A/N: I am so sorry it took so long to get this chapter up! Please put down the pitch forks & torches! Between the holidays, slight writers block, and the humorous inability to catch Mayhem online, I was a bit slowed down.
I'm sure the wait will be worth it though ;) Also, there will be a 5th chapter, which tells what happens w/the B.U.G. & other stuff. :)
ps: if you can listen to Sugar Water while you read this, it may be very helpful ;)
http://www.wickedcamaro.com/Cibo%20matto%20-%20sugar%20water.mp3
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Chapter 4: Leave Me Breathless
His arms still wrapped around her hips, Harry gently pulled Hermione towards him, causing her to fall back against the bed, sliding across the sheets. She giggled as he drew her closer, the satin tickling her back.
"What's with the sheets?" Hermione asked, her eyebrow raised.
"What? A guy can't indulge himself once in a while?" Harry asked, laughing at her as she propped herself up once more.
Hermione was running her fingers over the smooth fabric when Harry kissed her again. Even though she knew what was coming, his kisses still sent an electric current through her, and she quivered involuntarily, letting out a shallow gasp when his lips met that sensitive spot between her thighs. She fell backwards, completely at the mercy of his touch. When his tongue penetrated her, she gripped the sheets tightly. Harry glanced up and became immediately captivated by the graceful curve of her breasts lifting into the air as she pressed her head back into the sheets, the satin rippling beneath her.
"Ha-rry!" Hermione said, her voice catching in her throat.
Harry smiled as he leaned back. Pulling his arms from under her, he slowly pulled her panties over her arse and thighs, down her slender legs, and over her feet. He tossed them into their pile of clothes.
"Now, where was I?" Harry mused as he gazed at her.
"I believe you were right-" Hermione began, but the word `there' escaped in barely a whisper as Harry resumed his previous endeavors. His wicked tongue made languorous circles over her hooded bundle of nerves before plunging into her depths once more, while his thumb gently massaged her towards ecstasy.
As much as he enjoyed prolonging Hermione's pleasure, Harry was becoming impatient. He lightly kissed her inner thigh as he rose to his feet. When Hermione opened her eyes to look at him, Harry offered her his hand. She grasped it and he gently pulled her to a sitting position. She licked her lips as she caught sight of his erection straining against its silken cage.
A seductive smile spreading across her face, Hermione placed her hands on Harry's muscular thighs, just below his boxers. In a languid motion she ran them up the length of the cool silk until she reached the elastic waist. Hooking her thumbs onto it near the back, she pulled his boxers down at a tantalizing pace, her fingers pressing lightly into his skin as they traveled down his arse. Giving Harry a mischievous grin, Hermione kissed the tip of his erection. She was amazed at its softness, and pleased when a loud moan escaped his pursed lips, his head rolled lazily backwards, and his eyelids fluttered at her touch.
Harry gently lifted her off the bed, holding her loosely against him. She wrapped her legs around his hips, his stiffness adjacent to the curve of her backside. He enveloped her soft lips in an intense kiss, one hand supporting her neck, the other her arse. Honing his nimble Quidditch reflexes, he maneuvered them onto the bed, crawling on his knees to its center. His left arm was wrapped around Hermione's back, while his right was being used for leverage.
Lying her tenderly on her back, Harry propped himself up on his left elbow, his face hovering slightly above hers. Closing her eyes, Hermione lifted up her head to reach him, kissing him deeply. He cupped her face gently with his right hand; his fingers glided smoothly down her ivory neck, tracing her collarbone before finding the swell of her breast. Taking the full weight of it in his hand, Harry kneaded it delicately and languished in its suppleness, his thumb dancing back and forth across her taut nipple.
Harry's fingers trailed feather-light down the smooth plane of her creamy skin. When his fingers reached the area between her navel and her downy curls, Hermione giggled softly at his tickling touch. Looking down upon him from her perch upon his pillows, Hermione caught his eyes and smiled. Harry returned her smile as he drew small shapes on the canvas just below her navel. A hushed moan escaped her lips each time his fingers brushed her delicate skin.
