Hermione/Draco
He summoned his cufflinks, listening to her hum from the ensuite. He could smell her, the salts from her bath, the gentle perfume of her lotion. They all added up to form his personal brand of Amortentia. He clenched a fist to keep from turning the handle to go to her.
She popped her head out, “What time is dinner?” She charmed her hair off her face, letting two curls fall in such a way that he couldn’t help but want to wrap a finger around them. He wanted to run it against his silk sheets. He wanted her curls fanned out behind her as she screamed his name.
He confirmed the time just as he caught a glimpse of the satin of her green dress. The movement around her waist and hips, the dip into her cleavage revealing the tiniest hint of lace. He pulled the knot in his tie, and unbuttoned the front of his Oxford.
They were in opposite states of dress. She attempted to add and his only compulsion was to strip off.
“Draco, can you clasp my necklace?” She asked, bringing her full frame into view. He lost all restraint.
He twisted her with ease, wandlessly sending her necklace to the vanity and running his hand across her body. He pulled her back against his cock, feeling the curve of her arse rub against him as he smiled into her neck.
“How,” he growled through his clenched jaw, “do you expect me to leave the flat with you looking like this?”
She reached behind to push him back and his hand on her stomach pulled harder, feverishly gripping to hike the fabric of her dress above her waist. His fingers skimmed over the tights and garters she’d fastened. Another level of her torture.
The strap of her dress fell as he kissed around her neck, skimming his other fingers up and around the bunched fabric to gain access to her knickers. She let out a gasp, grinding back further and reaching around to unbutton his trousers.
“Draco,” she moaned as she pulled his cock up from his briefs, wrapping her deft little fingers around his shaft. He hissed as she touched the tip, moving the precum around with her thumb. “What about our dinner reservation?”
She looked back at him through hooded eyes, and he could vanish their clothing and take her right there.
“Don’t worry.” His fingers reached her cunt. “I booked two.”
He licked up her neck, pulling her arousal with his other fingers and rubbing her clit until she whined. “In case we got behind schedule.”
The fabric of her dress slipped as he dipped two fingers inside. Her hips squirmed, trying to keep her own frantic pace on his cock.
Each gasp of his name urged him deeper.
“Hold your dress up for me, love.” He covered her hand as his fingers worked around her clit, pulling whines from her until she whimpered into his neck. “Good girl, Hermione.”
He liked to think she would come apart at that, but his mouth was the one remade the first time he said her name.
“Better every time,” his voice choked with desire, “How can you feel better every time?”
Her legs buckled as she agreed, nodding her head fervently against his shoulder. He flattened his palm against her mound, biting down on her shoulder as she teased his own release.
His rhythm increased as her cunt fluttered around his fingers.
“Please, Draco,” she chanted, coming on his fingers. He held her neck as her orgasm ripped through her.
His briefs and trousers fell from his waist as she increased her speed. He turned her again, halting her hand and bringing his fingers to her mouth. He covered her pouty lips in her arousal before sucking them greedily into his own mouth. His dessert before dinner. His sweetest sin.
“But, Draco,” she pulled away, reaching for his cock.
He hooked his finger around her strap, pulling it up and over her shoulder until the satiny fabric of her dress fell to the floor.
He walked her back to the bed, pushing her down and hooking her legs around his shoulders.
“Two more before dinner.” He urged. “I want you to crave me.”
She was frantic for his touch, his mouth, his cock. “Only you, Draco,” She moaned.
“I’m so full.” She babbled as his cock sunk into her again and again.
“Come with me, Draco, come with me.” She begged. So he did.
Each time he made her come; it was like discovering he had magic. Realizing she’d felt the same was admitting he’d give it all up just to keep her.