The Price of Knowledge

The Price of Knowledge


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Chapter Nine

Draco moaned in my mouth and cupped my face in his hands. It felt as if I were melting, my insides had become liquid. How could his kiss affect me so much?

He broke the kiss suddenly, so swiftly I almost cried out at the loss. He peeled off the rest of his shirt and moved me towards the bed. We sank down into the plush mattress, Draco hovering over me. He braced himself over me by pinning my wrists on either side of my head, most of his weight supported by his knees, on either side of my thighs. I was effectively pinned. He leaned in again and my face inched forward to meet his, but he pulled back. I furrowed my eyebrows and moved in to kiss him again, but he withdrew again. This time, his serious expression had changed into one of conceited mirth.

“So tell me, you little minx, how is it that you want to learn about sex when you have already had sex?” he asked, nuzzling my jaw. “Was your first time so lousy you needed a real shag for comparison?”

I swallowed hard. “Well…when I said I wasn’t a virgin-”

His eyes narrowed. “Was that a lie?” he interrupted.

I shook my head. Then nodded. Then shook my head again. This was going to be complicated.

He pulled back, but kept me pinned. “Well, which is it?”

“Since the night in the library,” I cleared my throat, feeling slightly awkward at the moment about the prospect of explaining my experimentation with sex toys. “I’ve been trying a few things out.”

He looked very interested all of the sudden. “Oh. Pray tell, what have you been trying out?”

I bit my lip. He was enjoying this too much. He was toying with me, taking advantage of my inexperience. I could say the words, but somehow, I was embarrassed now. Perhaps for all my pride and newfound ability in the bedroom, I truly didn’t know what I was doing – and I knew he would take advantage of it.

But I’d be damned if I ever let him make me feel small. “I took my own virginity with a vibrator, so you don’t need to worry about going slow or…” I just trailed off, letting my words register in his mind.

I didn’t expect his reaction to be so…aggressive.

Draco’s mouth sought mine again, just as hot and ardent as before, only now he was jerking his pelvis into mine, the evidence of his arousal burning into the juncture between my thighs. I arched my hips into his without restraint, allowing myself to be overwhelmed by his passionate embrace. It felt as if the room was a hundred and ten degrees – my skin felt as damp and feverish as his was.

Draco’s mouth broke away from mine again, finding my neck again. I never would have expected it to be so sensitive as when I felt his lips brush the base of it, taste the salt of my skin and feel the blood pulsate through me. I was on fire.

“You always keep me on my toes, Granger, and I think I like it,” he murmured, his words muffled as his mouth found the top button of my shirt and kissed the exposed flesh above it.

I watched with fascination as his lips found the first button and using his teeth and his tongue, pulled it free from the buttonhole, and then moved to the next button. His grip on my wrists was tight, but I jerked my head up to watch as he cleverly moved onto the next, exposing my bra and stomach to his gaze.

His mouth grazed my belly button and nipped at the tender skin. I let out a small gasp – I never realized how responsive my stomach was until he touched it so intimately. As he kissed up the expanse of skin I repositioned my thighs, raising them higher, enveloping his hips. It felt so right to have him there, bringing our bodies even closer than before. Everything was so new and exciting and I liked it. Merlin, I was craving it.

He moaned, thrusting his hips forward again. The sensation was acute and delicious – so much better than I could have imagined. For all the pleasure my own hand could bring, it could never replace the rapidly growing need for human contact.

His mouth found my breast through the lace of my bra and began to suck on my tight nipple through the filmy fabric. Sparks of arousal shot down my chest to my core as the wet, cool fabric met the warm confines of his mouth and created friction. I gasped again, almost lost in my rapture. My breasts lavished under his attentions, something I never expected. I arched my back to bring my breast closer to his warm, inviting mouth.

His hands loosened their hold of my wrists and began to glide down my arms slowly, sending shivers down my spine as they traveled down my arms to tease the side of my breast and stomach to land on my thighs, grabbing them almost as tightly as he held my wrists. My skirt had ridden up when I wrapped my legs around his and now was so high my matching lacy knickers were revealed. The pressure of his touch lessened, and his fingers began to gently draw circles on my upper thigh, all the while his mouth was lavishing each breast in turn.

