Mistaken Identities

"Hmm...soon might have to wait.”

Hermione shuddered at the words. Warm lips drifted up her neck and she let out a squeal when he bit her earlobe sharply. The small pain intensified the press of arousal low in her belly.

“Wait!” She cried out. Draco jerked back and Hermione felt instantly contrite at the panic on his face. “I just meant, take the bead out. Please. I want to see you.”

Draco nodded and reached up with one hand, pulling the bead out. He gave her a small, shy smile that looked out of place on his sharply aristocratic features. If anything, the incongruence of that little boy smile turned her on even more. It was crazy but Draco Malfoy did things to her insides no one else ever had. She reached up and touched her mouth to his, hands tugging at his shirt as she did so. At last, the silk of skin was bared to her touch and her hands roamed restlessly over his sculpted chest. Draco pulled back and looked at her with hooded eyes so blue they were grey.

“Now you.”

Hermione reached up and tugged at the small bead sharply, wincing at the small pain. He took her bead from her and set it next to his on the table, turning his back to her as he did so. She reached out and traced her fingers down the angles of his back. The muscles under the pale skin trembled and she felt a surge of pleasure that she could create such reactions in him. She leaned over and sent her mouth over the same path her fingers had traveled. His skin smelled faintly of citrus and it was a more masculine scent than she would have ever expected from a Malfoy. It was almost... woodsy.

She reached her arms around his slim hips, stroking her hands over his erection. She could feel it throbbing under her hands and he groaned softly under his breath. Her body was trembling almost as badly as his was.

He turned in her arms and pulled her towards him fiercely. Lips and tongues tangled together and Hermione had sudden need to have him. Now.

“Merlin, Draco... please.” Was that her voice? She sounded so breathy and aroused. With a wet sound, Draco ripped her shirt off. Hermione felt laughter bubble up out of her and her belly contract with desire. Then she gasped as his mouth burned its way down her skin, pausing over the rigid peaks of her nipples.

Hermione let out a strangled sound and he finally closed the heat of his mouth over the soft, sensitive skin of her breasts. She threaded her fingers through the cornsilk of his hair and tugged until his eyes met hers.

“No more foreplay.” Her voice was ragged.

A huge grin broke over his face. “Can’t say that a woman has ever said that to me.” His hands moved to her pants, roughly stripping her. The cool air hit her over-heated skin and she moaned.

He guided her onto her back on the bed and set his body over her ear. “But I think I disagree. I think you need more foreplay.” Hermione groaned in frustration and thrashed against the weight of his body. Pinning her hands to her sides, his mouth seemed to move over every inch of her body, avoiding the areas where she wanted it the most. At last, his mouth poised over her wet sex. She bucked, trying to get more contact.

“Behave.” He whispered, almost to himself, before blowing gently over her clitoris. Hermione mewled, on the edge of orgasm. With one swift movement he sucked her clit between his lips and she felt heat explode in her body. Howling, her body bowed with the intensity of the waves of pleasure rolling through her body. She had barely come down before she felt his cock pressed deep inside her.

*When did he get rid of his pants?* She thought dizzily before all capability of thought skittered away. Multiple orgasms were not a foreign concept to her. She even managed on a number of previous occasions but this was not the same. Somehow, the rhythm he set... the second orgasm slammed over her within minutes of the first.

Without warning, Draco withdrew and Hermione let out a distressed whimper.

“Trust me.” He said, looking at her as if she were precious. The sheen of sweat over his skin gave him a glow that caught her breath. Draco tugged at her hips and Hermione felt herself being flipped over. Her legs draped over the side of the bed and new angle was intense. He pumped in and out of her, slower then faster then slower again ane coe could feel the heat building up again in her body. It was possible that the third orgasm was the longest and most intense of her life.

She panted into the bed spread, aftershocks trembling through her body. Draco, who had been silent, let out a series of low, intense growls before coming deep inside her in a warm wave of heat. He collapsed on top of her, fevered skin against fevered skin.

*That was... holy crap.* She thought drowsily.


A/N Thought this story could use a little smut...