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Chapter 4
When the elevator doors closed, Hermione looked at Harry and took a step toward him. "Are you sure about that?" she asked one final time. He looked at the fierce passion in her chocolate brown eyes and his breathing quickened almost instantly. What in the name of Merlin is that? And why is she looking at me that way? He wondered. She took another step closer until he could feel her hot breath against his face, until he could smell her. "Um, Hermione…."
Like a woman possessed, she grabbed his shoulders and pushed him up against the wall…hard. Harry's face had taken on the deer-in-the-headlights look. "Enough games," she whispered feverishly as she pushed his jacket from his shoulders and let it fall unceremoniously to the floor. Her mouth covered his in a kiss so hot, so full of raw passion, that it not only startled him, it literally took his breath away. He couldn't suppress the moan that came from the back of his throat as she pushed her tongue through his lips and into his mouth. He raised his hands to her shoulders and for one brief moment thought to push her away. But the way she was kissing him, with such reckless abandon, was so intense he felt his knees buckling. Merlin, she's a good kisser!
Hermione pushed him into the wall and held him captive with her body. She captured one of his legs between hers and rubbed herself seductively against it. He moaned into her kiss again as he felt himself grow hard. Despite the fact that his brain was screaming, don't do it…think of Sandra, his body seemed to take on a mind of its own.
He wanted to resist…he tried to resist. Oh dear Merlin, Hermione! Don't do that! But he found that his hands, much like his mind, had seemingly taken on a life of their own. They started off losing themselves in her beautiful, long brown hair, but quickly slid south, over the curves of her waist, her hips. On their way back up, he grasped her cute little bum softly, but with enough firmness to make her quiver. Still moving further north, he opened his hands flat and brought them around to her front to slide them lightly over the swell of her breasts. She moaned into his mouth, biting down on his bottom lip roughly. This is wrong…this is so wrong…isn't it wrong? This is Hermione! Hermione Granger! Best friend Hermione! Woman Hermione!
You stupid git! If this is so wrong, then why does it feel so right? Why are you seeing explosions behind your closed eyes? Why are you harder than you've ever been before in your life? In a matter of minutes something amazing happened…a startling realization coursed through him and he pushed her away and held her roughly at arms length so he could look at her. The desire in her eyes-the need, the want, the longing, the desperation-it was all more than he'd ever dreamed he'd find in one woman and he realized in that instant that he wanted her-that he'd probably always wanted her. He wondered if he might even be in love with her. Think about that later, Potter! His inner voice advised.
With what little sense he had left, Harry reached around her and hit a button on the wall, hoping to Merlin it was the stop button. The elevator jerked from the abrupt halt and they both went tumbling to the floor. Her lips were red and swollen from the fierceness with which he'd kissed her. He needed her…wanted her…had to have her. He pulled her roughly to him and attacked her lips with brute force…push for push, kiss for kiss, bite for bite, she kept pace with him. Panting in hard breaths, she pulled out of his embrace to straddle his hips. Resting firmly against his groin, she began clawing feverishly at his clothes like a wild animal that had finally caught its prey.
That was the last straw. He couldn't take it anymore. Any lingering doubts, any I-have-a-girlfriend cares were quickly forgotten. He could no longer deny to himself what he was feeling…what they were feeling. He grabbed her head and pulled her face down to his where he kissed her hard and bit her bottom lip; maintaining very little self-control. Hermione fell against him and moaned loudly. His hands ran up and down her backside, squeezing her arse tightly while pushing his hips up to smash against hers.
Hermione grinned against his lips when she felt his erection pressed against her and she sat up once more. She reached down to pull his shirt out of his trousers and slowly slid her hands up his hard, muscled stomach, her fingers leaving trails of fire over his skin. He closed his eyes and released a shaky, raspy breath through clenched teeth. And to his disgust, his brain tried one more time to butt in…this is wrong. This has to stop.
