A Christmas Night Well Spent

 

"Ah, Gods, Hermione! That's it, mmm... So good."

 

Hermione glanced up to look into her husband's eyes, her mouth still firmly around his steel-hard cock. His head was arched back into the pillows, his eyes firmly shut and mouth open in the perfect 'O'.

 

 

She moaned at the sight, feeling his cock twitch inside her mouth as the vibrations thrummed through him. Draco groaned, lifting his hips, desperate for release.

 

 

"That feels so good, Hermione," he cried, his hands massaging her scalp as she bobbed up and down on his erection. "Yes- yes, Gods, don't stop."

 

 

On the upward stroke, she slowly glided her tongue across the underside of his cock, tracing the veins and ridges before slowly circling his glans. Hermione heard Draco's breath hitch as she moved a hand to fondle his balls, stroking each one agonisingly slowly before using a single finger to caress his perineum.

 

 

"Oh, fuck," he hissed as she hollowed her cheeks, pulling him further into her eager mouth. "Merlin, Hermione, I'm not going to last."

 

 

Removing her hand from Draco's balls, Hermione quickly fisted his steely cock and gave a hard suck when his moan reverberated around their bedroom.

 

 

Draco couldn't keep still. His hands fisted in the sheets around him, in the pillows above him, and in his wife's chocolate tresses. The heels of his feet dug into the mattress, his toes curling, then uncurling as he tried to make himself last longer. The pleasure was exquisite and he really, really didn't want it to end.

 

 

"Hermione, I'm gonna come." He groaned, unable to fight off that delicious coil in his groin that was ready to burst. His wife moaned, her tongue lapping at the head of his cock like it was a limited edition Sugar Quill. "Oh fuck, Hermione, I'm coming!"

 

 

He cried out as wave upon wave of ecstasy crashed through him, his back arching off the bed as he shattered around Hermione's mouth, his dick jerking as he spurted into her.

 

 

Boneless, he sank into the mattress, a satisfied grin on his face. He looked down at his wife, his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head as he watched her suck his come from each of her fingers, before slowly running her tongue along the seam of her lips, her dark whiskey eyes never leaving his.

 

 

"Don't you dare think for one second I'm through with you, Malfoy," she warned, a seductive grin pulling at her reddened lips.

 

 

"I had no intention of stopping this, Malfoy. I'm going to fuck you raw. Come here," Draco held out his arm, watching Hermione crawl over to him on all fours, her heavy breasts swaying slightly with each movement. The sight had him hard again within seconds.

 

 

He instantly pulled her to his chest, his arms wrapping around her slight waist. She hummed as she felt his erection pressing against her thigh. Tilting her chin up, Draco pressed his lips to hers, tasting himself on her tongue. He didn't think he'd ever been so turned on.

 

 

He quickly turned them over and grasped Hermione's hands, pinning them above her head. She arched into him, her breasts caressing his naked chest, her nipples taut.

 

 

"Gods, the things you do to me, woman." He kissed her hard, grinding his solid erection against her slick folds, stimulating her throbbing clit. "I'm crazy for you."

 

 

"Oh, Draco!"

 

 

"I'm going to make love to you, and only you. I'm the only one who is going to make you scream to the heavens," he thrust against her, almost entering her tight heat. She cried out, wriggling her hips, desperate for him to be inside her, consuming her. "I am the only one who will bring you to the heights of pleasure, my love. Your body is mine to worship, and mine, yours. Forever."

 

 

"Yes, Draco! Please!"

 

 

"I want you to scream for me, Hermione. As I scream for you."

 

 

Somewhere along the road, the power dynamic had shifted. Draco was in complete control of the writhing witch below him. He groaned low in his throat as he felt her thighs quiver against his.

 

 

Suddenly, he thrust forwards, burying himself inside her to the hilt. Their combined groans of pleasure rang in his ears. She was hot, wet and unbelievably tight. She was slick with arousal, and Draco felt like he was encased in pure velvet.

 

 

"Ohh, Draco. Love me," she moaned, her hands massaging the rippling muscles of his back and shoulders. Draco slammed his lips to hers, his back flexing as he thrust slowly, sensually, into her.

 

 

"Oh, Hermione, you feel so good. Can you feel what you do to me? It's taking all my strength not to pound you into this mattress. You undo me, Angel."

