Pillow Talk

AUTHORS NOTE

Okay, this story is basically a trial run for me. I’ve not really written anything like it before, so tell me what you think. Now, my original plan was for this to become increasingly kinky with every chapter, with Harry and Hermione exploring different kinks in each chapter. It’s most likely going to end up with Hermione being the more dominant of the two, seeing as that is where my interest lies. I don’t want anyone to get on me about the fact that they are having an affair, because I simply don’t care. I don’t condone it; it’s just the way things went when I started writing. My main question for you is if you want me to continue with the “plot” or if you would rather it just be plain old kinky sex? Let me know.

PILLOW TALK

Prologue

Harry Potter lounged in bed as his wife, Ginny Potter, pattered around the bedroom, dressed in smart light blue dress robes, her flaming hair streaking behind her like a tail of fire. She was chattering non-stop, but Harry wasn’t really listening, so he wasn’t all that sure what she going on about. Although, truthfully, he didn’t really have to listen, as he’d heard it all a thousand times before. She was going to be out of country for the day, chasing some strange story in Switzerland? – Germany? – France? Don’t wait up. You get the idea, right?

Ginny worked for the Quibbler, which had become a whole lot more commercial in recent years, ever since the fall of Voldemort, but the magazine still held onto it’s foundation, often reporting bizarre and sometimes outrageous stories. So it wasn’t unusual for Ginny to have to leave, on short notice, whenever one of those bizarre stories popped up.

‘Harry, are you listening to me?’

‘What? Of course I am,’ Harry said, ‘just go, I’ll be fine.’

Ginny regarded him frankly. ‘Okay,’ she said, ‘have a great day, honey.’

Then she kissed him on the cheek and left, heading downstairs to Disapparate.

Almost the exact same thing was happening in the home of Ron and Hermione Weasley. Hermione was sitting at the kitchen table, eating some rapidly cooling toast, wearing a dulled terracotta bathrobe. Ron was up and lively, wearing his bright orange Quidditch robes, which clashed horribly with his red hair.

‘I’m sorry Hermione,’ Ron was saying, ‘it’s just really important, you know. If we win this next match, we might actually get within the top five ranked in the league. It’s the most important match of my career and the Cannons. We need to train as hard as we can and as much as we can. You understand, don’t you?’

‘Of course I do,’ Hermione said, giving him her warmest, most understanding smile. ‘Go on, you don’t want to be late.’

‘Right, yeah, thanks a lot,’ Ron said, then, mirroring his sister, kissed Hermione on the cheek and left.

Knock. Knock. Knock!
The urgent knocking echoed through the hallway. Harry opened the door. Hermione stepped in. Harry shut the door.

They kissed, rough and passionate, Harry forcing Hermione against the wall, running his hands all over her body, while she clawed at his shirt. Harry grabbed a handful of Hermione’s hair and pulled her head back, making her gasp slightly, which quickly turned into a moan as he went to work on her earlobe, nibbling, licking and sucking. With his free hand, he tore at her blouse, ripping it open, buttons bursting free, scattering across the floor. Hermione’s bared chest heaved, her naked breasts rising and falling with excitement, her nipples hard and pointed. Harry pinned her against the wall with a hand around her throat, slowly making his way down her chest with his mouth. He reached her breasts and began sucking on her nipples, first her left, then her right. He alternated between the two, first sucking, then biting, enjoying Hermione’s moans of arousal and pain.

Hermione finally took charge, pushing Harry back against the opposite wall, roughly pulling his shirt over his head. She removed her torn blouse, tossing it away with Harry’s shirt, then started in on Harry’s chest, copying his earlier actions by teasing his nipples. Harry groaned, closing his eyes. Hermione could feel his erection pressing against her belly. She looked up into his eyes, which where filled with lust, just like her own. Hermione grabbed his hand and led the way up the stairs, to the bedroom he shared with Ginny. She pushed him against the wall and kicked open the door, looking in, then up to Harry again, a mischievous grin on her face.

‘In there?’ Harry asked, throatily.

‘Oh yes,’ Hermione said, pulling him in and pushing him down onto the bed, ‘I want to do it here, where you and Ginny sleep at night.’

‘You’re a naughty girl Hermione,’ Harry said, looking at her with desire.

Hermione produced her wand, and with a few quick flicks, had removed all of Harry’s remaining clothing, first his belt, then his pants, and finally his boxers. Harry started to get up, but she pointed her wand at him, and he fell back down to the bed, immobile, but for his head. He looked at her with surprise, inquisitive.

