Happenstance

The bathtub in the master ensuite could double as a swimming pool. Hermione pinned up her hair and climbed into the hot, foaming water. The scent of jasmine and mulled wine swirled decadently around her. She padded to the middle of the tub before sinking down to her chin. Draco drifted over to her, a silver salver floating alongside him. He offered her a cup of the spiced claret, which she accepted with a smile.

“Do you ever get used to wallowing in luxury?” Hermione inquired, sipping and sighing. Tension melted from her shoulders and she flexed her toes as she flushed pink. When her host had suggested they bathe before dinner she had been expecting a prosaic shower. Draco flicked a lock of hair off his face, slicking it back with a wet hand. The fine strands clung to his skull making him look like a Greek statue; Ares if she recalled correctly though Eros would have been more appropriate.

“I never wallow.” Draco chided gently, setting his cup down on the salver. He picked up his wand to cast a Bubble-Head charm before sliding under the foam. Hermione felt his approach as water displaced by the charm moved across her skin. His hands brushed over her thighs and she parted them to allow him access. A blush not solely from the hot water coloured her cheeks.

Draco took his time, making currents to caress her as he teased. He liked having her whole attention. Feeling wanton, Hermione poured herself another cup of mulled wine then slid a hand under the pink-tinted foam to toy with her breasts. She was quite at ease with this. So at ease, she wondered why. Was she falling in love with him?

There was something between them. But it was too soon for love. Hermione did not think of herself as a romantic. She’d had dreams, fantasies as any young woman did but most of them had popped like soap bubbles. This was not the time to start looking at life through rose-tinted glasses. She needed a level head to deal with Draco.

Be sensible, Hermione told herself then his tongue swirled over her clit and sensible melted. She put her cup down on the tray but did not pour herself another drink. The wine was going to her head. She would let herself have a casual affair then when they had wrapped up the Plan, she would part from him amicably. Sensibly.

Hermione licked her lips, tasting cinnamon as her breath quickened. She moaned softly. Bracing her hands on the bottom of the tub she lifted her hips and Draco took his cue to slide two fingers into her. His thumb made lazy circles over her clit as he stroked. She could feel his erection rubbing against her leg. Bubbles tickled her nose, the air heady with jasmine. She could be in an Ottoman seraglio though Draco was certainly not qualified to serve in the harem.

What was that word that meant male harem? Hermione thought erratically as he kissed his way up her body. Selama? That sounded right but her mind drifted to ‘hide the salami’ and she half-laughed and half-gasped. Draco’s hands curled around her buttocks, lifting her onto him. His stiffness felt molten hot, igniting her as she sank down to his hips. She arched and sent water splashing out of the tub to spill across the marble floor.

They thrust and slithered through the water, making a cascade of waves as soap slick skin slipped against porcelain. Hermione heard a muffled curse when Draco bumped his head against the edge of the bath. As romantic as it was, making love underwater had its complications. She reached down and pulled him up. As his head crested the foam she kissed him tasting jasmine and Merlot.

Draco returned her kiss with heat. He guided her to the tiled edge and slid behind her. Clasping his hands over hers on the tub’s rim, he pushed his dick back inside her before she had time to remember. They had not had sex with her on her knees before. Hermione usually shied from that position. It had too many bad memories from the werewolf. But two glasses of wine on an empty stomach and the reflection of them in the bathroom mirror calmed her.

Her nipples hardened as she rubbed across the cool tiles then the rhythm of their coupling sent splashes across her breasts. Hot and cold, hot and cold until all Hermione could feel as an insistent tingling throb. She made an inarticulate sound of arousal.

Hermione risked closing her eyes as he stroked. He was hot and demanding, his fingers weaving with hers so all she felt of him were his hands and his maleness. Her heart beat in her chest like a bird in a cage. It was in her mind to stop, she almost asked him to withdraw even as she writhed against him but then he thrust across a deliciously sensitive place and she lost all thought as she climaxed.

He felt her tension as a vice grip around him. Draco groaned aloud as Hermione’s inner walls fluttered against him. He had wanted to hold out, to prolong this but her heat and the steamy bath took his control away. He came hard deep inside her groaning again. His hands slid up her arms hugging her to him. He could not get enough of the witch.