The variations in his movements were driving me insane with need – I felt the liquid desire flood my knickers with moisture. I was so aroused I could barely keep my mind focused on absorbing the technical aspects of the act itself – my intention – and away from only obeying the driving need to come so hard no thought was required. I wanted to come, so because of my aroused state, I did what my body deemed necessary; I slipped one hand between our bodies and into my knickers.

I was drenched in sweat and my knickers were ruined. I began to massage my clit wantonly, not carrying that he was over me, that he could feel my arm snaked between us. I needed to climax so desperately, I truly didn’t care what he thought.

Draco’s movements didn’t stop at all. Instead he crushed his lips against mine and plunged his tongue into my mouth. One of the hands that had caressed my thigh so expertly began to follow my arm’s descent and I felt his fingers caress mine under the wet lace. His hand joined mine, matched my frantic massaging and took it further, plunging two of his fingers into me. My cry of pleasure was silenced by his mouth upon mine.

He thrusted his fingers and stroked me from the inside as I rubbed my clitoris frantically, varying his movements from gentle to almost violent. I felt stretched by the delectable intrusion of his fingers inside me, so different from mine, but exquisite in their own right.

My body went as taut as a violin string as my peak hit, then went slack as it rode out the octaves of its descent into bliss. My cry of pure pleasure was absorbed by his ravenous mouth.

Draco pulled him mouth away from mine and moved into a sitting position over me. “Well, I don’t think that’s ever happened before.”

“You’ve never given a girl an orgasm?” I asked, somewhat breathless.

“Oh, I’ve mastered that one. I’ve never had her start fingering herself before I did. That was quite an interesting experience, Granger,” he commented, placing a gentle peck upon my lips. “I suppose rule number four was all inclusive of both parties then?”

“I just…” My mind and my mouth were barely keeping up, so I stopped abruptly. I leaned up onto my elbows, noting how disheveled I must have appeared. My hair had to be a mess, my blouse was open, exposing a wet bra and hard, dark nipples, not to mention there was still a hand in between my thighs. I hadn’t realized Draco hadn’t removed his fingers from my knickers, or that he was gently stoking the tender, wet flesh there. It felt amazing.

Draco was breathing almost as heavily as I was. His eyes held a predatory gleam that I had never seen there before. He wasn’t smirking now. In fact, his jaw seemed locked tightly.

I sat up in the bed and reached over to unfasten his belt. I had no idea what he was thinking when I looked at him, but the moment I unzipped his pants, I just knew what he wanted. He was hard as a pike and probably more deadly. He had to be as aroused as I was – only denied release. Well, fair is fair.

Despite what I had read and what I had seen in Play Witch, I still had no idea of what an actual erect penis looked like. Draco had to be about average in length – 6 inches or so, but seemed to be wider than I had expected. I took a moment to watch his penis pulsate and watch the light dance over the flushed skin before I wrapped my hand around it. It reminded me of “velvet steel,” a term I had read in a trashy romance novel and laughed over at the time, but now found to be an apt descriptor. I pressed my thumb against the tip, the erogenous zone, and smeared the first drops of pre-cum around it. I was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath from Draco, which encouraged my exploration. I cupped his testicles, felt the weight of them in my palm. I let my fingertips dance over his perineum – and he grabbed my hand.

“If you continue doing that, I’m going to explode,” he warned.

I snatched my hand back, suddenly aware that if he had “exploded,” as he termed it, that would be the end of everything.

“Whoa, Granger, I only would have been out of commission for ten minutes, not for the rest of the night,” he explained after seeing what I assumed was a look of horrified shock upon my features, \"I’d rather be inside you when I come,” he added seductively. I shivered.

So this was actually going to happen. I was going to have sex with Draco. In Salazar Slytherin’s shag parlor no less, for who knows how many miles away from another living soul.

Draco pulled my shirt off my arms and reached behind me to unclasp my bra. He cast them both aside, moving back to look at my body in the firelight. “Damn,” he whispered. I willed myself not to blush, but the blood was boiling so hard and flowing so fast through me I didn’t doubt my entire being was crimson, from head to toe.

