AN: this is for the people who were complaining that there wasn't enough 'action' in the last 'making love' scene… Aiming to please, I hope I've succeeded…
Oh, and for those who've just started reading this story, I'm aware that there are mistakes like Cho being from China instead of Japan, and Ginny being Ginevra instead of Virginia (when I started writing the fic I hadn't read JK' confirmation that her full name was indeed Ginevra…) But really, I barely find time as it is to write all this, so please don't blame me if I can't be bothered to correct mistakes in the early chapters… I think most of you will agree that I'd rather spend my precious free time writing new stuff, than rewriting what you've already read?
Before I forget: THANK YOU so much, all the reviewers! It's been great to see that you're still willing to continue reading this story… even though it's been a long while since I updated. I do want to add the following though: with this story I made an effort to explain some of the things I wrote when there was a question in the reviews. Well, I did so in the past when I knew the issue wouldn't be explained further down the story, or when I saw that some of the situations were sketched too vaguely. I'm afraid I'm going to have to cut these answers short, though… As I've said before, I really don't have the time, so I write this down once, and please don't think of me rude when I don't answer all the questions anymore. I will still make the time to read the reviews, I just can't promise everyone will get a clarification if there was something they didn't get… I'll have to trust you understand…
Anyway: enjoy! It's a bit more daring than anything we've had up until now, but what's life without risks, hmm?
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Chapter 29
Harry gave in to the compulsion haunting him since he'd witnessed her desire from his position.
His hands, immobile on her thighs up until now, slid towards the only part of her that had been unable to conceal her true emotions. Touching her gently, he triumphed in the way a soft and almost reluctant moan came from her. Realising there had to be so much more he could learn about her body and how he could make her react, he became fascinated in making her reach her pleasure.
Using his fingers to caress her in a way he already knew she found exciting, his own excitement rose when he witnessed her reactions from this point of view. Unable to think any rational thought, he bend closer and softly blew on her sensitive flesh. The reaction was a soft gasp, and a shift of her hips upwards.
Smiling again, Harry tentatively touched his tongue to her inner thigh, curious about the flavour of her desire that glistened there. Another gasp was heard, and gave him an idea.
The flavour wasn't unpleasant; in fact, he wanted to try more before he made up his mind. Discarding his glasses, he opted for taste instead of vision. Bringing his head closer, he kissed her. She went absolutely rigid. Deciding to take a chance, wanting to know what would happen of it, he let his tongue slip inside, exploring.
Soon he was engrossed in getting to know this new territory he'd found, and her reactions were finally getting to be more then just laying there immobile. After a while, her hips moved, and he had to bring his arms around her thighs to restrain her. He didn't know if she'd wanted to escape him, but when her hands flew to his head, he was almost certain she was going to push him away.
He continued though, and while the fingers of one hand were curling painfully in his hair, her other hand was most certainly pushing him even closer. Her moans were unlike any he'd heard from her before, and when she started to tremble more forcible, she tasted even better.
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Hermione was panting from her pleasure. It had never felt like this before. In some ways it was even better, but on the other hand, she craved the feeling of him inside her. Lying there, she thought he'd stop with this new way to make her insanely want him, but her eyes flew open once she felt he was continuing relentlessly.
Her body recovering from her earlier release of energy, recharged amazingly swift, and the fire building just above the spot he was paying attention to, had her moaning again. Releasing his head, her hands flew up to her hair, fisting her locks in a desperate manner to stay anchored to this world.
This pleasure felt even more sinful than the first, and she had to scrunch up her eyes to be able to reign in the stimuli her body was receiving. Releasing her pleasure for the second time that night, she was still trying to comprehend how soon this had been possible…
Relaxing, knowing he must be finished with her now, her heart jumped when still he manipulated her sensitive flesh. Unable to keep up, she felt her body respond without her accord.
"Oh, please… I can't…" Hermione pleaded, but hadn't the strength to pull away. Tears started to slip from her closed eyes, and she felt lost because of waves of powerful, unrelenting pleasure crashing into her. It seemed as if she couldn't release anymore, just build up higher and higher.
Her moans were getting louder unbeknownst to her, while pleading to… what exactly was she begging him to do? Surely not stop?