Oh, sod off! He thought back irritably. And apparently his hands agreed as they reached up seemingly of their own accord and grasped her breasts through her shirt. She moaned and arched her back, pressing them harder into his hands. He was frustrated by the amount of fabric keeping him from touching the silkiness of her skin.
He looked up at her as she began to roll her hips and rub against his groin, riding him slowly, seductively, her head thrown back, her hands pressed heavily against his chest beneath his shirt, and her eyes closed tightly. He had never seen anything so beautiful in all his life. He grabbed her and pulled her down against him and rolled them over. She opened her lust-filled eyes and gasped when she suddenly found herself beneath him, the weight of his body pressing her into the floor of the elevator. His lips found their way to her throat where he covered every inch of her skin in slow, wet kisses, his tongue lazily tasting her.
Closing her eyes against the wild passion she felt building up in her abdomen, she wrapped her legs around him as he grinded against her. But this wasn't how it was supposed to be. She was in charge, right? Bloody right I am. She surprised him by rolling over so she was on top again. She pulled back and stared into his stunning green eyes, eyes that flashed wild with desire. Once again in the position of power, she started to roll her hips against him, harder this time, pushing down with every gyration. She threw her head back and moaned loudly when she again felt his hardness pressed against the highly sensitive spot between her legs; the spot that was burning for his touch…and so much more. Merlin, she wanted him.
Reaching up, Harry slid his hands under her shirt then slipped his fingers under her bra to pinch her nipples hard. She moaned loudly at the feel of his calloused hands against her skin and her breasts. She looked down at him without a word and still looking directly into his eyes, she reached down, grabbed the collar of his shirt, and ripped it open. The few buttons that were on it went flying, bouncing off the elevator walls. The ripping sound echoed briefly throughout the small space. Harry closed his eyes and shuddered. The flash of heat that went through him burned him in places he didn't know existed. His need for her was now well beyond his control.
She slid her hands up his stomach and bare chest, raking her nails against the flat, toned surface. She gently pinched at his nipples, making his back arch. "Oh…dear Merlin," he moaned, his voice barely a whisper. She bent over him and slowly ran her tongue up his chest. She stopped to suck hard on each of his nipples, giving them each an affectionate nip before she moved her lips up to his collarbone.
For reasons he couldn't explain he suddenly went wild. He just knew that he had never reacted this way to a woman kissing him like this. Perhaps they had never done it right, or perhaps it was because it just hadn't been Hermione. Trembling with desire, he wrapped his arms around her back and held on for dear life as she sucked hard on the spot she'd found. A spot that made his entire body quiver and break out in goose bumps.
He could swear he was getting dizzy. "Hermione…Hermione…Mione…." He kept whispering her name over and over. He was concentrating so hard on the sensations she was causing to course through him that he didn't notice she was undoing his trousers beneath her. When she pulled away from his throat, Harry moaned and looked up at her. "No, please…don't…don't stop," he breathed heavily. She only grinned and began crawling backward over him. She settled herself between his legs and when Harry realized what she was going to do, he closed his eyes and took a deep, shuddering breath. You really need to stop this.
I told you to sod off! He yelled angrily in his mind. Hermione gently pulled his trousers and boxers down off his slim hips, being careful not to upset the hard, sensitive column of flesh that now stood between his perfectly sculpted thighs. When she had the last of his clothing off, she sat back and admired him. She stared in awe at the lean hardness of his body; he was beautiful. He was certainly no longer the lanky teenager she'd met, became best friends with, and fallen in love with so many years ago. No. He was now a man, a man she desperately wanted…desperately needed. A man she adored and worshipped. Her eyes roamed the beauty of his body and landed purposefully on her intended target. His erection was definitely impressive. Wow. She thought. Who knew? She listened to him groan in painful pleasure as her thumb ever-so-lightly grazed against the head. He hissed in a breath and balled his hands into fists. Mione, don't do that! She was curious about it…and about seeing him in such a state. She would never have guessed that she could have this kind of power over him.
