"I'm going to get you for this."
Hermione looked at Draco and smiled innocently, "Whatever are you talking about, darling?"
"You are a wicked, sneaky, sexy," Draco paused, arching a brow as he said, "forget I said sexy. Bloody hell, would you quit doing that! I'm trying to be threatening and I can't very well be properly angry when your mouth is doing those marvelous things!"
"Draco," Hermione rolled her eyes as she looked at her husband, "do shut up. You talk too much."
"I do not," he denied instantly, "I am a man of few words."
"Yeah, a few hundred thousand!" she teased as her hand tightened around his cock.
"Would you stop that!" the blond wizard growled, arching towards his wife's hand. He pulled at the silk scarves fastening him to the bed, his wrists rubbing against the sensual material, wondering what spell she had used to make them unbreakable. When she'd done this to him before, he'd easily ripped the delicate material and fucked her into the mattress the way he wanted. He was all for a spot of torturous teasing, but, damn it, he wanted to be the one doing the teasing!
"Oh, Draco," she sighed dramatically, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she pouted, "you're already tired of me? We've only been married for six months but you're ready for me to stop touching you? Tasting you? Loving you?"
"Drama does not suit you, darling," Draco drawled as his gray eyes looked over her nude body, a possessive feeling coursing through his body. She was his, finally his. If you'd told him five years ago that the idea of being wed to Hermione 'Know-it-all' Granger would make him the happiest wizard around, he'd have gladly hexed and possibly cursed anyone that said such a thing.
Through seven years of school, he'd loathed the pretty brunette witch. Then, after the War, he'd run into her in a bookstore of all places and the attraction had been instantaneous. She'd felt it, too, and they'd decided to have coffee to catch up on the events of their lives during the two years since graduation. They'd argued and talked and flirted and, by the end of the night, she'd been laying naked and exhausted in his bed. He hadn't let her go, the two marrying just a few months before after being together three years now.
"You have such a pretty cock," Hermione observed, "it's long and just thick enough to fill me up. I love when you're hard, the way the pale marble of your body becomes flushed and your gorgeous cock is aching for me, weeping from need. You may not want to beg me, Draco, but you body is telling me differently."
"Revenge is going to be sweet, Hermione," he vowed as he against fought against the scarves, watching with narrowed eyes as she leaned over and swirled her tongue over the head of his erection. He caught his moan by biting down on his bottom lip, his hips arching towards her mouth. She laughed as she moved her head back, her fingers continuing their teasing stroking.
"Just say it, Draco," Hermione urged, her full breasts aching and her nipples hard. She moved her free hand between her legs, brushing against the juices she found there. She licked her lips as she stroked her pussy, moving into a position so that Draco could watch her, her hand stroking his cock as she played with herself. She knew he loved to watch her masturbate, focusing his complete attention on her actions, usually wanking as she performed the intimate act. Draco was very sexual and he had managed to release her inhibitions, the brunette witch coming to life under his hands and doing things she'd only ever dreamed about before becoming involved with him.
"Please," he whispered so low she barely heard him.
"What?" Hermione teased, knowing how much he hated this and knowing full well that he would, indeed, get her back. But, Merlin, it was so worth it!
"Please!" he said louder, his eyes stormy with desire and need, "Please fuck me, damn it!"
"That's all you had to say," Hermione whispered before she straddled him, impaling herself on his shaft. She leaned over and kissed him as she moved against his cock, his tongue sweeping into her mouth and claiming her as his, his lack of control causing him to writhe against her, his hips arching up and sending his cock deep inside. They were both sweating, the scent of sex thick in the air, both desperate for release. He had lasted two hours. Two hours of teasing and playing and watching her fuck herself. Finally, he had broken, begging and saying please. Merlin, she loved to hear him beg in that voice husky with desire and need.
"Fuck," he hissed as her muscles tightened around him, her body arching up as she came hard, her juices soaking his cock as she continued to ride him, her hands caressing her breasts. He purred, "Please unfasten my hands, Hermione. I need to feel you."
She looked at him blankly for a moment before nodding slowly. She reached for her wand and released the charm, gasping as he moved quickly and reversed their positions. He was driving into her wildly, penetrating her deeply, his hands kneading her breasts as he fucked her desperately. She thought he was normally attractive but there was something unbelievably erotic and arousing about seeing her reserved husband lose control. She moaned as his fingers twisted her clit, his eyes determined as they stared into hers. With a soft cry, she came again, her body exploding around him. He grunted as he came, burying his cock deep inside her and his lips catching hers in a passionate kiss as his seed spilled inside her.
Hermione gasped for air as he collapsed on top of her, a pleased smile on her face as she brushed a sweaty lock of hair from his face. She sighed, "I'm exhausted."
"Really?" he arched a pale brow, his lips curving into a devious smile as he caught her hands in his, kissing her palms before he was suddenly pulling them above her head. With a reach of his wand a few quick words, her hands were securely fastened with the same scarves. He winked as he purred, "I'm just getting started, love."
*the end *