Restless

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Oh Merlin, could this man kiss!


He put all other kisses she had ever experienced to shame. Goddess, where had he learned to kiss like that? She felt as if her bones were melting. How was it possible to become so overwhelmed by a mere kiss? His mouth kept coming back for more, tasting, teasing, his tongue slipping in and out, teasing hers to do the same. She moaned into his mouth, giving into the feelings that were beginning to overwhelm her. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer wanting to feel the heat and hardness of his body pressed against hers.


He broke the kiss and went straight to her ear, licking, sucking, and biting. Oh good Gods, the ear move again, her body was being consumed by flames of desire, she wanted, no needed more of him.


He wedged his thigh between hers, her soft flesh giving so sweetly until he could feel her arousal hot and wet on his leg. He pulled back and cupped her face in both hands. Her silky skin was warm against his palms. He let his thumb sweep over that tempting bottom lip and stepped in closer so that with each of her ragged breaths the hardened tips of her breasts brushed his chest.


He pressed his body flush with hers, leaned down and claimed her mouth again. This kiss was full of possession, telling her with both lips and tongue she was his, right here, right now. He lifted her up by her thighs, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist. His erection pressed to the center of her ache. He felt rock hard against her. She rocked her pelvis tentatively sliding her heat along his hardened length. Oh his smell, his touch, his taste. She wanted to swim and lose herself in all things Malfoy.


He had intended to play with her just a wee bit. He certainly hadn’t been expecting this response quite so soon but as soon as her lips opened to his he couldn’t think beyond that molten kiss. Then all bets were off as soon as her sweet mound rubbed against his thigh confirming she was wet for him. His cock throbbed when she’d clasped those legs around his waist and she thrust that sweet little cunt against his pulsing hardness, he thought he would explode on the spot.


He slid his hands under her bottom, carried her in through his doorway, and laid her down onto his bed.


“Mine, Princess, you’re mine.” he growled in a low husky voice.


Kissing along her jaw line, he unbuttoned her robes, and then tore open her blouse, buttons bouncing against the floor and walls. He brought his hands up to her hair, sliding his fingers in, he tightened his hold, sending little sparks down her spine when he tugged her head to the side, and began nibbling a trail across the soft flesh of her throat. Every nip and stinging bite he soothed with his tongue.


He sucked and licked his way across her collarbone then over the swells of her breasts. His hands trailing down her arms then around her waist to finally caress her breasts.


She felt his thumbs graze her nipples and a small ‘oh’ escaped her lips.


“That’s it, let go and just feel,” his voice low and soft against her soft flesh.


Suddenly, his large hands cupped and squeezed her breasts together roughly. The feeling was oh so . . . Her hips pressed up towards him. She was desperate to relieve this growing ache. She couldn’t get close enough. She wrapped her legs around him tightly drawing his hips against hers. She tore at his shirt desperate to feel his bare skin pressed against her.


He popped open the clasp of her bra and pushed it over those lovely, creamy, pink-tipped breasts. He squeezed one breast enjoying the feel of the soft, plump flesh in his palm. He bent down to swirl his tongue around her nipple, sucking hard at the tip. His tongue licked a languid trail of moisture to her other breast and began the same dance, sucking then biting sharply. Hermione opened her eyes with a gasp.


She drank in the sight of him. He was so beautiful; his hair tumbled across his brow. He was bared from neck to waist, his muscles lovingly painted by shadows and moonlight.


He reached around his back and gently unwrapped her legs from his body and lay on his side next to her. His eyes were molten silver as they locked gazes; he stared down at her and slowly unzipped her skirt. He tugged it down and peeled off her drenched knickers. Never breaking eye contact, she lay back staring up at him in glorious abandon. Her unruly hair spilled across his pillow in a cascade of curls.


Fuck! She was perfection, petite, curvy and all his.


Draco’s mouth went dry, she was more delectable than he imagined. He ran his hands up her thighs to her hot, damp center pushing her legs open. “Open for me Princess. Let’s see how wet you are for me.”


He dipped his fingers into the delicate folds. She was slick with desire. Fuck, he could smell her arousal, a dark, spicy scent that he knew he would have to taste. He positioned himself between her legs, cupped her bottom with his hands then leaned his head down to inhale her sweet honeyed scent.


“Mmmm, I’m going to taste that sweet cunt.” Without warning, his head sunk down to lick at her hot, silken folds then suck at her sweet little nub.


Hermione eyes widened, she couldn’t believe what he was doing, where he was licking. She choked back a scream, arched her back and grasped his hair, pulling hard. He reared up a wicked smile dancing across his face. He pried her hands from his hair, grasped her small wrists firmly in one hand and held them against her stomach. He dove down again to taste more of her honey.


