Falling to pieces

He landed on me hard, knocking the breath out of me. We both chuckled as we banged our foreheads. It was not a very romantic move, but reflected the nerves we both had perfectly. He laid there, propped on his elbows, looking into my eyes so deeply. The seriousness on his face brought butterflies to my stomach. He leaned down and placed his lips to my brow, and took in a deep breath. The thought of him taking the time to smell my hair, to take in a part of me, excited me.

I took the opportunity to kiss his jaw, the stubble that grew there tickling my lips. He tilted his head, encouraging me to continue. I kissed and licked my way down his neck. His skin tasted sweet and musky from the cologne he had put on the night before. His hips ground into mine and I could once again feel the bulge, but this time I did not have the fear that caused me to flee. I let myself enjoy it, and enjoyed the arousal it brought to my own body.

I ran my hands down his sides and began pulling his shirt up his body. He leaned back and helped me pull it over his head. I reveled in the beautiful image that was his body. He had filled out quite nicely the last few years. The only flaws were the scars caused by Harry's Sectumsempra curse. They ran the length of his chest and across his ribs. The current position caused his abs to flex in the perfect way. I ran my fingers down them, over the ripples, and stopped hesitantly at the waist band of his pants. Thankfully he sensed my nervousness and took over.

He leaned down and reclaimed my lips in a fiery kiss. Our tongues fought for dominance. His hand reached down and lightly brushed along my breast. I arched my back into his touch, urging him to continue. He firmly grasped onto it, rubbing his thumb across my hardened nipple. I bit my lip to hold back my moans. He ran his hand down my stomach and pulled my shirt up, just under my bra. His lips found my navel and swirled his tongue around it. He splayed kissed all over my stomach and slowly worked his way up towards my breasts.

He looked at me, silently asking to continue. I went for the shock value and sat up enough to pull my shirt over my head, throwing to it to the ground. I started to grab my bra and he stopped me. He replaced my hands with his and swiftly unclasped my bra. He pulled it slowly, almost tortuously down my arms and discarded it with my shirt. He stared down at me, taking in the sight of my body. I started to feel self conscience, as if maybe something was wrong with me. And then he sighed heavily and ran his tongue between the valley of my breasts ending at my earlobe.

“You are gorgeous, Hermione.” He whispered in my ear right before flicking his tongue along my ear lobe. I grabbed onto his hair and pulled his face closer to my neck. He bit down hard, sucking my skin between his teeth. He made his way slowly back down to my breasts. Taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking hard, caused me to gasp loudly. I felt him smile against my chest and continue his assault. He paid equal attention to both of my breasts, sucking, biting and licking his way into getting me completely wet.

I had fooled around with boys before, but nothing like this. I had experimented with myself, but again had never gotten this aroused. I was surprised at how wet my knickers were, and he hadn't done anything crazy yet. As if he could read my mind he began to reach his hands into my pants. Finding them too tight, he began to unbutton them. He slowly pulled them down my body, discarding them with the rest of the clothes. He looked to me again, asking permission. I smiled the most devilish smile I could think possible and he mirrored it as he kissed my chest again.

I thought I would die as he slowly ran his finger along my folds through my knickers. I knew he could feel how wet I was, as I had soaked completely through them. He continued his slow assault on my knickers, making me grind into his hand. He then slipped his finger into the waistband of knickers and teasingly ran it from side to side.

“Please.” I whispered, begging him to stop torturing me.

He swiftly pulled my knickers down. I thought nothing could feel better then his fingers teasing me through my knickers. But he proved me wrong as his finger was now able to penetrate them and brush my clit. The sensation that washed over me was overwhelming. Suddenly his finger dove into me, going so deep I was overcome with pleasure. I grasped his hand and held it there, fearful he would remove it. He started to move it, drawing moans from me. He inserted another and I thought I would split in two. He kissed me hard, muffling my moans. His tongue moving in unison with his fingers, driving me to insanity. An unfamiliar feeling began building in my stomach. I felt as if I would explode.

