Hermione
“I can walk you know.” I told him as he picked me up bridal style to carry me to the bedroom.
“Nope, you are not walking up the stairs like this, what if you tripped?”
“Then I would have a strong man to catch me.” I told him. I secretly liked being carried it gave me full access to his smell. But I would never admit that.
“That is also why we avoid that situation in the first place. The nice strong man can just carry you to bed.” His smile crossed his face.
Over the last month we developed a nice back and forth style of commentary. There was a little bit of flirting in his tone, I also enjoyed giving back some of the flirts. Especially after today, they were welcomed.
“Fair enough. I need a nap after everything that happened.” I said as he put down in the bed.
“Okay, you get ready for sleep, I’m going to take a quick shower to clean off.”
I nodded and watched him disappear into the bathroom. There was a warm feeling around the room. I love it, it meant that I was home, and he was here. After the meeting with Draco, I feel rather grimy, like I needed to clean myself of him before I could enjoy sleeping in our bed. I needed to take a bath.
“Charlie” I called out.
“Is everything okay?” He answered.
“Yes, but I feel like I need a bath. Can I join you in the bathroom?” I knew it was sly of me to do this. I could easily wait for him to finish, but I felt gross and didn’t want to sit in our bed. Besides, he had seen me naked before.
He took a moment to answer. “Yeah, come on in.”
When I walked into the bathroom he was facing away from the entrance, probably giving me comfort to get changed. I turned the water on and got undressed as I waited for the tub to fill to the right level.
“So how did you end up with him in the first place?” He asked, and I knew he didn’t mean today.
I let out a sigh. “I was trying to get over my feelings for someone else. So, I used him and apparently, he was just using me. I liked him well enough.”
“Who were you trying to get over?” He asked, his head slightly turned towards me, but not looking.
“Someone I thought I could never get close to in that way.” I answered. The water was filled, so I put a stop to it.
I turned my head Charlie as he cleaned his body, his arse was better looking than I could imagine. Every part of his body seemed to be firm and toned, also covered in scars. My eyes stayed staring longer than they should have been. He turned his head and smiled.
“Enjoying the show over there?” He asked, a smile on his lips.
A blush crossed my face. “Just taking a quick look.”
I moved carefully in the bathtub. My sickness was going away, because of Charlies close proximity to me. I relaxed into the bathtub, closing my eyes. The hot water felt better on my skin. When I opened them again Charlie was facing my way in the shower. His eyes were closed, rinsing his hair. My eyes however drifted down.
I always had a feeling he was big in that sense; I could feel it through his pajamas, but I didn’t know he was that big. He was also hard; my mouth dried a little bit. A warm sensation flowed down my body; I was getting turned on by his naked body. My legs rubbed together; it was becoming rather uncomfortable.
By the time my eyes are brought back up to his face, I noticed that he was staring at me. His pupils were nearly covering all the blue in his eyes. A smirk crossed his face. “See something you like?”
I felt a smile cross my face. If he was asking me that, then he did have some attraction to me. “Yes, I do.”
His smirk turned into a full grin; his eyes had lust in them. “Would you like some company in the bath?”
“I wouldn’t mind it, though it might be a little cramped.” I let my voice lower a little.
I watched as he exited the shower to walk over to me in the tub. I moved forward to allow him space to get in behind me. Once he was behind me he pulled me in closer to his chest. Enveloping me with his arms. His arms wrapped around me, placing his hands on my stomach. He’s never touched it directly, so it was a foreign feeling.
It was welcomed though. The feeling of his skin on mine felt like a fire had been lit. His hands were calloused and rough. Despite that they touched me softly. His face burrowed into my neck, his breath was warm on my skin and his beard only added to the sensations.
“Who was it Hermione?” He asked again. From the sound of his voice, he knew the answer.
This time I answered honestly. “You.”
His mouth made full contact with my neck, biting in a way that was sure to leave love bites. It was repetition between biting and light kisses to the area. It was driving me crazy.
“What do you want Hermione?” He asked.
My voice got caught in my throat. “I want you to touch me.”
He chuckled. “I am touching you.”
I moved my hips a little and I felt his cock against my back. If I wasn’t wet then, I was now. I craved his touch in other areas. “I want you to touch me all over. Please.”
