7 Ways In 7 Days
Here's day two.
Flying Duo
kataclysmic
The next morning, Hermione was roused from her sleep by the soft caress of her husband's fingers stroking her breasts. She smiled to herself before opening her eyes; if there was something Draco could do well, it was think of a pleasant way to wake her up. Hermione moved into her husband's touch, and relished the feeling. Before they wed, they had taken a vow of celibacy. It was a romantic ideal on Hermione's part, and somewhat of a nuisance on Draco's. Yet now every time they were together it felt sacred and new, as if they were rediscovering each other, and making each of their couplings more brilliant than the last.
Leaning forward, Hermione kissed Draco as he continued to caress her breasts, but gave up the lip contact as Draco kissed down her neck and replaced his talented fingers with his mouth and tongue. Sleeping naked definitely had its advantages, Hermione decided as Draco's hands slipped between her legs and found her wet, aching center. Easy access.
His fingers were so talented - another part of him she simply adored. This man - this talented, gorgeous, intelligent and courageous man - was all hers, and seemed content to bring her to absolute bliss using only his wondrous digits. Two fingers slipped around her opening, filling her with warmth and desire without giving her quite the fulfillment she craved, driving her crazy. Around her clit though, he was more generous, his thumb caressing it and applying just the right pressure in the most perfect possible way. He was driving her wild with need for him, holding her at the very edge of orgasm and in a deliciously torturous way.
"Draco," she whimpered, pulling his head up to have his lips meet hers. Hermione was desperate for him now, burning with desire. Her husband was quite simply *amazing*, Hermione decided. He’d roused her sensually from her sleep, and brought her to near orgasmic bliss within a few mere moments. It didn’t get much better than this, she thought. Her lover was also quite the gentleman, and acquiesced to her demand. Draco rolled onto her body and used his hands to guide his erection into her. Slowly. Impossibly, deliciously, s l o w l y, the way she liked it, so she could identify him filling every inch of her.
They moaned in unison, relishing in the perfection of their union. Never could Hermione remember feeling *this* good, this whole, and all at the hands of the man she loved completely.
Draco's moan of contentment added to her elation - the acknowledgement that the joy, the sexual pleasure and utter contentment that she found in him was reciprocated. "God, you feel…" he began, before breaking off and *moaning* against her lips as he kissed her. God, this truly was perfection. Slowly, Draco began thrusting inside of her, unhurriedly at first, drawing himself out of her with an almost reluctant pull before plunging back inside of her hot core.
Draco's hand reached between their joined bodies, and just then, Hermione thought she might exhaust herself from too much pleasure, as he caressed her clit with delightful, swift touches timed alongside his plunging inside of her.
All Hermione could feel was Draco, lost in his touches and his body and the love she could feel radiating from him through to her. She couldn't feel anything but him, inside of her, *touching* her.
But along with the *wonderful* feeling of just Draco, was the disconcerting realization that all she could feel was her husband - no bed beneath her or covers around her ankles.
"Bloody hell," Hermione exclaimed, startled.
"Merlin, yes. Oh… Ohhhh," moaned Draco, taking Hermione's startled exclamation as something else.
"Draco, no. Shit. We're *levitating*," she hissed, her voice a mixture of fear coupled with her already intense arousal. It made for a heady combination to her husband's ears. She was clutching at his body, drawing them closer still and despite her fear, the sensation of feeling only him was incredibly erotic.
"You noticed that?" he asked, his voice heavy and distracted. Certainly this wasn't quite the time to be *discussing* the dynamics of their sex life, but Hermione was certainly disconcerted by the fact she and her husband had started *flying* as they made love. But if anything, the disconcerting situation was making her more and more aroused - being able to feel only Draco touching her and kissing her was such an amazing experience.
"Oh, I -" Hermione paused, moaning, as Draco thrust inside of her, swiftly and deeply, filling her completely, "-noticed." Her breathing was incredibly laboured. The initial shock of their levitation was subsiding, giving way to sheer arousal. "But how?"
"Hermione," he whispered her name seductively against her ear. His voice soft, caressing her name, and almost as erotic as what was happening to them. "You know that we can perform wandless magic when experiencing intense emotions. What's more intense," he asked, once again reaching down between their joined bodies to caress her clitoris, "than this?" He drove the question home, quite literally, by thrusting deeply again.
Hermione could tell her husband was incredibly close, and would later think back and be amazed at how coherent he sounded. His explanation was enough for her, and it only served to remind her how intense this experience was - both emotionally and, God, physically. Seeking out his lips, she claimed her husband's mouth, and came around his cock as he continued to touch her intimately. Hermione had never felt something quite that spectacular; sex, magic and romance all combined to create one incredibly erotic moment that left her body quivering around her husband's hard member.
Feeling Hermione come around him was Draco's undoing, and with a final surge of erratic thrusts, he came inside of her, momentarily speechless from his explosive climax.
They remained hovering in the air for several moments, still intimately joined, kissing softly, and enjoying the sweet afterglow. When Draco withdrew from Hermione's spent body, they fell back onto the bed with a soft thud.
"Well," conceded Hermione, "that was new."
Draco murmured his agreement, and settled down against the pillows, drawing Hermione into his arms and dropping a kiss against her hair. "I'm up for plenty of new experiences this week."