As she sat admiring him, Harry opened his eyes and looked at her. He was curious as to why she had stopped touching him. Their eyes bore into the each others and they shared a silent thought, although neither one of them would remember it. Or, at least not until much later.
She smiled lasciviously at him, then leaned over and took as much of him into her mouth as was physically possible, slowly running her tongue along the length of it and moaning as she felt it deep within her throat. It was like swallowing his power. When she pulled back, she very gently scraped her teeth along it, making Harry gasp in breathless ecstasy. She had never done this before and certainly didn't want to hurt him, but of course she had read many a book on the subject and had always wondered what his reaction would be.
Delirious with ecstasy, Harry reached down and buried his hands in her hair, not exactly holding her head still, but just needing to be in contact with her somehow as she moved her mouth up and down on him. The noises Harry was making were entrancing. As she worked him, she committed every single sound, every whimper, every moan to memory so she would have it forever, regardless of where they went from here.
She sucked hard on him, then ran her tongue up and down his length and watched his face as she took him back into her mouth. She repeated the actions a few more times before he came in a release so sudden and so intense it surprised them both. Her name was like a chant on his lips. Over and over he repeated it as his hips bucked, pushing himself into her mouth with ferocious intensity. Hermione had to back away slightly as he moved forward, his erection pushing so far into her throat she thought she might gag. Harry pulled at her hair, his hips pumping against her face, the sexual pain rising higher and higher until finally it ebbed and he went limp.
When she felt his hands releasing her hair and fall to the floor, she sat up and smiled down on him. Wiping the corner of her mouth with her fingers and licking from them what remained of his seed, she climbed over him and ran her hands up his chest where she gently took his beautiful, flushed face in her hands and kissed him. "Like that?" she teased.
Harry opened his eyes and looked at her. "Are you trying to kill me?" he asked heavily, his voice trembling. He pulled her head down to his and kissed her fiercely. The taste of himself on her lips made him tingle.
She smiled and stood up as he pulled up his boxers and trousers and got to his feet. He leaned heavily against the wall and closed his eyes as Hermione pushed the start button, the elevator lurching upward again. She handed him his jacket and laid her head against his shoulder.
Harry put his arms around her and hugged her tightly. "So this is your idea of rehearsing?" he asked his breathing still heavy and mildly erratic.
She giggled and kissed that sensitive spot on his collarbone which now had a dark hickey over it. He let out a pathetic whimper and she smiled. "Yes," she said simply.
Harry shook his head slowly, laying his head back against the wall of the elevator. "We should stop this, right now," he breathed, his voice still quivering.
She looked at him. There was no conviction in his voice. None at all. She reached down and gently grabbed him through his trousers, giving him a light squeeze. "You sure about that? Remember what I said about consequences," she warned.
He gasped and looked at her. "What's gotten into you?" he asked. He had never seen this side of his best friend before. He had never seen her so uninhibited. It was highly unlike her. But you like it, don't you?
You're bloody right I do! I just didn't think she felt his way about me.
That's why you're daft. And why she had to make the first move. Because she knew you wouldn't.
She looked up at him with eyes like he'd never seen. They were shadowed with lust, that much was obvious…but just beyond that veil was something more; something he thought he'd never see in any woman's eyes but which he'd secretly longed for, for as far back as he could remember. Something that he had hoped would someday be looking at him like it was now. She just smiled at his comment and laid her head down against his shoulder, gripping his arm tightly.
And suddenly, his indecision and the "we have to stop this" attitude were gone. It was all about them now. As perhaps it always was. "Mione?" He called quietly and she looked up at him. He opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly the words were gone. His own eyes were overcome with desire. She had taken him to heights of passion that he had never experienced…and now he wanted to do the same for her.