He pushed me onto my back and my head fell against the pillows. He kissed me again, kissed his way down my chin to my chest, kissed the tops of my breasts, the center of my abdomen, then lifted my hips up. He tugged my knickers off along with my skirt, sliding them both down my legs, taking a moment to remove my Maryjane’s, and discarding the lot of them to one side of the bed. He took another moment to remove his own pants and shoes, tossing them along side my own.

He pressed his body along the length of mine, placing light kisses along my shoulders and collarbone. Of their own accord, my hands began to explore his skin. His body was unbelievably exquisite, smooth, lean, muscular…the perfect accompaniment to his beautiful face. When he wasn’t sneering or being smug, Draco was exceptionally attractive in an ethereal, almost elf-like way. He reminded me of Michelangelo’s David..

I felt his hands slide down onto my hips and hold them still. He paused his ministrations long enough to reach over and grab his wand. He cast a quick contraceptive spell and kissed me again urgently. “Merlin, I have to be inside you. Are you ready for me?” he asked.

I licked my lips, and gathering all the strength I could, I flipped him over so that I was on top, straddling his thighs. Taking hold of his erection, I positioned myself to take him in. I lowered myself slowly, allowing my body to adjust. I was so wet and stretched from before that with very little resistance my body molded itself around him entirely, like a wet vice that didn’t let go. I gasped as I felt the sensation of being filled, completely, totally by another human being. It felt as if he was under my skin, the heat from his boiling blood flowing against mine. The beautiful sensations shot through me, down my legs and through my fingers, like the purest of magic, and as old as time. I couldn’t move for a long moment, I was too awestruck.

Draco shifted, and the friction was unbelievable. Not enough to bring on orgasm, but enough that I could feel him move inside my body, move under my skin. He sat up and kissed me again, rocking his hips. I gasped into his mouth, marveling again at the feeling. No experimentation by my own hand could compare. It was so coy and teasing and I just wanted more…

“What does it feel like?” I managed to ask.

He grabbed my hand and brought it to his mouth. “Sort of like this,” he whispered back, taking my index finger into his mouth and sucking on it. His mouth was so warm and wet and arousing I trembled. It had to be one of the most erotic things I had ever seen.

He rolled his hips again and I moaned.

“Granger, you need to ride me,” he whispered, and only later did I wonder why we were talking so low.

“Hermione,” I whispered back. “Say my name…Draco.”

“Hermione.” His voice was low and husky and intoxicating. “Ride me.”

I moved slowly at first, learning the timeless motion. I felt heat and friction shoot through me, but it was not enough. I began to pick up the pace, grinding my hips harder now, rocking my body into his. My breasts bounced and my thighs slapped the skin of his, but I couldn’t seem to get close enough to him.

Draco’s hands gripped my hips most painfully, urging me on. He was raising his hips into mine, matching my jerks with thrusts of his own. He was sweating as profusely as I was, rocking into me with a sudden urgency, taking a breast into his hand and clutching tight, snaking his other hand between our bodies and finding my tight nub, stroking wildly.

He groaned my name, and I came. I came harder than I ever had before in my life, waves of pleasure crashing down upon me like tsunami after tsunami until I felt there was nothing left. Draco pulled my hips against his several more times and came with a cry of relief. He was sweating and panting and…wonderful. He was mind blowing.

“Do you still prefer sex with an inanimate object?” he asked, looking into my eyes and smirking. He was glowing with sexual satisfaction, and the post-coital glow was a look he wore too well.

“Shut up…Draco,” I muttered. I didn’t have the energy to debate with him.

“That sounds weird coming off your tongue,” he said, pulling away only to tuck me under his arm and lay us both down on the somewhat damp sheets.

“Don’t get used to it.” I warned sleepily.

I didn’t hear his reply. I had fallen asleep.


Tbc…


AN: Well, I hope everyone needs a cigarette. I hope you liked it Ash, remember who I had in mind? :) Everyone give it up for Michelle who has been very helpful and informative. \"This is awkward\" seems to be her catch phrase when she reviews my writing.


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