IN MY MOUTH
Her teeth raked over his abdomen and he sucked in a breath.
“Granger,” he warned. “What are you doing?”
Her fingers moved to his buckle, slowly - oh so slowly - unclasped it and dragged down the zipper, releasing some of the tension in his trousers. Her eyes met his, glazed over from where she sat between his legs on the floor.
“I wanna put you in my mouth,” she breathed, sensually, fully releasing him. Hermione spit into the palm of her hand, never breaking eye contact, and gripped him, sliding her hand from base to tip, pumping slowly. She leaned in, “I wanna taste you on my tongue.”
Draco’s head lolled back, making contact with the back of the couch. He hissed at the contact, but Hermione continued, “I wanna fuck our bodies into broken shells… I wanna lose ourselves - forever.”
He lost it.
This fucking witch.