Author's Note: I honestly cannot believe that it has taken me this long to complete this story! To be honest, I don't know if anyone will still be interested in reading it. LoL! Furthermore, I don't know if the ending will please everyone. If it doesn't please you, please be kind. :) If it does please you, feel free to let me know!
Hermione's heart raced. Had she really done what she just did? Had Harry really enjoyed it as much as he seemed to? She had purely let her instincts take over, knowing they had rarely let her down in the past. Now, here she lay, at his mercy. Oddly enough, nervousness was taken over by impatience. She couldn't wait to experience what he had planned next. Whatever it was, she knew he would be gentle; knew that it would be something she would never forget. She rested her head comfortably on her pillow, looking up at the man who would forever be more than her best friend.
Harry stared down at the young witch below him. Gorgeous wasn't even the term to define her at this moment. That word simply did not do her justice. Stunning and heavenly; yes, those words came close. Still, they lacked in the honest description. With all sincerity, he would have been content to stare at her for a longer period of time, but other parts of his body had different ideas. His hands got a sudden urgency to travel over the female flesh before his eyes. Truths began spilling from his lips before he had a chance to think. "You, Hermione Granger, are a goddess." He placed his hand to her cheek, blessing it with a gentle caress. "A goddess deserves to be worshipped to the fullest extent." He moved in, claiming her lips in a manner that displayed nothing but unadulterated passion.
Hermione was more than thankful for the fact that she was already laying down. Had she been standing when this occurred, she was certain to have sunk to the floor from having gone weak in the knees. From anyone else, his words would have seemed like rubbish; filler compliments during the heat of the moment. But, since the sentiment came from Harry, she was forced to believe what he said. Maybe she didn't fit into the world's perception of a goddess but, at the moment, she fit Harry Potter's perception of one and that's all that mattered.
His lips, oh how wonderfully his lips caressed her own. He gradually worked his way to her jaw, moving down her neck. He took some time in this region, nipping at certain areas of skin only to sooth them with sensual licks. The sweet, quiet moans this seemed to elicit from her only spurred him further. He moved slightly lower, undoing the front clasp of her bra to uncover her exquisite breasts. He began his ministrations on her right breast, showering soft kisses on the milky white skin. His motions led him to the areola, where he claimed the nipple between his lips; suckling as if this was his form of nourishment. He loved feeling the effect of his actions, causing it to harden like a pebble.
"Harry, that feels heavenly," she moaned. Her breathing was deep and steady, focusing only on the sensation at hand. She felt him move to her left breast and repeat the same actions, one of his hands still playing with the nipple of her right breast. This feeling drove her senses into overload. Never before did she think she could want something to continue and stop at the same time. Suddenly, the idea of never being with Harry like this again flooded her mind and made her realize that she needed to enjoy this with every single fiber of her being while she could.
He finished his actions on her left breast and kissed his way back up to her mouth, easing his tongue in to do battle with hers. He broke away smoothly, taking a good look into her eyes. He saw awareness, want, need, passion, desire…and not a damn bit of hesitation. With a smirk, he snaked down her body and stopped at her stomach. Without pause, he swirled his tongue around her belly button, dipping it inside several times. When her body slightly squirmed beneath him and her knees bent, he knew she was ready for the next move, even if she may not know it. Hell, he just hoped he was ready for it!
He'd never done this before; really had no idea what he was doing. He was running on instinct and past voyeurism. One night, during the summer before his seventh year, he got quite the eyeful. It was probably the one and only `male bonding' moment that he and Dudley Dursley would ever share. Petunia and Vernon had gone out for a good portion of the evening, leaving Dudley to destroy the house and Harry locked in his room…or so they thought. Unknown to the bitter couple, there seemed to be a silent `burying of the hatchet' between the two cousins. They were far from friends, but there was no longer the outrageous animosity. No, Harry simply reserved that extra loathing for Vernon. After the two adults left, Dudley had unlocked the door and invited Harry downstairs to watch the telly. In the end, that evening introduced Harry Potter to his first erotic video. It seemed as though Dudley had watched them numerous times before, not really being fazed by it all. Harry, on the other hand, was speechless. But, in his silence, he did take note of a few techniques. Now, that he was in the situation, he only hoped that he didn't make a complete fool of himself.
