Chapter 14: Enchanted Evening

Harry was just rounding the corner from Diane's house to the main street, when he realized that he'd been, essentially, kicked out for the night. And with

no more "chores" to do, he had to somehow sneak into his relatives house. But then snapped his fingers.

"Ah, right! Hermione said she'd be back," he said. He walked on a few more yards, when... the only thing coming to mind was. 'Good ol' Hermione, she really

was quite a kinky bookworm once she loosened up a bit'.

"Hermione, w...wh... what are you doing here?" He blinked. Several times.

With her back to a near by street tree stood Hermione wearing a t-shirt, some very tight and low riding pants (at least he thought that's what they were),

flip flop sandals and... a pair of spectacles? She blushed bright red when she saw him.

"Ah... Hello Harry... oh... I don't know... waiting to go on our first date?" she asked grinning.

Harry nodded dumbly, not really hearing her.

"Good! Um, so am I... I uh... Well, since you liked the... The bench thing so much yesterday morning, I thought, maybe a little different roleplay would

work too..." Hermione said, looking a bit uncertain.

Harry Potter may have had sex with several attractive women all day. He may have been kind of tired. However, these were not important facts.

What was important was that A: Severus Snape, that smug greasy bastard, had been beat down by one of his teachers and he'd gotten to see the berk sprawled

on the pavement, B: he was a pent-up, teenaged wizard with stamina that was highly unusual for his age, and C: His sexy best friend / girlfriend was unintentionally

bringing one of his fantasies to life.

"Oh my!" Hermione cried, as Harry made a few more steps to her and pulled her to him. Hermione barely had time to understand what he wanted to do before

his mouth descended on hers. Hermione instinctively opened her mouth for his tongue and threw her arms around his neck as she felt his hands settle on

her waist and pull her harder up against him. Hermione's toes curled, her knees going weak as his tongue licked against hers and he sucked on her lips.

She felt his manhood begin to thicken and swell against her belly and she began to moan against his mouth. She started licking back at his tongue and sucking

his lips into her mouth.

Her nipples swole and hardened, pointing sharply to their full extended half inch through the lycra of her tube top and her thin cotton shirt. She wanted

Harry to see and feel their pebble hardness as she pressed them to his chest. In the back of her mind, she realized that his hands were stroking her bare

waist under the hem of her shirt - he had discovered just how low her pants were on her hips.

He deepened the kiss, practically lifting her off her feet, and the all too familiar image of her, legs spread around his thrusting hips entered her mind

and refused to leave. Her whole body began to tingle, her pussy on fire and leaking cum to soak her panties.

She was breathless when he put her back down and broke the kiss. She opened her eyes and stared up at him, wonderingly. It was the perfect official first

kiss - intimate and wildly erotic. She normally would have been embarassed to have people around seeing her being so manhandled on a main street, but she

quite simply did not care right at the moment.

But this being their first official date, or at least that's what she thought, she was still only going to kiss him ... she was not going to sit on him,

his mouth licking at her titties as she rode his dick. No matter how good a kisser he was.

He still held her waist under her shirt, and she still had her arms around his neck and they held each other silently for a moment, smiles on both their

faces, then he lifted a hand and began to stroke her face, fingers trailing from her forehead along her hairline and down one cheek to her chin. Hermione

closed her eyes again, moaning low in her throat. Her tongue darted out to lick his fingers as he traced the outline of her parted full lips.

"So... I get that is our first official kiss." he said, quietly.

Hermione's eyes popped open but she closed her eyes as he kissed her again, much more softly this time, but still enough to have her breathing hard when

he raised his lips from hers. "What?" she asked, when she got her breath back.

"I get that is our first official kiss." he smiled.

Hermione was stunned. Their telepathy and thoughts were so very much the same. What others said about them was so true, and she never believed them. "I

knew we had telepathy, and I didn't belive it..." she said, knowing even as the words left her mouth that it was the truth.

He smiled, eyebrows arched, still tracing the outline of her lips with his fingers. "Yeah... I'm starting to see that also."

Swiftly, she pulled his head down and kissed him, uncaring of anyone watching. She plunged her tongue into his mouth, exploring and sucking on his lips

as hard as she could. She pressed and rubbed her breasts against him, shuddering at the friction on her sensitive nipples. She kissed him until she heard

him growl, his dick a mass of turgid flesh against her belly. Her pussy seemed to contract.

"I've noticed just now." she said when she broke the kiss and stared up into his eyes.

"Good... can I get another kiss?"

She smiled even wider and nodded before he bent and kissed her again. Soft and quick, but she still moaned against his mouth as he stroked her bare hips,

turning her on again. Then they parted and continued the walk towards his relatives house, his hand locked in hers possessively, Hermione knew her nipples

were poking through her shirt on a warm night, and she imagined that everyone who passed them, especially those who had seen them kissing, could not help

noticing the swollen buds of flesh on her breasts, but she again simply did not care. So long as Harry noticed them and knew they were hard for him.

They took a short cut as they came by a narrow alleyway that bent at the end. After two more twists, it opened into the small park that Harry knew very

well from his childhood and from there it was a short dark walk to Prived Drive. She caught only a glance of the predatory gleam that entered his eyes,

but it was enough to set her heart pounding as he pulled her into the alley way.

They had only taken the first turn when he pushed her up against the wall and began to kiss her roughly, hungrily. Hermione could only kiss him back as

he grabbed hold of her full breasts and traced circles around her nipples with his fingers. He began to kiss the smooth skin of her neck and she threw

her arms around his neck, licking at his ear. She realized that her shirt was halfway open and he had his lips locked around the swollen bud of a nipple

through her tube top before she pushed him away, gently, but away, breathing hard. Her pussy was a raging and wet inferno.

"You're not going to fuck me here, Mr. Potter." she said out loud, feeling the heat rising on her cheeks.

He grinned. "We'll see."

She turned and began to walk ahead of him, feeling the hairs rise at the back of her neck as she heard him follow her. Knowing he was watching, she put

a certain feminine sway in her walk. She was only going to kiss him, she told herself. He was not going to fuck her here in this dark alley, from behind,

holding her breasts as they hung down into his hands and jiggled with each hard thrust of his dick in her aching pussy. He was not.

He grabbed her waist from behind when they were past the second turn and pulled her back against him until she could feel his hard dick against her ass.

