Seven Ways In Seven Days
Here's Day 6...
Day 6: Caught
jess_lovecat04
Hermione's brain ground to a halt. The sight of his wet hair sticking to his face and beads of water clinging to his shoulders through the swirling haze of steam cleared her every thought but one; she needed a bath. Normally, just the sight of him was enough for certain parts of her anatomy to become languid with longing; but there was extra incentive now… She could see him stroking himself in the green-tinged bathwater.
Amused, Hermione crossed her arms; any second, he'd open his eyes and find that he'd been caught. She waited, slyly observing how slow his fist moved on his cock. There was a line of concentration between his brows; he was just getting started, Hermione mused. Draco was not the type to get himself off in a bath; he must have been preparing for her return from robe shopping.
Draco hadn't heard her come in and had yet to feel her stare, so she quietly pulled off her robes and dropped them in a forgotten heap. Hermione quickly slipped off her shoes and leaned against the sink. She'd become instantly slick when she'd walked through the door but she was loathe to interrupt him. He was a beautiful sight in his blissfully ignorant repose.
As his tight fingers slipped up and down his cock, Hermione undid her bra. She couldn't take her eyes off his torturously slow movement. Her hand strayed to one of her breasts and teased the sensitive underside. Not one that easily became aroused by her own hand on her nipples, she made quick work of her knickers and sat on the chilly counter. Anchoring one heel against the ceramic sink, Hermione slowly spread her juices over the folds of her damp nether lips with deft fingers.
A small sigh came from Draco; Hermione bit her lip to keep from destroying his pleasure by emitting her own. She saw his hand abandon his rigid cock and move lower to fondle his balls; she knew from experience how much he loved it. The expression on his face relaxed. Hermione felt her body flush with excitement in response. There was something completely erotic about watching him without his knowledge.
Hermione slid a finger inside of herself and barely contained her groan of satisfaction. Her other hand automatically began teasing her clit; she wasn't going to last long this way. She focused on Draco's talented hands. One hung over the side of the tub, fingers flexing; the other had returned to rhythmically stroking his increasingly swollen cock. Unable to help herself, Hermione slid a second finger into her dripping folds and bit on a groan as her fingers kept time to Draco's hand. Unexpected and sudden, her thumb brushed her clit and she came, shaking and moaning, on her hand.
Limp, Hermione opened her eyes at the sound of water sloshing. She'd been found out. Draco was ruefully smirking at her - she'd pay for spying.
"I was waiting for you, Darling," he said reproachfully, moving towards her with his cock proudly preceding him.
"I know," Hermione said with a sleepy grin. She gasped as he buried a finger inside of her sensitive passage without warning.
"What am I going to do with my selfish little wife?" his breath feathered over her face.
Hermione's guilty smile turned into a slack-jawed sigh as he pressed a second finger inside of her. He slowly pulled them out and, to her marvelous regret, pushed them back in as deep as they could go. Hermione caught her balance with her hands against Draco's shoulders and met his eyes. His smirk was intact, but his eyes clearly conveyed desire.
She felt his fingers caressing her insides, burning her susceptible skin. The combination of a little, fiery pain and the pleasure so recently passed made her hot and drenched all over again.
"Was it worth it? Hm? A quick finger-fuck instead of your husband's loving touch?"
Hermione looked at Draco through lowered lashes; he was being mockingly crude. His shoulder flexed under her hand while he continued his slow manipulation of her dripping slit. She cried out as his fingers slid upwards and pinched her clit; her fingernails bit into his shoulder in retaliation.
With a fierce look, Draco pulled her forward on the counter by the backs of her knees. His hips held her knees wide and the head of hic cock caressed her overly-sensitive folds. Hermione gasped feeling the head part her slit and teasingly withdraw. She made a negative noise and shifted, trying to guide him into her pulsing passage.
"Oh, no you don't," Draco whispered, pushing on her shoulders until they touched the cold surface of the mirror. He leaned over her and ran his tongue down her neck. Hermione shivered; the air was cooling and the frigid surface at her back made her chilly. All thoughts of being cold fled her mind feeling the velvet head of Draco's erection touch her swollen, dripping slit again.
Draco's lips found her nipple and began suckling at it; she mewed and laced both hands into his damp hair. His mouth tormented her breast until she was sure it'd be twice its normal size. Fresh wetness leaked between her thighs and she tried once more, to encourage Draco to impale her.
Draco chuckled against her chest and moved to her other breast, lavishing the same thorough attention on it as he had the first. By the time he lifted his head, Hermione was a sodden, writhing wanton. She pulled his face to hers and he obligingly, bruised her lips in a passionate kiss.