Grabbing her knickers, he slid them down her smooth legs; tossing them to the floor. He lay on his stomach, taking in the sight of the most secretive part of Hermione's body. She looked perfect, unused and untouched. Her nether lips were a soft pink, a small nub poking out at the top. The beauty of a woman's body truly amazed him at that moment. He breathed in deeply, his senses becoming acutely aware of her scent. His eyes noted her wetness, his inquisitiveness of it all becoming heightened. He looked up at her, watching her smile grow at the eye contact.
"See something you like?" she questioned quietly.
Instead of verbalizing his answer, he nodded his head slowly and took that opportunity to move in for the kill. His tongue took the first lick of many, tasting the mixture of her sweet nectar and salty sweat. Right away, he knew there couldn't possibly be something more erotic than this.
Hermione allowed a delightful squeak to escape her lips when she felt Harry's tongue; that beautiful tongue which was causing unknown emotions to bubble and swirl. She felt it probe her entrance, teasing her lovingly, and then following the path up to that magnificent bundle of nerves. Just that action alone made her legs fall open more, a silent invitation for him to assault her with additional sweet torture. She couldn't control the moans that erupted from within her, his lips and tongue focusing on that hot spot. The feeling of a million electric bolts shot through her body, nearly driving her to the brink of madness. Her hands left her sides and grabbed her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples.
Harry continued to lick her sweetness but averted his gaze upwards, seeing Hermione play with her breasts. He immediately felt the familiar twitch in his groin and couldn't help but moan, causing Hermione's noises to become more forceful. He worked in awe, not believing how wet she had become within the matter of seconds. He allowed one finger to slip between her folds, gently gliding against her wetness. Nudging the finger inside her let him know he would be in for a tight fit at first. He thought it best to persist in attacking the spot that made her moan the loudest in hopes of making her wet even more.
Her noises only grew in volume as he inserted a second finger. He relished in the warmth of her insides, taking notice just how soft it was. He had heard from some of the other blokes about the infamous "G" spot and desperately wanted to find it in order to give Hermione a strong release. He continued sliding his fingers in and out, but took note of their surrounding as well. He wanted to learn the inside of her. Since learning by sight was out of the question, he had to feel it all. He curled his fingers, becoming excited when the tips flicked over what seemed to be a particularly sensitive area.
"Harry…oh," she began to shudder, "right there…right there," she was panting now. "Don't…stop…feels…good…" Never before had she felt such empowerment. It was as if she was soaring, not in any hurry to abandon this experience. Instinctively, she began trying to thrust her hips in an upward motion, pleased to find that Harry moved along right with her. "Har…ry! I'm…" And then, she felt her insides melt while her release shot through her like a bolt of lightning. She felt her walls clenching, craving to have his cock inside of her. Lightheadedness took over; her eyelids drooping slightly with heavy desire for the act that still remained. She tried to regain a semi-normal breathing pattern, but couldn't shake the giddiness that filled her body. She had actually experienced an orgasm at the hands of another.
Harry left a trail of soft kisses as he moved his way up her body, captivated by her gaze once his lips met hers. His emotions were thrown, not expecting to feel this tremendous ache, like his heart was being ripped from his chest. They'd yet to even have sex and already it was becoming so much to handle.
Weren't blokes supposed to have it easy? Weren't they supposed to be able to have it off without worrying about emotional ties? The girls were believed to be the ones who pined away for the one they lost their virginity to. Yet, at that moment, Harry Potter wasn't sure he would ever be able to let go of Hermione Granger.
"Are you ready Harry?"
Her voice, so quiet and sweet, stole the remainder of his heart. Was he ready? Was he ready to lose himself to this lovely woman whom he'd known since she was a girl? No matter if he was ready, the steps had been taken and his heart was already in her hands. His answer was confident and quick. "Yes."
Yes, he was ready to show Hermione Granger that what was happening between them would turn out to be something more than either of them had bargained for earlier in the day.
This learning experience would be for life.
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