Dream

Ch. 8

The chauffer picked them up and drove the short distance to Draco’s flat, yet they barely noticed the traffic they encountered. When they pulled up, Draco could hardly keep his hands off her bottom as they walked up to the door. The elevator ride to his penthouse suite was steamy to say the least, making them all the more eager to get to his bedroom. Upon exiting the elevator, she could barely walk, and had to use the wall to balance herself.

She was being braced by the wall as he took her mouth relentlessly. The only thing she was able to do was taste him. If sins could be eaten, she was stuffing herself silly.

He moved from her mouth to her neck. That brought out the noises that he had been waiting a lifetime to hear. She was moaning as his hands began roaming around her body as if he had known it all of his life.
He led her to his bedroom and began to kiss her in earnest. He had to have her.
She was going to have him tonight. She needed him as he needed her.

He led her to his bathroom, and began to run water for a shower. They both needed a shower after the day’s work and he needed her to be hot and wet for him. He slowly walked over to her and began to remove small articles of clothes while she stood as still as a statue, absorbing the sensations he gave her.
“I don’t think you need to wear these earrings while you are taking a shower. I would hate for you to lose one.” He kissed her ears and neck as he removed them and placed them on the sink.
“You don’t need those shoes as well. You could slip, and that wouldn’t be good.” He said as he began rubbing her legs and removing her shoes.
“That dress has to go, too. It would only be in my way.” He began to remove her dress with a diabolical look in his grey eyes.
Soon, she stood in front of him naked. He was in a state of shock and lust that he had never felt before in his life.

“You can’t take a shower in your clothes either.” She walked slowly over to where he was standing, and began to undress him.
Starting with the small things just as he did to her, she removed his tie first. Next came his jacket and dress shirt. Moving achingly slow, she continued the torture until he was naked from the waist up. She had to have her hands on his chest. It was as perfect as she dreamed it would be. As she began caressing his chest, he had to, no, needed to touch her as she was touching him.
“What about that shower,” he croaked.

She didn’t say a word, but stepped into the stream of warm water and began to lather up her unruly hair. Seeing her all lathered up and soapy was almost too much for him to take. Watching the water stream off of her body, he quickly and unceremoniously stripped off his pants and boxers so he could join her. He felt like a horny teenager who was about to get laid for the first time.
He stood close behind her allowing her to feel how much he wanted her. She leaned back into him as he washed her hair for her. The sooner he could get her to his bed, the better for both of them.
Quickly washing the soap from their bodies, he exited the shower to prepare things for her.

Wrapped only in a towel, he made his way to his bedroom, setting the mood with candles. He was going to make sure she would never forget. While he was in the middle of lighting the candles surrounding his fireplace, she came out of the bathroom. He heard her gasp in appreciation, but he couldn’t decide whether it was the room or his body. He was hoping for the latter, but beggars cannot be choosers.

He came over to her and picked her up. “I’ll make this one night we can both remember.”
Placing her gently on his four poster bed, he removed her towel, and began to slowly kiss her brains out. He liked this feeling more and more with each passing minute. She soon began to kiss him back with just as much enthusiasm as he was showing, and that made his world turn upside down.
Soon, she began to move restlessly. He couldn’t resist saying, “What’s the matter, Sweetheart? Am I not doing this right?”
Whimpering in disappointment, she was finally able to voice her opinion breathlessly. “Why am I lying here naked, but you are still in your towel?”
“Always willing to please a lady.” He said with an arrogant smile as the towel dropped to the floor.
“Oh, my goodness.” Was all she was able to say. He was longer and quiet a bit wider than she thought he would be. She wondered if she would be able to take him.
He smirked with pride. He knew that he had a lot to offer a woman, but it never displeased him to hear someone as beautiful as Hermione say it.
The smirk disappeared, however, when he finally was able to really observe her in the candle light. The golden light bounced off of what looked like red and gold highlights mixed into her hair. Her eyes glowed with an ethereal light that made her look unreal. He couldn’t even begin to look at the rest of her. If he did, he didn’t know if he could be gentle, and she deserved gentleness.
“Damn, Hermione, you are truly beautiful, a work of precious art.”
“I try.” She said as they both enjoyed a moment of laughter.
“So will I,” he said with a hint of lust that changed the mood completely.

He set the tone and pace of the night, and he wanted to go slow. They began to cuddle against one another, and he couldn’t resist her neck exposed from under her curls. Exploring her neck, he began to discover the hidden places that he had longed to find.

Did he spend all of his time thinking of ways to drive her slowly insane?

The more he kissed and touched her, the more she kissed and touched him. Soon they were caressing each other in more intimate areas.
Now was the right time, he thought. The right time for everything.

He checked to see if she was ready to take him, and he found her more than ready and willing. Positioning himself between her legs, he made sure she was comfortable. As soon as comfort was no longer an issue, he began to push himself inside her after reciting a contraceptive charm he learned while visiting one of his more villainous cousins.
He soon found himself being blocked by an internal barrier. She was still a virgin. He had never experienced this before; he had never taken an innocent to bed with him. He slowed and explained the situation to her.
“I am sorry. I didn’t know you were still a virgin. You should have told me, so if you are having second thoughts, this would be the time to say so.”
“No, I have never been more ready in my entire life. Please.”
“Good! This may hurt, but I promise the pain won’t last for long. I can make it a distant memory.”
He thrust past her barrier and swallowed her scream of pain with a kiss. As soon as she became adjusted to his size, he began to move.

It was as if all the pain she had felt just moments before was replaced with a kind of liquid heat that seemed to be getting stronger and stronger. He helped her along by touching and nibbling on her in all the right places until she began to meet him thrust for thrust. As she was about to go over the edge, he made an urgent request she couldn’t ignore.
“Say my name when you cum! I have to hear you say my name!”
“Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh…DRACO!” She shouted as she came in one violent rush after another.

She was so tight on him, that as she began to cum, he knew that he wouldn’t be too far behind. He started to pump harder and faster. Once, twice, and he was gone. He stiffened and spilled into her as he exclaimed her name in a triumphant voice, “HERMIONE!”