Hermione/Draco
“How was brunch?”
He was curled up in his reading chair. Glasses sat slightly off his nose. Damn, he was in the steel gray jumper. She wanted to straddle him there, but this was for scientific research.
“Good,” she said absentmindedly, her focus still not fully pulled from her intended mission.
“Why the face?” He closed his book and tucked it next to him.
He was edible. Better than anything she’d had earlier that day. He deserved to know it.
“Just imagining something. Picturing it more like.” She confirmed, tilting her head slightly as she garnered the courage to ask for what she wanted.
“Is it the library again?” He sighed, a small smile pulling at his mouth. “You said the last time we organised it we were done for the year. I can’t take levitating tomes for two hours.”
He’d give in if it was. She knew that.
“No” she stepped closer, moving his arms and curling up like a cat onto his lap. “It’s actually something I’d like to show you.” She nuzzled her nose gently around his jaw. Her hips were already wiggling down onto him and he let out a small groan as her arse rubbed up against his growing erection.
“Colour me,” he inhaled deeply, “intrigued.”
“Not here,” she lifted up and intertwined their fingers. “Come,” she beckoned, leading them to their large bed.
He reached for her hips greedily as they undresssed. “Wait,” she pleaded in small whispers.
She flushed as she thought about her failures. She was actually shocked this position had not come up in any other research, but she refused to be bad at this for any longer.
She laid down across the bed, letting her head fall back slightly off the mattress.
“Granger, fuck,” he ran his hand from her navel across her breasts.
“Let me make you feel good, Draco,” she pulled on his legs before he lined up over her open mouth.
“You’ll tell me if it’s too much.” She shook her head “Hermione?” He asked again, needing her consent.
“Yes, but it won’t be.” She squeezed the flesh of his thigh. “I’ll grab here if it is.”
“You look so fucking hot like this.” He let out a small sigh as she took him fully into her mouth.
She trusted her friends. Pansy and Ginny had explained. No more gag reflex, no more embarrassing moments of him pulling away, her feeling like she wasn’t brilliant at something. No, she would be good at this. She wanted it more than anything. She could feel her own arousal collecting as she lifted her knees and rubbed her thighs together.
She moaned around his cock as he set the pace. He leaned over her, playing with her nipples before taking her hand and intertwining their fingers.
Her hips bucked slightly as he let out a moan. She sucked harder, hollowing out her cheeks to take him deeper than she ever had. She owed her friends a round of drinks, fuck, a bottle of champagne.
His idle hand reached down into her slick and he circled around with her clit. She popped her mouth off slightly. “Fuck, Draco, later. Let me concentrate.”
She took him back, licking up his shaft as his right leg quivered under her touch.
“I promise you.” He gritted out. “It’s fucking brilliant. You’re so good, Hermione.”
She beamed under his praise, getting wetter and knowing he’d take good care of her after.
“I want to fuck you so badly. I won’t last.”
It only spurred her on. His hand pushed down on her chest as he went deeper, thrusting harder now that both were confident in this new position.
His rhythm increased and she felt her throat fully relax, prepared to take every bit of him.
She preened as he came. The sinful sounds he made lit her from within.
It wasn’t his cum dripping down her mouth or the fact that she had finally done this well, no, she felt victorious that he couldn’t speak. His breath heaved as he laid down next to her, wrapping his limbs completely around her.
She’d reduced her confident, verbose boyfriend into a downright whimpering mess.
She wondered how soon until she could try it again.