Physical Sensations - 1/1 - Adult - George/Hermione
Title: Physical Sensations (1/1)
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: George would never use anything on her without her permission, but it amused him endlessly how she would use anything as an excuse rather than accept how dirty her mind was. George/Hermione.
Word Count: 1427.
A/N: Written for the books_freckles Smutty Summer Alphabet Challenge. My word was 'lick'.
He had been expecting her all day. When Hermione Granger finally showed up at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes five minutes before he closed the shop, George decided to make an executive decision - he was one of the owners, after all - and close just that little bit early.
As soon as he locked the door and flipped the sign to ‘closed’, she was on him, arms around his neck and kissing him hard. He laughed against her lips, eventually pulling back to ask, “Miss me?”
She sighed, George tucking a stray curl behind her ear. “I’ve been stuck in the office all day. Wanted to come and see you at lunchtime but I couldn’t get away.”
He kissed her again, a little more softly this time. “Well, you’re here now.” He smiled slyly. “And something tells me that you’re feeling very horny.”
It would be unfair to say that their relationship revolved around sex. However, it would not be wholly false to say that, either. When they had first begun their relationship, it had been purely physical, two single and unattached people who had needed a release and fuelled by alcohol and possibly something deeper.
A one-off had become once a month, had become once a week, had become can’t-keep-my-hands-off-you. Neither had been able to hold down a relationship with anyone else, which Hermione reasoned was because they both knew that, if it ended, they could always go back to the best sex either of them had ever had, essentially rendering any other relationships doomed from the start.
After a year, Hermione had finally announced that they appeared to be in a proper relationship, and so they should probably start acting like it. In the six months since she had announced this, George hadn’t really noticed anything different about what they were doing, except that Hermione kept a toothbrush at his flat and they went out to dinner and had sex in semi-public places.
Which was really nothing to complain about.
Hermione nodded as George’s hand trailed up from her waist to gently squeeze her breast. “Have been all day.” Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Did you put something in my coffee this morning?”
“Maybe. Maybe not.” He ground himself against her. “All I can think about right now, though, is getting you naked on my bed.”
He hadn’t put anything in her coffee, of course. George would never use anything on her without her permission, but it amused him endlessly how she would use anything as an excuse rather than accept how dirty her mind was.
“I think I like the sound of that, too,” Hermione agreed.
George kissed her. “Okay. I need to sort the till out and make sure the safe’s secure. You… go and get naked.” When Hermione smiled and turned to the door that led to the stairs, he gave her arse a quick pinch, loving the glare she threw him over her shoulder.
It didn’t take him long to cash up and make sure that their takings were in the safe for the night. His speed was partly due to the fact that he knew how to do everything automatically and partly because his cock was becoming increasingly hard as he thought about the witch who was waiting for him upstairs.
As he finished, he spotted a jar of a new product and picked it up, grinning. He had a feeling that Hermione would definitely appreciate him using this out on her.
Climbing the stairs, George shed his robes as he went, throwing them onto the couch in the living area and tugging his shirt up over his head. His shoes and shoes were kicked across the room and he managed to shimmy out of his jeans, briefly cupping his hard-on through his boxers.
He slipped into his bedroom, closing the door behind him and licking his lips at the sight in front of him. Hermione was lying on his bed, her clothes already neatly folded on a chair and wearing nothing but a smile. “Took you long enough,” she remarked.
“Good things come to those who wait,” he teased her, setting the jar down on her bedside cabinet. George pushed down his boxers, setting out of them. He felt a swell of pride when he saw the lusty look on Hermione’s face.
Climbing onto the bed, his finger traced along the curve of her breast, sending a delicious tremor through Hermione. “What is that stuff?” she asked, his thumb brushing over her nipple.
George smiled slyly, withdrawing his hand. He unscrewed the lid of the jar, scooping out a blob of the gel with his finger. “Just a little something I’ve been working on.”
“What does it do?”
He leant in, kissing her gently. “Too many questions,” he murmured. “Just… relax and enjoy this.”
The gel was cold when he traced it around both of her nipples and she gasped at the temperature. A moment later, though, it started to warm up and Hermione groaned. It felt as though a hot mouth had enveloped both nipples, licking and sucking and driving her wild. Her nipples hardened as the sensations continued and Hermione looked up at George with lust-filled eyes.
“Oh,” she moaned, her back arching and pushing her breasts forward to these invisible mouths. “That feels…” Hermione shivered at the feeling of a tongue sweeping around her nipple.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” George asked. He dipped his finger into the jar again, painting his name onto her belly with the gel. To Hermione, it was as though someone was tracing the letters onto her skin with their tongue, over and over. She let out a ragged breath, her head falling backwards as George applied some of the gel to her neck.
