Hands

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Warning: No plot, just some smut.

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Hands -------

It had to be the hands, Hermione thought. It was the hands. Or the fingers, all long and elegant. That moved so gracefully. Ron had these short and stubby fingers and the fingernails always seemed to be a bit grubby. These were long and tapered fingers, so what if the tips seemed a bit stained from all the potions and whatevers. They just moved so...

Gracefully.

Who knew she had a hand fetish?

Although right now conscious thought and all thoughts of previously undiscovered kinks were really going by the wayside because those hands were moving up and down her sides in the most incredible manner. He was mapping her body. With those hands. And that long, lean body that was pressed against hers. With this heat that radiated from him. She could feel the sweat begin to form at her forehead as he moved her up against the wall of the dungeon and just pinned her against the wall.

For a moment they just pressed up against each other. Breathing heavily and looking into each other's face. Her hand moved up and brushed aside the straggles of hair that framed his face and her fingertips ran down the side of his face, moving to his lips. She placed the tips of her fingers against his lips and felt the moisture as his tongue slipped out and licked the tips. Forget the hand thing. His tongue was much more versitile. She shuttered as he sucked one of her fingers into his mouth and played with it. With his tongue. His eyes never leaving hers, his hands steadied on her hips and lifted her up so their groins pressed together. Her finger slipped out of his mouth and he bent his head to her neck and kissed and bit at her shoulder and neck.

She used her legs to pull him closer to her and ran her hands up the back of his head into that mass of unkempt hair. His mouth moved to her chin and then to her lips and she felt his tongue trace the outside of her mouth. Opening her mouth to his, she felt his tongue dart in and his lips close over his as he pressed her harder into the wall and up. Their mouths hungry for each other, they gasped for breath as they kissed harder. She could feel herself beginning to move and gyrate against the hardness she could feel beneath her.

His mouth moved away from hers and she heard herself groan as he licked the side of her face and bit her earlobe. Her hands moved to his shoulders grasping at the fabric and bunching it up between her fists. She was fairly certain he'd have marks there afterwards just as she'd feel the wall on her back. Or her head. Because she'd lifted her head up and back as she felt his hand between them opening his robe and fly. Both of his hands moved to her hips, pulling and tugging at her robes and skirt pushing them up to her waist. She could feel the tip of his cock, hot and wet brushing against her panties as he ground into her. Her legs tightened around his hips as she tried to impale herself on his penis.

One hand braced himself against the wall and the other moved to the edge of her panties and moved them to the side. With one thrust he pushed inside of her. He began a fast and hard rhythm that moved her against the wall and up against him. He kissed the side of her neck and continued the pace as she trembled around him. Suddenly she felt this amazing sensation explode within her and she cried out. He stopped while she caught her breath, looking into her face, all the while panting. She could feel minute movements inside her as his cock twitched and she tightened her muscles. With a groan that came from the back of his throat he moved both his hands to her hips and started thrusting inside her again.

She could feel herself tightening again as a rush of pleasure built inside of her. As another crescendo came again he stopped moving and moaned her name as he shuttered around her and spurted inside of her. As the last bits came inside her she felt herself coming again. Hard and fast.

For minutes, they pressed against each other, his cock still inside her filling her completely. She could feel the aftershocks of her orgasm pulsing occasionally and each tremor drew a groan from him. All too soon he withdrew from her. She moved her legs, which to her surprise, were a little cramped, down and stood before him. Her robes were messed and he was still undone, his cock wet with her juices. Red and flushed they looked at each other and drew one another close as they kissed again, never wanting to stop.

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