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Hermione was trembling with desire. She had experienced some great sex in her life (yes okay, all of it just in the last few weeks) but gods, going down on him like that. Feeling him get hard in her mouth, because of her mouth. Hearing him praise her as she dripped. She had felt so powerful. So wanted.
Draco turned her so they were both facing the ornate mirror. She met his eyes in the reflection, the beautiful storm grey irises were almost entirely taken over with black yearning. “Take a step forward, love.” His voice was gravelly and commanding. She did as he asked immediately, knowing he loved the way she trusted his control.
He smirked approvingly at her, “Good girl, now bend forward slightly and hold on to the mirror for support.” She bent at the waist, just enough to reach the mirror. The gold leaf carvings felt sturdy under her grip as Draco whispered a wandless charm that seemed to have secured her hands. She turned her head to look at him questioningly.
His eyes flashed with mirth, “Just to keep you standing, you might find it difficult to focus soon.” Oh gods. Her thighs clenched. She needed him to be touching her. He had said he wanted her immediately, but his interpretation of that word was clearly not aligned with her own. She could be halfway to an orgasm by now. Who was she kidding. She was halfway to an orgasm. More, probably. But he wasn’t touching her. He did love to take his time.
“Please, Draco.” She had no problem with begging if he gave her what she needed.
“Look at yourself, Hermione.” In the mirror, his eyes were tracing slowly over her body, lingering on her breasts, which at this angle looked huge as they hung downwards slightly due to her bent posture. “You are perfect. Beautiful.” He knelt behind her, face level with her throbbing core, “Mine.”
Finally, finally he was touching her. His hands travelled up her thighs, praising her as soon as he felt how slick they had gotten since she stood up, was that only moments ago? It felt like a lifetime she had been waiting. He was so close.
“Such a good girl. So very, very wet for me.” His face was right there, so close to her centre. She might have been embarrassed if she wasn’t so damn hot for him. Looking in the mirror, she sought him out. She couldn’t see his face but she could see him on his knees – oh, he was Christ on a broomstick, he was in the puddle she had left. His cock was rock hard and flushed red. It looked like it was begging to be touched. But his hands remained on her legs, circling his fingers through her wetness.
She cried out as his tongue licked a stripe through her folds. Her legs were not spread very wide, but his hands had risen to her arse and he held her cheeks apart as is tongue danced around her sopping entrance. “Yes, yes!”
She wanted to ask for more, deeper, harder. But she was consumed with the feel of his mouth. She couldn’t think how to make the words fit together. Her hands gripped the mirror until her knuckles turned white.
She hadn’t ever come while on her feet. She had tried once, in the shower. But it took too much concentration to get herself off and stay standing. However, that time she hadn’t had Draco Malfoy to help. She didn’t doubt that when he wanted her to come, she would. But he was tasting her so agonizingly slowly it wasn’t going to be soon.
She gasped as he gently circled his wicked tongue around her clit, but not quite on it. He had discovered exactly what to do to make her as wet as possible. She could feel it dripping out of her. Every few moments Draco would lick over her entrance and groan at her taste.
Hermione found it difficult to look away from his cock, it was leaking pre-come now. A drop trailed over the head and she wondered if that felt as tantalizing as when she felt her own come drip out of her.
“Wish,” he paused to lick her again, “I could tell you,” another lick, harder this time, “How good you taste, without having to stop.” This time his tongue went deep and hard into her entrance, the noises her wet cunt made against his mouth were sinful.
Her legs began to shake, she felt delirious. Glad she could rely on Draco’s magic to keep her standing. As her thoughts narrowed to pure want, she felt the comfort of the spell as the mirror seemed to take on all the weight of her upper body.
“please, -ah, please, oh... please Draco.” It was a gargantuan effort to be that coherent. But it paid off. Draco seemed unable to hold himself back any longer. Suddenly he was eating her out with abandon. Nose to chin she felt him pressed against her. He sucked on her clit, hard. Hermione saw stars. She was hurtling towards her orgasm. But just as she neared the edge his tongue left her clit. He lapped noisily at her entrance and she watched as a stream of arousal leaked from her, hitting his thighs below. Then suddenly he moved his tongue up, circling her asshole. Fuck. It felt amazing, but she needed-
Moments later he pulled away from her arse, leaving her hole wet with from his tongue, and her own arousal. His focus was back on her clit, and she really wasn’t going to last. One hand grabbed her thigh, pulling her harder onto his face. His slight stubble sending her higher and higher. His mouth was relentless. His other hand moved quickly across her ass, continuing to hold her open to him, but tracing his thumb over her asshole. Before she could process her desire, his thumb breached her hole and she was coming. Crying out unintelligibly, a gush covering Draco’s face and chest.
She was jelly. She couldn’t have stated her own name if asked. The only name she knew was his. Aftershocks still running through her, Draco stood. Seeing his face in the mirror, glistening with her, she whimpered. He turned her head towards his and kissed her deeply. Another pang of arousal coursed through her as she tasted herself on him.
