“You’ve been studying too much,” Blaise informed his girlfriend, watching her look up from her book and glare at him.
“I have not,” Hermione denied swiftly, her eyes looking over her lover before she looked back at her book. “It’s finals weeks, Blaise. There is no such thing as studying too much.”
“Your last final was this afternoon,” he reminded with a grin, his fingers brushing through his curly black hair as he looked at her with a mischievous smile.
“Blaise Zabini, get that devilish smile off your handsome face,” she warned with an arched brow, “I have a paper due next week before I can receive my grades and I’m trying to review it so I can turn it in Monday.”
“And how many times have you reviewed that paper, Miss. Granger?” he teased as he gracefully stood up and started stalking her. Yes, he was stalking, his eyes holding hers and a predatory grin on his face. His trousers were hanging low on his slender hips, his chest and feet bare. His finals had ended the previous day, this their last year at the University, and Hermione‘s had concluded that afternoon.
They’d been studying all week, too tired to make love when they finally crawled into bed, simply holding each other as they slept. They’d gotten burned out with finals and he was relieved that they were over. They would graduate next week and then had plans to move into a flat in London, perhaps get married in the next year or two, having been engaged since their second year at college. They’d not become a couple until after leaving Hogwarts, becoming friends during their final year and that friendship developing into something more when they’d attended college together.
Hermione smiled sheepishly as she admitted, “Half a dozen,” her gaze on his progress across the room. Her eyes darkened when she saw the look in Blaise’s eyes, all thoughts of her paper fleeing her mind as she felt her panties grow damp. His indigo eyes were nearly black and she realized that it had been over a week since they’d made love.
“Put the paper away, Hermione,” Blaise purred as he reached her, turning her chair so she was facing him. He leaned over and ran his tongue over her lips, nibbling on her bottom lip before she opened her mouth for him. She kissed him back, her hands moving over his chest before linking behind his neck. He moved to his knee, never breaking the kiss, his hand tangled in her chestnut curls as his other spread her legs open. Elegant fingers danced across her inner thigh and crept towards the juncture between her legs, moving delicately along her panties, not surprised to find them already wet.
“Been too long,” Hermione muttered as her hands moved down his back to the waist of his jeans, her thumbs drawing circles on his lower back. She let one drift lower, moving beneath his trousers and finding that he wasn’t wearing anything beneath them, her fingers gripping his arse as she leaned in to his kiss. His fingers were moving against her panties, slowly rubbing her through the wet cotton. She raised her hips, letting him know she wanted them removed. He laughed softly as he hooked the elastic with his fingers and slowly moved the panties over her hips and slid them down her legs.
Blaise tossed the wet knickers to the floor and moved his hand back between her legs. Sliding a finger into her, his lips left hers as he kissed his way across her cheeks and down her neck. She moaned softly, her fingernails digging into his arse cheeks as she began to move against his hand. He pulled her shirt open, his lips finding her breasts, teasing her nipples as he added another finger. His hand moved to the waist of his trousers, releasing his erection and stroking it as he fucked her pussy with three fingers, stretching her and getting her ready for him. Slow lovemaking would have to wait until later. For now, he just needed to be inside her.
Hermione clung to him as he suddenly stood up, his hands beneath her arse he lifted her and switched their positions. He was sitting in her chair and she was straddling him, her legs on either side of him. She moved her hand to his cock, stroking him as his fingers once again moved between her legs. She gasped as he suddenly moved her hands and pulled her closer, impaling her on his shaft. Her skirt was around her waist as she rode him, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss as his hands rested on her arse. It didn’t take either of them long to reach their release. Hermione came with a low moan, releasing Blaise’s full lips as her fingers tangled in his curly black hair.
He arched into her warmth, her juices dripping between them, his lips moving along the graceful column of her neck. Her muscles were squeezing him, her breasts pressed against his chest as she continued to ride his cock. Blaise tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her head back and claiming her lips and kissing her deeply as he arched up and came. She milked his release from his cock, their kiss softening and becoming more tender as they both calmed down from their orgasms. Breaking the kiss, they laughed softly as Hermione shifted into a more comfortable position. He smiled smugly as he asked, “Now isn’t this far more enjoyable than studying?”
“Without a doubt,” she replied primly, her brown eyes gleaming with amusement as she looked at the wicked grin on his face.
“And you know what, darling?” he drawled as he stood up, keeping his hands beneath her arse as he walked towards the bedroom. She smiled and shook her head. He winked, “I have decided that you are close to burn out. Too many books and too much studying. Therefore, out of concern for your mental well-being, I have decided that you must spend at least forty-eight hours away from the books and shagging your handsome boyfriend rotten.”
Hermione‘s lips curved into a loving smile as she decided, “I think that’s the best method to prevent burn out that I’ve ever heard, Blaise. It will be a sacrifice,” she sighed dramatically as her hands moved to squeeze his arse, a wicked smile crossing her lips, “but I think I can manage it.”
*the end*