She grunted as one hand reached up to cup a breast, the fingers pinching the stiff and erect nipple through the lycra of her tube top. His other arm wrapped

itself around her waist, fingers stroking the skin of her stomach. She threw her head back, eyes closed and moaning deep in her throat as he started licking

at her earlobe. She writhed in his arms, reaching with one hand behind her to hold the back of his neck, holding him in place. When he released her ear

from his mouth, she turned her lips up for his, only vaguely aware of the hand around her waist pushing under and past the waist band of her capris. His

tongue plunged into her mouth as he cupped her breast through her tube top, squeezing, and she grunted hard, arching her back against him. That was when

the fingers on her mound swiftly pushed aside the wet and filmy lace of her panties and a finger stroked into her cunt.

Hermione went rigid in his arms, gasping against his mouth. Then her hips started to buck against his fingers. Hermione's knees went weak and the kiss

broke. That was when she realized that he had freed one boob from her tube top and that he had added another finger inside her pussy. She was still bucking

her hips against him, unconsciously, but she pushed herself free of him. She hurriedly pulled her tube top up and adjusted the waist band of her pants,

frowning accusingly at him, breathing hard.

"You're not fucking me here, Harry Potter." she said with a sniff.

He grinned again. "We'll see."

Hermione sniffed again but in the next moment he moved and had her pressed up against the wall. One hand on the wall beside her, he slowly brought his

other hand up in front of her face as he stared into her eyes. The middle and index fingers gleamed wetly, and she suddenly could smell what was on them.

Hermione watched, mesmerized, as he licked his index finger clean of her girl cum. Staring into his eyes, she opened her mouth when he brought his middle

finger up to her lips and sucked it in. She cleaned it with her tongue, tasting herself on his finger. She was so wet she thought she could feel cum running

in rivulets down her thighs. Her nipples were so swollen and hard, they were almost painful.

But as soon as his now clean finger popped out of her mouth, she pushed him away and folded her arms beneath her breasts, frowning. "You are not going

to fuck me here tonight, Harry. You're not."

He chuckled. "We'll see."

Hermione stuck her tongue out at him and then quickly pushed past him before he could grab her again. He only just smiled, making no attempt to reach for

her. He made no move to grab her at the next turn either, and Hermione looked back over her shoulder to see him grinning at her. She sniffed at him and

continued walking, hips swaying for him. But he only just followed her until they got to where the alley opened into the park.

The park may have been small, but it had very tall and old trees scattered thickly in it along with the little fenced-in flower plots. The lamp posts were

few and far between, and with the trees largely blocking out the faint light of the moon, it was very shadowed and largely abandoned at night.

Hermione had gone swaying past a large birch tree when she found herself being pushed up against its trunk, Harry's lips descending on hers so swiftly

she barely had time to gasp her startlement. Hands went up under her shirt to pull her tube top down below her breasts before they settled again on her

bare waist and hips. Hermione had her arms around his neck, kissing him back hungrily as he forced his knee between her legs. She began to grind herself

against his thigh, a whimper of delight escaping her as his lips left hers to travel along her jawline and her neck. She was still humping his leg when

he bent his head and took her nipple into his mouth. She shook, letting out a small squeal of delight as his mouth travelled from one breast to the other.

Then he went up to kiss her mouth again.

After a blissful minute of his marauding tongue in her mouth, his lips left hers and Hermione opened her eyes to find her bare breasts cupped in his hands,

her tube top down to nearly her waist and her shirt three quarters of the way open - in the middle of a park where anybody could come by and see them.

She did not even try to push him away this time. She simply stared helplessly at him, her pussy raging with heat. She was not going to let him fuck her

here. She was not ...

He leaned forward and kissed her, softly. "I am going to fuck you tonight, Hermione Granger. Here or... anywhere..." he said, kissing her again. "I'm going

to fuck you again tomorrow." he kissed her again, stroking his thumbs across her hard nipples. "And the night after tomorrow." He pinched her nipples and

swallowed her gasp with another kiss. "And the night after that." He licked her lips. "And the night after that."

Hermione was breathing hard, making her breasts rise and fall in his hands, lips parted and staring at him as if she had never seen him before. He tightened

the pressure on her nipples again and she arched her back, moaning.

"Say you want me to fuck you tonight, Mione, anywhere, anytime," he commanded, his voice a growl.

She could definitely feel the cum running out of her pussy and down her thighs now, "I want you to fuck me tonight, anywhere, anytime," Hermione said simply.

"And tomorrow?"

"Yes."

"And the day after that?"

Hermione nodded, biting her lip at the sensations he was causing as he stroked her breasts and nipples. "For as long as you want."

"Good girl."

He kissed her again, a growl of hunger deep in his throat. Hermione pulled at him, her arms around his neck, and kissed him just as passionately, matching

every thrust of his tongue and suck of his lips. One arm left his neck to reach a hand to the hard rod of flesh between his legs. She felt him shudder

as she began to stroke him through his khakis, grinding herself against his leg.

He was the one who broke the kiss, breathing hard, as he backed away from her. Hermione was weak and trembling with need, staring at him with dazed eyes.

Smiling at her, he began to button up her shirt, stopping a button away from fully decent - leaving the shirt open almost to her nipples, a large expanse

of breast flesh open for all to see. He had not bothered to pull up her tube top, leaving it around her waist, and her nipples poked freely through the

thin cotton of her shirt.

"No." he said when she tried to do up one more button. She stopped, instinctively reacting to the command in his voice, looking into his eyes and loving

the heat she saw in them, then her hands fell away.

"Let's go." he said, reaching for her hand. She quietly placed her hand in his and they continued the walk to Privet Drive. Where she was going to willingly

open her legs and watch his penis invade her vagina repeatedly all night. Where she was going to be fucked to oblivion.

They did not come across too many people after they got out of the park and unto her street. But Hermione imagined that each of them noticed her erect

nipples, the dark brown tips vividly visible through thin white cotton, and the jiggle of her unconfined breasts as they threatened to fall out of her

far-too open shirt with every bounce. She was certain that the woman in the couple that walked past them winked at her! Hermione imagined that they all

could tell that she was on her way to be made hard use of by the teenager whose hand she was holding. She felt heat rushing to her neck and face but strangely

enough ... she still did not care.

He stopped to kiss her more than three times, leaving her breathless and gasping each time, before he continued on their way.

When they came to Four Privet Drive, the house was locked, being almost eleven o'clock. But that couldn't stop her to enter. She took her wand out, but

she had a hard time concentrating on saying the unlocking spell because Harry had cupped one of her breasts - out where anyone could see! - and refused

to let go, even though she really did not try to get free. She got it right after one false try and Harry finally let go as she pushed it open, following

behind her. Her hips started swaying again as she walked in front of him.

