"You're awake."
Hermione sat up when she heard the voice of her lover, the sheet falling to her waist as she nodded sleepily, "I'm awake. What time is it?"
"A little after noon," Blaise replied, his indigo eyes moving over the curve of her full breasts before looking into her eyes, his lips curving into an affectionate smile when she yawned.
"That late?" Hermione was surprised, "Have you been awake long?"
"No," Blaise shook his head, "it's not that late, especially considering the circumstances. I loathed getting out of bed at all, but it was unavoidable."
Hermione nodded, "Yes, it's not exactly possible to spend all our time in bed, no matter how tempting the idea."
"I even put on clothes," Blaise smiled, "for the first time in three days, I might add."
"You wear them well," Hermione observed as her brown eyes moved over the image that Blaise presented. He was leaning against the door, his curly black hair disheveled and framing his beautiful face, his white dress shirt open and displaying his smooth muscular chest, her eyes following the light scattering of hair on his lower abdomen as it disappeared into the waist of his unbuttoned black trousers. The white shirt was a fantastic contrast against his golden skin and dark hair, but all Hermione could think about was removing the shirt and exploring his chest with her hands and lips.
"If you don't stop looking at me like that I'm afraid I may not be able to control myself," Blaise warned her, his voice low and thick with desire as she licked her lips and grinned.
"Promise?"
"Hermione!" Blaise laughed softly, "Darling, as much as I enjoy making love with you, you need to eat something before we're both too exhausted to move much less shag."
"Food?" Hermione smiled sheepishly as her stomach growled at the idea of food, "It has been a while since we've eaten, hasn't it?"
"If I remember correctly, we ate pasta on the balcony last night and ended up devouring each other instead," Blaise recalled with a loving smile, "I'm afraid I shall not be able to dine at that table any longer without remembering you naked and wet and begging for me to take you, the sound of ocean and the glimmer of moonlight. While I do cherish that image, it might make things a bit awkward during family dinners if I were to have to explain to Mum or Dad why I was sporting a huge erection just from looking at their table."
"You're crazy, Blaise," Hermione giggled at his description, all too easily imagining the Zabinis' reactions, knowing that Andres would smile proudly at his son's romantic nature and skilled lovemaking, while Elizabeth would scold him for using such language and then offer him some food because she thought he was too skinny and would need the additional energy due to his sexual activities.
"Crazy about you," he smirked before groaning, "Merlin, did that sound as corny as I think it did?"
"Yes, but I liked it," Hermione laughed, "now what was this about food?"
"Oh, your surprise!" Blaise smiled as he left the room for a moment and returned with a tray full of items. He walked to the bed and said, "I have tea and crumpets and croissants and juice and a variety of things for you to choose from. I also remembered the butter for your croissant."
"You're so smart," Hermione smiled affectionately, leaning over and brushing her lips against his cheek.
"My brain: it's my second favorite organ," Blaise confided in an amused voice as he sat on the bed, his shirt opening to display more of his slender frame.
"No more Muggle movies for you," Hermione declared with a giggle, her eyes loving as she looked into his indigo gaze as she asked, "Are you not eating?"
"Oh, I plan to eat," he smiled a sexy smile as he shrugged his shirt off and removed his pants, tossing them on the chair beside the bed where her beautiful white dress was laying neatly with the rest of his tuxedo.
"Blaise Zabini, why do you have that wicked Slytherin look in your eyes?" Hermione asked lazily, her nipples hardening as his eyes moved over her body. The smile on his face was one of many things she loved about this gorgeous raven-haired wizard, the fact that she was the cause of that sexy and sinful curving of his full lips, well, it was enough to excite her without even being touched.
"Wicked? Me?" he asked innocently, his long lashes fluttering as he deliberately fluttered them in her direction, "Why, Hermione! I could very well be offended at being called wicked."
"You wicked, sexy, exciting, enchanting, delectable wizard," Hermione teased as she watched him reach for a bottle of honey that was on the tray. Her eyes widened as he moved the sheet down her body, baring her naked flesh to his very hungry gaze.
"Eat your breakfast, love," Blaise winked at her as he moved to lay between her legs, resting his chin on her stomach and looking at her. An adoring smile crossed his handsome face as he spoke softly, "You're breathtaking. Even sleepy and rumpled after spending three days making love, you're the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. The scent of you makes me hard, your laugh turns me on, your smile excites me, your intellect arouses me, your body against mine feels like heaven. I love you, Hermione."
"I love you, too, Blaise," she whispered, tears in her eyes at the intense emotion in his gaze, his indigo eyes darkening as his smile once again became positively sinful.