She looked at him carefully, as if trying to gauge if he really understood the ramifications of what he was thinking. Deciding that he did, she nodded just as the elevator reached her floor. Harry followed her out into the hallway and held her waist from behind, kissing the back of her neck tenderly as she fought with the keycard to get her room unlocked, her hands shaking. "Harry, stop it," she breathed in a voice that didn't sound anything like her own.
"Don't want to," he said as he moved his hands to the front of her shirt and unbuttoned it just enough to pull it down in the back so he could run his tongue along her shoulder blades. "You taste so good." He kissed the side of her neck and again smelled peach in her hair. "You smell so good."
She finally got the door unlocked and they literally stumbled inside. She didn't even have time to turn the lights on. He held her in his arms and kissed her tenderly, tasting her as though he wanted to taste her soul. Maybe he could. He lowered her to the ground, kicking the door closed behind them. In a heartbeat his mouth was on hers; soft, wet, passionate. His tongue explored her mouth as his fingers caressed under her clothes, setting her on fire.
She knew that this was it; she knew that they were going to do what she had dreamed of for so long. Going down on him had been so easy for her. She didn't realize how almost natural it felt to pleasure him. But where they were headed now was beyond that. This would, without a doubt, change everything. Both of their lives would forever be altered. And without conscious thought they were both naked lying on the floor. Hermione felt his flesh pressing hotly against hers. Every inch of her seemed to be covered by a piece of him.
"Harry," she whispered quietly, desperately as she ran her hands through his hair. His hands were everywhere, touching, caressing, stroking all her most tender places, sending heat waves through her to places that she never knew existed. "Harry," she whispered again, "make love to me. Please…please…." Her breath was coming in short, desperate gasps as her body ached for the feel of his. His naked body was pressed against hers, his erection pressed against her thigh. There were parts of her that wanted to eat him alive and parts of her that were frightened that she would lose herself in him…even though that's what she wanted most of all.
Harry looked into her eyes as he crawled between her legs. She responded to his attentions as if she were made for him. Showing remarkable restraint, he did not enter her right away. He held himself above her, then kissed and caressed her, slipping his fingers down between her legs to see if she was ready for him. And she was. He wanted her-he was in pain for her. He wanted to sink himself into that velvety wetness and never come back. But he wanted to pleasure her as she had done for him. He needed her to be pleasured. The thought of her coming for him was foremost in his mind. Harry slipped a long, rough finger into her and she gasped, arching her back and moaning from the back of her throat.
With his thumb he began to tease the little bundle of nerves hidden by her soft folds, sending waves of pleasure through her. She responded by pulling his head down to hers and kissing him with an intensity that scared her, as she begged him with her tongue to continue. He kissed down her throat to the valley between her breasts. Lightly nipping across the globes of her breasts, his tongue danced around her erect nipples and they grew harder the more he sucked, licked, and pulled at them. Hermione moaned and held his head in place. It was more pleasure than she had ever known. She knew she had to be in heaven. He began to move his kisses down her belly to that soft, wet place that was being pleasured by his fingers, but Hermione stopped him, grabbing his head and turning him to look up at her. "What?" He looked confused.
"Harry," she said, her voice coming in short pants, "I want you inside me. Now!" Her words were adamant and final. She knew if she didn't have him inside her very soon she would simply combust from frustration.
Harry crawled back up and held himself above her on his strong arms so he could look down into her lovely face. She wrapped her legs around him and tried to pull him inside her. He claimed her mouth, kissing her with such force that the magnitude of it startled both of them. He hadn't realized it until this moment, but he wanted her more than he'd ever wanted another woman in his life. Not that he had had many lovers, but of the few he did have, his Hermione was like no other. He needed her…it was that simple. He had always needed her, but now, in this most intimate way, it went beyond mere need or lust or desire…it went beyond anything he'd ever felt. She was his everything-she was the air he needed to breath, she was the reason he lived.