She was affraid that the Dursleys would wake up, but in the middle of the stairs, Harry was all over her. He yanked open her shirt and his mouth locked

around a nipple, sucking deeply as she whimpered and held on. A hand went down to press at the gap between her legs, making her shudder and her knees go

weak before he swiftly undid the button of her capris and began pulling at the zip. Hermione realized that he had her almost completely undressed in the

middle of the stairs and she started to push his hand away from her zip. His mouth left her breasts for her own mouth, swallowing her protests.

Then Harry moved away from her, and she frowned accusingly at him as she quickly gathered and held the ends of her shirt under her breasts in some semblance

of decency, too distracted to notice that the fly of her very low-riding pants was still halfway down and her tube top was still around her waist.

Taking a few more steps, she saw that the upstairs corridor was empty. No Dursleys has woken up.

Turning back to him, Hermione saw the gleam in his eyes and knew immediately that she had to get them into his bedroom before he had her naked and impaled

on his cock in the corridor where the Dursleys could look out and see. She dashed out of the last step, Harry a step behind her as she ran to his bedroom

door. She was desperately trying to open the door when he got to her at a fast walk. He pulled the shirt free of her securing hand, pulling it off her

completely and squeezed her breasts from behind, licking her neck. Hermione threw her head back and moaned, her hand shaking as he grinded his erection

against her ass. His hands smoothly left her breasts and grabbed the elastic waist band of her pants and panties and yanked them both down to her ankles.

She twisted desperately and the door opened, and she had no choice but to step out of her pants and panties into his bedroom wearing only her tube top

around her stomach, glasses, pendant, and the sandals on her feet.

He followed her and had her against the wall by the door in the next instant, lips descending hungrily on hers as he hurriedly undid his belt and his pants.

He pushed the door shut with one hand as Hermione helped him yank down his pants and boxers in one go. He stepped out of his pants and boxers with his

lips still locked on hers, kicking them away and kicking off his shoes, her bare breasts in his hands. Hermione felt his hands leave her breasts and cup

the roundness off her ass and she put her arms around his shoulders, spreading her legs as he lifted her up and moved forward, bending slightly to align

his member with her dripping cunt.

Hermione whimpered, spasming as the warm mass of flesh slowly pushed its way past her entrance and up inside her, her vaginal walls stretching to accomodate

the welcome intruder. She spread her legs wider and wrapped one around his waist, never more glad for ballet classes before Hogwarts and what was left

of the flexibility it had given her body. Her pussy was so wet and slick with her cum that she sank unto his shaft with no trouble or pause until he was

fully inside her cunt. Full to the brim, Hermione moaned with a pleasure so intense she was beyond speech. He was a snug fit inside her, her pussy tight

around his member. She began to buck her hips, but his hands on her ass held her still.

"Open your eyes." he growled.

Hermione opened her eyes. Like her, he still had his glasses on, but the desire in his eyes more than mirrored her own. Staring into her eyes, he leaned

forward and licked her lips. She licked his back. He licked her lips again and she dragged his head down and licked hard at his lips with a growl of her

own before she swallowed his mouth in a kiss.

He began to fuck her then, not too fast or too slow, but with deep long strokes that had her squealing with each thrust. She wrapped her other leg around

his waist and held on for dear life as he plunged into her pussy again and again. She felt her cum flowing out to coat his pistoning shaft and she began

to fuck him back, meeting him thrust for thrust moaning and gasping against his mouth. When his lips left hers and locked around a nipple, she shuddered

and cried out, going rigid and holding the back of his head as she came in a blinding rush. He did not let go of her nipple though, in fact he gave it

a gentle nip and Hermione's mouth opened in a silent shriek as it sent another wave of pleasure on top of the ocean that was her orgasm. Neither did Harry

stop his long strokes into her cunt and Hermione found herself coming to another orgasm on his cock almost immediately after her first was over. This time

she buried her face on his shoulder to keep from screaming, her cum dripping out of her pussy in a steady stream as his steady deep fucking of her continued

without any let-up.

"Fuck ...!" she gasped as she came up for air, helpless in his arms as he held her up, legs spread wide around him, and continued to fuck her against the

wall of his bedroom. Hermione could not believe how much pleasure he was giving her each time he pistoned in and out of her. Her eyes closed and she bit

her lip as his mouth locked on her nipples again, shuddering, not sure she could take anymore. Then suddenly, she felt him slow down and stop.

She opened her eyes to find him looking at her face.

"Hi" he said, grinning, only the faint quivering of his lip to show he was not really in full control of himself.

She looked at him as if he was crazy. He had his hard dick in her pussy and he had just finished fucking her through two orgasms and was on his way to

getting her to a third ... and he stopped to say 'Hi'?

"I hope after this you'll be mine for life..." he added.

Hermione laughed despite herself at the absurdness of the situation. There was a penis in her vagina, her cum coating her inner thighs and probably his

balls and they had not even exchanged phone numbers yet. "Yes... yeeessss... yyyyyeeeeesssssssss..." she told him.

"I thought I was going to have to fuck you more to convince you." he gave her another long thrust and she gasped in pleasure.

She smiled at him "Forget I said anything." She give his lips a long lick of her tongue. "Fuck me more to convince me." She whispered.

He kissed her, hungrily, before, he gave her another long stroke and in the next moment moved them away from the wall, carrying her impaled and writhing

on his dick. Hermione, still recovering from the surge of pleasure that stroke had given her was reminded that it was one of the things she was definitely

not going to let him do. Not that she was complaining. She was thoroughly enjoying the hands kneading the cheeks of her ass and the curve of his penis

as her vaginal walls contracted around it. As he walked with her engulfed around him, the little movements of his cock inside her had more cum flowing

out of her cunt and Hermione could smell the familiar scent of her sex that she had licked off his fingers an eternity ago.

Harry carried her across the bedroom till they got to his bed. Kissing her, he slowly lay her down on her back with him on top of her. Her legs fell open

as he lifted up with his dick still inside her, kneeling in front of her spread eagled body, her tube top still bunched around her waist and her glasses

still on her nose. He carefully pulled her tube top up her body and over her head and threw it aside. Then he swiftly removed his T-shirt, his dick still

sheathed in her throbbing pussy. Her bush was a low and trim patch of black fuzz, the skin around her slit almost bare of any hair. The sight of their

joining was beyond erotic, and his cock pulsed inside her as her pussy continued to contract and expand around him, almost in perfect concert with the

heaving of her breasts. He leaned over her and licked at each nipple, sucking each into his mouth before he went up to capture her lips.

