Disclaimer: I am a Harry/Hermione shipper. Ergo I am not JKR and do not own the anything Harry Potter related...except the dirty things I'm gonna make them do!
A/N: Thanks so much for all your great reviews and I'm so sorry for the delay in posting this next chapter. This is the last one (except for the epilogue) so I wanted it to be longer, plus its the chapter that earns the story its rating (at least I hope!) and I've always found smut a lot harder to write unless my muse is being friendly...and she hasn't been (I don't think I'm paying her enough). Also RL's been getting in the way with those daily trips to the evil place where they keep my pay cheque. Never mind, its finally done and I really you like it and please review. And for those of you who were wondering, the bit in italics in the last chapter was Hermione's dream. Anyway - here's chapter 3...
I solemnly swear that I am up to no good...
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Hermione awoke, images from the dream still clinging to the periphery of her mind. It took her a moment to get her bearings before she realized she was in her bed and the shower was running next door. She was also wearing her favourite nightshirt, which was actually an old Quidditch t-shirt of Harry's from his Hogwarts days that came to mid-thigh.
She must have fallen asleep on the sofa and Harry had found her and brought her upstairs. With a smile, she recalled her dream of Harry and herself and their picture perfect family - it made her feel wonderfully warm inside. She had never entertained the idea of naming their children after Harry's parents, but it did seem fitting somehow. And if their future was half as wonderful is it had appeared in the dream then she knew they'd be tremendously happy.
She heard the shower shut off and moments later, Harry walked into their bedroom, a towel wrapped around his waist.
"You're awake," he said with a smile when he saw her, before going over to the chest of drawers and pulling out a white t-shirt and a pair of dark green pyjama pants. She watched as he removed the towel and a flash of heat pooled between her thighs at the sight of her naked husband.
Merlin but he was gorgeous. When she'd first met him at the age of eleven, he'd been short and skinny, but a significant growth spurt along with years of Quidditch and field work as an Auror had produced a fine specimen of masculinity, a toned, muscular body with not an ounce of fat.
Before he could get dressed, she got out of bed and padded over to him, snaking her arms around his waist and kissing up his spine.
"You won't be needing those," she breathed against his skin.
"Hermione..." he groaned, as he turned and she pressed her body against his, feeling his semi-hard cock against her stomach. Threading her fingers through his still damp hair, she pulled his mouth to hers, slipping her tongue inside to play with his as he slid his hands down her body and up, under the t-shirt to rest on her hips.
She wanted him so badly. She'd gone six long weeks without his touch and she was desperate for him, desperate to feel his skin against hers, to feel his hands on her body, to feel him inside her.
He picked her up and she curled her legs around his waist, lifting the t-shirt up and over her head as he moved towards the bed and dropping it on the floor. He lowered her onto the bed and then removed her black lace knickers, which were already soaked. He covered her body with his, sliding one thigh between hers and then pulled back to look at her and brush a stray curl out of her face.
"God, I've missed you," he breathed.
And then he proceeded to show her just how much; slanting his mouth across hers and kissing her with barely concealed need, their tongues tangling and their breath mingling. She loved the familiar taste of him and the familiar weight of his body on hers. They fit together so perfectly, as if they'd been made for each other, two halves of the same whole. His lips left hers and lingered briefly in the sensitive spot behind her ear, before trailing light, nibbling kisses down the sensitive cord of her neck to the hollow at the base where he licked and sucked at her thudding pulse point. His mouth drifted over her collarbone and across her bare shoulders.
He shifted then, his hands moving to cup her breasts, kneading the soft flesh and teasing her nipples with his thumbs, making her quiver with need. She could feel his hard cock pressed against her stomach and knew he was just as turned on, yet she also knew that Harry liked to take things slow. Of course he enjoyed a quickie as much as the next guy - like the handful of times she'd spent her lunch hour perched atop or bent over his desk - but he was also a master of foreplay and took great pleasure in teasing her and bringing her to the edge over and over again before finally letting her fall.
She arched her back craving his touch and moaning his name as he dipped his head, took one nipple in his mouth and sucked.
Oh, Merlin. So many sensations at once, each one made more acute by the exquisite sensitivity of her body.
She could feel the soft silkiness of his hair against her skin, contrasting with the slight stubble still covering his jaw. The movement of his tongue and lips. The warmth of his mouth. The tingling that started in her nipples and seemed to flood through every nerve ending.
"Oh, Harry..." she whispered, sliding her hands into his hair. "Oh, yes..."
He paid the same attention to her other nipple, teasing the sensitive tip with his tongue, before slowly kissing his way down over her slightly rounded abdomen. He stopped for a moment to brush his fingertips over the place where their baby was growing and look up at her, his eyes filled with love, before continuing on towards his target.
