Something In The Way She Moves

Chapter 9: Pearls and Passion









Draco and Hermione arrived back at her little house just before the rain began. She moved around the living room lighting candles as he removed his tie and unfastened his shirt, watching her all the while. He went to the window and raised the sash to let the cool, rain scented breeze blow in.





“Do you need to get home to Studly?” She asked, slipping her feet out of the high heeled shoes and flexing her toes.





“No, I left plenty of food and water for him, besides, the house elves will pop in tomorrow morning to tend to things and they will make sure he’s fed.” He sat on the edge of the sofa and began removing his shoes and socks, staring at her from beneath the fringe of hair that had fallen over his forehead.





“What? You’ve been staring at me in the strangest way all night.” She said.





“You looked beautiful tonight.” He said. “I’ve been mesmerized by you since I picked you up.”







“You told me to look good for you, I took it to heart.” She said as she walked across the room to stand in front of him. She ran her fingers through his hair and he closed his eyes as he moaned in appreciation. He loved it when she touched him, when she ran her fingers through his hair and lightly scratched his scalp and behind his ears. It was no wonder that Studly followed her everywhere she went; Draco was just as hooked on her touch as his dog.





“Mmm, and you wore my gift.” He said, reaching up to finger the strand of pearls dangling between her breasts.





“My mother nearly fell over when she realized they were real.” She stared down at him and her stomach clenched as need and something else warred inside her. It was disconcerting that just looking at him had that effect on her.





“Only the best for my girl.” He was sliding his hands slowly up and down her sides, outlining her shape through the thin fabric of her dress. “It was all I could do to keep my hands off of you tonight. I wanted to touch you so many damned times but I didn’t want to disrespect your parents or embarrass you in front of them”





“You were amazing with them. My father actually likes you and my mother is halfway in love with you.” She stepped further between his open legs so that his arms could slide around her hips as he nuzzled into her soft tummy with his nose.





“I thought I felt someone grabbing my arse but I assumed it was you.” He said playfully, resting his cheek against her as he squeezed her tight.





“You’re a prat.” She said smiling, smoothing his silky hair beneath her hands.





“What are you wearing under this dress? I haven’t seen or felt a single thing that indicates you are wearing underwear.” He said, looking up at her with his chin resting just above her navel. “You didn’t go to dinner naked beneath your dress did you?”





“Not exactly.” She said coyly. “But if you are really curious, the dress zips up the back.”







He didn’t waste any more time as his hands moved over her back and up to the top of the material. He slowly lowered the zipper and pulled the dress forward, sliding it down until gravity took over and it fell to the floor. She was wearing a silky, tight slip that gripped her curves and skimmed to mid-thigh. He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry.





“And under this?” He asked, running his fingertips over the snug, silky material.







“Nothing, just this.” She said softly. He grasped her waist and pressed his lips against her stomach.





“Good thing I didn’t know.” He said, pressing soft little kisses over the curve of her waist. “If I had I would have had my hand up your dress all during dinner.” He cupped her backside, squeezing gently. “I would have been fantasizing about having you for dessert.”







“Instead you had chocolate mousse.” She teased. She bit her lower lip when she felt his fingertips exploring the backs of her thighs.







“There is nothing that says a man can’t have a second dessert.” He purred, straightening from the couch to walk her backwards towards an antique chaise she had nestled under a window.





“Gluttony is one of the seven deadly sins.” She said softly as he laid her back on the black velvet upholstery. Her head rested on the rolled arm as she watched him unfasten his cuffs and remove his shirt.





“Well I am guilty of more than gluttony.” He said. “Vanity or pride is a big one for the Malfoys; we are a rather pretty family.” He said tossing the shirt aside.





“Greed is an obvious one, I have more money than the gods and still I live for the next deal to make me more.” He sat on the edge of the chaise.