Then he started fucking her again. This time it was hard and fast, deep and thorough. Hermione began to cry out at each thrust of his hips, wrapping her

legs around his back as he pistoned into her pussy. She arched her back, pumping up her pelvis to meet his every stroke, gasping for breath. Suddenly she

came, growing rigid with a shriek of ectasy but he did not let up fucking her. Hermione found her hands pressed against her own temples as if to guard

her mind against the waves of pleasure cascading into her. If this was what he meant by fucking to convince her she was prepared to tell him anything he

wanted. She threw her arms around his neck, unlocking her legs from around his back and widening them as far apart as they could go. She clawed at his

back as he locked on her lips with his, feeling her breasts pressed against his chest and her nipples rubbing on his skin, another source of delight apart

from the brutal plundering of her cunt.

"Yes... yeeessss... yyyyyeeeeesssssssss..." she cried out, "Yes... yeeessss... yyyyyeeeeesssssssss...yes... yeeessss... yyyyyeeeeesssssssss... fuck! Yes...

yeeessss... yyyyyeeeeesssssssss... I'm cumming! Oh fuck! Oh please! Yes... yeeessss... yyyyyeeeeesssssssss..." Her pussy was getting more of a workout

than she bargained for and she came again, still screaming out her gratitude and willingness. Hermione's toes curled in her sandals and her head shook

violently from side to side as Harry continued fucking her through her orgasm, his strokes going deeper and deeper into her wet hole.

Suddenly Harry stiffened on top of her, then he pulled out with a shout and shots of his cum landed all over her belly and joined the lubrication around

her pussy. Groaning, he collapsed on top of her heaving breasts. Hermione could only hold on to his head, stroking his hair, completely incapable of speech.

"That was incredible ..." she said finally when she got her breathing back under control.

"Understatement of the century ..." he replied, still shuddering.

Hermione bursted out laughing, stopping only when his smiling lips covered hers before he kissed his way back to her tits. Hermione arched her back languidly,

so suffused with pleasure she could only continue stroking the hair of the man lying between her legs and nuzzling her breasts. He went up to kiss her

lips again and she moaned in contentment against his mouth.

"So... is yes... or yeeessss... or yyyyyeeeeesssssssss?" Harry asked, an eyebrow raised and his smile pulling up one side of his mouth.

"You're one crazy guy." Hermione breathed.

"Guilty as charged"

Her tone became more husky, her lip curling as she wrinkled her nose playfully, "And very nasty too."

He went up and licked her lips, cupping a breast and squeezing at the nipple. "Guilty as charged." He repeated.

"I like nasty." Hermione smiled, bringing his lips down on hers. The kiss was a languid and slow affair of soft licks, sucks and nibbles and Hermione felt

the slow heat begin to build between her legs again as he played with her breasts and their still swollen nipples. She was sticky with cum and sweat and

the pounding her pussy had received still had little tendrils of pleasure coursing up and down her body. But her body was already preparing for another

round of fucking. And for that matter, so was his - his staff was already at half mast against her thigh. She suddenly realized that once he was ready,

she was going to let him inside her again whether her cunt had fully recovered or not. Though she was willing to bet she would be ready before he was.

She writhed under him as he kissed and licked at her lips and neck, pussy pulsing out cum in near readiness for penetration. She remembered how he had

made her walk to Privet Drive with her breasts nearly falling out her shirt.

Would he have actually mounted her outside his bedroom? She should be angry with him, she supposed, her tongue thrusting up into his mouth. He had stripped

her almost completely naked in the Dursleys corridor after all. But remembering how close she had come to having him shove himself inside her wet sheath

just outside his bedroom door was something her naughty side liked ... a lot more than was probably healthy.

And what was even more wierd was that they both still had their glasses on!

Hermione's eyes abruptly opened in alarm and she broke the kiss as she gasped in realization.

Her shirt, pants and panties were still lying on the corridor outside his bedroom.

"My clothes are still outside!" she said, voice high pitched, at his questioning look.

"So?"

Hermione looked at him in disbelief. "What do you mean 'so?'"

"You don't want your relatives to know ..." he wiggled his eyebrows.

She did not know whether to laugh or cry. "I don't think you need to flaunt it in their faces that you're having sex!" she exclaimed, trying to push him

off her.

Harry grinned impishly "I don't know about you ... but I thought it was more like 'incredible' sex." But he lifted himself off her body.

Hermione felt the heat rise to her cheeks again as she sat up, but she looked him straight in the eyes. "It was more than just incredible." She leaned

forward and kissed him softly. Then she tapped him on the cheek lightly in a playful admonishing slap. "But I thought that on a first date we were suposed

to have some dinner or at least dessert first, then maybe fucking."

"Thanks." Harry said, making it obvious what type of 'dessert' he was thanking her for. He reached out and started to stroke her side, from the curve of

her breasts to her hip. Her skin was flawless, he thought.

Hermione giggled "I'll have you know I don't do this with every man on a first date. We were supposed to have cake and ice cream, not," she sighed as his

hand trailed its way to her inner thigh, "me."

His fingers trailed across her cum covered belly "I'll take you over ice cream anyday."

Hermione eyed his now nearly fully erect dick and felt the heat between her legs erupt into an inferno of need. But she resisted the urge to push him unto

his back and engulf him in her pussy. It took a great deal of will power as his hand had travelled up, the fingers stroking the sensitive underside of

a boob. "Why not both?" she added with a shudder of pleasure as he teased the taut nipple with his finger tips. "We can have dessert and..." she looked

at the hand cupping her breast and leaned forward slightly to put it more fully in his hand, "some more 'dessert'."

He smiled at her "Sure. One ice cream coming up."

Hermione smiled back sweetly, giving him her best inncocent look. "So, could you please go to the kitchen, get some ice cream, and maybe get my clothes

back from the corridor while you're at it?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Alright. You win." Then he suddenly reached for and pulled her forward almost unto his lap. One hand grabbed and squeezed her ass

in a light spank as the other plunged between her legs and two fingers slipped into her slick pussy. His lips found hers and she was helpless as he swallowed

her moans, her pelvis rocking involuntarily against his hand. His thumb stroked her clit as his fingers curled and found her g-spot and Hermione's eyes

rolled up in her head, breaking the kiss and throwing her head back.