“Tried it myself last night. Put it all over my cock.” He dipped his head down, nipping at her ear and whispering, “Next best thing to your mouth.”
Hermione whimpered at the image that conjured up, knowing the look on his face when she took him into her mouth, knowing the sounds he made as he came.
George hummed lightly as he trailed more of the gel down her body, drawing circles on her thighs with his finger. He nudged her legs apart, swiping a gel-covered finger over her wet cunt. Hermione gasped and he smiled to himself, adding more. His finger circled around her entrance and over the wet lips of her cunt. Finally, he applied some to her clit and Hermione’s fingers curled into the bedcovers as what felt like a hot mouth started insistently and relentlessly licking her cunt.
Watching as Hermione writhed on the bed, invisible mouths licking and sucking her skin, George started to stroke his cock. The traces of the gel on his hand heightened the sensations and he bit his lip as he saw a familiar flush on Hermione’s skin.
She arched her back, hips moving in an irregular rhythm as she felt the first stirrings of her climax tugging at her. “George.”
He grunted in response, his hand moving faster over his cock. George’s eyes darkened further with lust when Hermione reached a hand between her legs, touching herself in addition to the gel. Her hips thrust up, pushing her fingers deeper into her cunt. A sheen of perspiration covered her body as Hermione tried to get off. Her eyes flicked up to him, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
Crying out, Hermione came with her back arching and body shuddering. Coming didn’t stop the gel from working, though, and Hermione’s cunt was still being licked by invisible tongues as she withdrew her hand. She whimpered slightly, the sensations on her breasts starting to fade now. “Fuck. George.”
Her eyes widened suddenly and she gripped the sheets as she came again, barely having time to recover from her first orgasm. She gave an incoherent moan, her cunt still throbbing from the first time; she felt like she was on fire, so hot and wickedly sensitive all over.
She lay back on the bed, her eyes closed and breathing heavily. A few moments later, she heard George’s groan as he came, the hot evidence of his release splattering onto her thighs.
Hermione looked up at him with half-closed eyes. “That stuff is amazing,” she told him, still breathless. “How did you come up with it?”
Sticky and sweaty, George lay down next to her, nuzzling her neck. “By accident,” he admitted.
Hermione laughed softly. “In that case, I am never going to complain about you having accidents in the lab again.”
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: George would never use anything on her without her permission, but it amused him endlessly how she would use anything as an excuse rather than accept how dirty her mind was. George/Hermione.
Word Count: 1427.
A/N: Written for the books_freckles Smutty Summer Alphabet Challenge. My word was 'lick'.
He had been expecting her all day. When Hermione Granger finally showed up at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes five minutes before he closed the shop, George decided to make an executive decision - he was one of the owners, after all - and close just that little bit early.
As soon as he locked the door and flipped the sign to ‘closed’, she was on him, arms around his neck and kissing him hard. He laughed against her lips, eventually pulling back to ask, “Miss me?”
She sighed, George tucking a stray curl behind her ear. “I’ve been stuck in the office all day. Wanted to come and see you at lunchtime but I couldn’t get away.”
He kissed her again, a little more softly this time. “Well, you’re here now.” He smiled slyly. “And something tells me that you’re feeling very horny.”
It would be unfair to say that their relationship revolved around sex. However, it would not be wholly false to say that, either. When they had first begun their relationship, it had been purely physical, two single and unattached people who had needed a release and fuelled by alcohol and possibly something deeper.
A one-off had become once a month, had become once a week, had become can’t-keep-my-hands-off-you. Neither had been able to hold down a relationship with anyone else, which Hermione reasoned was because they both knew that, if it ended, they could always go back to the best sex either of them had ever had, essentially rendering any other relationships doomed from the start.
After a year, Hermione had finally announced that they appeared to be in a proper relationship, and so they should probably start acting like it. In the six months since she had announced this, George hadn’t really noticed anything different about what they were doing, except that Hermione kept a toothbrush at his flat and they went out to dinner and had sex in semi-public places.
Which was really nothing to complain about.
Hermione nodded as George’s hand trailed up from her waist to gently squeeze her breast. “Have been all day.” Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Did you put something in my coffee this morning?”
“Maybe. Maybe not.” He ground himself against her. “All I can think about right now, though, is getting you naked on my bed.”
He hadn’t put anything in her coffee, of course. George would never use anything on her without her permission, but it amused him endlessly how she would use anything as an excuse rather than accept how dirty her mind was.
“I think I like the sound of that, too,” Hermione agreed.
