Every Chance He Gets
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Hermione/Charlie
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
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8,452
Reviews:
3
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Currently Reading:
1
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Every Chance He Gets
Sex
That’s all this was, all they ever did when they were together.
Tonight had been different from all the nights they’d shared these past seven months, and it wasn’t until they finished that she knew why.
He’d been unusually tender, he was usually rough (which she loved), so when he’d come to her tonight and didn’t make an immediate move for the bed she should have known.
He kissed her, gently cupping her cheeks in his hands. Sure they would kiss but it rarely occurred when they were not in bed ravaging each other.
He slowly removed all her clothes, piece by piece kissing each newly exposed inch of skin. Usually they would be ripping the clothes off each other, or they wouldn’t even bother removing them at all.
He lowered her onto the sofa and buried his face between her legs. Only during their longer encounters had he ever done this, normally there was never enough time to indulge each other with foreplay.
He licked his lips and chin clean as she came down from her first orgasm of the night. She was grateful that he always remembered the silencing charms, because she came screaming his name loud enough for neighboring houses to hear.
He gently lifted her from the sofa to move her to the bed. He removed his clothing at a painfully slow pace, his eyes locked with hers the entire time. His eyes always burned with passion when he looked at her, even when they shouldn’t. She’d soaked through a pair or two of knickers during Order meetings, simply by knowing he was looking at her like that.
He finally joined her on the bed, in her opinion it had taken him far to long, he should have been inside her for some time now. But again he delayed their coupling, she was growing furious, it had been days since they’d been together last. She supposed that there hadn’t really been time, Voldemort had been killed just two days before and everyone was busy rounding up Death Eaters and celebrating. This was the only celebrating Hermione wanted to do.
He sucked her nipple into his mouth, nibbling on it with his teeth, fondling the other with his hand before switching breasts. His cock was rubbing deliciously against her thigh, leaking pre-cum that she craved to taste. She moved to grab his cock in her hand but he grabbed her wrist and moved it above her head, collecting the other wrist and holding them both before she even knew what he was doing. Seeker reflexes be damned.
“Patience is a virtue, love,” he whispered in a heady voice, his lips brushing her earlobe before taking it in his mouth. He never made her wait like his, she done something similar to him once, tied his arms above his head, leaving her in control, but she’d had the decency to ride him for all he was worth, he was just tormenting her.
He tormented her body so beautifully, touching, kissing, licking, caressing all the right places, her arms still pinned above her head in one of his hands. She wondered if he would take her at all, wondered if he’d keep her pinned like this when he did.
He did take her, after he had her shaking beneath him from his touch, he couldn’t resist any longer. When he slide inside her, she immediately contracted around him, orgasming for the second time.
He was so aroused, the suction was almost painful, and he remained still and fully sheathed inside her till she’d calmed down enough to open her eyes again. Then he took her, not quite as roughly as she would have liked, but the way he was kissing her made her forget his unbearably slow thrusts.
He finally quickened his pace, never releasing her wrists or her mouth. He drove into her at a brutal speed until she came for her third and fine time and his first. He nearly collapsed on top of her but had the foresight to pull out and roll over.
He pulled her body into his before succumbing to sleep, her head resting on his chest over his heart. This was by far the most out of the ordinary thing he’d done, he never stayed after sex, usually they’d get dressed he’d kiss her forehead and move on down the hall to his room.
He took her again in the middle of the night, the rough way she loved, from behind this time, seeking nothing but his completion. They both came, her first, him several minutes after. Again he stayed, curling his body around hers, she made no objections and they both slipped off back to sleep.
He woke her in the morning for round three, again, he was unusually tender. His forehead pressed against hers as he thrust at a moderate pace, bringing them both slowly to orgasm, letting it build and swell before it exploded.
“You know,” he started while continuing his thrusts,” we haven’t used a single contraceptive charm those past few times.” He never stopped thrusting, even when her eyes went wide and she was obviously analyzing everything in detail in her head.
“I love you,” he mumbled as he increased the speed of his thrusts. “I want to marry you, watch you swell with my child, make love to you every chance I get.”