"Look at me, Hermione" he commanded, and she opened her eyes. His breathing was ragged - Hermione had her hand around his engorged member and she was stroking

it in her fist, its hardening length still wet from having been inside her. His fingers were now just slowly moving in and out of her pussy. "I want my

relatives to know I fuck someone, Mione." he growled after a long moment of staring into her eyes as they intimately caressed each other. "I want them

to know when I'm fucking you. I want them to know everytime I'm fucking you."

Instead of shock, or even outrage, Hermione found herself getting more and more aroused, pussy contracting in spasms around his exploring digits. Wondering

what his relatives would think when they saw her clothes scattered outside and knowing that their thoughts would not be far from the truth was supposed

to be mortifying - it was not supposed to be exciting ... but it was. It was just so deliciously naughty. And there was no question in her mind that he

was going to fuck her tomorrow and the day after, and the day after that for the forseeable future. And there was nothing she could do about it except

prepare her cunt for what promised to be an intense period of what it was meant for. Very intense period, Hermione concluded as he seized her lips again.

And, considering what his fingers were doing inside her and his hardness in her hand, he was definitely riding her again tonight.

Right now, in fact.

She was already spreading her legs and unconsciously pulling on him to her opening when his fingers exited her pussy. All thoughts of her clothes in the

corridor forgotten, Hermione started to scoot forward into his lap so she could get her pussy positioned for his cock's entry, but he held her still, making

her whimper in protest.

"Let me get at least your clothes." Harry grinned, the shaking in his growl the only sign that he was on the brink of losing control, but he was holding

back with an iron will.

At that moment, Hermione simply did not care about her clothes anymore and she vehemently shook her head as she started to struggle, maintaining her grip

on his rock hard member, fire and determination in her eyes. She had gotten halfway to her goal, legs spread around his, when he stopped struggling with

her. Hermione rushed forward, blazing a trail with her tongue on his chest as she swiftly suspended herself over his cock, guiding it with her hand to

her slit. She felt the head of his dick nudge her opening and bit her lip in anticipation as she finally released him to put both hands on his shoulders

to steady herself. That was when he kissed her, leaving her breathless but holding her firmly by the waist, preventing her from sinking down on him. Hermione

grunted against his mouth in desperation.

"Let me get your clothes." he said, breaking the kiss as he easily lifted her off him.

"You bastard!" Hermione screamed, as he got to his feet. She abruptly lay back, her weight on her elbows and spread her legs wide, knees bent and heels

on the floor, face furious. "Come back here right now, Harry Potter!"

It took all of Harry's will power to stop himself from leaping on her and sinking his dick inside her in one solid thrust.

Hermione lay shamelessly naked on his bed except for the glasses on her nose, the sandals still strapped to her feet, her pendant lying between her breasts,

and the flower ribbon holding her dishevelled long dark brown pony tail. Her brown nipples on her large full breasts were fully swollen, hard and distended,

the creamy caramel skin of her belly still wet and shiny with his smeared semen. Her pussy was wet and gleaming with cum, both his and hers - her labia

swollen, her inner thighs down to the crack of her ass wet with lubrication - and a thin sliver of the pink flesh of her slit was visible below a clitoris

fully erect and out of its hood. There was a smell in the air that was distinctly that of aroused teenager and uniquely her at the same time.

And there was rage in the eyes behind those glasses; rage, desire, passion, and anticipation. She was looking at his dick with a longing that bordered

on the desperate. She began to stroke herself.

"Come back here," she snarled, "or I swear I'm ..."

Harry gave up and dove on top of her on his bed. She removed her hand and lifted her pelvis off the floor to meet his entering stroke, hooking an arm around

his neck and dragging his lips down forcefully on top of hers. She cried out, half whimper, half moan as her cunt smoothly accepted and closed around its

extremely welcome visitor. He started to fuck her again, long and deep, but Hermione had other ideas. With a burst of strength fueled by need, she heaved

and rolled them over until she was lying on top of Harry. She licked at his lips and neck as she drew her knees up so she could rest on them before she

sat up, straddled over his hips and deliciously impaled on his cock. As his hands reached up to hold her waist, she grabbed hold of one wrist and pulled

the hand up so it would cup a boob with its pebble hard nipple.

"Yesss ..." she sighed. She lifted up and slammed back down on his shaft, shuddering and making a sharp squeal. She began to rock her hips, smiling down

at the boy under her, her rage gone the instant his hard cock had taken its rightful place inside her pussy. "You're gonna make me cum, Mr. Potter ..."

Harry could only gasp wordlessly, his loss of control delighting her almost as much as the hand kneading her breast.

Hermione began to fuck him in earnest; each rise and fall as she slid up and down his dick drawing a cry of pleasure out of her mouth. She started slow

at first, her hips making a slow rolling motion at each down stroke, a sharp intake of breath her only noise as she buried him deep inside her. But as

her speed increased, so did her volume and she was soon squealing loudly each time she made her cunt swallow and spit out his shaft. Pleasure intense beyond

imagining engulfed her as she bounced up and down on his staff, her heavy breasts bouncing on her chest, both now cupped in his hands. He pulled and pinched

at her nipples, each time making her throw her head back, whimpering her delight.

"... Oh yes ... oh fuck! ... I'm cumming!"

The first wave of her orgasm came after only a short time of riding Harry's cock, and Hermione had to pause, body going stiff, eyes squeezed shut and biting

her lip to prevent herself from losing total control and shrieking at the top of her lungs.

She was still just starting to shake on top of him, her pussy still tight and fully wrapped around him, when one of Harry's hands left her breasts and

smoothly made its way to where his dick disappeared into her wet center. Firmly, he stroked at her clitoris with his thumb, making her gasp before he pressed

down on the swollen nub of flesh. Hermione cried out helplessly, writhing, breasts heaving as Harry maintained the pressure on her clit, milking wave after

wave of her orgasm out of her.

Her mouth was still open as she tried to catch her breath when Harry pulled her down into a tight embrace, arms around her lower back, making her lie on

top of him as he braced his heels on the bed. He nuzzled at her breasts before he took one in his mouth. Then he began to thrust up into her cunt, and

cum began to flow out of her in a steady stream as he held her hips and fucked her long and deep. His mouth travelled from one breast and hard nipple to

the other, his tongue lapping at the sensitive valley between her boobs on each trip. Helpless, Hermione could only brace her hands on the bed on either

side of his head, eyes closed and crying out again and again as she came repeatedly on his thrusting shaft, the warm mouth travelling between her nipples

only intensifying her pleasure.