Licking her lips, Hermione ran her hand over her breast and down her stomach. Her fingertips met his for a fleeting moment before she ran them lightly back up her abdomen, stopping briefly to massage her nipple. Upon seeing this, a feral groan escaped Harry's throat and he lost his fingers in her concealing curls. Sliding his middle finger into her hot, wet crevice, he allowed it to penetrate her a few times before withdrawing completely.
Slipping his finger out, he ran his hand over the sensitive head of his penis, allowing her wetness to mix with his own. Hermione licked her lips as Harry took his length in his hand and stroked it slowly, his eyelids fluttering softly as his pace slowed to a lethargic crawl. Awakened from his revive by Hermione's mewl, Harry opened his eyes to see her watching him. Her eyes glistened with lust at the sight of him pleasing himself and she licked her lips eagerly, desperately wanting him inside her.
A wry smirk played across his handsome features as he watched her watching him. Still lying on his side and propped up on his left elbow, his hand still encircling his erection, he gently pressed the tip of his penis into her slit. It took all of the willpower he could gather to keep from releasing at that moment, as he slowly pulled back, his tip at her opening. In a deliciously titillating manner, he penetrated her again, still allowing only his head to enter. Hermione clutched the silken sheets desperately each time he did this; she knew that he was intentionally driving her insane, and she savored every tantalizing second of it.
"Mmmm. Oh, Harry," Hermione whispered, her voice low and sultry.
Unable to withstand the torture a moment longer, Hermione's middle finger sought out her clit, rubbing it in a languid, circular motion, not realizing how much this would further arouse Harry as he thrust forward, burying himself completely within her. Reveling in the feel of her tight walls constricting around him, Harry unconsciously fell into rhythm with the song playing in the background. Each time the drum sounded, he would thrust forward. Hermione quickly set pace with the same melodic note.
"Hermione," Harry breathed, "Oh God, you feel so good."
Hermione's breathing was becoming fast and erratic as their synchronized pace quickened. The satin sheets felt wonderfully cool against her burning skin. Their sheer, gentle caress and the guttural growls Harry was uttering plunged Hermione into absolute ecstasy. Without realizing what she was doing, she began to purr. It started softly in the back of her throat, but with each thrust, it grew louder, more feral. Elation was peaking within her, spreading like wildfire from her abdomen to the tips of her toes and fingers.
"Oh. My. God. Harry!" she cried, her orgasm rolling over her in great waves, her moans and breathing escaping in a tumultuous eruption.
Her cries of ecstasy, joined with the dizzying feel of her clenching tightly around him, sent Harry hurtling over the edge, into his own unassailable climax.
"Aah! Oh-yes!" he moaned loudly as he also became enveloped in his orgasm.
" 'Mione," Harry whispered, collapsing atop Hermione and rolling slightly to the side, still buried deep within her.
Pulling the covers around them, Harry and Hermione wrapped themselves in each other's arms. The cool satin extinguishing the fire of their skin, they just lay there, trying to catch their breath. Her head rested against his chest, and his on top her soft, messy curls. They fell asleep to the hypnotizing melody of each other's steadying breath.
Somewhere during the course of their orgasms, Hermione had swung her hand to the side to grasp at the sheets. In doing so, she had inadvertently swatted at the then invisible, silver B.U.G. Their elicited moans had been loud enough to mask the sharp thud of the magical device as it smashed against the wall, falling soundlessly into their rumpled pile of discarded clothing, and, now visible, it glistened against the silvery moonlight cast in through the window.
As soon as the B.U.G. had hit the wall, the screen in the other room went black. None of the occupants in the spare room had noticed. Draco and Ginny had long since retreated to their own tents, just as the other occupants had more than an hour ago. Both rooms were now silent and dark, apart from the slivers of moonlight casting soft shadows across the walls and floor.
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A/N: Thanks, once again, to Mayhem, my faithful beta & partner in crime. Also, a big thanks to Bslehofer for some great ideas!
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