Don't Bother With The Clothes

“Sweet Merlin.” Hermione muttered, walking from the bathroom where she had walked in on me, once again, naked. Muttered profanities were the words that started the day as she stalked back to her bedroom. Since leaving Hogwarts and starting to attend Oxford, Hermione and I had decided to rent a flat together. I figured it would be all right with just one bathroom. “Draco bloody fucking Malfoy.” I heard her say.

I stood in the bathroom smirking as Hermione stammered her apologies and hastily left. It had been two years and I never got over seeing her blush. It was my time to strike, in a way. It was morning in Oxford, the sun fresh in the sky. It was going to be a beautiful day.

I smiled again as I heard her moan. Things were going just to plan.

“Oh, Draco, I’m sorry.” She averted her eyes nicely but Draco did nothing to cover his naked body up.

“Not a problem, duchess.” he smirked. The door closed behind Hermione and after he was finished getting dressed he went to investigate.

FLASHBACK
There was Hermione, not even bothering to totally shut her door spread wide open on the bed. Her face was flushed, her lips plump and red from biting. Hermione’s eyes were closed and her breath was coming in shallow hitches. Best of all was the fingers slicking their way in and out. Draco bit back a groan and formed a plan.
END FLASHBACK

I knocked.

“Draco?” she called, sounding panicked.

“Don’t bother with the clothes, duchess. I’m not interested in them.” I said, coming through the door. She looked up in stark horror, her hair in disarray and robe clutched together with her fist.

“What?” she managed to stammer, her eyes wildly eyeing my body as I stood before her stark naked.

“Don’t bother with the clothes.” I said, walking toward her. She said nothing, but was gaping slightly, “Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies.” she closed it, but her eyes remained wide.

In an instant my mouth was upon hers, tasting every inch of the sweet mouth she presented me. The kiss left me breathless and dizzy and I knew I did the same to her.

“Draco.” she said, gasping as I moved my lips down her neck.

“Mmm?”

“Please.” was all she had to say. She was kissing me back with everything she had and Gods, it was hot.

She pulled away from me for just a moment to take a step back. She let her white robe drop to her feet and there she was in all of her glory. Gods, I knew her breasts would be beautiful, but not like this! Sweet, creamy mounds that would overflow in my hands topped with delicious little pink nipples. They were a dusky rose color and aching towards me. She had a flat stomach with roundness, Gods did I love a woman with some meat on her bones. And great hips, I grasped hold of them, feeling the tender flesh beneath my fingers. I ran my hands up her sides and back down, her shivers a testament to her arousal. And aroused she was, her sex glistening with little jewels of moisture.

“Gods, Draco!” was what she screamed when I fell to my knees to take her in my mouth. She was wet, fuck she was wet with thick cream that tasted like buttered biscuits. “Let me lay down.” she begged.

“No, you have to stand.” I said. She fell back against her bed for support and I continued my ministrations, tongue circling her clit, feeling her buck against my face. She fisted my hands in her hair and cried out, obviously close to climax. I pulled my mouth away, grinding my palm into her clit while stroking her opening with my fingers.

“Please, Draco, please.” she cried, pulling my face into her again. My tongue found her again and began flicking and playing with her clit, all the while my digits pumping her. She let out a harsh scream as she came, filling my mouth with more of her syrupy, viscous fluid. She sagged against her bed and I stood up, wiping my lips with the back of my hand.

“You sure are a squirter.” I said before kissing her hard. She felt so right underneath me, stunning and all woman.

“You like it.” she said mischievously, climbing on top of me. “I’ve been waiting ages for you to come to my bed.”

“Have you?” I smirked.

“Yes. Now, quid pro quo.” Her mouth descended upon my bobbing cock and she gently licked the pre come from the head and swirled it around with her tongue. “You taste good.”

“Don’t I just?” I managed to press out, trying not to cry out as I watched her plump lips cover and slide down my cock. It was my turn to pull at some hair and I did, slamming her head down onto my erection over and over. She didn’t gag once.

“Enough!” she cried, moments to my orgasm. “I want you to fuck me.”

I growled, but obliged her, pressing her into the bed. “Spread yourself for me.” I commanded. She did and I kissed her hard, wanting to fill all of her.

I positioned myself at her opening and filled her for about half an inch, teasing my dick in and out.

“Now!” she cried out, wrapping her legs around my hips fast and slamming me inside of her, burying me to the hilt. The bliss of being inside her, all wet and warm, she was not unlike any other woman I’d fucked, but somehow sweeter, somehow better, just because she was Hermione. I pumped hard, drilling her into the mattress amid her shrieks of joy.

She was on top of me moments later, her arms around me. We both pushed and she came hard and slow. I continued the thrusts by wrapping my arms around her body and jerking up with my hips. I pulled out of her, laying her on her stomach and I entered her again, pulling her ass up to meet my thrusts. I looked her in the eye and pushed my fingers into her mouth and she moistened them. She moaned long and hard when they came around to finger her clit while I filled her with my cock.

I rammed her fast, that delicious ass shaking with the intensity of the thrusts. It was coming, I was so close.

Amidst our screams and fevered moans I managed to keep pumping, keep thrusting into her nubile tissue. Then I was there. Coming into Hermione with hot spurts was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. I bucked off rhythm, my body spasming with my climax. I know that I yelled her name as I came, loving the feel of our bodies slicking together as the orgasm took me.

We lay together in a jumbled heap for several long blissful moments.

“Fuck.” Hermione swore, “It’s 8:10. I have class in twenty minutes!” She jumped out of bed.

I chuckled. Sex Goddess or not, it was still Granger.

“Thanks for the fuck. We’ll do it again later, I assume?” I asked with a sardonic grin.

“You better fucking count on it.”