Much Too Hot

It’s a hot/cold night. Hermione can’t sleep for anything. Long hours she’s wasted tossing and turning, adjusting the covers, fluffing her pillow, but it’s just no use. Overwhelmed by heat, she rolls away from him, holding tightly to the edge of the bed. A moment’s relief is ruined by the chill of the night. Frustrated, she bites back a curse and cuddles against him again, nuzzling into his heat.

“Mmmmm,” she murmurs, he smells sooo good; that sleepy man-smell she can never get enough of. With a soft sigh, she wraps her arm around his, drawing her fingernails idly over his shoulder. After a few sweet minutes of touching him, it’s suddenly too hot to lie skin-to-skin. She turns her back to him, shimmies away, totally wired, nowhere near sleep…

In the dark, a Cheshire grin, Fred's not as asleep as she assumes—hasn’t been for ages. He’s keenly aware of her restlessness. She moves away again, comes back, soft breasts press against his back, warm hands and sharp fingernails graze his shoulder. That’s pretty nice, she should keep doing that…and there she goes again. Poor girl, he thinks, he really should do something to help her sleep, it’s only the right thing to do…
He switches sides as naturally as possible, rolling to face her whilst still feigning sleep. The light scent of her shampoo comingled with her sweat greets him. She sighs deeply at the wall, he wants to laugh at her disgruntled state, but other ideas are far more appealing at present.

Reaching out a long arm, he sweeps a hand over her breasts, down her rib cage, over her stomach. He hears her breath catch, feels goose bumps raise on her skin. He takes a breast in hand, fondling its weight, tracing that perfect swell; circling her nipple, rolling it between his finger and thumb. A light pinch and she coos low. He moves closer to her, pressing a very ready erection into the small of her back. She wiggles against him, he swallows hard.

He draws his fingers lightly over her arm and she shivers, over her curvy little side and she moans, down into the hollow of her hip and she giggles, lower still into the hot, waiting core of her. His fingers slide through silky skin; folds so wet and he’s barely touched her yet. She makes a breathless sound—somewhere between a whimper and a purr and he’s lost. In one quick move, he bends her torso forward—wrapping her hair around one fist-- and tosses her leg over his hip, surging into that tight wet heat from behind her…
Invaded. Completely impaled on him and held in submissive place by the iron fist in her hair, she’s never felt so exposed. She forgets to breathe as he moves forcefully inside of her—overwhelmed by the newness of it all—but it isn’t long before she realizes this doesn’t hurt; doesn’t hurt at all! Oh god! He slams against her ass, pressing a hand against her stomach to hold her closer to him, pushing her head down with the other to manipulate the angle of entry and oooooooh the friction between them—it’s never felt so tight before, never felt so big before. He pulses deep inside of her, thick hard cock rubbing ridges against the velvety walls, pushing so deep and hitting right there—right there—yes, yes, oooh that’s so gooooood. She gasps for breath as each hard thrust knocks the wind from her body, she squeezes around him, frantic to hold him in, wanting to pull him deeper. She gives in, willingly bending further, raising her ass against him to take more and more, sliding her leg higher over his hip “Fuck,” she whispers as he works her harder, higher, whimpering now with every shove of his dick into her soaking pussy. Her useless arms raised over her head, she grabs at the pillows, headboard, whatever, hoping to anchor herself to the world as pleasure builds to a fevered pitch in her core.

He knows he surprised her with uncharacteristic aggression, but he’s so glad he did. He never imagined she’d respond so….openly. Her brazeness is so sexy…conscious thought deserts him as she adjusts her body to welcome more of him, he pours himself into working her body, massaging her taut little clit with his hand, pushing and pulling firmly on her hair, losing himself in tight pussy, the silken walls gripping around him. Harder and faster he worked into her. He never thought she’d let him manipulate her like this, Her keening cries sending him over into oblivion with one last great thrust and a guttural growl. She continues to rock against him, working herself on his cock and against his hand in the afterglow of her own perfect climax. She straightens, squeezing one last time on his hard on as she presses her neck against his mouth. He inhales her scent, smiles lazily, and grazes his teeth over her neck, nibbling the tender flesh, “feel better?”

“Shhh, sleepy…”