‘Just watch,’ Hermione instructed.

She began to move her hips, dancing sexily. Harry’s eyes brightened, his erection growing at the sight of Hermione stripping for him. She kicked her sandals free first, and then ran her hands down her bared breasts, covering them playfully, smiling wickedly. She blew him a kiss, then continued, tracing her hands over her hips, turning around slowly and bending forward, her tight jeans stretching suggestively over her bottom. She ran her hands over it and wiggled it, all for Harry’s enjoyment. Then she turned to face him again, unbuttoning her jeans, one by one, button by button. She pulled them down leisurely, and then kicked them free, to join her sandals. She was wearing flimsy looking black thong knickers, which Harry thought were very sexy. She played with the strings, toying with the idea of removing the tiny bit of fabric, but then grinned wickedly and wagged a finger at him. She presented her butt again, bent over, looking at Harry through her legs, enjoying the sight of his rather large erection. Finally, she removed the knickers, tossing them in Harry’s face.

Hermione removed the binding from Harry, with a casual wand gesture, and then tossed her wand aside as well. She climbed on top of him, sitting in Harry’s lap as he got up. He grabbed her around the waist and flipped her over. He kissed her hotly, his tongue probing her mouth hungrily. She joined her own tongue with his in a fierce battle for supremacy. Harry pinned her hands above her head with one hand, using the other to play with her nipples, tweaking and pinching them. Hermione moaned into his mouth with pleasure.

‘You like that?’ Harry asked, pinching one of her nipples hard.

‘Mmm!’ Hermione moaned, nodding vigorously.

‘How about this?’

Harry moved his hand down to her crotch and ran his thumb over her engorged clit. She whimpered with delight.

‘This?’

Harry slowly inserted one finger, then another, pumping into her at his own leisure.

Hermione nodded eagerly. ‘Oh yes,’ she said, ‘more, please, more. Faster!’

Harry pulled his fingers free, and Hermione let out a moan of despair, but he quickly quieted her, thrusting into her with his penis.
Hermione cried out. ‘Ooh!’

Harry began plunging into her, starting off fast. He kept his grip on her arms, still pinned above her head, and pumped his hips into her, fucking her hard. Hermione writhed under him with sexual bliss.

‘Oh yes!’ she cried. ‘Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me Harry!’

Harry did just that. He never let up, keeping the fast, furious pace, watching the spasms of pleasure flash across Hermione’s face, her mouth open, her cute pink tongue out, panting, a stray strand of brown hair in her mouth.

‘Talk dirty to me!’ Hermione whimpered.

‘Talk dirty? Okay, how this? You like it when I fuck your pussy, don’t you Hermione? You want me to cum all over you, on your tits, all over your face, in your mouth and down your throat? I’ll fuck you anyway you want, anyway I want – in your pussy, in your ass, in your mouth, it doesn’t matter, I’ll do it, and you’ll love every second of it, won’t you?’

‘Oh God yes!’ Hermione howled, arching her back, as her first orgasm shot through her, encouraged by Harry’s dirty talk. Her entire body tingled with pleasure as she collapsed back to the bed, her mouth wide open and gasping for breath, sweat plastering her hair to her forehead. Harry began to slow, and then pulled out of her. She looked up at him quizzically.

‘Turn over,’ Harry said, ‘and put your face in Ginny’s pillow.’

Hermione did as instructed, curious. She placed her face in Ginny’s pillow, her bare butt up in the air, her legs apart. Harry grabbed her by the hips and positioned himself at her opening. He shoved into her again and resumed fucking her. He pounded her from behind, his hips slapping against her bottom, making a strangely erotic smacking sound.

‘Ooh Harry!’ Hermione ground out. ‘Oh yes! Tell me you love me!’

‘I love you Hermione!’ Harry cried, thrusting into her firmly.

‘I love you!’ Hermione said, through ground teeth.
Hermione looked to the left, noticing a picture of Harry and Ginny on the bedside table, looking happy. She stared at it intently as Harry fucked her to another orgasm, one in which she shared with Harry, as he erupted inside her.

‘Ugh!’ Harry collapsed onto her, falling so that his head rested on her shoulder. He panted for breath, coming down from his orgasmic heights. He opened his eyes and followed Hermione’s line of sight, finding the photo of himself and Ginny, a picture from better times.