Changing

CHAPTER TWO:

Draco walked alongside her, his hand resting on the small of her back as they made their way through the hotel lobby. He hit the call button for the lift and waited patiently. He could feel her trembling slightly beneath his hand.

“Are you nervous?” He asked, close enough to her ear that she could feel the soft puffs of his breath as he spoke to her.

“A little.” She said.

“If you don’t want to spend the night with me, its okay, regardless of my history, I would never force you.” He told her as the doors to the lift opened. He waited, giving her a chance to decide if she wanted him or not. She smiled softly, her eyes lowered as she reached for his hand and tugged him into the lift behind her.

Hermione pressed the button to her floor and turned to face Draco. He stepped closer, pressing her back and into the lifts mirrored wall. He clasped her hip in one hand, and slid the other up to cup the back of her head. She closed her eyes, expecting him to kiss her. Instead, she felt his tongue trace her lips, tickling slightly as he learned the soft curves of her mouth.

“Oh…” She gasped softly as she felt her womb contract. Draco saw the advantage presented and slipped his tongue between her lips to lick at hers.

“You taste so sweet.” He whispered, pulling her plump bottom lip between his teeth and suckling gently. He smirked inwardly as her hands drifted from his shoulders to tangle in his hair.

“More.” She muttered as she pressed her lips into his. He kissed her fully, tasting her, exciting them both as he sucked her tongue into his mouth. He let his hands slide down her back as he kissed her, cupping her round bottom in one hand as he slid the other down to cup the back of her thigh, lifting it to curve over his hip. He caressed the soft, rounded flesh of her thigh, loving the lush feel of her beneath his fingers.

“What the…” He felt something firm on the outside of her thigh and pulled back from the kiss. He pushed the hem of her dress up, revealing the lacy tops of her stockings, and her rosewood wand tucked inside. “God that’s sexy…” He said softly. He had thought women only wore stockings like that in movies and magazines, but seeing them on this sexy little witch with her wand tucked inside made him even more aroused, if that were actually possible.

He returned to the kiss, this time though, the passion behind the exchange threatened to send them both up in flames. He barely caught the lift doors as they opened onto her floor, then started to close again. He didn’t want to break the kiss, didn’t want to release her. He opened his eyes long enough to make sure the hall was empty before lifting her into his arms. Her legs automatically went around him, locking at the ankle.

“What room?” He said, letting his lids slide down her neck to suck on the pounding pulse at its base.

“End of the hall…..oh god……last door on the left…..” She was panting, her fingers clutching his head, her nails scraping slightly against his scalp. He stopped a least a dozen times to press her against the wall, grinding his hips into hers. When they finally reached her room, he pressed her into the wall and reached for his wand, fuck the key, magic was faster. When the door opened he practically fell inside with her.

“Draco….” He pressed her into the wall again, slamming the door closed and flicking his wand to lock and ward the entrance. “Oh god, just let me….Put me down, let me just….” Draco let her slide down the front of his body to stand on her own. She was looking up at him, her lips swollen and wet from his kiss, her amber eyes glazed with lust. He shrugged out of his suit jacket, letting it fall to the floor behind him. He pulled a the silky tie around his neck as he took two, slow steps back. He loosened the buttons at his wrists, then started in on the row of tiny disks down the front of his shirt.

“Hurry Hermione.” His voice was a rough whisper that traveled down her spine, making her shiver. She stepped around him and disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door firmly and leaning against it. She closed her eyes tight, giddy excitement accompanied by intense arousal flooded through her body. She reached for the band at the end of her braid and unplaited the long rope of hair. She ran a brush through it lightly, pleased that it didn’t puff up too much. She brushed her teeth, and removed her shoes and stockings and then the dress, leaving her in nothing but a pink lace bra and matching boy short knickers.

Satisfied, she drew in a deep, steadying breath and opened the door. She stepped into her room and gasped when she saw him. He was standing by the window, barefoot and shirtless, his back to her, arms braced against the glass as he looked down at the city below. He looked so….perfect standing there, the moonlight reflected off of his hair, giving him an angelic glow. She stepped closer, she was nervous, she had only ever been with Ron, and it had never been all that wonderful between them.

She reached out tentatively and laid her had against the thick muscles of his shoulders. She trailed her fingers down his spine, thrilling when he let his head fall back as he sighed. She lowered her head, letting the tip of her tongue trace over the tiny bumps along his spine, the scent that clung to him was intoxicating. Her hands slid around his waist and up, her hands curving over his pectorals as she pressed into his back.

“You have a soft touch, love.” He said softly, loving the way her little hands were sliding down across the rippled planes of his abdomen.

“Draco?” He felt her hands tug hesitantly at his belt, so he reached down and unfastened the silver buckle. He handled the button and the zip before returning his hand to the window frame.

“Go ahead, touch me, I beg you to.” Her hands slid into the open front of his trousers. She gasped softly when she touched his uncovered cock. She should have guessed a Slytherin would go commando.

“Wrap your fist around me…” Draco said, groaning when she followed his instructions. He was big, bigger than she had imagined, though she could only claim Ron as first hand knowledge, and he wasn’t nearly this well endowed. She encircled him as best she could, but her fingers would not meet around him. “Slide your hand up, all the way…that’s it…..squeeze the tip….fuck that’s sweet.” He panted and groaned as she stroked him, his head pressed into the glass. He wondered if the people on board the London Eye could see them.

