A/N: Again, I want to thank all those who reviewed! I plan on replying to each one. After reading a certain review last night, I thought I would follow the advice and post the links to the pages I used in order to help Hermione's research in the first chapter. Just a warning, these pages include explicit pictures that involve the posing of sexual positions. If you can't handle that then don't cut and paste! The links are:
Hermione's 1st research page - http://sexpositionsandmore.com/sex-positions/bermuda-triangle
Hermione's 2nd research page - http://sexpositionsandmore.com/sex-positions/doorway-heaven
Harry's favorite position - http://sexpositionsandmore.com/sex-positions/drivers-seat
And now, on with chapter 3! Please don't forget to R & R!
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Harry wasn't positive, but he was seriously beginning to wonder if he had died during the war and just didn't know it. That could be the only explanation for why he felt in absolute heaven. He was certain that reality would not be this kind to him. It never had been before. Yet, there he lay…in bed with Hermione…watching her rub the tip of a vibrator against one of her raised nipples.
Like watching her disrobe wasn't agonizing enough, now she had to add sex toys into the mix.
If he hadn't died, he was sure that death would be coming soon. He had just experienced the most intense orgasm of his life and his cock was already growing painfully hard.
He had never seen a vibrator before. All he knew is that he so wished it was he who was touching her breasts. But, the agreement was that he would watch. And he would…for now. She had offered him a front row view, telling him to lay right between her legs.
Yes, he definitely liked this new liberated version of Hermione Granger. He was attracted to her before, but now he found her positively irresistible. He watched as she moved the vibrator down her body, stopping at its destination. It pulsed against her folds and he listened as she moaned.
"It feels so good, Harry."
His mouth became dry once more. Just when he thought he would lose his mind, she slowly inserted the vibrator where he longed for his cock to be. His ears were met with another moan, his name falling from her lips shortly after.
Yea, he wasn't sure whether he would be able to just sit back and watch. He saw the toy slip in and out of her easily as she became wetter. He smelled her essence as she became more aroused. His tongue was positively itching to have a taste.
She let out a whimper as she shoved the vibrator deeper than the previous thrusts. "What do you think, Harry?" Her voice was breathy, enjoying the feeling this wonderful invention was causing.
His brain was about to short circuit and she expected him to think? He said exactly what was floating through his mind. "You are so fucking hot right now."
She giggled.
The damn sexy wench actually had the nerve to giggle, like she was enjoying the torture she was putting him through. If he wasn't so hard at the moment, he'd show her. He would have walked right out of the room.
Yea, that would definitely teach her a lesson.
You moron
"Do you want to help me, Harry?"
Does a snitch have wings?
"Oh, yea," he moaned as he raised himself up so that he was kneeling, his eyes gazing at her clit. He lowered his head and kissed the skin around her belly button. His lips trailed down and his pulse quickened. His lips surrounded the tiny bundle of nerves and he began to gently suck.
Her skin was hot. Her folds were becoming drench with her juices. Without really thinking about his actions, his tongue took a swipe over a portion of the vibrator during one of the moments of pulling it out. The taste of her wetness was unusual, but something he could definitely get use to. It was all so soft, so soaked and so scorching.
Hermione moaned louder, completely surrendering to the pleasure she was receiving. She continued to thrust the toy in and out, mixed emotions of wanting the moment to last and wanting to reach her peak battled within her. In the midst of her thrusting, she felt Harry's hand cover her own, helping to guide the toy in and out, in and out, in…the vibrations rocking her to the core, Harry's tongue licking her clit, then switching to his lips gently sucking on the button. Then, his mouth left her skin.
"Don't stop!" she nearly cried.
He smirked, though lust still clouded his eyes. "Let me take care of business down here. You, play with your beautiful tits." He watched as she bit her lower lip and then licked her lips. He enthusiastically took over the job of moving the vibrator and watched her hands for several moments.
Fingertips grazed over both nipples as her breathing increased. While enjoying the view, he took the time to admire breasts. They were perky, a handful at the most. He was no expert of exact sizing so he made a mental note to sneak a peek at the tag on one of her bras later. No matter what the tag said, he could verify without a doubt that they were a perfect fit for the rest of her body. Her nipples were a rosy color and contrasted quite nicely with the slight tan she had received during their first several weeks at the beach.
He turned his attention back to her clit, desperately wanting to see what she looked like when she climaxed. He sucked and licked the nub, loving the sight of the vibrator disappearing inside her. He honestly felt at this point that a simple brush against his cock would bring forth an explosion of cum. The sounds of Hermione's quickened whimpers, moans and other tiny noises led him to believe her peak was nearing. He moved his hand faster, inserting the toy at a frantic pace.