Hermione found herself collapsed on top of him when he stopped his thrusts into her. He was hard inside her, and her pussy was tight around his cock. Eyes

still closed, she felt him heave and roll himself on top of her. Her legs fell open around him as his lips came down on hers and Hermione opened her mouth

for his tongue, thrusting hers back up his mouth to taste him like he was tasting her. He did not continue to fuck her, he only kept himself inside her

as he feasted on her full lips, her tongue and her mouth. Having just come enough times that she had lost count, Hermione was content to just savor the

feeling of Harry's dick inside her pussy and enjoy his kiss, rubbing her breasts against his chest as she stroked his back.

He slowly broke the kiss and lifted his head to look into her eyes. She smiled at him and raised her hand to stroke his hair. "You're going to kill me,

Mr. Potter ..."

He kissed her softly, grinning, then he abruptly withdraw from her, making her gasp with a sharp intake of breath. He stood up, his penis still hard and

gleaming wetly. Hermione sat up, surprise and apprehension on her face as she looked up at him, feeling wierdly empty, especially between her legs. The

sight of his dick made the emptiness in her pussy all the more acute. Hermione was shocked at how much she still wanted him inside her and she was still

ready to spread her legs for him again. Smiling reassuringly he reached down for her and she put her hand in his as he pulled her up from the bed.

Hermione's knees were already weak and his kiss did not help matters as she melted into his arms, his hard member pressing against her belly. For a hopeful

moment, Hermione thought he was going to lift her up and settle her on his cock but instead his hand went between her ass cheeks to insert two fingers

into her pussy as he pulled his head back to look at her again. Moaning, Hermione lifted one leg up and leaned into his chest, giving him more access.

"I'm going to go get your dessert," he said, grinning naughtily, fingers exploring her wet sheath, "and maybe you're clothes."

Hermione shook, the fingers inside her playing havoc with her senses "But you haven't come yet ..." Her own hand closed around his hard cock and she was

gratified to feel him shudder as she began to stroke him. She wanted to go down to her knees and take him in her mouth until he came - she wanted it really

badly.

"Don't worry." he kissed her again as he removed his fingers from inside her. He brought his fingers to her mouth and she sucked them clean, hand still

wrapped around his dick. "I'm saving it all up for you."

She nodded, happy, and pulled his head down to kiss him, her thrusting tongue making promises that complemented his as she held his cock in her fist.

"I think I need to go to the bathroom." she said when the kiss ended, lowering her eyes shyly, her slow stroke of his dick told him exactly what she still

wanted.

Harry shuddered again before he nodded and Hermione squatted to her knees and begun to run her tongue all over his thick stalk. She sucked a little on

the head to get a taste of his pre-cum before she went beneath to clean his balls with her tongue. He tasted and smelled of her and she loved it. But she

knew he did not want to come yet so Hermione finished up quickly and stood up, licking her lips and grinning naughtily at him - she would fellate him till

he came later. "Yummy." she said.

He kissed her again, crushing her against him and proceeding to lick around her lips and neck, making her go weak in the knees again before he let go of

her. Mind filled with images of her being taken from behind and her pussy being thoroughly eaten filled her head as she sashayed away from him, hips swaying

almost involuntarily for his benefit. She kissed him again before she went out of his room and quickly padded over to the bathroom door.

Hermione entered the bathroom down the corridor and was immediately transfixed by the image that stared back at her from the mirror above the sink. Her

lips were swollen, her nipples distended and standing hard and proud on her large breasts. There were love bites all over her breasts and one that ran

along her collarbone that all, try as she might, she could not remember Harry giving her. Sperm was drying in streaks across her belly and the small patch

of fuzz between her legs and her inner thighs gleamed wetly with both his and her cum. Now Hermione was not worried about getting pregnant - the anti-pregnancy

potion she took was the most effective way and will be good for the next eight months. Wonderingly, she stared at herself, one hand going up to trace the

red patch of a hicky on the underside of her boob.

She looked like a sevnteen years old who had for the second day in a row has just been thoroughly fucked. In truth, Hermione had hardly ever felt so ravished

in all her life. So thoroughly used.

Yet even though she had come many times in the past thirty minutes, she could still see from the fire in her eyes - oddly, she was still wearing the glasses

she put on at first just a kinky thing - that she was still in the throes of pure animal lust. Her nipples were still hard, their lengths pointing back

at her in the mirror for a reason.

Her pussy still felt, strangely empty. The image of his still hard dick entered her mind again, and this time she did not try to push it away. What point

was there? As she remembered the wet gleam of his cock after he took it out of her, she realized just how much she wanted to take him into her mouth and

get him to cum with her tongue and lips. Then Harry, inside her, sliding in and out as she bent forward from the waist in front of him, her hands braced

on the wall as he pistoned mercilessly into her cunt ... Hermione suddenly realized with a start that her other hand had stolen down to the wet patch of

hair between her legs and her finger was slowly beginning to circle her clit - the hand at her breast was kneading the soft mass of flesh and squeezing

it in time with the finger pacing around her clitoris.

She shook her head, letting go of herself, and quickly padded over to the toilet and sat down. She peed again, and used a medicated wipe from the box to

clean herself. Her hand slid on the cum coating her inner thighs and pussy and she looked down at herself, considering. She was spreading her legs for

Harry to fuck her again, she knew. Soon, she thought, as she felt the warmth of need settling between her legs again. Maybe more than once before the night

is over. She was going to wake up covered in cum anyway. Was it worth it to clean up beyond washing her hands?

She stood up and looked at herself again and then she reached for a small towel and soaked it under hot water in the sink. Slowly she wiped it across her

belly, cleaning it of Harry's copious cum. She used a finger to scrape up some of the sticky white substance off her skin and licked the finger clean.

The memory of her 'cleaning up' of him ran through her mind and she smiled at her own naughtiness as she stroked the soft wet towel between her legs.

When she was clean, she looked up at herself in the mirror and removed the ribbon holding her ponytail, letting her hair fall to her shoulders down to

her back. She realized she was still wearing her sandals and she bent and released the straps, kicking them off. She kept the glasses on, for some reason,

the thought of having sex while wearing the prim and proper spectacles striking her as particularly naughty and wicked. She thought about wearing them

to school later on, anticipating the buzz of wondering what her school mates would think if they knew that she had been so overcome with lust that she

had let Harry inside her without taking them off and then kept them on the whole night as he rode her from one orgasm to another. Her naughty side loved

it.