George kissed her. “Okay. I need to sort the till out and make sure the safe’s secure. You… go and get naked.” When Hermione smiled and turned to the door that led to the stairs, he gave her arse a quick pinch, loving the glare she threw him over her shoulder.
It didn’t take him long to cash up and make sure that their takings were in the safe for the night. His speed was partly due to the fact that he knew how to do everything automatically and partly because his cock was becoming increasingly hard as he thought about the witch who was waiting for him upstairs.
As he finished, he spotted a jar of a new product and picked it up, grinning. He had a feeling that Hermione would definitely appreciate him using this out on her.
Climbing the stairs, George shed his robes as he went, throwing them onto the couch in the living area and tugging his shirt up over his head. His shoes and shoes were kicked across the room and he managed to shimmy out of his jeans, briefly cupping his hard-on through his boxers.
He slipped into his bedroom, closing the door behind him and licking his lips at the sight in front of him. Hermione was lying on his bed, her clothes already neatly folded on a chair and wearing nothing but a smile. “Took you long enough,” she remarked.
“Good things come to those who wait,” he teased her, setting the jar down on her bedside cabinet. George pushed down his boxers, setting out of them. He felt a swell of pride when he saw the lusty look on Hermione’s face.
Climbing onto the bed, his finger traced along the curve of her breast, sending a delicious tremor through Hermione. “What is that stuff?” she asked, his thumb brushing over her nipple.
George smiled slyly, withdrawing his hand. He unscrewed the lid of the jar, scooping out a blob of the gel with his finger. “Just a little something I’ve been working on.”
“What does it do?”
He leant in, kissing her gently. “Too many questions,” he murmured. “Just… relax and enjoy this.”
The gel was cold when he traced it around both of her nipples and she gasped at the temperature. A moment later, though, it started to warm up and Hermione groaned. It felt as though a hot mouth had enveloped both nipples, licking and sucking and driving her wild. Her nipples hardened as the sensations continued and Hermione looked up at George with lust-filled eyes.
“Oh,” she moaned, her back arching and pushing her breasts forward to these invisible mouths. “That feels…” Hermione shivered at the feeling of a tongue sweeping around her nipple.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” George asked. He dipped his finger into the jar again, painting his name onto her belly with the gel. To Hermione, it was as though someone was tracing the letters onto her skin with their tongue, over and over. She let out a ragged breath, her head falling backwards as George applied some of the gel to her neck.
“Tried it myself last night. Put it all over my cock.” He dipped his head down, nipping at her ear and whispering, “Next best thing to your mouth.”
Hermione whimpered at the image that conjured up, knowing the look on his face when she took him into her mouth, knowing the sounds he made as he came.
George hummed lightly as he trailed more of the gel down her body, drawing circles on her thighs with his finger. He nudged her legs apart, swiping a gel-covered finger over her wet cunt. Hermione gasped and he smiled to himself, adding more. His finger circled around her entrance and over the wet lips of her cunt. Finally, he applied some to her clit and Hermione’s fingers curled into the bedcovers as what felt like a hot mouth started insistently and relentlessly licking her cunt.
Watching as Hermione writhed on the bed, invisible mouths licking and sucking her skin, George started to stroke his cock. The traces of the gel on his hand heightened the sensations and he bit his lip as he saw a familiar flush on Hermione’s skin.
She arched her back, hips moving in an irregular rhythm as she felt the first stirrings of her climax tugging at her. “George.”
He grunted in response, his hand moving faster over his cock. George’s eyes darkened further with lust when Hermione reached a hand between her legs, touching herself in addition to the gel. Her hips thrust up, pushing her fingers deeper into her cunt. A sheen of perspiration covered her body as Hermione tried to get off. Her eyes flicked up to him, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
Crying out, Hermione came with her back arching and body shuddering. Coming didn’t stop the gel from working, though, and Hermione’s cunt was still being licked by invisible tongues as she withdrew her hand. She whimpered slightly, the sensations on her breasts starting to fade now. “Fuck. George.”
Her eyes widened suddenly and she gripped the sheets as she came again, barely having time to recover from her first orgasm. She gave an incoherent moan, her cunt still throbbing from the first time; she felt like she was on fire, so hot and wickedly sensitive all over.
She lay back on the bed, her eyes closed and breathing heavily. A few moments later, she heard George’s groan as he came, the hot evidence of his release splattering onto her thighs.
Hermione looked up at him with half-closed eyes. “That stuff is amazing,” she told him, still breathless. “How did you come up with it?”
Sticky and sweaty, George lay down next to her, nuzzling her neck. “By accident,” he admitted.
Hermione laughed softly. “In that case, I am never going to complain about you having accidents in the lab again.”