“Charlie!” she screamed his name in completion, her orgasm so intense she almost fainted, he always had his effect on her. And she decided she would let him, every chance he could get.
That’s all this was, all they ever did when they were together.
Tonight had been different from all the nights they’d shared these past seven months, and it wasn’t until they finished that she knew why.
He’d been unusually tender, he was usually rough (which she loved), so when he’d come to her tonight and didn’t make an immediate move for the bed she should have known.
He kissed her, gently cupping her cheeks in his hands. Sure they would kiss but it rarely occurred when they were not in bed ravaging each other.
He slowly removed all her clothes, piece by piece kissing each newly exposed inch of skin. Usually they would be ripping the clothes off each other, or they wouldn’t even bother removing them at all.
He lowered her onto the sofa and buried his face between her legs. Only during their longer encounters had he ever done this, normally there was never enough time to indulge each other with foreplay.
He licked his lips and chin clean as she came down from her first orgasm of the night. She was grateful that he always remembered the silencing charms, because she came screaming his name loud enough for neighboring houses to hear.
He gently lifted her from the sofa to move her to the bed. He removed his clothing at a painfully slow pace, his eyes locked with hers the entire time. His eyes always burned with passion when he looked at her, even when they shouldn’t. She’d soaked through a pair or two of knickers during Order meetings, simply by knowing he was looking at her like that.
He finally joined her on the bed, in her opinion it had taken him far to long, he should have been inside her for some time now. But again he delayed their coupling, she was growing furious, it had been days since they’d been together last. She supposed that there hadn’t really been time, Voldemort had been killed just two days before and everyone was busy rounding up Death Eaters and celebrating. This was the only celebrating Hermione wanted to do.
He sucked her nipple into his mouth, nibbling on it with his teeth, fondling the other with his hand before switching breasts. His cock was rubbing deliciously against her thigh, leaking pre-cum that she craved to taste. She moved to grab his cock in her hand but he grabbed her wrist and moved it above her head, collecting the other wrist and holding them both before she even knew what he was doing. Seeker reflexes be damned.
“Patience is a virtue, love,” he whispered in a heady voice, his lips brushing her earlobe before taking it in his mouth. He never made her wait like his, she done something similar to him once, tied his arms above his head, leaving her in control, but she’d had the decency to ride him for all he was worth, he was just tormenting her.
He tormented her body so beautifully, touching, kissing, licking, caressing all the right places, her arms still pinned above her head in one of his hands. She wondered if he would take her at all, wondered if he’d keep her pinned like this when he did.
He did take her, after he had her shaking beneath him from his touch, he couldn’t resist any longer. When he slide inside her, she immediately contracted around him, orgasming for the second time.
He was so aroused, the suction was almost painful, and he remained still and fully sheathed inside her till she’d calmed down enough to open her eyes again. Then he took her, not quite as roughly as she would have liked, but the way he was kissing her made her forget his unbearably slow thrusts.
He finally quickened his pace, never releasing her wrists or her mouth. He drove into her at a brutal speed until she came for her third and fine time and his first. He nearly collapsed on top of her but had the foresight to pull out and roll over.
He pulled her body into his before succumbing to sleep, her head resting on his chest over his heart. This was by far the most out of the ordinary thing he’d done, he never stayed after sex, usually they’d get dressed he’d kiss her forehead and move on down the hall to his room.
He took her again in the middle of the night, the rough way she loved, from behind this time, seeking nothing but his completion. They both came, her first, him several minutes after. Again he stayed, curling his body around hers, she made no objections and they both slipped off back to sleep.
He woke her in the morning for round three, again, he was unusually tender. His forehead pressed against hers as he thrust at a moderate pace, bringing them both slowly to orgasm, letting it build and swell before it exploded.
“You know,” he started while continuing his thrusts,” we haven’t used a single contraceptive charm those past few times.” He never stopped thrusting, even when her eyes went wide and she was obviously analyzing everything in detail in her head.
“I love you,” he mumbled as he increased the speed of his thrusts. “I want to marry you, watch you swell with my child, make love to you every chance I get.”
“Charlie!” she screamed his name in completion, her orgasm so intense she almost fainted, he always had his effect on her. And she decided she would let him, every chance he could get.