The Scent of a Woman
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Category:
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,678
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Scent of a Woman
Disclaimer: JKR owns all characters.
Bill slowly advanced to the wooden door that was hiding Hermione. The door was still open a few inches and he could see her lying on Ginny's bed, her legs spread, her hand furiously working in her cunt underneath her prim white panties.
As he had walked through the hall of the Burrow, his new senses had picked up the musky scent, the scent he had detected before as being Hermione. He continued to watch her, seeing her hand slide up under the t-shirt she was wearing, to grasp her nipple. It looked to him as if she was pinching it hard and it amused him. He hadn't imagined Hermione was into rough sex.
His cock was hard in his well-worn jeans and his hand drifted down to casually stroke it through the material as he kept watching his brother's best friend.
She was trembling and whimpering and he knew she was close. When her orgasm hit her, he was surprised to hear his name on her lips, and had to do a double take to make sure he hadn't been spotted and that hadn't been the reason his name had left her pretty little lips.
Truly shocked that she hadn't seen him, Bill realized Hermione had been fingering herself with him on her mind. Entranced, he watched as she removed her fingers from her panties, and instead of wiping the come off on the bedspread like he fully expected her to do, he watched her bring her fingers to her lips, slowly licking her own come from them.
He wanted her, her musky odor was driving him wild, and the fact that Hermione wasn't the prim and proper young woman she impersonated, drove him wild. His cock was aching to be released from his jeans, desperate to slide into her warm wet depths.
Keeping his eyes on the prize that was sprawled on the bed still trembling from the aftermath of her orgasm, he put his hand on the old doorknob, pushing the door open.
Bill slowly advanced to the wooden door that was hiding Hermione. The door was still open a few inches and he could see her lying on Ginny's bed, her legs spread, her hand furiously working in her cunt underneath her prim white panties.
As he had walked through the hall of the Burrow, his new senses had picked up the musky scent, the scent he had detected before as being Hermione. He continued to watch her, seeing her hand slide up under the t-shirt she was wearing, to grasp her nipple. It looked to him as if she was pinching it hard and it amused him. He hadn't imagined Hermione was into rough sex.
His cock was hard in his well-worn jeans and his hand drifted down to casually stroke it through the material as he kept watching his brother's best friend.
She was trembling and whimpering and he knew she was close. When her orgasm hit her, he was surprised to hear his name on her lips, and had to do a double take to make sure he hadn't been spotted and that hadn't been the reason his name had left her pretty little lips.
Truly shocked that she hadn't seen him, Bill realized Hermione had been fingering herself with him on her mind. Entranced, he watched as she removed her fingers from her panties, and instead of wiping the come off on the bedspread like he fully expected her to do, he watched her bring her fingers to her lips, slowly licking her own come from them.
He wanted her, her musky odor was driving him wild, and the fact that Hermione wasn't the prim and proper young woman she impersonated, drove him wild. His cock was aching to be released from his jeans, desperate to slide into her warm wet depths.
Keeping his eyes on the prize that was sprawled on the bed still trembling from the aftermath of her orgasm, he put his hand on the old doorknob, pushing the door open.