Reaching the soft hair between her legs, he let his mouth hover, teasing her with his warm breath. She was aching for the pleasure she knew awaited her, literally throbbing, and for a brief moment she recalled the first time that Harry had used his mouth on her. It was the first time any man had done that to her and she'd been unprepared for the onslaught of pleasure that engulfed her body at the first touch of his tongue to her sex. She knew from experience that she wouldn't be able to last long once he started - she was already halfway there and Harry being Harry was determined to drive her crazy.
"Harry, please..." she begged on a long drawn out moan.
She saw him grin slightly, before he licked once right up the centre of her and flicked his tongue against her clit.
A rather colourful curse escaped her lips and Harry pulled back and looked up at her again, arching one eyebrow. Hermione rarely swore, in fact she was usually the one to berate her husband - and their mutual best friend - for their bad language. But it had been an unconscious slip and while it was not a word that was normally included in her vocabulary, it described to perfection exactly what she wanted to do to her husband at this very moment.
With a chuckle, Harry returned to his task, retreating first to tease her with feather light kisses along her inner thighs and then moving in to torment her further with his tongue, alternating between lapping at her juices and flicking at her clit, until she was moaning and quivering. Bringing his hand up, he pushed two fingers inside her, curling them up to hit her G-spot and latched onto her clit, sucking it into his mouth.
Her hands clutched the sheet beneath her, her knuckles almost white as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm, her moans increasing in volume and her legs starting to shake.
"Oh...oh...yes...Harry...oh God...please don't stop..."
She knew Harry could tell how close she was and as she felt her body start to contract around his fingers, he began to pull back, making her almost scream with frustration. She was too close to the edge and so desperate to come that she refused to allow his retreat. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she held him in place until he took the hint and began licking her clit in a rapid motion that matched the increased pace of his thrusting fingers. She hit the plateau hard and teetered on the brink for several perfect seconds before the building pressure exploded and she shuddered and gasped as she came.
Opening her eyes as she slowly returned to earth, she saw that Harry had moved back up and was lying on his side watching her, his emerald eyes were pools of molten green. He leaned down and kissed her, before pulling back slightly. "I never get tired of making you come."
Hermione smiled lazily. "Mmm, you're so good at it."
Harry grinned, but before he could respond, she pushed him onto his back and straddled him.
"In fact I think you deserve to be thoroughly rewarded for your talents."
She kissed him hard, nibbling on his bottom lip and sucking on his tongue, while her fingers teased his flat male nipples. Her mouth moved to his neck, her teeth gently grazing his Adams apple and drawing a husky groan from him. On her downward journey she continued her torturous exploration of his gorgeous body, as if she were doing so for the first time, tracing her tongue along the contours of his chest, while her hands slid lower to lightly scrape his taut abs with her fingernails, causing shudders to race through him. Her mouth soon caught up with her hands as she licked down the line of hair leading to his cock, before dropping kisses over the tops of his thighs and everywhere except where he most wanted them.
"Witch...you just love to tease me, don't you?" he muttered, his voice thick was desire.
Hermione stopped her ministrations long enough to reply. "What's good for the goose is good for the gander."
Although she loved teasing him, she couldn't wait to have him in her mouth - as much as Harry loved going down on her, she loved returning the favour. It was the knowledge that she could affect him so much with the briefest touch of her tongue, that she could have him at her mercy, that he would probably do anything to have the pleasure go on and on. It always turned Hermione on so much to see the way her husband reacted to the actions of her lips and tongue and hands.
With an impish grin on her face, she wrapped one small, soft hand around the base of his cock, causing his hips to jerk once and a low groan to escape his lips. Her hand glided in a mercilessly slow motion up and down his shaft resulting in a symphony of needy groans from her husband before she put him out of his misery and engulfed him in her mouth.
"Oh, baby...sweet Merlin..."
She knew from experience that there was only so much of Harry she could take, so when the head of his cock hit the back of her throat, she stopped and her right hand continued to pump him at the base while she sucked him and teased him with her tongue and her left hand massaged his balls.
Though it may have seemed out of sorts with his character, Harry was in fact extremely vocal in the bedroom - nothing too dirty, just a mantra-like chanting of her name and entreaties to an invisible deity as well as a variety of wizards one would expect to find immortalised in a collection of Chocolate Frog cards. Add to that periodic utterances, pleading with her not to stop and the clutching of her hair in his hands, and just listening to him was making her wet again.
As she sucked harder and her hand sped up, his groans grew louder, his legs began to quiver and his hips began to jerk - tell-tale signs that he was getting close to orgasm. But a few moments later, his grip on her hair tightened and he pulled her head away from his cock.
"Ok, baby, stop," he muttered, dragging in a couple of deep breaths. "I wanna be inside you when I come."