"Harry," she moaned, bringing him sharply back to their reality. Her eyes were closed, her back arched to the point that her hips met his, and he could feel it in her…she was about to lose control, just as he was. Her movements caused the tip of his erection to barely slip into the wetness between her legs and the feeling made him gasp. His self-control reached its peak and with one quick stab, he sunk into her, filling her to his hilt. With a loud, guttural groan, he lay down against her and buried his face against her neck. He was sure he had never felt anything quite as wonderful as being inside her.
She whimpered softly, her arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders. Her hold loosened as he slowly rose up on his elbows to look down at her. "You all right? D…do you want me to stop?" He managed to breathe. But even as he said the words, he wasn't sure his body would cooperate. Even if she said yes, he thought sure his body would betray him yet again. The tight wetness that surrounded him, making him lose all sense of consciousness, was driving him mad. His body wanted to shag her and shag her hard. But his mind and his heart remembered the words…slow and sweet.
"No," she choked, looking into his concerned eyes, "it's okay Harry, really. I'm all right."
Harry was quickly losing the control he'd forced himself to maintain. It felt so good, so tight, so wet, so warm. Hermione prodded him on by squeezing his hips with her thighs, then wrapping her legs around him. Taking her hint, he began to move inside of her, slowly at first, while he was still in control.
Hermione reveled in the feeling of having him inside her. She loved the feel of his hot breath against her neck, her breasts pressed against his chest, the little trail of hair from his bellybutton tickling her stomach.
"Hermione…" his voice was strangled. He probably wasn't even aware that he was speaking. Just as she wasn't aware that she was digging her fingers into the skin on his back. It was good, it was perfect, it was magic. Harry was pumping inside her now, slow and sweet, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through them both. Their limbs intertwined and their muscles strained as they came together, bodies and souls uniting. The little aftershocks of her orgasm shook her as he spent himself inside her and finally collapsed on top of her, panting hard. She wrapped her arms around him, listening to his labored breaths.
Harry became aware that he was lying with all his weight on her. And although he loved the feel of her pressed so hard against him, her breasts crushed against his chest, and her legs and arms wrapped around him, he didn't want to burden her. He reluctantly pulled out of her and rolled off, lying on his side, pulling her into his arms.
Hermione was totally limp, exhausted with the power of the orgasm he had given her. She snuggled against him, her head coming to rest under his chin. He loved the feeling of her hot breath on his chest he wanted to melt into her, to make her part of his body, part of his heart, part of his soul. For a long time the new lovers laid in each others arms trying to catch their breath.
As she felt sleep claiming her, Hermione knew that this was where she belonged-where she'd always belonged; right here, with him. She looked up at him and touched his face so he opened his eyes. "I love you," she whispered.
It all seemed so simple to him now…too simple really. But she deserved so much more than a sudden realization brought about by the passion they'd shared. He kissed the tip of her finger and attempted a smile as he looked worriedly into her eyes. "Can I just say that I think I love you, too?"
She looked at him questioningly. "What do you mean?"
"I just mean that this has all been so overwhelming and I never expected to feel this way toward you," he said truthfully. "You know I've always loved you, but I need a little time before I tell you that I'm in love with you. I have to know that it's more than just this," he said waving his hands between their naked bodies. "It's not everyday you wake up and realize you've been a daft git. I think you deserve more than my just saying the words right now. I really do think I'm in love with you, Hermione," she felt her heart tighten at those words, "but let's try this new aspect of our relationship out for just a little while first. Can we do that?"
She laid her head back down on his shoulder and snuggled as close to him as she could get. "Yes, Harry," she replied, "I'll take what I can get from you for now because I know the truth. You'll see."
"Thanks, Hermione," he said kissing the top of her head.
"And Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for being so daft," she mumbled as sleep began to overtake her, "and for coming to apologize for it."
"Best decision I ever made," he replied wrapping his arms around her tighter. He was silent for a moment, then he grinned. "You don't think there was a camera in that elevator do you?" he asked with a yawn.
"Bloody hell!" she cried as she sat bolt upright and stared wide-eyed and unblinkingly at the hotel room door.
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