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Flying Duo
kataclysmic
The next morning, Hermione was roused from her sleep by the soft caress of her husband's fingers stroking her breasts. She smiled to herself before opening her eyes; if there was something Draco could do well, it was think of a pleasant way to wake her up. Hermione moved into her husband's touch, and relished the feeling. Before they wed, they had taken a vow of celibacy. It was a romantic ideal on Hermione's part, and somewhat of a nuisance on Draco's. Yet now every time they were together it felt sacred and new, as if they were rediscovering each other, and making each of their couplings more brilliant than the last.
Leaning forward, Hermione kissed Draco as he continued to caress her breasts, but gave up the lip contact as Draco kissed down her neck and replaced his talented fingers with his mouth and tongue. Sleeping naked definitely had its advantages, Hermione decided as Draco's hands slipped between her legs and found her wet, aching center. Easy access.
His fingers were so talented - another part of him she simply adored. This man - this talented, gorgeous, intelligent and courageous man - was all hers, and seemed content to bring her to absolute bliss using only his wondrous digits. Two fingers slipped around her opening, filling her with warmth and desire without giving her quite the fulfillment she craved, driving her crazy. Around her clit though, he was more generous, his thumb caressing it and applying just the right pressure in the most perfect possible way. He was driving her wild with need for him, holding her at the very edge of orgasm and in a deliciously torturous way.
"Draco," she whimpered, pulling his head up to have his lips meet hers. Hermione was desperate for him now, burning with desire. Her husband was quite simply *amazing*, Hermione decided. He’d roused her sensually from her sleep, and brought her to near orgasmic bliss within a few mere moments. It didn’t get much better than this, she thought. Her lover was also quite the gentleman, and acquiesced to her demand. Draco rolled onto her body and used his hands to guide his erection into her. Slowly. Impossibly, deliciously, s l o w l y, the way she liked it, so she could identify him filling every inch of her.
They moaned in unison, relishing in the perfection of their union. Never could Hermione remember feeling *this* good, this whole, and all at the hands of the man she loved completely.
Draco's moan of contentment added to her elation - the acknowledgement that the joy, the sexual pleasure and utter contentment that she found in him was reciprocated. "God, you feel…" he began, before breaking off and *moaning* against her lips as he kissed her. God, this truly was perfection. Slowly, Draco began thrusting inside of her, unhurriedly at first, drawing himself out of her with an almost reluctant pull before plunging back inside of her hot core.
Draco's hand reached between their joined bodies, and just then, Hermione thought she might exhaust herself from too much pleasure, as he caressed her clit with delightful, swift touches timed alongside his plunging inside of her.
All Hermione could feel was Draco, lost in his touches and his body and the love she could feel radiating from him through to her. She couldn't feel anything but him, inside of her, *touching* her.
But along with the *wonderful* feeling of just Draco, was the disconcerting realization that all she could feel was her husband - no bed beneath her or covers around her ankles.
"Bloody hell," Hermione exclaimed, startled.
"Merlin, yes. Oh… Ohhhh," moaned Draco, taking Hermione's startled exclamation as something else.
"Draco, no. Shit. We're *levitating*," she hissed, her voice a mixture of fear coupled with her already intense arousal. It made for a heady combination to her husband's ears. She was clutching at his body, drawing them closer still and despite her fear, the sensation of feeling only him was incredibly erotic.
"You noticed that?" he asked, his voice heavy and distracted. Certainly this wasn't quite the time to be *discussing* the dynamics of their sex life, but Hermione was certainly disconcerted by the fact she and her husband had started *flying* as they made love. But if anything, the disconcerting situation was making her more and more aroused - being able to feel only Draco touching her and kissing her was such an amazing experience.
"Oh, I -" Hermione paused, moaning, as Draco thrust inside of her, swiftly and deeply, filling her completely, "-noticed." Her breathing was incredibly laboured. The initial shock of their levitation was subsiding, giving way to sheer arousal. "But how?"
"Hermione," he whispered her name seductively against her ear. His voice soft, caressing her name, and almost as erotic as what was happening to them. "You know that we can perform wandless magic when experiencing intense emotions. What's more intense," he asked, once again reaching down between their joined bodies to caress her clitoris, "than this?" He drove the question home, quite literally, by thrusting deeply again.
Hermione could tell her husband was incredibly close, and would later think back and be amazed at how coherent he sounded. His explanation was enough for her, and it only served to remind her how intense this experience was - both emotionally and, God, physically. Seeking out his lips, she claimed her husband's mouth, and came around his cock as he continued to touch her intimately. Hermione had never felt something quite that spectacular; sex, magic and romance all combined to create one incredibly erotic moment that left her body quivering around her husband's hard member.
Feeling Hermione come around him was Draco's undoing, and with a final surge of erratic thrusts, he came inside of her, momentarily speechless from his explosive climax.
They remained hovering in the air for several moments, still intimately joined, kissing softly, and enjoying the sweet afterglow. When Draco withdrew from Hermione's spent body, they fell back onto the bed with a soft thud.
"Well," conceded Hermione, "that was new."
Draco murmured his agreement, and settled down against the pillows, drawing Hermione into his arms and dropping a kiss against her hair. "I'm up for plenty of new experiences this week."
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