Hermione was lost . . . lost . . . lost in sensations.


She had never felt such intense pleasure. She bucked and groaned in abandon. Draco let go of her wrists and she clenched at the sheets for something to hold on too.


Draco gave her clit a light, sucking kiss to reward her for not grabbing his hair again then let his lips and tongue play over her. He brought his hands up pulling her plump, glossy nether lips apart with his thumbs.


His breath caught at the sight. Her succulent folds glistened with her arousal, drawing his greedy tongue. He took his time licking and sucking along her cleft. He moved his free hand to her channel carefully dipping in one finger then two, feeling her tight, hot, slickness. Crooking them, he slid along the inner wall until he hit the spot that made her scream... She clenched against his fingers and he knew she was close.


“Come for me,” he whispered, thrusting his fingers in and out of her then leaned forward to suck hard on her clit.


She was beyond all thought; all she could do was ride the approaching wave she knew would pull her under. Suddenly he bit down on her clit and she cried out his name shooting into oblivion, stars dancing behind her lids.


Draco rose up slowly pulling her into a deep, long kiss letting her taste her sweet ambrosia... She felt her body slowly come down from the bliss he had given her. Draco then pulled away. She made a move as if to roll off the bed and he grabbed her wrist.


“We’re not done.”


“We’re not?"


“Not by a long shot, Kitten.” His smile a little wicked as he moved his body above hers then took a wrist in each hand; he rolled her on top of him until she straddled his hard thighs. He dragged her hands up over his thighs until they palmed his very hard, throbbing cock. He moved his hands back to cushion his head and stared at her waiting to see if she understood.


Hermione smiled shyly, shrugged out of what remained of her clothing then cupped and squeezed him gently through his trousers. He gasped.


She looked up, eyes wide, “Did I hurt you?”


“No. I like what you are doing.” He settled back and watched as she unzipped his trousers with trembling fingers. She pulled his trousers and boxer briefs down his hips and thighs freeing his large, thick, cock.


She was mesmerized. So that’s what it looked liked she mused. She bit her bottom lip nervously and looked at Draco.


“Touch me. Kiss me. Suck me Princess,” he commanded, leaving no room for discussion. A shiver of delight passed through her at the way he said Princess, so possessive, so dark.


She could feel her heart pounding so hard it felt as if it would fly out of her chest. She bent down inexpertly and tentatively running her fingers along the silken skin. Pearly drops glistened off the tip. He was so big, so hard, and yet somehow velvety soft at the same time.


She looked at him questioningly. “I’ve . . . uh . . . never . . .”


He smirked lightly; he had so much to teach her. He took her hand in his and wrapped it around his length, showing her how hard and fast to grip and squeeze from base to tip. He rasped to her, “Put your mouth around the head and suck the tip.”


"I understand," she whispered her lips so close to that glistening tip. Smiling shyly when her words blew gently over his swollen head, sending a shiver down his thighs. He fisted himself and guided his cock to rub along her bottom lip. She lapped at a dewy drop on the thick head. He tasted salty, slightly bitter, his scent heady. Hermione moved her head down wanting to feel more of his length in her mouth. She wrapped her lips around him and sucked, hearing him gasp sharply. She felt a surge of desire and power. She sucked harder and took him deeper into her mouth, listening to him make lovely moans to the rhythm she set.


Oh, fuck, Draco thought, she was a natural. He watched her avidly not wanting to miss one moment of seeing that soft, red mouth wrapped around his cock, her face damp and flushed with exertion. He moved his fingers into her hair, gently moving her head up and down to help set the pace that would bring him best to satisfaction. Her mouth moved in perfect sync with his thrusts. He could feel pressure begin to build.


Hermione watched him under her lashes as she tasted and touched him. His cheeks flushed, nose flared, those beautiful lips forming a perfect “O.” She grew damp at his beauty.


He could feel himself begin to climax; he tensed his fingers into her hair, signaling to her that he was close. She wasn’t sure what to expect but she wanted to give him the same pleasure he had given her. She sucked, rubbed harder and felt his body tighten.


“Hermione,” he groaned as he spasmed into her mouth. Unsure, she drank him in as deeply as she could. Continuing to suck coaxing sparks and shudders from him long after he had finished.


Ah, fuck, he'd never cum like this. He kept releasing himself into her throat, feeling her swallow and savoring the idea that she'd taken a part of him into herself.


Feeling him slowly deflate, she slid her lips down his length and kissed the tip.


He motioned to her, pulling her towards him and whispered, “Come here.”


He wrapped his arms around her possessively so she was nestled against his side. He buried his nose into her soft curls and ran his fingers down her arm to her fingertips, lacing his fingers through hers.


“Mine,” he whispered and tucked her more tightly against him.


Deliciously spent, they let sleep over take them.


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