drawing a lazy grin from him.
“Damn right,” He shifted her skirt up and saw the patches of red there that would more than likely become bruises, “I’m sorry.”
“What?” She asked, looking where he was, “Don’t be daft, I can’t even feel them.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in to kiss his lips. “When I asked what you wanted to do while Ella was out with Ginny, I didn’t expect that.”
“Haven’t you learned yet? Expect the unexpected around me.” He slowly lifted her hips until he lid out of her body. “I think,” he continued, straightening his clothes as best he could in their position, “We should go enjoy our alone time to the greatest extent possible.”
“Really?” She asked, buttoning a couple of buttons on her shirt before climbing to her feet and pulling him with her. “And how, sir, shall we do that?”
“Well,” He replied, smiling, tucking her under his arm and leading her away. “I was thinking we could-” He leant in and whispered some truly filthy things in her ear which made her blush and giggle, running from him to the bedroom with him hot on her heel.
“Barty Crouch!” She shrieked as he grabbed her around the waist from behind before turning her and throwing her over his shoulder. She giggled and kicked playfully as he carried her to their room and tossed her onto the bed.
“Now I’ve got you where I want you…” He said darkly, crawling over her body to lay above her. He undid the buttons she’d just closed and pulled her shirt open slowly. He placed wet kisses along her collar bone to the valley between her breasts.
He heard her sigh of pleasure and smiled against her skin. He made his way around her breasts with kisses finally circling close to one of her nipples. Placing a gentle kiss on the hardened peak he drew a exquisite moan from her lips. Looking up he saw her eyes watching him, the emotion behind them was one he had grown to adore beyond anything else. She could say so much with a twinkle that glinted in her eyes.
“I love you,” he whispered, moving up her body and taking her mouth in a heated kiss that spoke volumes of need and above all the love he felt for the woman who had saved him from the darkness he knew had once lived inside him. His hand stroked up her thigh making her turn her hips to him in anticipation.
Slowly long digits slide through her wet, hot folds. Stroking and teasing her with a knowledge built over time. He took his time bringing her to climax, drawing out her pleasure and adding to it with passionate kisses and heated words. As she came he watched the pleasure on her face, the parting of her lips and the flush on her cheeks.
The shuddering passed and she opened her eyes to see him watching her. A soft expression on his face, “You.” Was all she could manage to say to him and he smiled, understanding the unspoken sentiment.