The End Is The Beginning Is The End

Hermione should have sent him from her room.  It would have been.  It would have been safest, not just for her, but for him.  After all, she doubted the person holding her captive would appreciate her next actions.

Maybe it was because she was lonely.  Maybe it was because she wanted to be treated kindly, and he thus far showed her kindness. 

Either way, Hermione acted purely on instinct.

She closed the distance between them and boldly pressed her mouth to his.  His lips were soft, a little thin, and...absolutely wonderful.

There was some resistance.  He placed his hands on her shoulders, as if to push her away, but then they dropped to cup her bottom.

She actually felt like giggling. 

They were like two kids, playing a kissing game and fearful that an adult might walk in and catch them.  Only the risk was much higher than a slap on the wrist or time out, it was death, and they weren't planning on stopping at kissing.

Hermione ground her hips against his, seeking friction, and coming up against his stiff cock.  His hands roamed freely over her body, touching everywhere: her back, her breasts, her hair.  She thrust his tongue into his mouth and he let out a startled muffle before pushing her onto her back. 

While she was pinned down, he panted, and she thought, for a moment, she glimpsed something else behind those eyes but it was gone too quickly for her to analyze.

He peeled away his clothes, and then eased his cock inside of her wet cunt.  She groaned in agony, and released a sigh of pleasure when he was completey inside her.

One thrust, two thrusts, and then he suddenly flipped over, so that she was riding him  'I want to feel you on top of me,' he whispered.

Her cheecks flushed bright red.  She'd never done this before, and she was too afraid to admit that.  Too embarassed.

Curiosuly, she rocked back and forth, and was immediately flooded with waves of pleasure.  Shyness gone, she began to rock frantically against him, rolling her hips so that her clit hit that special part of his pelvis that made everything magic.

Her tits bounced up and down, and when her orgasm hit her, she shook her head franticaly, as if to deny it, but he caught her lips in his.  But it didn't finish there.

Still on his back, he began to frantically thrust his hips up, making sure to cum inside of her just as she collapsed onto his naked chest. 

For several minutes they lay that way, neither one talking. 

She was too afraid too.

He curled up behind her and stroked her hair.

'You should rest,' he whispered in her ear, 'I will be here when you wake.'

And Hermione did just that.

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