My voice came out pleading. His hands began to move upward, groping my breast. My body felt like liquid underneath his hands.
“You enjoyed what I did yesterday didn’t you.?” He said, his voice straining.
“Yes, I loved it.” I don’t know where that came from, like I was possessed to tell him. His hands stopped momentarily, and I worried that he might stop. Instead, one of them began moving lower on my body.
My cunt was pulsing, and he hasn’t even begun to touch it, his hand was toughing the inner part of my thighs, forcing them apart.
“How long have you wanted me for?” He asked, his hand still circling my breast, his fingers tightened on my nipple. I let out a small gasp.
“Since the war.” I admitted through shaky breaths. His hand finally moved lower, parting my lips.
“Dammit Hermione.” Was all he said, his mouth was on my neck sucking and breathing heavily. His hand finally made contact with my clit, it sent a shock throughout my body, by back arched away from his chest. My bottom having more friction with his cock. It only drove my lust further.
His finger was circling my clit in a delicate way that stood to drive me crazy, I was panting. Every move of his hands makes my body jerk against his. I turned my head to face him, our lips crushing against each other. This was not a kind kiss, this was our passion coming our rough and aggressive. His hand lowered and he pushed one finger into me. Slowly it rubbed against a spot that had me moaning his name.
“Do you like that spot?”
“Yes, please don’t stop.” I begged. He added another finger, stretching me out. I began to rock back and forth on his hand.
“Do you like rubbing yourself against my hand?” His voice grew lower and huskier, almost a low growl. It only furthered my arousal.
“Yes” I whimpered. His hands picked up pace, each time they thrusted into me they hit the same spot. I called out his name as I felt my body go over, giving into my orgasm. My body now felt weightless against him. My legs still shaking, spasming.
In a swift move he turned my body so that I was straddling him. He pulled me into him close. His mouth capturing mine, this his was more delicate, softer. His tongue explored mine. Our hands clumsily grabbing at each other.
I felt his cock against my clit, and I couldn’t help but rub against it. He was hard, almost straining, it felt good against me. He started to thrust his hip up, making the sensation even more crazy(?).
He stopped and put his hands on my hips. “We should get out of the tub before we do anything else.
I whimpered and he brought a finger up to my lips. “We will not have sex in the tub.” He moved me backwards a bit and got himself out first, then he helped me out. I took him in fully for the first time. He was beautiful, his body was toned everywhere.
He grabbed his wand and did a drying spell on the both of us. He wrapped his arms around my body one on my arse, the other on my back. I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing him in for a kiss. Next thing I know he pulled me up on him, I wrapped my legs around his back. This position put his cock right next to my entrance. One small move and he would be in me.
He walked us towards the bed and laid me down gently. He climbed over me, the size difference between our bodies was noticeable.
His mouth trailed from my neck down my body, carefully placing kisses as he went. When he reached my clit, he looked up at me and I nodded in agreement. His mouth was on me, and I swore that I might start seeing stars. His tongue carefully licked up and down, making small circles around my clit. I lost control of my voice.
The room was filled with moans and pleas. I nearly screamed when he took his mouth away. He made his way back up my body, slowly. If he was like this every time we had sex, I would quickly become an addict.
I felt his cock press against me. “You ready?”
“Yes, please.” I begged.
He slowly pushed into me, filling me almost to a point of pain, but that was lost to the pleasure. Once he was fully in, he lifted my hips a little and began to move. I was never one to come from penetration alone, but Merlin, this would be the time.
I was panting his name like it was a prayer. He was calling mine in between the kisses. His slow movements turned fast, and we were both losing our minds. He reached a hand between us and rubbed my clit. This brought me to orgasm just as hard as the first time. He followed quickly after.
He rolled over bringing me to lay on top of him. Both of us spent, and I knew what I wanted to tell him. I wanted to say it yesterday, but I couldn’t find my courage.
“I love you.” It escaped my lips. His expression stilled, for a moment it crossed my mind that maybe he didn’t feel the same. Maybe it was pure attraction that he felt and not love.
I began to lift off him and he pulled me closer. “I love you too.”