When she came back in his bedroom, he was sitting down on the edge of his bed, wearing nothing but a grin. Grinning back, she closed the door behind her.

Eyeing the plate of ice cream and cake and spoon from his nightstand, she picked it up and quickly settled herself in a comfortable position in his lap.

He brought her head down for another kiss and Hermione complied, amused as she put two and two together as to exactly how he intended to have his dessert.

She suddenly realized that he had her in a thoroughly vulnerable position; while she would focused on trying to feed them with the plate and spoon in her

hands, he would be free to caress and touch her anywhere he wanted. Her lips, her neck, her breasts, her belly and the wet mass of her girlhood between

her parted thighs were his to touch and tease. Another distraction was that she could feel his hard dick against her bare ass through the slit between

her asscheeks.

"You are a bastard!" she said, frowning theatrically as she spooned a piece of cake into his open mouth.

He only grinned, stroking her belly as he swallowed. Hermione pretended not to notice, and took a spoon into her mouth, only to have him tease a deliciously

erect nipple with his fingertips. Hermione writhed on his lap, staring at him helplessly as he grinned evilly at her. She suddenly shivered as a drop of

ice cream and cake crumbs from the spoon landed on her boob, and the droplet of ice cream began to roll down her milky skin.

"Naughty bookworm", he said, and as she watched and trembled in pleasure, he leaned his head forward and licked it off. "I'm going to have to keep you

clean."

Fifteen minutes later, Hermione was a mass of aroused nerves, her pussy pulsing with lubrication, the smell of her arousal heavy in the air. She had been

licked and kissed clean, caressed and fondled to distraction throughout the entire tortuously erotic feeding of Harry; he had even made her feed him and

herself with his finger twisting and stroking inside her. And he had made her lick it clean and then licked and kissed her entire neck and chest, after

she had spilled some cake and ice cream down herself from writhing so much at his touches. She had cried out, half sobbing as he licked and sucked her

nipples clean, leaving them shiny from being in his mouth. His hands had been constantly moving, stroking her softly as he fondled her breasts and belly

and traced paths with his fingers through her bush and the smooth skin of her inner thighs. His fingers had returned to explore her cunt again and again,

running circles around her swollen clit as she squirmed and moaned in his lap, plate and spoon in her hands, determined to feed him his promised dessert.

There was still some ice and whipped cream left when he suddenly kissed her on the lips, licking into her mouth as he took the plate away from her and

put it on his nightstand. Then he stood up with her in his arms and spun around to put her on the bed, her feet on the floor. Then he knelt on the carpet

in front of her and leaned forward to kiss her, his hands cupping her breasts and then holding her waist as she tried to scoot her ass forward to the edge

of the bed, spreading her legs for his entry. But when his lips left hers, he did not straighten up to push his dick into her, he instead took his time

to lick and kiss his way down her body, from her neck to her breasts and the valley between them, down to her stomach and her abdomen. Then he carefully

lifted her feet and put them on the bed, spreading them wider, her pussy's wetly gleaming folds and depths fully open to his avid gaze.

That was when Harry reached for the plate of ice cream and the spoon. Hermione whimpered, heavy breasts jiggling with her shaking as the cold ice cream

and the white foam of the whipped cream was carefully layered all over her cunt; around her clitoris, on her labia, along her slit, over the pulsing pink

flesh of her opening. Hermione grabbed hold of the back of the bed behind her and bit her lip in anticipation, breasts heaving, eyes wide and staring at

the young wizard working between her spread legs.

But she still cried out when he started licking and kissing her clean, a high pitched shriek that quickly became a series of whimpers and gasps of delight

as he stroked his tongue though the wet folds of her cunny. Hermione's eyes fluttered closed and she stiffened as a orgasm rocked through her body as he

shared a deep tongue kiss with her lower lips. Cum flowed out of her in a slow pulsing gush, soaking around his mouth and cheeks but he did not care as

he fucked her with his tongue. He ran his tongue out of her opening and began to kiss her labia and inner thighs, making her shudder with a sob as he flicked

his tongue against her lips again between his kisses. She opened her eyes when she heard him sniff her pussy, inhaling her arousal deeply, before he dove

into her opening again, eating her out with a renewed and wild abandon as if her smell was spurring him on.

Hermione shook when he introduced two fingers inside her in addition to his probing tongue and she did not know when she brought her hands down to run

her fingers through his hair, eyes squeezed tight, mouth wide open soundlessly and gasping. But she soon found her voice, a high pitched squeal issued

out of her mouth when his mouth moved up to her clit and his first rough lick to clean up what was left of the ice cream rasped over the swollen nub of

aroused pink flesh. She held his head as he took his time, tonguing and teasing her clitoris, adding his thumb's light and calculated strokes as he carefully

extracted another spasming orgasm out of her.

"You're going to kill me ..." Hermione lay back on the bed, her breathing in gasps, eyes glazed behind her glasses. He was now leaning over her, his fingers

still playing between her legs, kissing her neck as she weakly held the back of his head with one hand. But she still wanted something more. His fingers

felt fantastic but her cunt still felt empty and she was desperate to feel his dick push its way inside her. "Fuck me Harry? Please? I need you inside

me now. Please?"

He kissed her again before he wordlessly straightened up, withdrawing his fingers from her cunt. But instead of positioning his cock to slide into her

from his kneeling position between her legs he stood up, pulling her up with him. They stood kissing for long moments, licking and sucking on each other,

before he turned around, breaking the kiss, and sat down on the bed, his cock pointing straight up. Hermione stood looking at him, eyes staring hungrily

at his erect member as she stroked her hair out of the way.

He made a turning motion with his hand. "Come here." he growled unnecessarily, as Hermione was already turning around, her back to him as she spread her

legs over his.

She reached beneath her to hold and guide him inside her as she sat down, his hands on her waist as she gratefully impaled herself on his shaft. They both

sighed in contentment and Hermione froze still for a moment, amazed at how great he felt inside her, savoring the feeling of being filled, her cunt no

longer feeling empty at all. One of his hands left her waist to cup her breast as she began to move, slowly at first, rocking her hips like a belly dancer.

