An Unwanted Marriage, But An Unexpected Love

An Unwanted Marriage, But An Unexpected Love


Barty cast a silencing charm around the room, not wanting Sirius and Sara-Jane having to listen to his and Hermione’s lovemaking. And it was obviously apparent that Sara-Jane had had the same idea and sense, if the fact he and Hermione could not hear anything coming from the room next door.

He knew Sirius would most likely have forgotten, like he always tended to back in their Hogwarts days. He and Remus would remember having no choice but to listen to Sirius and his latest conquest shagging each others brains out.

This of course is until both he and Remus would get over their embarrassment, and they would remember to cast a silencing charm, in order to block out the impassionate moans and screams.

James would often complain about it, as he and Lily always used a silencing charm, whereas Sirius would be constantly forgetting, and neither one of them knew if it had always been a deliberate action on the canine Marauders part.

Barty then leaned forwards and captured her lower lip between his teeth, gently nibbling on it before suckling it into his mouth. Hermione let out a whimper, as he deepened the kiss and kissed her harder. If there were one thing Barty did with absolute perfection, besides brewing a potion and his study of DADA, then it was kissing, no doubt.

Barty pulled her closer, until he could feel her breasts pressed up against his chest, he moaned when he felt her nipples harden against his chest, through the sheer and flimsy fabric of the babydoll.

He broke the kiss and kissed his way up her jaw, until he reached her ear. He gently suckled her lobe into his mouth and nibbled on the tender skin, causing her to whimper.

He released it with one last lick, before he kissed his way back down her neck, suckling on her pulse point in the process. He could feel her pulse quicken under his tongue, as he happily suckled.

He slowly so as not to startle her begun to slowly hitch the net like material of the babydoll up her torso, until he reached her chest, before gesturing for her to lift her arms in aiding of removing the barely there garment. She complied and lifted her arms above her head, sitting up slightly on the bed, and allowing him to remove the babydoll completely.

He threw it over his shoulder, not having a care as to where it had landed, Hermione felt the same. She was far too aroused to be embarrassed over him observing her fully exposed breasts. She was naked except for the g-string and the stockings.

He eyed her appreciatively, as he shuffled down the bed slightly, in order to be level with her stomach. He placed gentle kisses, licks and nips to her stomach, making arch her back into his touch, and whimper at the sensation of his hot breath fanning against her stomach and navel.

He trailed her tongue up her torso, until he reached her jaw line and suckled, before reaching up to capture her lips in a quick and firm kiss. They broke the kiss for air, breathing heavily.

Barty kissed his way back down from her jaw line to her neck until he reached her breasts. He gently took one of her nipples into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, while his left hand gently cupped her other breast, pinching the nipple betweens his thumb and his index finger.

He then gave her other breast the same attention, as his right hand slowly smoothed down her side and kept going until it reached her inner thighs. He gently caressed her sex through the g-string, as he took as much of breast as he could manage into his mouth and suckled, causing her to whimper as he moaned happily.

He released her breast with an audible sucking and popping sound. He then proceeded to kiss, suckle, and nibbled his way down her torso, until he reached her navel, before dipping his tongue inside and suckling and nipping the skin around the sensitive area.

Hermione practically screamed in a pleasure overload. She never imagined something could feel that heavenly. She whimpered as his hand slowly made its way down the front of and inside of her g-string, caressing her now soaking wet folds. She threw her head back and moaned, as he gently slipped a finger inside of her and swirled it around, pulling it in and out.

He gestured for her to lift her hips, as he removed his finger and begun to slowly slip the scrap of sheer material over her hips and over knees, before pulling them off the rest of the way, and then throwing them over his shoulder out of the way.

Finally he sat back on his heels and took in the fully exposed Hermione, except for the stockings. It was the first time she had been naked in front of him, he decided there and then that it had been well worth the wait, to see such a beautiful and prefect sight.

He leaned forwards leaning over Hermione as he suckled on her lower lip, before coaxing her mouth open with his tongue and kissing her hungrily. He continued to kiss her as he gently slipped a finger inside of her swirling it a round before pulling it in and out.

He added a second finger when Hermione was wet enough to handle two fingers without having to deal with any discomfort. He knew when it finally came down to it, he was going to have to hurt her, and he was not looking forward to inflicting said discomfort, even if it were necessary.