As if wanting to contradict her thoughts, Harry suddenly stopped, leaving her squirming and unable to do anything else. He lifted his body over hers, and soon she felt relieved when he filled her at last. His lips were closing on her sensitive nipples, still covered by the sleeping robe. The sensation of warm wetness and the roughness of the fabric moving against the hardened skin, while they moved, was stimulating her even more. It was proving to be more than bearable…
Almost screaming her agreement for him completing her, she couldn't do more than hang on to him while he used a more familiar method to sooth and excite her body. Later she would find she'd wrapped her legs around him, urging him to move stronger against her, but at the time, she was lost in a world of frantic desire. Soon they both couldn't hold on to any more pleasure so they let go, clinging to each other in a manner too desperate to be beautiful.
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Harry realised that losing his seed hadn't made his desire diminish. Astounded he realised he was still filling Hermione. Heart hammering, he watched as her gaze finally focused on this world again, while he felt her legs slowly fall from around him. That slight movement had alerted her to the problem at hand though, and he watched her eyes widen as she watched him disbelievingly.
Though he felt nothing for leaving her, he knew he'd taken too much pleasure from her already. Unable to follow through with his noble plan to leave her, and take care of his problem with a cold bath, he stayed on top of her, still panting in tandem with her.
She pushed at his chest, probably wanting to have more breathing space. Defeated, he rolled over, his hands taking her hips of their own accord. The result was surprising. By some miracle, he managed not to leave her body completely. Both froze, the slight friction teasing.
Carefully, Hermione aided to maintain the connection while moving. While Harry pondered where her inhibitions had fled to, he couldn't help but close his eyes, when she sat up a little. He was now on his back, and Hermione was moving her legs, the result being her knees were on each side of his hips.
At this point Harry was gripping her hips quite tightly, wondering about how the little change made such a sensory difference. By some marvellous insight, Hermione moved to sit up more, her movements making the friction deliciously new…
Opening his eyes at a moan from her, he watched her wide-eyed. She was trembling all around him, probably from exhaustion, but she'd never seemed so… on top… before.
Harry snorted at this thought, making Hermione scrutinize him. All he could do though was smile sheepishly at this woman. Her hair was a bigger and a more attractive mess than he'd ever witnessed.
Looking into her eyes, he felt mesmerized. If he'd had any brain activity left to analyse her stare, he'd noticed she seemed equally fascinated by the connection they shared. Physically and emotionally, it seemed an almost spiritual moment. It was almost like they got lost looking for each other's souls. Their eye contact never breaking, nor their physical contact, they were somewhere else for that moment… that eternity…
Slowly, Harry was brought back to earth, just staring in wonder at this woman before him. How was it that they actually barely knew each other, but at the same time, owned each other… Of this, he was certain now. She owned him… he just hoped he could own her as much as he belonged to her now.
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Hermione felt like she'd just experienced something out of this world, something that was beyond their comprehension.
She knew in the back of her mind, that if she would be thinking of this night's activities tomorrow, once the Magic of the Firelight had been broken, she would surely blush… The acts of love they engaged in were acts she hadn't even read about, so she hadn't been aware this was possible.
From her current position, she felt something she had never felt before. She felt awed, worshipped almost. She had always been the paid one, the servant, and even though her man rarely ever really treated her that way, she was beneath him. In society, she was his inferior on all levels. He was pureblood, a man, had wealth, and had a respectable profession, friends, even real family, as Lily was his, not hers anymore… Even as a witch, she could only hope to master wandless magic as easily as he seemed to do…
But now, in this instant, she felt a rare sort of pride at being a woman. Shame fell away, and without much thought, she discarded her ruined nightrobe, giving him full view of all of her skin. Without breaking the stare, she started to move experimentally, gently up, down and around, shivers running over her body, especially when she saw his eyes roll heavenwards.
He aided her movements with his hands on her hips, but let her decide the pace.
It felt like they were in that blissful state of respect during an eternity. Hermione didn't, couldn't know how long it took for them to reach that ultimate peak of pleasure, but before they reached it, everything was calm, soft, reverent… and when it came it came almost unexpected, not at all wild, but more as a spiritual moment.
In the back of her mind, Hermione remembered reading somewhere how the ritual of love-making had been considered sacred in earlier civilisations, primal, primitive ones… The joining of a man and a woman was believed to bring better understanding of what their gods' splendour meant. She had never understood this until now…
Exhaustion overpowered her senses though, and lying on Harry's chest, she fell asleep.
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