Dreaming of You

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Chapter Four


Hermione didn’t fall asleep so much as she allowed her mind to drift off. The orgasm she had experienced had been, for the lack of a better term, mind blowing. She didn’t come around until she felt a gentle tugging at her pubic hairs. Looking down, she saw as Lucius studied the neatly trimmed hair. True, it was slightly longer than she usually kept it, but since she figured that she had no one to impress that this wasn’t a problem.


“I’ve become accustomed to seeing witches with little to no hair between their legs,” he said casually, kissing her belly and looking up into her whiskey colored eyes. He ran his index finger up and down the middle of her pubic hair, caressing the seam of her sex at the same time. “I find that I like it as you have it here.”


Hermione shivered as his fingers delved deeper along her inner labia. “Please…I want to touch you…Lucius!”


“Hmm, are you familiar with the art of fellatio?” he asked her, making her laugh quietly.


“Very much so,” she murmured, sitting up. “Your turn.” She patted the sofa. “Come along with you.”


He got up and as he passed her, Lucius captured her mouth in a long languid kiss. Soon she was straddling his lap, slowly gyrating her hips so that her sex was humping his thigh. She felt as his hands ran up and down her back, as she ran her nipples over the hair on his chest.


“Hmm, Lucius,” Hermione purred, as she laid him back onto the sofa where she had been lying down. Her eyes ate him up slowly, as she was licking at her lips with an air of a cat about to eat the canary. She lowered her head and nuzzled his ear. “You, sir, were hiding quite a bit over the years.”


He frowned until she stroked his girth with her small exploring hand. Her thumb ran across the weeping head of his cock, nearly causing his eyes to cross. Hermione chuckled softly against his neck at the giddy power she was feeling in that moment.


“Quite a bit in deed,” she murmured, moving down to one of his flat nipples. She traced it with her tongue. “Tell me, are you bisexual?”


“No,” he gasped at the feel of her dexterous tongue pulling at the small nubbin until it went hard. “Why?”


“Remus, though an excellent lover, preferred men as I found out when I found him fucking Bill Weasley,” she murmured, but let out a disappointed sigh. “And are you married still?”


“Divorced,” he hissed, as she traced open mouthed kisses to his belly button.


She took up his hands, looking down into his molten silver eyes. “I have never asked much from my lovers. Perhaps this is a mistake on my part? Maybe if I had been greedier or more demanding I wouldn’t have found them fucking anyone else?”


“Severus cheated on you?” he asked, puzzled.


“I caught him fucking Tonks,” she told him. “He said we didn’t have a commitment and as such he could and would fuck who he wanted. In a way I understood, but I was still naïve enough to think that if we fucked it meant love and commitment.” She put his hands over onto the arm of the sofa much as he did, but stopped and studied his eyes as she told him. “I know this fucking doesn’t mean as much to you as it will to me, but…” She cleared her throat. “But can you at least pretend that it…that I…mean something more than a convenient shag?”


Lucius sat up, taking her arms and pinning them behind her body and pressing her chest against his own. “I will do more than that.” Hermione gasped as he buried his cock into her slick channel. “Fucking is too placid a word for what we will be doing. I will consume you, take you to heaven and hell, and have you begging for more. There will not be a part of you that won’t be tasted, touched, or both by me. When you leave me, if you can move at all, you will be covered in my sweat and my cum. You won’t be able to speak as you will be too hoarse to do so.” He caught her by her hair. “What say you now, witch?”


“You talk too much,” she hissed, making him laugh as he took her mouth hungrily with his own.


Hermione yanked one of her arms away from him, wrapping it around his neck as she began to move up and down on his shaft. Lucius stilled her, growling, “Greedy witch.”


“I’ll not be the only one hoarse and covered in sweat and cum,” she muttered, nipping his ear. “I want…I need…you…now.”


As if those were the words he needed to hear, he spun her around to the lounge, putting both of her legs over his shoulders, and pounded into her. The only thing that could be heard from them was panting, grunts, and the slapping of flesh against flesh. But it ended all too soon for the both of them. Not long after, Hermione felt herself being pulled down to the floor with Lucius, but was too content to protest.


“That was…a lovely start,” she panted.


“True,” he murmured, hearing her disappointed mewing as he pulled out from her. “It took…the edge…off beautifully.”


“Lucius?”


“Hmm?”


Rolling him to his back she asked, “When can I suck your cock?”


He grinned, as he replied, “I’m available anytime.”


Smiling she kissed her way down his body, nipping at the skin just below his happy trail made him jolt. She lapped at the bite mark, making him shiver. Hermione kissed her way down to between his legs, nuzzling him between his thigh and balls. She let out a satisfied sigh at the sight of him hardening at her touches.


“You have a beautiful cock,” she murmured, taking it into her hand and licking up the underside. “Beautiful and strong and…” Her smile grew. “And don’t let idiots tell you any differently, bigger is better. Not cunt ripping big, but nice and thick.” She licked at the weeping seam at the head of his cock. “Mmm, you even taste good.”


“Witch,” he growled.


“Hush now,” she murmured. “You had your turn and you’ll have it again. But for now…” Hermione traced a throbbing vein in his cock with her tongue, making him shiver hard. “It’s time for this witch to explore her brand new toy.” When he let out a growl, she went back up to his mouth kissing it lightly. “Did I upset you with my wording?” She combed his hair away from his face.


“I just wish you would get on with it, witch,” he muttered. “To quote my new paramour, ‘you talk too much’.”


Laughing she moved back down his body. She looked up into his dark silver eyes as she took the head of his cock into her hot, wet lips. Little by little she took him into her suckling mouth until she was orally fucking the entirety of his length. Up and down, he shuddered at the artful movement of her tongue as well as well timed gentle scraping of her teeth along his girth. His hands went to her wild mane of hair, his fingers gripping into her steadily moving head. Lucius couldn’t even vocalize when he came, but gasped as he gripped onto her for dear life. He sagged back to the floor, panting as she cleaned him up and sat back on her heels as she watched him.


“Lucius?” she purred.


“What, witch?”


“How many rooms are in the manor?”


He thought it over, but asked, “Why?”


“It’s just that with so many rooms with countless beds it puzzles me that we are on the floor.” She curled up on top of him, pressing her face into the crook of his neck. “It doesn’t matter. I have you.”


Hermione drifted off to sleep never feeling his arms going around her like iron bands or his hoarse reply of, “That you do, poppet. That you do.”


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