"Harry! Oh, fuck! Oh fuck! I'm…I'm…"
But those were her last intelligible words. What followed were some of the sexiest sounds Harry had ever heard. Her body trembled as she rode the waves of delight. He kept his mouth latched to her clit, but focused his eyes on her face.
She was absolutely fucking beautiful.
Her eyes were closed, tightened and then relaxed. Her mouth went from the shape of an "O" to being wide open, as if silently screaming. Her skin glistened with sweat. It was quite possibly the most amazing sight he would ever lay eyes on.
The tremors seemed to be receding, so he slowly withdrew the toy while he reluctantly unlatched his lips from her clit. He laid the toy at the end of the bed and scooted back to lie down next to her. Hermione's eyes were still shut, but she had a bliss-filled smile plastered on her face. He laid a hand on her stomach, which she quickly covered with one of her own. She turned her head to face him and slowly opened her eyes. "Hi," she quietly greeted.
"Hey," he replied with a smile. Harry lightly brushed some hair away from her cheek and took a deep breath. "You were so damn beautiful," he whispered. "You completely let yourself go. It's something you should do more often."
She couldn't help but giggle. "I should have orgasms in front of people?"
"Gad, no!" he laughed. "I meant you should cut loose and have more fun. Do things that you feel are right, not necessarily the things that should be right."
She stroked his cheek and leaned in, giving him a sweet, yet passionate, kiss. "What if wanting to be with you is one of the things that I feel is right?"
He continued to gaze at her and began to caress her stomach. "Be with me now or be with me long-term?"
She lightly snorted before her response. "I may have lowered some inhibitions, Harry, but I haven't turned into a complete tart." She watched as his cheeks turned slightly pink, obviously embarrassed by his unintended innuendo. "I meant for long-term, Harry. When you think about it, the idea makes absolute sense. We have a solid friendship. We are compatible when it comes to mentality. And these recent events make it quite clear that we are compatible sexually."
"All of those reasons are certainly valid. Who am I to argue with something that is so obvious?"
"Those are my thoughts exactly." She gave him another kiss, this one lingering more than the previous kisses had. His tongue slid effortlessly into her mouth, languidly battling with hers. She felt her body begin to tingle once more and then noted Harry's obvious arousal pressing against her abdomen. "What do you say to a swim in the pool?"
"That's one thing I've been meaning to ask you. Why on earth did your parents spend the money on having a pool at their beach house?"
"Isn't it obvious? For the privacy," she answered with a playful gleam dancing in her eyes.
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Even though Harry had seen Hermione in all her glory, he still found her white string bikini a complete turn-on. The white fabric against her slightly tanned body, the water trickling down her exposed skin. Despite the cool water of the pool, his arousal didn't falter.
He thanked Merlin that they had been somewhat intimate. Otherwise, he would be utterly embarrassed by the protruding member that was so anxious to greet Hermione once more.
It's more of a compliment instead of an embarrassment.
Yes, she should definitely feel complimented by my raging hard on.
Bloody hell! That sounds like something Malfoy would say!
"See something you like, Harry"
That devious smirk returned once again. Yes, she had definitely seen his arousal. He thought it best to just roll with the mood that had been set.
But in all actuality, he found it a bit awkward to approach this forward version of Hermione. True, she had always been quite vocal when it came to studies that needed to be done and trouble that should not be gotten into.
Then again, he was a teenage male. He really should just accept the bone that was being thrown his way.
Am I really comparing Hermione to a bone for a dog?
Just shut your inner voice up, Potter.
He simply went with how he felt, following his earlier advice to Hermione. He advanced on her, pulling her body against his. He was about to answer her, but was halted by her lips meeting his in a hard kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck while his were around her waist, pulling her as close as possible. They broke apart when Harry accidentally tickled her back, causing her to giggle.
"Are you cooled off enough?"
He thrust his hips forward lightly. "Does it feel like I'm cooled off?" He couldn't help the huskiness in his voice, nor could he stop the look of lust that he knew shone in his eyes.
Her fingers had been moving carelessly over his chest, drawing little patterns over the water-covered skin. "Well, it seems that something should definitely be done about that." They exchanged smiles before she quickly added, "But not here. Let's go to my room."
With that being said, she smoothly moved out of his embrace and headed towards the ladder. Harry's mind battled with the possibilities of what was about to happen. Was she planning on giving him another blowjob? Was she insinuating that more would happen? She didn't feel obligated to serve him sexually whenever he got a hard on, did she? Because if that was the case, a good portion of their relationship would be spent in bed.
What did I tell you about shutting up your inner voice? She's offering some type of sexual pleasure. You don't analyze, you just accept it!
"Harry, are you coming or do I have to have fun all by myself?"
Harry took no more time in thinking things over. He quickly got out of the pool, giving chase to a teasing Hermione who found it fit to run to her room.
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