 

 

Hermione whimpered, the sound of that name coming from his lips making her delirious. It was the first pet name he'd ever given her, although at first, it was used to rile her. It was common knowledge that there was no love lost between Draco and Hermione during their "seventh year". Named Head Boy and Head Girl respectively, they had fought like cats and dogs when sharing a living space.

 

 

Those arguments had quickly escalated to angry fucks in their dorm. In the broom closets, in hidden alcoves behind tapestries, in the middle of the Slytherin AND Gryffindor common rooms, on Professor Slughorn's desk, in the clearing near the Black Lake, under the Quidditch stands, on the Quidditch pitch and in the Room of Requirement. They had done it everywhere, and probably christened a few new spots.

 

 

"Draco, please," she begged, her hands clawing at his firm arse, pulling him deeper.

 

 

"What is it, Hermione? Tell me what you want, tell me." He whispered roughly into her ear, nipping at her lobe with his teeth.

 

 

She shuddered as Draco's hot, ragged breath fanned across her hypersensitive skin. "Take me," she mewled. "Take me, Draco."

 

 

He answered her with a powerful thrust, angling his hips just right as to hit her sweet spot. She screamed. His kept his pace even, never speeding up or slowing, driving her crazy. When he was in control, he could last much longer.

 

 

Her mewls and moans were driving him mad, his control slipping as he fought the urge to give in to the inevitable. It didn't matter to Draco how many times he had her, he was always hungry for more. Only her. It could only be her.

 

 

Draco buried his head in the crook of her neck, wrapping his arms under hers and around her shoulders, giving him leverage to push up into her and pull her down onto him. His arse clenched with every thrust, his muscles taut with the effort.

 

 

Gradually, Draco's steady rhythm faltered, and he pounded into her, pinning her to the mattress.

 

 

"That's it, Angel, take me. Take every last inch of me. Gods, you're so hot. So good."

 

 

"Ah- Draco! Oh, oh, yes!"

 

 

"Scream for me, oh, that's it. Yes." Draco hissed, his teeth latching onto her neck as she met him thrust for thrust. "Ah, Hermione!"

 

 

She did scream. Her cries filled his ears like sweet music. He could feel her escalating, she was tensing around him, her greedy walls trying to snatch him back every time he pulled away.

 

 

"Mmm, come on, Hermione. I want to feel you squeeze me, I want you to milk me dry. Oh, yessss."

 

 

Hermione wrapped her legs around Draco's hips and tensed, almost stilling him as he moaned loudly into her ear. She loved that she was the only one that could make him slip, make him release his inhibitions. She had known he was a vocal lover, and she fucking loved it. To her, there was nothing better than seeing a man caught in the throes of passion, screaming to the heavens.

 

 

"Fuck, Hermione! Yes, mmm, just like that."

 

 

She was so close, so close.

 

 

"Come for me, Angel. Come!" He grunted, raising himself up on his hands to look into her eyes.

 

 

Draco's blonde hair was plastered to his forehead, wet with sweat. His smooth chest was shining and his tensing muscles defined every line of his toned abdomen. His stormy grey eyes were half-lidded, and he was gazing at her with a look of pure, unadulterated love.

 

 

Hermione came undone, her head thrown back as she cried out. Every muscle in her body tensed  as she rode out the most intense orgasm of her life.

 

 

Draco wasn't far behind, with a few shaky thrusts, he erupted inside of her. "Oh, yes. Hermione! Fuck!"

 

 

Barely managing to miss her, Draco collapsed alongside his wife, pulling her into him. They lay in silence for a long while, listening to the other's racing heartbeat slowly ease back into a gentle, steady thrumming.

 

 

"Best. Wedding night. Ever."

 

 

Hermione laughed sleepily, "It's your only wedding night."

 

 

"Which makes it even more special," Draco nuzzled into her neck, breathing in her scent. She smelt of vanilla, lilies and sex. Perfect.

 

"It's midnight, Draco."

 

 

"So it is."

 

 

Hermione tightened her arms around his, gripping his hand. "Merry Christmas, Mr. Malfoy."

 

 

Draco kissed his wife's shoulder, his hand squeezing back. "Merry Christmas, Mrs. Malfoy."

 

 

The child they conceived on that very night was the greatest Christmas gift of all.

 

 

...

 

 

The unexpected identical twins, Scorpius Hyperion and Cepheus Antares Malfoy were welcomed into the world in the midst of the next summer.

 

A/N: Wow. I know right? HOT! Also, I do love a vocal Draco. Who doesn't? ;)