"Eat your breakfast, Hermione," he told her again before he brushed his lips against her stomach. He waited until she took a bite of her pastry before he moved lower, kissing her belly button, his tongue darting into the indention as she took another bite.
With each bite or drink of her juice, he moved his lips lower, finally reaching the russet curls between her legs. The scent of sex was thick, her need obvious even before he saw the wetness glistening from her folds. Blaise used his thumb to uncap the bottle of honey and then squeezed the bottle, watching as the golden syrup dripped between Hermione's legs, mixing with her own secretions. Once he had soaked her pussy with the honey, he tossed the bottle to the floor and leaned down, running his tongue along the honey-flavored folds.
Hermione gasped when she felt his tongue on her, the sticky honey thick against her sex and dripping to the sheet beneath her. Blaise halted the teasing swipes of his tongue and looked at her, arching a brow and waiting. She slowly took a bite of her croissant, almost choking on it when he slid his tongue inside her. His indigo eyes never left her face as he feasted on her, his tongue licking the honey and delving inside her to taste her own unique flavor, deliberately pausing whenever she stopped eating.
Damn bastard, she thought crossly, wondering how he expected her to eat when he was doing such marvelous things with his tongue and fingers. She watched him pleasure her, his nude body moving against the mattress as he licked and sucked her wet cunt. He had a great arse, firm and squeezable, her palms itching now to reach down and caress the curves of his arse, preferably when he was fucking her into the mattress.
Blaise pleasured her with his tongue and hands through a croissant, an éclair, and an orgasm. Finally, Hermione had enough, tightening her legs around his head, her fingers tangling in his soft black curls, whispering, "Please Blaise. Need you inside me."
"Finish your breakfast," he muttered huskily, his cock hard and throbbing, rubbing his erection against the bed as he tried to alleviate some of the tension. Indigo eyes met chocolate brown as Hermione put the last bite of her éclair into her mouth and chewed. As soon as she swallowed, he moved gracefully but quickly, sliding into her wet channel, his cock buried deep inside her as his lips met hers.
She tasted of orange juice and the cream from her pastry, mixing well with the taste of honey and Hermione that was on his lips and in his mouth. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust into her, the last half hour being enough foreplay for now. She was soaking wet, his cock rigid with need, her body accepting everything he gave her. Their kiss was passionate yet tender, deep and explorative, both of them loving to kiss one another, the early days of their relationship consisting of hours of simply kissing and touching each other. Even now, four years later, they still liked to just lay in bed and kiss and explore each other with their hands.
They rolled on the bed, Hermione finding herself on top. She rode Blaise's cock, grinding her clit against him with each downward thrust, squeezing her muscles to make it even tighter for her lover. His mouth moved to her breasts, licking and nipping at her nipples, sitting up to reach her better, causing his cock to go even more deeply into her body.
His hands moved to her arse, raising her and then bringing her down with more force, his body arching up into hers. Her fingers ran through his soft hair as she gasped for breath and moaned, the leftover honey sticky between them but somehow erotic instead of messy. They'd definitely need a shower after this, she decided, a lusty smile crossing her face as she imagined Blaise taking her in the shower, one of her favorite things being him joining her for a shower before work in the morning.
Blaise moved his hand between them, his fingers finding her clit and twisting just slightly, knowing what it took to make her come. She whimpered as she came, her head falling against his shoulder as her fingernails dug into his back and her other hand gripped his hair, her body shaking from the orgasm that rocked her.
She was pushed backwards as he thrust into her quickly, his mouth finding hers as he penetrated her deeply and grunted, his body tensing before he came, thrusting into her even after he came. He finally stopped moving, his seed dripping from her pussy as he continued to kiss her, his hands tenderly caressing her body, both of them sweaty and covered with honey and sex. Hermione finally broke the kiss and gasped for air, her brown eyes looking at him as she smiled, "Did you enjoy your breakfast?"
Blaise laughed, "Yes, I did. In fact, I do believe I could have that every morning."
"Not every morning!" Hermione laughed softly, "I'd be too exhausted to move much less work."
"Well then, every morning until we have to go back and then perhaps it can become our weekend snack," Blaise drawled lazily, easing out of her and reaching for one of the pillows that was at their feet. He tucked it under her head and laid beside her, leaning on his arm and resting his face in his hand, the fingers on his right hand drawing designs on her stomach as he looked into her eyes.
"Don't mention going back," Hermione scolded playfully, "we don't have to worry about that until next week."
"Ten days," Blaise smiled, "and then the 'official' honeymoon is over. However, I fully intend for our honeymoon to last forever, my beautiful wife."
"I like the sound of that, my sexy and wicked husband," Hermione replied as she kissed her husband of four days, snuggling against him as they continued to enjoy their honeymoon.
*the end *