He would try to loosen her up, to the point where there was minimum pain. Sure he would have like to have prevented her from suffering any pain, but he knew that was not possible.

He gently removed his fingers from Hermione, earning a disapproving groan from his wife, making him grin in amusement. He planted nipping suckling kisses on her right inner thigh, before he reached where he really wanted to be.

He teasingly flicked his tongue against her clit, causing Hermione to let out a startled shriek and nearly jumps off of the bed in shock. Barty let out a husky laugh, and teasingly comments “I bet you weren’t expecting that were you love? Not to worry, we’ve got all the time in the world to learn and explore what each likes and wants.”

Hermione looked down at her husband in wide eyed disbelief, as his chin rested on her stomach, as he lazily swirled two of his fingers inside of her, relishing in the feeling of her tight hot wetness against his fingers.

Hermione moaned in pleasure at the sight of her husband suckling her cum off of his fingers. She nearly lost it from the suckling sound he was making, as he teasingly winked at her. She was flushed and her eyes were several shades darker with lust.

He gripped her by the hips, pulling her towards his face, before he buried his face between her legs and proceeded to suckle on her clit in delight. He loved the taste of her, it was intoxicating. He teasingly swirled his tongue inside of her making her stomach tighten, as she screamed in ecstasy.

He lifted her legs over his shoulders and inserted his tongue inch by inch into her until he was in as far as he could go. He plunged said in tongue in and out of her, occasionally nipping and swirling his tongue around. She gripped his hair pulling him closer so he couldn’t pull away, not that he had any intentions of budging until she exploded that is.

He continued to suckle and lap at her pre-cum. And finally he hit that special place in side of her with the tip of his tongue, sending her over the edge. She threw her head back and a screamed as her eyes rolled back into her head in sheer bliss, as her orgasm racked her body, making her shake violently.

He kept suckling until she could take no more, and he had had his fill of her release. He then moved away with one last affectionate and loving lick to her clit.

He then leaned back, panting heavily, as he proceeded to slowly and teasingly slide her stocking down her legs slowly inch by inch. He would kiss and nip and lick every inch of bare skin that was revealed, until he had removed both stockings, leaving her legs and the rest of her body completely open and exposed to him.

He then crawled up the bed towards her to kiss her so she could taste herself on his tongue. They continued to kiss as Hermione shyly begun to finishing unbuttoning his shirt, before pushing it over his shoulders, with only a minor struggle with the sleeves, due to the fact he had rolled them up to his elbows. It soon was off of him completely, with some help from him. He threw it over his shoulders, where it landed on the floor at the side of the bed.

Hermione then reached out with slightly trembling hands to unbutton and unzip Barty’s pants. She then wrapped her legs about his waist, using her feet to push down his trousers taking his underwear with them, which left him in all of his naked glory, right before her eyes for the first time.

Now to say Hermione was impressed would have been a sure understatement. Of course she knew Barty was a beautiful man, surely he had to have been hiding an equally beautiful body under the occasional robe, but mainly that leather jacket, dress shirts and pants of his, which he wore on a regular basis.

It seemed he looked better then she could’ve ever begun to have imagined. His skin was a creamy tanned colour, and was unblemished by acne and other such rashes. He was toned and slender at the same time, and slightly muscular, but not overly so.

Barty positioned himself between her legs. The moment he had waited all of those weeks for, of getting to know each other, and planning their wedding, was finally about to happen. He was about to make love to Hermione, and the best part was that they were husband and wife, and he was going to be her first and only.

Barty gently caressed the side of her face, as he commented “Listen Hermione, I’m not going to lead you on here, by telling you that this won’t at least hurt in some way or other to begin with. But I promise it won’t always be like this, I’ll try to go as slowly and be as gentle as I can.”

Hermione nodded in reply, and tried to relax knowing if she relaxed then hopefully it would not be so difficult. Barty then swirled two of his finger around her still wet sex, before taking said wet fingers and coating his length.

He then took said length and carefully positioned it at her opening before very slowly pushing inch by inch into her, until he reached her hymen, the protective barrier protecting her virginity.