“Envy is a big one for me. I envy you for having such loving parents when you were young, such good friends, such an easy time of it. I envy Weasel because he got to have you before I did. I envy your clothing because it touches every inch of you all day long when I can’t.” His fingertips were tracing her clavicle, dipping into the sensitive hollow at the base of her throat.





“Wrath, well I have thrown my fair share of temper tantrums over the years, as well as curses.” He whispered.





“Sloth isn’t a big one for me; I’ve never been particularly lazy.” His fingertips danced over the swells of her breasts where they plumped over the bodice of the slip, dipping between them into the shadowy cleft of her cleavage.





“Lust, that’s the big one for me.” He said softly as he gathered up the length of pearls in his hand. “I nearly crumble under the weight of it every time I see you.” He ran the smooth, cool beads over her skin; pressing them between her breasts and then tugging them slowly back out. He pulled the bodice down so that her breasts were free, supported from below by the snug fabric and framed by silky black material. He rolled the pearls over her nipples, watching them draw tight and pucker. She was breathing heavily, watching him as he manipulated her flesh. He looped them around one breast, pulling them tight until they rolled up and over the springy flesh, catching briefly on the tight nipples before rolling over them.







“Draco?” Hermione gasped his name as he bent his head to take her nipple, along with a few of the pearls into his mouth. He sucked and rolled her nipple with the beads, using his tongue to torment and tease her. “Oh god!” She moaned, clasping the back of his head tightly.





“Oh yes, lust is definitely a big one for me.” He whispered as he pulled the necklace over her head. He wrapped them in his fist and began sliding down until he was kneeling on the floor beside her hip. “Lust is definitely the most deadly of my sins, because I swear to god it is going to consume me.”





He laid his hand on the inside of thigh closest to him and tugged. He adjusted her on the chaise so that one leg was bent; foot flat on the velvet cushion and the other was swung out wide, angling her hips towards him.





“Draco, what are you doing?” She tried to close her legs but he laid his hands on the insides of her thighs and held them open.





“Oh no you don’t, not tonight. You don’t get to hide from me tonight.” He said softly as he pushed the clingy black fabric up and over her hips so that it bunched at her waist. “I’ve been very patient with you.” He ruffled the short, soft curls with his fingertips. “You never let me look at you here.” He whispered, using his fingers to separate the tightly sealed folds.





“Draco, don’t, please!” She whimpered, her body responding to his touch even as her mind told her to stop him.







“I can’t.” He licked his lips and stared at the glistening pink flesh. “I have waited long enough I think.” He ran his fingertip lightly down one, slick petal and then the other. Her sweet, musky scent was driving him crazy and his cock jerked when he dipped his finger inside her and drew forth more of the creamy fluid he longed to taste. Her clit was a hard little peak beginning to swell and push from beneath its hood, begging him for attention.







“You don’t mean to…” His fingers pinched her clit and she closed her eyes on a soft scream.





“Oh yes, I definitely mean to.” He leaned forward and laid his tongue to her, licking in one long, slow swipe from opening to clit. She stiffened and a low, desperate mewling sound escaped her lips. “Oh yeah, sweet as honey.” He whispered before laying tongue to her in earnest.





She couldn’t lie still beneath his marauding tongue. She was moaning and crying out, her hands tangled in his hair as he licked every inch of her sensitive flesh. His tongue was everywhere at once it seemed, licking in long slow swipes, flicking rapidly over the tight nubbin of her clit, dipping inside her entrance and circling the opening, sucking lightly.





She was nearly mindless with pleasure when she felt the odd sensation of something cold and hard against her. Her eyes snapped open and she looked down to see Draco with the pearls, stretching them taut and laying them against her so that her clit was trapped between them.





“Oh god! What are you….OH MY GOD!” He smirked and began tugging the necklace back and forth, the beads rolling against and massaging the sides of her clit. He watched as she swelled even more, her pussy so slick that the pearls were coated in her cream as he manipulated her sex. She was moaning, her head thrashing on the rolled arm of the chaise as her hips rolled and bucked beneath his ministrations.