Finally, Hermione felt Draco's cock enter her; but just a bit. He was definitely intent making her suffer. She turned her head with a growl and reached for his hips. Draco caught her wrists and easily pinned them to the counter.
"What's this, darling? Feeling a bit frustrated?" he cooed.
Hermione felt her face flush, "You rotten, wretched… Just fuck me, Draco!"
A naughty grin spread over Draco's pink lips, "As my wife commands."
With strength that left her breathless, Draco pulled on her legs and his cock slid deep inside of her. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist and opened her mouth in wordless ecstasy. Tilting his pelvis, Draco slowly drew out of her. Hermione bit her lip, relishing every centimeter of his flesh. Slow and sweet was one thing but slow and punishing was completely something else… She would never be disappointed or bored in this marriage…
Hermione managed to free one of her hands and cupped the back of Draco's neck.
"Naughty…witch…" he breathed, pushing deeper into Hermione. "Isn't this…better?"
"Yes, Draco," Hermione moaned. She deliberately tightened the muscles of her pussy, urging him to move faster. She could feel light tremors running through her, matching his thrusts.
As though their bodies were tuned to the same sexual rhythm, Draco increased his pace. His hands gripped her hips, forcing her clit to grind into his crinkly-haired abdomen. Hermione gasped, her body flushing with heat, her limbs tingling in pleasure.
Draco's cock suddenly grew wider and he thrust hard into Hermione a few more times as she dissolved into deaf, blinding bliss. Hermione cradled her husband's face on her chest, panting to catch her breath. His lips touched the top of her rounded breast and she sighed.
"I need to move, Darling," Hermione said. "This isn't very comfortable."
Draco pushed his hips at her, making her gasp. Little shivers of pleasure rushed through her; he knew how sensitive she was after sex.
"Think about that next time I catch you spying on me," he teased, gently withdrawing from her.
'Oh, I will,' Hermione thought as she gingerly maneuvered off the sticky counter.
It was funny that Hermione loved so many things about Draco considering their 'rocky start' but every day, she loved him more… He was the piece missing from the puzzle of her life and the trust between them was deep. As she joined her husband in bed, she wondered what hole in her life he'd fill the next day…
Day 6: Caught
jess_lovecat04
Hermione's brain ground to a halt. The sight of his wet hair sticking to his face and beads of water clinging to his shoulders through the swirling haze of steam cleared her every thought but one; she needed a bath. Normally, just the sight of him was enough for certain parts of her anatomy to become languid with longing; but there was extra incentive now… She could see him stroking himself in the green-tinged bathwater.
Amused, Hermione crossed her arms; any second, he'd open his eyes and find that he'd been caught. She waited, slyly observing how slow his fist moved on his cock. There was a line of concentration between his brows; he was just getting started, Hermione mused. Draco was not the type to get himself off in a bath; he must have been preparing for her return from robe shopping.
Draco hadn't heard her come in and had yet to feel her stare, so she quietly pulled off her robes and dropped them in a forgotten heap. Hermione quickly slipped off her shoes and leaned against the sink. She'd become instantly slick when she'd walked through the door but she was loathe to interrupt him. He was a beautiful sight in his blissfully ignorant repose.
As his tight fingers slipped up and down his cock, Hermione undid her bra. She couldn't take her eyes off his torturously slow movement. Her hand strayed to one of her breasts and teased the sensitive underside. Not one that easily became aroused by her own hand on her nipples, she made quick work of her knickers and sat on the chilly counter. Anchoring one heel against the ceramic sink, Hermione slowly spread her juices over the folds of her damp nether lips with deft fingers.
A small sigh came from Draco; Hermione bit her lip to keep from destroying his pleasure by emitting her own. She saw his hand abandon his rigid cock and move lower to fondle his balls; she knew from experience how much he loved it. The expression on his face relaxed. Hermione felt her body flush with excitement in response. There was something completely erotic about watching him without his knowledge.
Hermione slid a finger inside of herself and barely contained her groan of satisfaction. Her other hand automatically began teasing her clit; she wasn't going to last long this way. She focused on Draco's talented hands. One hung over the side of the tub, fingers flexing; the other had returned to rhythmically stroking his increasingly swollen cock. Unable to help herself, Hermione slid a second finger into her dripping folds and bit on a groan as her fingers kept time to Draco's hand. Unexpected and sudden, her thumb brushed her clit and she came, shaking and moaning, on her hand.