He said in a husky whisper “Love if I continue to go as slow as I currently am going, then it is going to take me longer and cause you more pain then is necessary. I figure it would be easier if I were to push the rest of the way in without stopping, you’ll feel some pain, but it won’t be prolonged if it is gotten over with and out of the way.”

Hermione nodded knowing he was right. Barty smiled at her gently, leaning his forehead against hers, before taking a deep breath and plunging his hips forward in one hard push, burying himself to the hilt, and his hips were resting against hers.

Barty nearly screamed and came right there and then. ‘Holy crap she is tight and hot’ Barty thought in disbelief and complete bliss. Sure he had been with other women, no matter how few, before he had met Hermione, and had lost his virginity at the age of seventeen.

But none of them had been as tight or as hot as his wife. Not even Stephanie had been this tight when he had taken her virginity. Hermione felt beyond incredible.

Barty winced in sympathy, as Hermione cried out in pain, and tensed as she clutched the bed sheets in her fists, until her knuckles were stark white from the force of her grip.

Barty hated to see the few tears that leaked from her eyes, but he knew if he had entered her slowly inch by inch, then it would have been worse, a lot worse, eight painful inches worse at that.

Barty gently rubbed his hand on her stomach in a soothing circular motion, as he gently and lovingly kissed away her tears. God he needed to move so badly, but he would not until she motioned for him to move. This was about her, and not him.

Hermione was suddenly glad he had not messed around by taking her virginity inch by inch, if his size was anything to go by. She had known he was quite big from the brief glance she had gotten as he had coated his length with her release. She had never seen any other males private parts, her husbands was the first and would also be the last. She felt like she had been ripped in half.

A few moments later the pain had been reduced to a lingering dual throb. She experimentally lifted her hips gesturing for him to move. Barty took the hint and slowly pulled out of her until only the tip of his length remained inside of her, before gently pushing back in.

He gently continued to thrust in and out of her, until he had set up a slow steady rhythm. And Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist as he gently thrust in and out of her.

Hermione panted “Faster, Barty, go faster, please.” Barty complied and sped up his trusts, until he had a decent pace going, but he was by no means slamming into her.

Barty rocked against her as he increased his pace again. He leaned forward and kissed her hard, as his tongue slipped passed her lips, entangling with her own.

Hermione broke from the kiss, throwing her head back and moaned, never having imagined anything could feel this good. She almost regretted agreeing with Barty to hold off until then. Almost, but not quite, as the wait had made it even more worth while. If her husband intended to perform like this on a regular basis then the waiting had been well worth it.

Hermione lifted her hips out of instinct, meeting him thrust for thrust as he begun to pound into her. She wrapped her legs around his back as he thrust into her harder and faster.

The only sound in the room was their heavy breathing and panting, moaning, groaning, and the sound of Hermione’s whimpers. As well as the sound of sweat slicked skin meeting sweat slicked skin. And the loud rustling of sheets as they moved, was added to the other various noises throughout the room.

Barty knew she was close, as close as he was in fact. He reached between her legs and pinched her clit as he continued to thrust into her, French kissing her hungrily, as she raked her fingers down his back.

With one last pinch and twist of her clit, Hermione came screaming Barty’s name, as she trembled violently. In the process her own orgasm set off Barty’s own orgasm, when her inner walls squeezed him tightly, almost painfully. And she was so incredibly tight, that it should have been illegal.

Barty threw his head back and with a lust filled growl, followed by a shout of her name, as he spilled himself deep inside of her, his hips jerking frantically as he continued to empty himself until he was spent.

He collapsed on top of her still inside of her, their heavy breathing mingled as their entwined bodies still trembled from their release. He quickly moved his weight off her by rolling over so she lay on top him, with him still buried inside her, and slowly beginning to soften.

Hermione let out a whine of disappointment, as he softened completely, slipping out of her completely. Hermione whimpered at the loss, as he turned them over to rest on their sides facing each other.

They continued to stare at each other, as Barty gently stroked his hand up and down her back. Soon both started to feel the strong pull of sleep. So Barty reached out with the last of his strength and pulled the blanket over them, covering them completely.

They woke several times into the night, making love between short periods of sleep, or ate the chocolate, strawberries and cream, and drank the champagne, wrapped contently in each others embrace.