She was so close, he could tell by the sounds she was making, the way her fingers were kneading his shoulders and her thighs were shaking. He pursed his lips and blew against her clit peeking from between the pearls. She screamed, her body jackknifing as she came. He pulled the pearls away and fastened his mouth over her pulsing core, pressing his tongue into her, feeling her convulse around it before moving up and sucking on her clit until she fell back against the cushions, whimpering and gasping for air.





He moved up to rest beside her on the chaise, holding her close as she shuddered in his arms. He kissed her cheek, her nose, her brow, and then he settled his lips against hers. Lightly at first, testing her, he didn’t want to put her off since he had just gone down on her, but to his delight she moaned and kissed him back, opening her lips and letting him delve inside, clutching him to her as she began to stir once more.







“You…I….why did you do that?” She asked.







“You enjoyed it didn’t you?” He asked, a smug grin on his lips.







“I did.” She looked away and nibbled at her lip.





“I enjoy it too.” He whispered, biting lightly on her earlobe. “You taste so sweet and the way you react nearly made me come in my trousers.”





“You enjoy it? Really?” She asked.







“Oh yeah, I enjoy it. Expect me to do it a lot from now on.” He said with a waggle of his brows.





“With or without my jewelry?” She asked, pulling the long strand from his hand.





“Both.” He said laughing. “Clever boy, aren’t I? Now every time you wear them you will think of tonight.”





“I never imagined using them as a…sex toy.” She said, staring at them as she wound them around her finger. “Draco…do you plan on keeping those trousers on?”





“Is there a reason you want them gone?” He asked, grinning.







“It’s my turn to play.” She said, her bold words accompanied by the flushing of her cheeks that he found so adorable.





“Well, I wouldn’t want to you to say that I was unfair.” He laughed, shucking the trousers in short order and tossing them to the floor. He laid back, arms crossed behind his head as she shifted so that she could lean over him. The deep chaise made it easy enough for the two of them to occupy it at the same time so she had room to move.





She loved looking at him, all golden skin and smooth, tight muscle. The rain was falling hard outside, the breeze blowing through the open window cooling their heated skin. She ran her hands over his chest, lightly pinching the small, pink nipples, loving the raspy hiss of his breath when she raked her nails gently over his skin.





“I like looking at you.” She said, her fingertips circling over his abdomen.





“I like that you like looking.” He smiled. “I like it even more that you touch while you look.”





She lightly tugged on the blonde curls surrounding the base of his cock. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and stared at him, so long and hard in her hand. He was so pink, the circumcised tip flushed nearly purple and the slit weeping clear drops of fluid that slid over the bulbous head and landed on her fingers. She stared at it for a moment, that perfect little bead resting on the side of her finger, then she brought it to her lips and sucked.





“Oh bloody fucking hell, Granger.” Draco groaned, watching her suck his pre-come from her finger. His cock jumped in her hand and her mouth twitched slightly. She felt powerful holding him in her hand, arousing him, making him want her more than anything or anyone else in the world.





He gave her so much pleasure, always making sure he pleased her and pleased her well when they were together. He touched every inch of her with his hands and now with his mouth. She never walked away unsatisfied. He was creative, gentle and so good to her that she wanted to return the favor.





She took the necklace fisted in her other hand and began to loop it around his cock again and again and again. He watched her through slitted eyes, wondering what she intended to do. She wrapped her fist around the layered beads and slowly stroked up and down, rolling them against his shaft. His eyes snapped open and he groaned, loud and long. She smiled, pleased that her little gamble paid off. Without thinking more about it she closed her lips around his tip and sucked gently, licking and lapping at the head. He had to lace his fingers together to keep from grabbing the back of her head and fucking her mouth. The double sensation of hot, wet mouth and cold, smooth beads on his cock was nearly too much. He had never felt anything like it.