She leaned back and twisted so she could put one arm around his shoulder, letting him have access to a pointing nipple with his mouth. He fed two fingers

into her mouth, the fingers that had been inside her and she instinctively sucked them clean with a smile on her lips. She found herself moving faster,

occasionally levering herself up to and slamming down to swallow him inside her again, moaning loudly. She suddenly noticed that she could see their reflection

in the mirror from the door. She saw herself fucking, reverse cowgirl style, his dick disappearing in and out of her pussy, her breasts jiggling in time

with the movements of her hips. It fascinated and excited her at the same time; it made her feel like a dirty voyeur. And she was suddenly consumed with

wanting to make Harry come and watch their reflection as she did it with her pussy.

She leaned forward in his lap, removing her arm from around his shoulder, and leaned back again, better positioning herself for deeper penetration. Harry

grabbed hold of her waist as if he knew what was on her mind. She began to lift and pump down on his thick shaft, smooth and long strokes, eyes fixed on

the mirror, watching her breasts bounce around on her chest, her pussy repeatedly swallowing and spitting out cock. She started to go faster, little squeals

and gasps escaping from her mouth. One of Harry's hand left her waist as two of his fingers reached between her legs to search for her clit. She shook

but she did not slow down even when they found it and began to play with it. She only made more noise at each up and down stroke; she began to talk.

"Fuck me .. uhn .. fuck me .. fuck me .. uhn! .. just like that .. yes .. oh yes .. fuck me .. fuck me .. fuck me baby .. like that .. just like that ..

fuck me!" Hermione leaned back and rocked her hips like a belly dancer again, enjoying watching and feeling the fingers between her parted legs stroking

her clit before she leaned forward and continued to fuck Harry. Harry was thrusting up into her in time with her bouncing on his lap, her ass making a

soft slapping noise at each impact, gasping and groaning.

Hermione continued babbling ".. fuck me .. fuck me baby .. you feel .. soooo gooood .. fuck me ..." Hermione felt him begin to shake in a different way

beneath her and she smiled happily. "Do you ..." she gasped at a particularly hard thrust, "like fucking me?", she squealed as Harry abandoned her clit

and grabbed hold of her waist with both hands and thrust hard again, growling loudly. Immediately, she took over, reaching down to stroke her clit and

pussy with her fingers as vigorously as he had."Oh yes! Yess! Fuck!" Harry thrust hard and fast two more times and started to spurt thick wads of cum into

her cunt. He spasmed, grunting, and went stiff, grabbing hold of her breasts and squeezing almost painfully, her hard nipples under his palms.

With the already substantial stimulation of her clit, that was enough to send her over the edge into the throes of yet another orgasm. Hermione bounced

only once more before the feeling of his dick pulsing as he released his load into her pussy overwhelmed her together with the friction on her nipples

and her masturbating fingers. Cum was flowing out of her as well as she went rigid and shook against her boyfriend, mouth open in a silent scream. His

cock popped free of her as she spasmed again, still squirting its load, cum landing on her belly and coating her inner thighs again.

Her eyes wide and locked on the mirror, she watched it all, thinking she had never seen anything so erotic. So nasty and wicked. And she was the one fucking

and being fucked.

Hermione finally collapsed backwards unto Harry's chest, exhausted. Her cunt no longer felt so empty. She could hear and feel his hard breathing as he

wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled the back of her neck. She sighed contentedly looking down at herself and enjoying the sight between the valley

of her breasts with their still swollen nipples. Her belly, abdomen and bush were streaked with thick and sticky cum and she absently used a finger to

take up some and licked it clean, feeling some regret at not having taken him into her mouth.

"Thanks ...for dessert." he said.

She smiled widely, turning her head. "You're welcome."

He kissed her shoulder. "I really starting to get used to this."

"Good." she said, stretching languidly, as she slowly turned to lie on her front on top of his chest, her legs straddling one of his thighs. "Cause I already

am hooked to this..." She felt his hand cup her ass as they kissed for some time, soft licking and teasing kisses that had Hermione mewling in delight

against his mouth, thoroughly enjoying herself. She stroked his chest as he cupped and kneaded her breasts. She was thoroughly sated but she knew that

if he suddenly rose to the occasion again, she could still accomodate him. Her pussy seemed to be inexhaustible even if she did feel wrung out.

"I thiink that if you don't fuck me on a daily basis, I'm going to kill you ..." she panted after a pause in the kissing.

"Oh, I think my plans can include you sometimes in my plans..." Harry said, trailing a finger down the crack of her ass.

"Oh really?" Hermione smiled naughtily.

"Yes." Harry smacked her ass lightly, squeezing. "All sorts of nasty plans."

She grinned, wrinkling her nose. "How nasty?"

"Very nasty." He licked her lips. "I'm going to fuck you here and then I'm going to take you to your place and fuck you there and maybe someplace in between

and fuck you there too." He squeezed her ass cheek again.

Hermione could not help laughing, strangely excited at the thought of him taking her outside before they could get indoors. It reminded her that he had

made her run into his bedroom naked from the waist down except for her shoes. What if he had decided to get inside her before they had gotten to his house?

Maybe in the park? "So you think you're going to be fucking me all the time, Mr. Potter? As if I've got nothing else to do?"

"I've got stuff to do too." He smiled, the predatory gleam back in his eyes. "But this is more fun."

Hermione reached between his legs and caressed his now flaccid member, still wet from her cum. "So I have to cancel all my important appointments?"

"Yep."

"Just so you can fuck me?" she cupped his balls, playing with them, savoring his little jerk at her touch. "All day, every day?"

"Yep."

She leaned forward and licked his lips, and then kissed him hotly. "I need to think about it." She made a playfully thoughtful face for a second. "Okay."

They continued caressing and teasing each other until Hermione suddenly shivered, cold. The night had obviously turned colder outside and a draft had blown

in through an open window. And it was close to 1 am and they had both yawned more than once. He kissed her lips, her ears, her neck down to her collarbone,

her chest, her breasts and the expanse of milky smooth skin between them, sucking hard on her nipples and making her whimper, before he went further down.

He kissed her belly, her abdomen, her pussy, her thighs, and he lifted her legs so he could kiss them down to her feet. He finally went back up and kissed

her pussy again, and dropped a kiss each on her nipples, before he went even higher up to kiss her on the lips once more before he finally removed her

glasses and then kissed her eye lids and forehead.

Hermione was more than ready to fuck again by the time he was done. But he was only at half-mast so she curled up against him as he drew the duvet over

them, their bodies a tangle of arms, legs, and moving hands. He fell asleep first and Hermione spent a blissful and naughty ten minutes arranging herself

so he would wake up with his head pillowed by her breasts with one of his hands between her inner thighs just by her moist heat. Then she reached for the

lamp by the bedside, and she fell asleep.