And then I did. He held his fingers still, making sure my orgasm would not fade. He kissed me one last time and sat back on his heels, removing his fingers. I looked at him through heavy lids and saw his lust filled eyes. What he did next almost made me scream. He raised his fingers to his face, first taking in the scent and then inserting them into his mouth, sucking all of my juices from them. I had never seen anything so erotic in my life and it turned me on beyond belief.

I sat up and unbuttoned his pants, and reached in and grabbed his erection. It was bigger than I was expecting and a sudden nervousness filled me. But the feeling of it in my hand was turning me on even more, and I could my juices sliding down onto the mattress. He grabbed my hand and pulled it away. I was about to get upset until he stood up and finished removing his clothes. He slowly lowered himself back on top of me, his hardness pressing into my thigh. He looked at me in an intense way, and I smiled to him.

“Have you done this before?” He asked me, a worried look on his face.

“No.” I whispered, hating that he had stopped kissing me, touching me, everything. I didn't want to talk about this. I wanted to do it and get that first step out of the way. But his concern touched me.

“I don't want to hurt you. Or take something that....” I silenced him with my finger. I pulled him down to kiss me.

“Stop talking. Stop thinking. Just take it, take me. I'm yours.” I whispered against his lips. He growled and kissed me hard. I could taste a muskiness on his tongue and realized it was me. The thought would have previously grossed me out, but now it turned me on to the point of speechlessness. He pressed himself into my thigh a few times, building the moment up. He grabbed me behind my knees and drew my legs against his hips. This allowed me to open wider for him, giving him better access.

He grabbed himself and slowly lead his head to my opening. I got a slight rock in my stomach, suddenly getting nervous. He slowly slid inside of me, almost tortuously slow. He stopped at my barrier, giving me one last chance to stop. When I kissed him harder, silently giving him permission to break through, he pushed passed it. The pain was indescribable. As he moved in further, burying himself all the way into me, the pain began to subside.

He stayed still for a moment, giving me the opportunity to adjust to him. When he began to move, slowly in and out, the pleasure began to build inside of me again. The feeling from earlier returned and I moaned in pleasure. He pulled back to look at me. Looking him in the eye as he moved above me was the most sensual experience of my life. It felt like he was staring into my soul. He bit his bottom lip and he began to move even faster.

I grabbed his hip as he began to hit a sensitive spot inside of me. I threw my head back, exposing my neck. He took the opportunity and began biting down on my skin. The explosion began to build inside of me again. The feeling caused me to moan loudly. He growled against my neck.

“So close.” He whispered. His pace quickened and for the second time my explosion hit. I could feel my juices coat him, and noticed how much easier he moved inside of me. The feeling was too much for him and he followed quickly after me. I could feel him pulse as he exploded inside of me. He collapsed on top of me, making it hard for me to breath.

We both fought to catch our breath. My legs trembled against his hips and I finally lowered them. I had never been so exhausted in my life. His breath was hot against breasts and his hair tickled my chin. He lifted his head and looked at me. I smiled, and dropped my head back. He slowly rolled off of me and onto his back.

“Sorry I didn't... last.... longer.” I chuckled, instantly realizing he might assume I was laughing at him. I rolled onto my side, propping my head on my hand. He had taken it wrong, he wouldn't look at me.

“I don't know if I would have been able to take much more. You lasted fine.” I said in a light hearted voice, hoping he would understand. He smiled, staring at the ceiling. “Next time will be easier, it won't be so new.” I shocked him, I noticed his eyebrows arch. I shocked myself with such a bold statement. I assumed this would happen again and it scared me. A million thoughts ran through my head. What if he didn't want to do this again? What if I looked like a slut now? Was this a one night stand thing?

“Thank you.” His statement took me by surprise. What could he be thanking me for, he had done all the work. “I was hoping this wasn't a one time thing. I was hoping I could give you a better performance.” I smiled inside and out. It wasn't a one time thing for him. He wanted me again? It scared me and excited me at the same time. “My first was not the best, I wanted to make sure yours was. It didn't hurt too much did it?” His concern touched me.

I shook my head. I inched my way to him and laid my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around my back, his hand on my butt. I placed my hand on his chest, feeling his Sectumsempra scar under my finger. He placed a soft kiss on my temple and sighed contentedly. I felt myself drifting off, and could barely make out his words.

“Happy.....” is all I could hear.