He couldn’t take much more of her soft caress, so he reached down and pulled her hand away, turning to face her.

“You are quite lovely aren’t you?” He said as he looked her over. “Your breasts are amazing.” He said, cupping them in his hands and letting his thumbs slide over her nipples and causing them to peak beneath his touch. He reached around her and deftly unsnapped it, pulling it forward and off, tossing it across the room. “So pretty.” He muttered, bending low to pull one turgid peak into his mouth.

He sucked softly, using his tongue to circle and flick at the responsive little bud until she was writhing and moaning in his arms.

“Damn, I wonder if I could make you cum just sucking your nipples?” He said to himself before lavishing his attentions on the other neglected bud. Her fingers tunneled through his hair, tugging slightly.

“Draco…please.” She whimpered. She was clenching her thighs together, trying desperately to ease the ache between them, and failing, miserably.

“Fuck I love hearing you say my name like that, begging me.” He dropped to his knees before her, letting his tongue wander over the soft curve of her belly, dipping just under the lace edge of her knickers where they rode low on her hips. “I love how soft you are Hermione. Soft and lush, what man wouldn’t want you beneath him, cradling him between those soft thighs.” He tugged at the stretchy lace banding her hips, down over her thighs, as she stepped out of them. He slid his hands up the backs of her legs, his fingers barely skating over her skin.

He could scent her arousal, that sweet musky scent that called to him, told him this woman was ready, and ripe for the taking. He stood and removed his trousers before seating his self on the end of the bed. He took her by the hand and pulled her forward. She looked so sweet, so innocent that it nearly stole his breath. He pulled her to him, using his hands to guide her legs around his hips, straddling him. He kept his feet planted firmly on the floor. Her knees pressed into the mattress on either side of his hips, her soft, round bottom perched atop his thighs.

He looked down, smiling when he saw that she was wide open to him. The soft nest of curls hid nothing as the petals of her sex opened to his gaze. The tight little nub of her clitoris was engorged, begging for him to stroke her. He could easily see the slick moisture of her arousal glistening in the moonlight pouring in from the window.

“Beautiful Hermione, absolutely….” He flicked his finger over her clit, his arm coming around her waist as she practically jumped from his lap. “Easy baby, let me show you…..” Keeping his arm around her waist her urged her to lean back. He grasped his cock in his hand and rubbed the tip slowly up and down between her slick folds, circling her clit, making her whimper and grind her bottom against his thighs.

“Are you ready for me?” He purred, watching her face.

“Yes…oh yes.” She whimpered. He pushed the head inside her slippery entrance and immediately he groaned at the burning heat and tight fisted grab of her sheath around him.

“Damn woman, how long has it been, you are like a fist.” He said, pushing further into her.

“Two years….oh god, please, more!” She cried, her nails digging into his shoulders. He trust up, using his planted feet for leverage, bottoming out inside her. “Bloody hell!” She screamed as he impaled her on that thick, column of flesh between his legs. She was stretched, the fullness of it burning slightly and she involuntarily clamped down around his invasion.

Draco hissed, his fingers digging into her hips.

“No more of that now, or we wont get the chance to really enjoy this.” He said as he pulled back slightly then thrust into her again. He slid his hands around, clasping her ass tight as he guided her movements over him, slow undulations as he thrust into her from below. “That’s it love, just like that.” He sucked and licked at the side of her neck, along her collar bones over the sweet little buds of her nipples. He knew it would feel good to be inside her, but this was ridiculous, he never wanted to stop fucking her, but he wanted to cum so bad he could hardly stand it.

He stood abruptly, lifting her while still impaled on his cock. She wrapped her legs around his hips, her arms tight around his neck as he turned them around and placed her on the bed beneath him.

“Hold on love…” He began thrusting into her, harder and harder. He could feel her heels digging into his ass, her cries echoing in his ears as he pistoned in and out of her time and time again. He ducked his head and captured her nipple, sucking hard and biting down softly. It was enough.

“Draco!” She screamed his name just as he pussy clamped down hard around his cock. He tried to move but she held him too tight. The slick heated walls of her channel milking him, forcing his own orgasm from him. He arched his neck, head back and shouted his release as he flooded her with his seed.

He moved to withdraw but she tightened her arms around him.

“No, stay, please.” She said softly. He rested his head on her chest as she stroked her hands over his sweaty back before stroking through his hair. “I cant believe….I’ve never..oh, it was so good.” She said on a sigh. He smiled, couldn’t help it.

“I’d have to agree with you there” He said, coming up on his elbows to look down at her. “How could I have ever hated you?” He asked as he pushed her hair from her face.

“Children don’t think about the future all that much, they live in the moment. We were victims of the circumstances surrounding us I suppose.” She said, smiling at him.

“You were so tight, so soft…you haven’t been with many men have you?” He asked.

“No, just Ron.” She said. Draco kissed her softly and shifted to her side, pulling her into his arms as he waved his hand and the covers surrounded them. “Handy trick.” She said.

“Pureblood love, old family, we can do wandless magic.” He kissed her shoulder. “So tell me what happened with you and Weasley.”

“Nothing interesting, we just fell out of love. We are still friends though.”

“He must still be an idiot, there is no way in hell I would have let you go.” He tightened his arms around her, and within moments, they were both sleeping soundly.

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