Anything for Love

A/N – WARNING!!!
This fic is rated R for a reason – and hear it is. If you are underage or will
be easily offended turn back now and wait for the next chapter. For those of
you who are still with me… read on! ;)

Chapter 9

Never have I been this nervous. I am
standing in the living room of my new home staring at my best friend, not
knowing what to do or say. There is so much he needs to know. I love him. I
want him. I want to live with him. I want to take him upstairs and ravage him
ten ways to Sunday. God, why can’t I say that, any of it? I feel numb. I can’t
speak. I’m afraid to try. I feel cold without his arms around me. Why am I just
standing here?

Somehow my body decides to take over where
my mind had left off. I walk slowly toward him, lost in his intense gaze. God,
I love his eyes. I feel free when I loo him him, I can see forever in his eyes.
Suddenly, he is right in front of me, his arms not sure whether to wrap around
me or not. I guess he is as nervous as I am. What if he doesn’t like it? What
if we wake up in the morning and realize it was all a mistake? What if…

Oh my god, he’s kissing me. He tastes like
peppermint and chocolate. Hmmmm. I would be satisfied with just kissing him,
but my lower half is trying to veto that idea. I can feel a fiurniurning from
my lips down through my chest and settling in my lower abdomen. I have never
felt anything so intense in my life. I know now, that we were indeed meant for
each other, it just took us a while to get here.

Harry’s warm hands are running smoothly
across my back. I can’t help the goosebumps that sprout up all over my body. He
sends chills through me. He chuckles lightly into my mouth as he runs his
fingers over my prickled flesh, knowing he was the one making my bodact act
that way. I am distracted for a moment at the realization that I am not wearing
knickers and the heat and moisture in that region is becoming most
uncomfortable to contain.

My hands seem to have minds of their own
as they roam over the plains of his back, chest, arms, butt… Oh, Merlin,
quidditch as been good to him. I realize now that Harry is cradling me in his
arms. Without breg hig his kiss, he carries me up the stairs to his room, kicks
the door closed and headwardward the bed. My heart is beating out of my chest.
I want him more than anything and the feeling is mutjudgjudging from the
impressive bulge in his trousers that I felt when he helped me back to my feet.

We have yet to say a word since we returned
from dancing. Everything we need to say is in our kisses, our touches, our
looks. I feel my lips being devoured again and his hands start to travel over
my bum down to the hem of my dress. As he gingerly raises my skirt, I am
suddenly embarrassed at the fact that I have no knickers on. What if he takes
it wrong? What if he thinks I planned this? Well, I did hope, but I didn’t
plan, per se.

A devilish grin spreads over Harry’s face
as he pulls my dress over my head, leaving me bare to his gaze. “You are
beautiful, Hermione,” he breathed in my ear, causing me to shudder in
anticipation. His breath was so warm on my ear; I wonder what it would feel
like elsewhere on my body. Before I can think that thought any further, he is
answering that query. His mouth… lips… tongue… nipple… Oh… my… God! My knees
become weak and he pulls me to him before I can fall.

I can fell him pressed into my sto. He. He
is deliciously hot and hard against me. I want to touch him, taste him. I start
to undo the buttons on his shirt, careful not to pop them in my haste. My hands
are shaking so badly, it takes forever just to get a couple unbuttoned. I pull
away from his kiss to concentrate more on the task at hand. Damn him! How am I
supposed to concentrate when he’s doing that to my neck? Frustration and
desperation get the best of me and I pull his wand from his back pocket and
mutter a spell that leaves him beautifully naked in my arms. The shock on his
face is classic as he stares at me in awe. I was not considered the best student
in thirty years at Hogwarts’ for nothing.

I step back slightly to take in the sight
before me. He isutifutiful. Perfect. My eyes travel down his hard chest to the
six pack lightly smattered with dark hair leading down to… Holy… I will give
him credit, he does have Ron beat in that department. There goes the myth of
hand size reflecting penis size. Harry’s hands are definitely not that big! I
look up at him and meet his eyes. I am lost again. I turn him around and push
him back on the bed. He is shocked and tries to sit up before I lightly push
him back down.

“Please, Harry. I want to taste you.”
Who’s voice was that? I said it, but it sure as hell didn’t sound like me. I
kneel between his legs, running my fingers lightly over his thighs, reveling in
the shudders and goosebumps I am eliciting on him. I find myself staring at the
gorgeous specimen of manhood standing proudly in front of me. There is no
possible way that I can take all of him in my mouth, but who am I not to try?

I hear a gasp from him as I run my tongue
over the moist tip, tasting the little droplet there. God, he tastes good. That
one little taste puts me into a frenzy. I want to devour him, make him scream
my name. I want to taste him fully. I take as much as I can in my mouth and he
moans loudly. I can feel his fingers wrapping themselves in my hair. I smile
inwardly; I know I am good at this.

Harry is calling my name as I bring him
closer to the edge. My mouth and hands work up and down his erection smoothly.
I gently cup his balls and massage lightly and his body jerks from the
sensation, which almost makes me lose the contact my mouth has with him. I
gently trail a finger over his perineum and he tenses, calling my name again.
Two more long strokes and I am busily swallowing his seed. Not too salty,
rather sweet. I can get used to that very easily.

