Working Girl

Chapter one-Sunday

Hermione lay in bed staring at the ceiling as her longtime boyfriend lazily pumped into her before shuddering his release, a whole 3 minutes after starting. Falling away from her he draped his forearm over his eyes breathing harshly from his short workout. She closed her eyes as his hand found hers, lacing their fingers together she heard him whisper.

“That was great, baby. I’m worn out, get me a drink will ya?”

Sighing deeply she pulled herself out of bed and made her way towards her bathroom, his release running down her thighs. Grabbing some tissue she quickly wiped away the creamy fluid before filling a glass, glancing in the mirror at the bored expression upon her face and returning to her bedroom.

“Here you go Ron” she placed the glass in his hands, quickly climbed into bed and covered herself as she wished for sleep to claim him quickly so she could, once again, find her own release.

Hearing his snores not two minutes later she reached for the drawer next to her bed, whispered a quick unlocking spell and pulled out her life like 10-inch vibrator she had purchased last month after deciding she could no longer continue to fake her orgasm within minutes of their coupling even began. I mean seriously, who could come in two minutes flat, especially when there was no foreplay. It always started the same ‘Hey babe, I had a long day, help me relax will ya’ and within 5 minutes he would be fast asleep and her feeling very unfulfilled.

Flicking the switch she placed the tip between her lips wetting it sufficiently, rubbing it back and forth across her clitoris, stimulating her core with that tingling sensation that she had so longed to feel lately. Sex with Ron had been, in a word, lame these past few months. She knew he worked hard and he was fatigued when he arrived home, but a witch had her needs and he was definitely not providing for her in that department at all.

Closing her eyes she let her imagination play with her sensitive core. She could see his pale body in front of her as he teased her entrance with his thick cock, rubbing up and down. Her left hand slowly made its way up her belly until she felt the hardened nub of her pink nipple, twisting and pinching as her right hand continued it’s probing of her wetness.

She could see herself sitting on her desk, her legs spread wide as her fingers worked their magic, teasing him. She gripped him hard as she guided him towards her aching center. He pushed gently until only his head was hidden within her walls, pulling back and pushing again, teasing her as he wouldn’t go any further.

Hermione gave her toy a few twists and turns, circling her lips, spreading the wetness just before plunging into her heat. Biting her lower lip to keep from screaming out as she thrust faster and faster. She could see him thrusting into her body as her hands held onto the desk with a death grip, trying to meet his every thrust. Wrapping her legs around his waist she lay back fully exposed for his wandering hands to appreciate the gifts she bestowed upon him. Squeezing her breast almost harshly as she penetrated herself over and over again; Looking into those steel grey eyes and long platinum blonde hair draped over his shoulders she could feel the wonderful tightness begin, the hum of her climax on the edge; once more seeing the man she secretly desired she grunted her release quietly. Her breathing came in short quick gasps, she nearly died of fright when she felt Ron move beside her. Fearing he had heard or even seen what she had done, she wordlessly banished her possession back into the safety of her drawer, her eyes closed, a blissful smile upon her face when he moved no more. She had gotten away with it for one more night. Falling into a deep sleep her mind was filled with images of the man she worked next to every day of the week.

And that was how Hermione Granger spent most of her nights.

TBC