Limp, Hermione opened her eyes at the sound of water sloshing. She'd been found out. Draco was ruefully smirking at her - she'd pay for spying.
"I was waiting for you, Darling," he said reproachfully, moving towards her with his cock proudly preceding him.
"I know," Hermione said with a sleepy grin. She gasped as he buried a finger inside of her sensitive passage without warning.
"What am I going to do with my selfish little wife?" his breath feathered over her face.
Hermione's guilty smile turned into a slack-jawed sigh as he pressed a second finger inside of her. He slowly pulled them out and, to her marvelous regret, pushed them back in as deep as they could go. Hermione caught her balance with her hands against Draco's shoulders and met his eyes. His smirk was intact, but his eyes clearly conveyed desire.
She felt his fingers caressing her insides, burning her susceptible skin. The combination of a little, fiery pain and the pleasure so recently passed made her hot and drenched all over again.
"Was it worth it? Hm? A quick finger-fuck instead of your husband's loving touch?"
Hermione looked at Draco through lowered lashes; he was being mockingly crude. His shoulder flexed under her hand while he continued his slow manipulation of her dripping slit. She cried out as his fingers slid upwards and pinched her clit; her fingernails bit into his shoulder in retaliation.
With a fierce look, Draco pulled her forward on the counter by the backs of her knees. His hips held her knees wide and the head of hic cock caressed her overly-sensitive folds. Hermione gasped feeling the head part her slit and teasingly withdraw. She made a negative noise and shifted, trying to guide him into her pulsing passage.
"Oh, no you don't," Draco whispered, pushing on her shoulders until they touched the cold surface of the mirror. He leaned over her and ran his tongue down her neck. Hermione shivered; the air was cooling and the frigid surface at her back made her chilly. All thoughts of being cold fled her mind feeling the velvet head of Draco's erection touch her swollen, dripping slit again.
Draco's lips found her nipple and began suckling at it; she mewed and laced both hands into his damp hair. His mouth tormented her breast until she was sure it'd be twice its normal size. Fresh wetness leaked between her thighs and she tried once more, to encourage Draco to impale her.
Draco chuckled against her chest and moved to her other breast, lavishing the same thorough attention on it as he had the first. By the time he lifted his head, Hermione was a sodden, writhing wanton. She pulled his face to hers and he obligingly, bruised her lips in a passionate kiss.
Finally, Hermione felt Draco's cock enter her; but just a bit. He was definitely intent making her suffer. She turned her head with a growl and reached for his hips. Draco caught her wrists and easily pinned them to the counter.
"What's this, darling? Feeling a bit frustrated?" he cooed.
Hermione felt her face flush, "You rotten, wretched… Just fuck me, Draco!"
A naughty grin spread over Draco's pink lips, "As my wife commands."
With strength that left her breathless, Draco pulled on her legs and his cock slid deep inside of her. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist and opened her mouth in wordless ecstasy. Tilting his pelvis, Draco slowly drew out of her. Hermione bit her lip, relishing every centimeter of his flesh. Slow and sweet was one thing but slow and punishing was completely something else… She would never be disappointed or bored in this marriage…
Hermione managed to free one of her hands and cupped the back of Draco's neck.
"Naughty…witch…" he breathed, pushing deeper into Hermione. "Isn't this…better?"
"Yes, Draco," Hermione moaned. She deliberately tightened the muscles of her pussy, urging him to move faster. She could feel light tremors running through her, matching his thrusts.
As though their bodies were tuned to the same sexual rhythm, Draco increased his pace. His hands gripped her hips, forcing her clit to grind into his crinkly-haired abdomen. Hermione gasped, her body flushing with heat, her limbs tingling in pleasure.
Draco's cock suddenly grew wider and he thrust hard into Hermione a few more times as she dissolved into deaf, blinding bliss. Hermione cradled her husband's face on her chest, panting to catch her breath. His lips touched the top of her rounded breast and she sighed.
"I need to move, Darling," Hermione said. "This isn't very comfortable."
Draco pushed his hips at her, making her gasp. Little shivers of pleasure rushed through her; he knew how sensitive she was after sex.
"Think about that next time I catch you spying on me," he teased, gently withdrawing from her.
'Oh, I will,' Hermione thought as she gingerly maneuvered off the sticky counter.
It was funny that Hermione loved so many things about Draco considering their 'rocky start' but every day, she loved him more… He was the piece missing from the puzzle of her life and the trust between them was deep. As she joined her husband in bed, she wondered what hole in her life he'd fill the next day…