Before I can stand, Harry is pulling me up
and kissing me fiercely. He obviously doesn’t mind the taste of himself in my
kiss. Ron was always weird about that. He would never kiss me afterwards. I
mentally slap myself for thinking of Ron while kissing Harry. This is Harry.
This is different. This is wonderful.

My thoughts are interrupted when Harry
takes an erect nipple into his warm mouth. The sensations he is causing are
amazing. My skin is on fire and he is the only thing that can contain that
fire. I must have unconsciously spread my legs, because he is now settled
between my thighs, kissing down my chest and stomach. Who would have knoow
ow
erotic the belly button could be? I never would have thought it. In an instant
his lips are on my center, kissing my most intimate place. When his tongue
darts out to tease my clit, I moan his name and grip the sheets tightly. After
what seems like hours, my hands are aching from the firm grip I have on the bedsheets,
my legs are trembling in arousal, and my voice is rasping from screaming
Harry’s name into the night. I briefly wonder where he learned how to do this,
but before my thought is finished I am enveloped in heat and warmth and light
and energy. I writhe beneath his mouth in the most intense orgasm I have ever
had. He slowly and softly continues kissing my throbbing core as I come down
from a most delicious high.

 I want to sit up and wrap him in my arms but I have found
that I am paralyzed from the breasts down. My body is humming so hard from
post-coital bliss that I can almost hear it. He slithered his way up to lay
beside me. That’s right, he slithered. I guess he does have some Slytherin in
him after all. I curl up into his embrace and lay butterfly kisses across his
chest and up toward his neck. His lips find mine, and the flavors of our love
mix in our kiss. I love this man. Something so little as a kiss, has opened me
up completely to him. I have never had a kiss like this. I can taste myself on
his lips, and I can still taste him in my mouth. God, the mixture of the two is
like an aphrodisiac and I am ready for more. My body is still trying to catch
up to my libido, but they’ll meet in the middle soon.

I l cal can’t move my legs. That was one amazing
orgasm. So I pull Harry to lie above me. His weight feels heavenly on me. He
probably thinks he is crushing me, but I don’t want him anywhere but where he
is. The pressure of his body on mine, causes another flood of arousal to burn
down to my core. I look up into his eyes. Is he scared? Merlin, his eyes look
so much like a child that is scared to go to sleep. I bring my hand up to
caress his cheek. “I lyou,you, Harry.”

His eyes seem to clear and he smiles down
at me before kissing me lightly. “Hermione, I love you so much.” That scared
look comes back. “Are you sure?”

I nod reassuring him that this is indeed
what I want; what I’ve dreamed of. I have never felt so loved, so worshipped,
so adored as I do right now. My hands rub his back reaffirming my need for him.
He still seems hesitant like he doesn’t know what to do. I then realize that it
has been almost seven years since he has made love to anyone. He is probably
afraid that he’ll do something wrong.

I let my hand venture to his penis and
after stroking him lightly I guide him to me. The heat coming from him is
amazing. The energy that is flowing through the two of us is overwhelming. He
leans down and kisses me as he pushes himself slowly into me, burying himself
to the hilt. My gasp breaks the kiss. He is big. I feel full, complete; like I
was a puzzle missing a piece and I just found it.

I realize that he is not moving and I look
back at him. He must have misread my gasp, because he is looking down at me
alarmed. “I’m sorry, Mione. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he whispers trying to
contain the shaking in his voice.

“You didn’t hurt me Harry. Far from it,
actually.” I sigh contentedly as I move my hips up to his. “You feel so good.”

He finally takes this as a cue and we
quickly find a rhythm. The tempo is slow and sure with long intoxicating
strokes. I am in heaven. We were definitely made for each other; we fit
together perfectly. We can read the other’s moves before they are made. We rock
together for what seems like hours. Time has seemed to stand still, which is
fine with me. I could stay like this for the rest of my life.

Harry is showering me with kisses all over
my face, neck and chest. He starts whispering in my ear and I lose all control.
“Let it go, love. Come for me. I want to see how beautiful you are.” Oh, God.
If I thought the last one was big, it has nothing on this climax. I pull him
closer to me, wrapping my legs around his waist. I can feel my muscles
contracting around him and before I know it, he has joined me in my oblivion. I
can feel him throbbing inside me, releasing the product of an intense orgasm of
his own.

Finally after a few moments, he collapses
atop me, and I revel in the peace I feel. I groan at the loss of him inside me
when he rolls to lie beside me. His hands caress me as he looks deeply into my
eyes. I can see the love there, the trust, the yearning, the joy. I hope he can
see the same reflected in mine. He kisses me lightly and whispers against my
lips, “You are amazing.”

“You are the amazing one, Harry Potter.”

He pulls away and looks at me with the
weirdest expression on his face. “Why do you say that?”

I roll to my side and prop myself up on my
elbow. “You have had all that passion trapped in your body for Merlin knows how
long. I don’t know how you could stand being around me when you felt so
strongly.”

“I couldn’t stand being away from you,” he
whispered through watery eyes. I reached up to brush his tears away and he
kissed my palm lightly. “Please say I won’t have to be away from you again.”

I smiled. My heart was overflowing. I was
almost intimidated by the strength of his love for me. Do I love him that much?
Do I deserve to be loved that much? My inner debate stops as I see the pleading
in his eyes. I could never leave him. I love him more than anything I have ever
known. “As long as you tell me the same.” He leans over and kisses me. I
realize now what it means to be loved, truly loved.