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CHAPTER 14: A Little Adventure







Hermione bid her friends farewell as the sun went down. She tidied up and went upstairs to shower and change into a long Emerald green satin nightgown. She was plaiting her hair as she walked down the hall towards Lucius’s study, tying it off with an elastic band just as she reached the door. She knocked softly and waited for his soft “Enter” before she opened the door.



Lucius was sitting behind a large cherry desk that was backed by an enormous stained glass window depicting Merlin and Arthur. He had his beautiful hair tied back with a black ribbon and was back in his black trousers, white shirt and waistcoat. The shirt was undone to the center of his chest and the waistcoat was open, his sleeves rolled to his elbows as he shuffled through several files on his desk. The room smelled of cigar smoke and she wondered if he had been indulging while she entertained her friends.



“Lucius?” She called his name softly as she approached his desk, running her hand along the back of the black leather couch sitting in front of the fireplace. Lucius looked up from his paperwork and smiled. He leaned back in his obscenely large leather desk chair and watched her approach. The look in his eyes told her that he appreciated the form hugging gown she had chosen.



“Everyone go home?” He asked, crooking his finger at her. She walked around the desk in answer to his beckoning. When she was close enough, he reached out and grabbed her by her waist, pulling her to stand between his open legs.



“Yes, they left earlier. Thank you for coming down for a bit, I know you don’t particularly care to socialize with them.” His hands were sliding up and down her sides, his fingers brushing the sides of her breasts and making her shiver slightly.



“I didn’t want to be rude. It’s nothing personal. I’m old enough to be their father and that makes it a little difficult for me to socialize with them.”



“You need to get over this age issue Lucius. You know that in our world at least, you are a very young wizard yet. And from what I can tell, it doesn’t slow you down any.” She said as she reached out to smooth his brow. “Besides, I like you, and it doesn’t matter to me how old you are.”



“I’m glad to hear that, I would hate to think that you didn’t like me yet continued to share my bed.” He slid his hands to the backs of her thighs and pulled her forward, pushing the gown up and lifting her astride his thighs. Her knees sunk into the soft leather on either side of his hips.



“So is this the reason you have such a big chair? So you can seduce secretaries and the like with ease?” She smiled and toyed with the ribbon in his hair.



“I don’t know about seducing secretaries as most of mine have been men, but I find myself quite interested in seducing my wife.” His hands slid over her bottom, cupping and kneading the soft flesh. “Would you like to be my secretary? Maybe take a little dictation?”



“Would that make you happy?” She asked, pressing her hips down and grinding against him. “Oh…I think maybe you already are!”



“What can I say, I love the green. Was it by chance deliberate?” Lucius slid one hand around her hip, up along the curve of her waist to cup her breast.



“I had hoped you would like it.” She whimpered softly when he stroked his fingers over her nipple.



“Up for an adventure?” He asked as he slid the straps from her shoulders, tugging the bodice slightly to free her breasts. He cupped her shoulders from behind and pressed her forward as he leaned down to suck and lick at her hardened nipples.



“Lucius!” Hermione clasped the back of his neck and pressed more fully into his mouth. He smiled against her skin, he couldn’t help it. Lucius had never had a partner quite so responsive, quite so eager with so little stimulation.



“Unfasten me Hermione.” He whispered against her as he continued to suckle her breasts.



“In the chair?”



“You said you wanted adventure, we’ll start out slow and work our way up to the real adventures.” Hermione reached between them and unfastened his belt and trousers.



“The real adventures? Should I be afraid?” She asked as she reached inside and freed his turgid length.



“Like I said, we’ll start out slow. Afraid? Oh, yes, you should be very afraid.” Lucius lifted her hips and settled his tip against her, pleased to find her bare beneath the gown. She was aroused already, wet and hot as he pushed up and into her.



“Oh god, Lucius!” She cried out as he filled her.



“It feels better each time I come inside you….” Lucius held onto her hips and began to guide her movements over him. Hermione grabbed hold of the chair’s back for leverage as she lifted and dropped her hips over his. Lucius’s fingers were biting into her hips. He was watching her face, he loved watching her in the heat of passion. Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back. Her lips were parted and she was moaning and whimpering as she was riding him. He was fascinated by the soft jiggle of her breasts as she rocked her body over him.



“I’ve wanted you since the moment you walked out onto the terrace.” She said softly. Lucius felt his stomach tighten at her soft admission. It may have seemed little to anyone else, but for Lucius, it was a major milestone to hear his wife admitting her desire for him so sweetly. “I wanted them to leave, so I could talk you out of your swim trunks…Oh god Lucius it’ so good.”



Lucius began to roll his hips up into her, changing up the pace a bit. His smile was rather smug when Hermione screamed softly and began slamming her hips down onto him, taking him deeper and harder into her body.



“That’s it….take what you need….I’m all yours.” Lucius whispered. He was overcome by her desire, completely mesmerized by the fierce passion exhibited by his little bride. His natural arrogance stroked by hearing her voice her attraction to him.



Her little nails were digging sharply into the back of his neck. He continued the slow, upward roll of his hips, grinding his cock into her as she writhed in his lap.



“Lucius….I need you…..harder…..more…” He did his best to provide her with what she needed. He wasn’t sure he could get any deeper inside her, it was anatomically impossibly. He began to thrust inside her faster and harder. He was astonished by her response, completely undone by the pure, unadulterated lust on her face. He had steered clear of innocents, preferring his liaisons to be held with experienced women, women who knew the games, knew what to expect. He realized that nothing could compare to the response of a woman discovering her sexuality, especially one with an inborn sensuality like Hermione.



He couldn’t take his eyes off of her as she came. Her lips parted with a soft scream as she convulsed around his cock, her body shaking and her eyes rolling back. Lucius couldn’t fight the tight, sucking heat of her spasms and with a hoarse shout, he came inside her in hot wet jets.



Hermione collapsed against her husbands chest, her fingers stroking idly over the back of his neck as she tried to calm down. Lucius was caressing her back and shoulders, sliding the thin straps of the gown back up her arms and covering her breasts.



“If this was a little adventure, I will never survive the big ones Lucius.” Hermione said breathlessly.



“We need to work on your stamina, darling. You take off like a rocket every time I touch you.” He nudged her chin up with his knuckle and kissed her lips softly, his tongue playing lightly with hers as he tasted her.



“I’m never prepared for the intensity of it.” She kissed the bridge of his nose softly and shifted her hips. He was still inside her, though slowly beginning to soften. Lucius reached into his pocket and withdrew a handkerchief. He pressed it between her thighs as he pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants. He shifted her so that she was draped over his lap instead of astride him and nestled her close.



He rested his chin atop her head for a moment. He could come to care for his little wife more than he imagined, and that made him nervous. When you cared, people could use it against you, hadn’t he learned that lesson with Draco and the Dark Lord?



“Well, I think maybe that could be a good thing, then you will never tire of having an old man for a husband.” He said, his mind still turning on his feelings for her. Hermione turned her head to look at him. She reached up and brushed her fingertips over his full, sensual lips and slid them along the side of his face before kissing him gently.



“I couldn’t tire of you, old man or not. I think maybe, as fate would have it , that I was meant to be yours Lucius Malfoy.” She smoothed his hair back where it had become mussed from their play. “I need another shower. Don’t stay up too late, Lucius.” She slid from his lap and left him to his thoughts.



When he climbed into bed a few hours later, he was surprised to find her curled up beneath his blankets, her pink robe tossed over the end of his bed. Apparently his wife didn’t intend to keep separate bedrooms like Narcissa. He slid up behind her and wrapped his body around hers, and smiled, he could get used to this.