A Theatre of Sex

She grasped the base of his cock, making his entire body quiver, and drew him right to the hilt.

Her mouth fell open. His rigid member filled her to the deepest core, stroking the very essence of her.

Draco, on the other hand, was swimming. She was so hot…so tight…

He fell down into her arms, bracing himself on the backboard, and then he started to move.

“Oh…God…” he bit out as waves of ecstasy washed over him.

Draco kept his thrusts short, not wanting it to end before it even began.

“Deeper…faster…” came Hermione’s voice, egging him on.

Her legs tightened around his waist, drawing him down to the hilt. She let out a long moan, feeling him in places no man had even been. She wasn’t a virgin, having given that up the previous year to a bumbling virginal Ronald Weasley. They had fun, but it was nothing compared to this…

Her thoughts cut short as Draco increased his tempo, stroking her heat and making their climax come quicker.

Fuck…he thought as the ball of pleasure built in his gut. He barely even notice her clawing at the sheets on the bed. All he could notice was her hips bucking up to meet his groin.

Their moans, groans and slapping of flesh mingled together in the quiet of the room as he pounded her harder and faster. Her pulsating wall gripped them in her and refused to let him go without a fight.

“Draco…I—” Hermione started, but couldn’t finish.

Her orgasm exploded in her body, taking her completely by surprise. His name ripped its’ way out of her chest in a satisfying shriek as she reached completion. Immediately, her walls clamped down on his member, increasing the pressure.

He fucked her through her climax, making her cum and cum once more. Within three hard strokes, he came, his juices coating her slick passage. He groaned, feeling his orgasm from the very base of his spine as a new coat of sweat covered his entire body.

Draco hissed her name out from clenched teeth, his hips bucking in the aftermath. Finally, he was spent, and collapsed onto her body, his face nuzzling her neck.

“Am I crushing you?” he asked, his voice rough and lusty.

“Mmm…no…” Hermione returned softly, her own voice laced with tiredness.

“Good…because I’m going to fall asleep on you.” He warned jokingly.

Hermione laughed softly as he pressed a soft kiss on the lobe of her ear.

Shifting slightly, Draco rolled so he spooned her body. And, each of them letting out a long sigh, fell asleep in a mass of tangled limbs.