As she crawled back up his body, she could see that his eyes were closed and his teeth were gritted, as he tried to regain control. Evidently succeeding for the moment, he opened his eyes and briefly met hers before covering her mouth with his and rolling her over so she was beneath him once more.
He continued to prolong the torture as only he could, teasing her nipples with his tongue while his fingers played in the moisture between her legs. Oh, God, she wanted...she needed him inside her, right now.
"Harry..."
She could only utter his name in an anguished plea for relief from her aching need. She felt him take himself in hand and she moaned when the head of his cock brushed her entrance. He paused for a second and looked up at her.
"Are you sure this is ok? That it's safe for you and the baby?"
Hermione's heart melted with love for him at the moment - even when he was desperate to make love to her, his first concern ran to the welfare of her and their unborn child. Tears began to form in her eyes and she blinked them away as she nodded and brought his head back up to hers. She kissed him with a sweetness that went beyond sex and told him without words how much she adored him.
As he returned her kiss, she felt him slide inside her, her body stretching to accommodate him and all of her nerve endings firing off all at once. This was what she had craved for six long weeks.
He reached the hilt and stopping moving, his eyes were shut tight and his mouth hung open slightly - he looked dangerously close to losing control. A wicked thought flashed in her mind and she tightened her muscles around him, making him gasp.
"Fuck...Hermione, don't do that...unless you want me to come right this second."
A giggle escaped her and he opened his eyes and narrowed them, before pulling back to thrust into her hard, making her cry out as the pleasure hit her.
"Not so smug now, huh, baby?"
He pulled back and thrust again, more gentle than before as he began to build a steady rhythm, stoking the fire that was building inside her. She moved with him in a dance that was theirs alone, her moans echoing his as he propelled her closer and closer to the edge. But it wasn't enough - she knew Harry was holding back, more than likely because he was still worried about hurting her and the baby.
"Harry...please...harder...faster...more..." She saw the look in his eyes and reassured him. "It's ok...I promise...I...oh God..."
As he sped up, she curled her legs around his waist and locked her ankles, digging them into the small of his back. The change of angle meant his cock brushed against her G-spot and flung her into oblivion as she came, her body convulsing. As she rode out her orgasm, Harry rolled onto his back so that she was sitting astride him.
This was one of Harry's favourite positions - she knew he got off on watching her take control of their lovemaking. That he relished in the fact that to the world Hermione Potter still conveyed the image of a conservative bookworm that had been a fixed perception since she first began attending Hogwarts, when in truth, between the sheets, she could be anything but. And for Harry, knowing that only he was aware of his wife's wilder side, was an even bigger turn on.
Tremors still racing through her, Hermione began rocking her hips, punctuating her motions with brief contractions of her muscles, as she drew out her own pleasure and attempted to push his to the limit. And surely the groans that escaped his lips between every breath were evidence of her success.
"Oh...Mione...oh God...that's it, baby..."
When his body began to shake beneath her, she knew it was only a matter of time. Pulling himself into a sitting position, he grasped her hips and took charge again, thrusting up into her in a rapid motion. One hand shifted to tease her clit with the pad of his thumb, hauling her into a second orgasm as he reached his first; he stiffened, thrust once, twice, three times and gave a hoarse cry as he came. She felt the hot surge of his seed inside her as he shuddered helplessly in her arms for several long moments before collapsing back against the pillows and pulling her with him.
She slid off him and settled herself in the crook of his arm, her head resting on his shoulder, one arm lying across his stomach and her legs intertwined with his. She lifted her head to press a light kiss to his jaw.
"I don't think I've ever seen you come so hard."
"Six weeks, Mione," was all he seemed able to utter. "Six weeks."
"You mean you didn't...while you were away..."
He opened his eyes and looked at her. "Course I did...wouldn't have made it through otherwise, thinking about you all the time. But it's no bloody fun on your own."
Hermione smiled. "You got that right."
His eyes glazed over as her implication registered and she knew he was picturing it in his mind. He leaned over to smack her lightly on the bum.
"Don't tease me...I'm exhausted." He brought his hand back up to tuck a curl behind her ear. "Are you ok? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
She smiled again. "I told you there's nothing to worry about. Trust me...I checked with the midwitch at my appointment this afternoon."
Harry ran his hand down her arm to lace his fingers with hers. "I still can't believe it. I never thought I could be this happy. I have an amazingly beautiful wife who's also my best friend and now I'm gonna be a father too. You've given me everything I could ever want and I love you so much, Hermione. You're my whole world."
Her eyes began to well up again. "You certainly have a way with words, Harry Potter. And by the way, I love you too."
He kissed her forehead, both her eyelids and finally her mouth, before pulling back. He tugged her closer to him and she snuggled into his arms as they both drifted into a sated sleep.
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Mischief managed!
Cold shower anyone?
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