Smutathon Entry 8: Time Is of the Essence (Hermione/I'll leave that to your imagination)
Title: Time Is Of The Essence
Pairing: Hermione/? (I'll leave that your imagination…)
A/N: None
Smut:
'We don't have much time. Ron will be back soon.'
'Since when did you ever need much time?'
The knowing tone of his voice sends shivers up her spine. Before she can even think of a suitable reply, his mouth is on hers, enveloping in her in a musky bubble of lust. His strong hands snake around her waist and he pulls her roughly towards him, their bodies crashing together. Her back meets the cold surface of the bedroom wall, and she finds him pinning her arms high above her head, all the while kissing her with a deep sense of urgency, a rippling of warmth beginning to spread through her body.
Eventually his mouth leaves hers. Before she has a chance mourn the absence, she feels him smile against her skin, and the tingling graze of stubble against the line of her jaw. She feels his soft, soft lips brush the sensitive spot behind her ear, the nape of her neck, her collarbone. Her breathing becomes heavier as his hot, peppering kisses developed into delicate nipping.
'Fuck me,' she breathes, his mouth reaching her full breasts. Slowly, he swirls his tongue around her hardened nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking. She lets out a whimper as he gently clamps his teeth around the nub, teasing her.
The bastard.
Wrapping her fingers in his hair impatiently, she draws his mouth to hers. As she does so, his hands lightly trail down her shoulders, her waist, her hips, before moving to the tender area of her inside thighs, his fingertips tracing feather-soft circles, slowly travelling upwards. Breathless, her chest rises in desire and she pulls her mouth away from his in a heavy gasp, as his fingers find her core and began to stroke.
In response, she moves her own mouth to his smooth skin, and finds herself biting down on his shoulder when he plunges two firm fingers inside of her. She freezes; lost in the moment, lost to him - lost in blissful, libidinous oblivion.
Just feeling.
Then he begins to pump - slowly at first, in a regular rhythm. She rocks her hips around his fist, wanting to feel more. Needing to feel more. Like she would die if he stopped, if only for a moment. He picks up the pace. Faster, faster. A frenzy.
She can feel it building. She knows it's coming - she's coming. But before the warmth can truly wash over, he slips his fingers out.
Empty. She's empty.
Suddenly, the hands are back - this time cupping her bum cheeks and lifting her up. He lowers her slowly, deliberately, until his slick tip meets her entry, the touch alone causing her knees to tremble in want. She descends gradually, allowing herself to relish every millimetre of his thick shaft filling her. Almost without thinking, she grinds herself against him. Anything to relieve the agonising ache in her lower member, to send her to that place that she's been craving. He begins to thrust, slowly pulling out and pushing in deeply, and she knows she's close.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
With one final buck, she feels her climax washing over her, and she throws back her head in pleasure. They stay like this for a few moments; hot, sweaty and gasping. Grinning, he kisses the front of neck as she struggles to restore her breathing.
'I told you you didn't need much time.'
Pairing: Hermione/? (I'll leave that your imagination…)
A/N: None
Smut:
'We don't have much time. Ron will be back soon.'
'Since when did you ever need much time?'
The knowing tone of his voice sends shivers up her spine. Before she can even think of a suitable reply, his mouth is on hers, enveloping in her in a musky bubble of lust. His strong hands snake around her waist and he pulls her roughly towards him, their bodies crashing together. Her back meets the cold surface of the bedroom wall, and she finds him pinning her arms high above her head, all the while kissing her with a deep sense of urgency, a rippling of warmth beginning to spread through her body.
Eventually his mouth leaves hers. Before she has a chance mourn the absence, she feels him smile against her skin, and the tingling graze of stubble against the line of her jaw. She feels his soft, soft lips brush the sensitive spot behind her ear, the nape of her neck, her collarbone. Her breathing becomes heavier as his hot, peppering kisses developed into delicate nipping.
'Fuck me,' she breathes, his mouth reaching her full breasts. Slowly, he swirls his tongue around her hardened nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking. She lets out a whimper as he gently clamps his teeth around the nub, teasing her.
The bastard.
Wrapping her fingers in his hair impatiently, she draws his mouth to hers. As she does so, his hands lightly trail down her shoulders, her waist, her hips, before moving to the tender area of her inside thighs, his fingertips tracing feather-soft circles, slowly travelling upwards. Breathless, her chest rises in desire and she pulls her mouth away from his in a heavy gasp, as his fingers find her core and began to stroke.
In response, she moves her own mouth to his smooth skin, and finds herself biting down on his shoulder when he plunges two firm fingers inside of her. She freezes; lost in the moment, lost to him - lost in blissful, libidinous oblivion.
Just feeling.
Then he begins to pump - slowly at first, in a regular rhythm. She rocks her hips around his fist, wanting to feel more. Needing to feel more. Like she would die if he stopped, if only for a moment. He picks up the pace. Faster, faster. A frenzy.
She can feel it building. She knows it's coming - she's coming. But before the warmth can truly wash over, he slips his fingers out.
Empty. She's empty.
Suddenly, the hands are back - this time cupping her bum cheeks and lifting her up. He lowers her slowly, deliberately, until his slick tip meets her entry, the touch alone causing her knees to tremble in want. She descends gradually, allowing herself to relish every millimetre of his thick shaft filling her. Almost without thinking, she grinds herself against him. Anything to relieve the agonising ache in her lower member, to send her to that place that she's been craving. He begins to thrust, slowly pulling out and pushing in deeply, and she knows she's close.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
With one final buck, she feels her climax washing over her, and she throws back her head in pleasure. They stay like this for a few moments; hot, sweaty and gasping. Grinning, he kisses the front of neck as she struggles to restore her breathing.
'I told you you didn't need much time.'