“I’m going to fuck you now, love. And it’s going to be hard.”
Hermione nodded. Yes, that was exactly what she wanted. She needed to be filled with him. Filled with his cock, his come.
He thrust in hard and fast. She was so wet there was no resistance as her cunt clenched around him. Now his mouth wasn’t busy feasting on her, it seemed he couldn’t hold back from telling her every dirty thought that entered his head.
“Need you on my face and cock every day.” He fucked her so hard the mirror shook and her breasts clapped together on each thrust. Gods, it felt incredible. She had no idea her own breasts could turn her on, but the way he was using her, taking his pleasure, and causing hers. She could feel the tingling signs of another orgasm, getting closer.
“So perfect, soaking my face.” His hands on his hips, guiding her to meet every thrust. “Taking my cock so well.” She could see him staring down at where they were connected. “Your fucking tits bouncing so pretty.” Hermione felt herself soaking his balls as they hit her clit on each thrust. “Every day. Want you every day.” The wet noise of their fucking was so loud, and only turned her on more.
She wanted that. That was all she wanted. Was there even a world outside of this room? “Yes, yes, every day, always! Draco, I’m close-“
“Come in your tight cunt every day, you’re bound to get pregnant.” She clenched around him at the thought. “Oh, baby do you like that? You want to take so much of my come you get round with my child.” Hermione whimpered. Draco and the mirror the only things holding her up as her cunt clenched him harder. “Everyone would know how much we fucked. I’d get you pregnant over and over. Raise a whole quidditch team of Malfoy heirs with you. Never stop fucking you.”
She wailed. She needed that. She needed him. She needed to come. Every atom of her being needed Draco’s cock.
He moved a hand to her stomach, “going to come right here, right where you needed it.” He thrust in once more and held her tight against him as he groaned.
The sounds he made, and the feel of his cock spurting come deep into her, sent her over the edge once more as she came on his cock.
When she next had a conscious thought, she was delighted to find them laid out on the chaise, just a few feet from the mirror. Draco was on his back and she was tucked into his side, with one of his legs between hers. Her cunt was pushed deliciously against his thigh, but satiated for now, Hermione merely enjoyed how much skin to skin contact they had.
Draco kissed the top of her head and played with curls idly as she traced patterns against his abs as the minutes passed. Gradually her fingers traced lower and Draco’s sticky, half hard cock twitched with interest.
Draco barked a laugh, “Would you like dinner before round two?”
Hermione tilted her head to meet his gaze, and quirked her brow, “Round two? I think what we just did was three rounds at least.”
“Count it however you like darling, as long as we can that again. You were incredible.” He kissed her languidly.
When they broke apart Hermione asked with a smile, “Every day? Wasn’t that what you said?”
“Yes, and I am sorry but you did seem to agree, no going back on it now.” While his smirk was confident there did seem to be a flash of questioning in his eyes. They had only been together a few weeks, perhaps he was concerned he might scare her off.
Tracing kisses across his chest, Hermione murmured, “I want everything you described Draco.”
In an instant Draco had flipped them. He peppered her neck with kisses and nips as all thoughts of exhaustion and satedness seemed to dissolve. “Don’t say things you don’t mean, witch.” He warned, as his kisses moved down to her breasts.
“I’m not!” she protested, breathlessly, as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. He didn’t seem to want to press the matter, and continued to worship her breasts until the elves sounded the gong for dinner.
***
Later, after a delicious dinner of French cuisine prepared by the house elves, who Hermione thanked personally and by name, making them glow with pride, and after round two (or rounds five to seven depending who you asked), Draco and Hermione were laying in his vast four poster bed, close to letting sleep claim them.
“you could always use legilimency on me you know.” Her mind was replaying their evening and she was thinking about how much she loved the dirty things Draco said to her as they fucked. It would be glorious to hear them at the same time as his mouth was busy.
“Not on your life.” He retorted quickly, eyes closed as he wound one of her curls around his hand.
“Why ever not?” she asked puzzled.
“When I tell you, I want to marry you, I want it to be romantic, thoughtful, and planned to perfection. I don’t want to blurt it out inside your mind as I fuck you senseless.”
Oh. Oh.
Hermione couldn’t help the wide grin spread across her face. She buried her smile in his chest and resisted the urge to kick her heels in glee.
“Well, I supposed I have two reasons to look forward to look forward to our future then.” She said, attempting to suppress the sheer giddiness she felt and sound nonchalant.
“Only two?” She could hear his smirk even if she couldn’t see it.
“Hmm, well the first two would be marrying a wizard I have fallen head over heels in love with,” Draco let out a rather disbelieving laugh as he held her close. “And then getting to try legilimency while we simultaneously use our mouths on each other.” Hermione grinned wider still as she felt his cock harden against her hip. “I suppose the Malfoy quidditch team is more of a long-term goal.”
“Fuck, I love you.” Draco told her, eyes blazing.
“And I love you.” She returned. “Round eight?”
The End.