“No more.” He barked hoarsely when it became more than he could take. He grasped her shoulders and pulled her up. The beads were still clutched in her hand and he gasped when they slowly rolled over him as they unwound from his cock. “You are fucking incredible.” He groaned, adjusting her over his lap. “Ride me, Hermione.”







She settled herself over him and he used his hand to steady his erection as she slid down the length of him. She took him slowly, inch by inch until her dark curls mingled with his golden ones and he was settled completely within her. She leaned over him, bracing her hands on the arm of the chaise. Her breasts dangled perfectly over his mouth, still framed by the snug fitting black slip that he had adjusted to give him access to her breasts and crotch.





Slowly she began to move, a slow, sensuous grinding of her hips as she rolled and rocked her body over him. She had her eyes closed, her bottom lip between her teeth. He loved watching her face, seeing the desire, the pleasure and the surrender etched so beautifully on her features. He lifted his head and sucked on the tender buds jiggling so delightfully over his face.





She moaned loudly, her pace increasing as he sucked hard on her nipples.







“Oh god, Draco…you always…feel so….good!” She sat upright and Draco followed her, curving his hands over her shoulders and lifting his hips into her.





“It’s you.” He said against her skin. “It’s you that makes it so fucking good.” He said.





She stiffened as another climax bore down on her with a suddenness that knocked her off balance. Draco held her tight, thrusting up into her harder and harder until his balls drew up tight and his release exploded from the tip of his cock with long, jerking pulses that left him breathless and weak.







With a sigh he laid back, pulling her with him. She settled over him, snuggling against his chest with a contented sigh, her body still shuddering and pulsing in his arms. The rain tapped lightly on the window pane, the sound soothing them. Draco accio’d the throw on the back of her sofa and covered them, keeping her stretched out on top of him because he liked the feel of her weight over him and he couldn’t bear to let her go.





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Got sent home sick so I decided to add another chappy today…to make myself feel better of course. =)









Utopia –forgive me! LadyVoldemort87, LadyBlueEyes and I have very long, very demented conversations almost nightly…one of them happened to be a conversation about vibrators that led to the creation of a line of Harry Potter themed toys…You will find the line of toys and their descriptions as follows…and you will all think me completely mad at the conclusion…





The Ronald Weasley - six inches in length, approx 2 in girth. Great for a first timer who isn’t expecting fireworks. Pale in color yet covered in realistic freckles, this little treasure comes complete with ginger pubes for your enjoyment.





The Slytherin Prince – this little beauty is in honor of Draco Malfoy. 8.5 inches long and 3inches in girth, this long and lean pleasure machine is energy efficient and can go for hours without needing to recharge. Perfect for the multiorgasmic gal who needs a toy that won’t give out on her.





The Harry Potter – 7inches long and 3 inches in girth, this little baby is powerful and fast. Perfect for a woman who just wants to get off and get going. Comes with a realistic lightning bolt tattoo etched into the base.





The Luscious Mouthful – based on Lucius Malfoy this gem is top of the line. 9.5 inches long and 4.5 in girth this is not the wand for a beginner. This is for the gal who only wants the best and knows how to use it. Long, thick and curved just right you are guaranteed your pleasure again and again and again.





The Potions Master – based on Severus Snape this is our top of the line model. 10 inches in length and 4.5 in girth this monster will have you screaming in no time. Not for the timid or the weak, this baby is veritable orgasm machine. Do not be deceived, there is a whole lot more to this little jewel than meets the eye.





The Dark Lord – a perfect little toy for the woman who needs a little monster in her man. 8 inches long and 3 in girth this toy wriggles from base to tip with a realistic slithering motion guaranteed to have you shuddering like you are under the cruciatus.





And last but not least I give you….





The Twins – created in honor of Fred and George Weasley, this double headed treat is 16 inches long head to head and 3.5 in girth. Long and flexible you can share with a friend or just double your own pleasure. Guaranteed to have you seeing fireworks…no, seriously, when you orgasm fireworks go off above your head so be mindful of burning embers on naked flesh.