章節 10: Chapter 10
Harry didn't know what to feel as Hermione finally had the 'accident' she had been courting for the last few minutes, though, if her cycling emotions were any indicator, neither did she.
At least, not immediately. Her eyes stayed closed as the guilt flashed on her beautiful face for a moment, but that disappeared just as quickly. It seemed that their activities up to that point were enough to loosen her sensitivities on that aspect even more than he had expected.
Harry did nothing, just drinking the sight of her beautiful, changing expression.
"W-well," she whispered, her tone hesitant, almost fearful, not that Harry felt concerned about that. Her legs told a different story as they wrapped around his waist, first making him impossible to pull back.
Then, pulling him even deeper, she let out a trembling breath.
"Yes," he said, whispering throatily as he leaned forward, their lips separated by inches.
"W-what's done is done, right?" she stammered, but Harry recognized the non-question easily. She wasn't asking a question, but requesting a particular answer.
One that he had no problems giving. Among other things.
"Of course, we're just … exercising," he said.
"Yes!" she moaned, though Harry didn't know whether she was agreeing with his statement … or reacting to the movement of his hips as he started to move. Though, he was more than happy to leave it a mystery as he looked down, memorizing the sight of her beautiful body as he took her first time.
She looked beautiful, and Harry would have loved to say that, but his lips had more important missions.
Like stealing one desperate kiss.
Her first reaction to the kiss was shocking, but it didn't take long for it to turn into a burning desire, abandoning her control to passion as she was trapped under him, his hips moving steadily as her wetness got used to his presence.
He wondered whether he was pushing her a bit too much. The answer came when he pulled back for a breather. "Harder," she gasped as her hands landed on his shoulder, biting hard.
Harry had a reputation for being rebellious against the orders, but in his current circumstances, he felt that he could follow that particular order. His hips moved hard and fast, drilling her aggressively, her moans exploding hard enough to fill the room.
He would have lost himself in the feeling, but before that, Hermione started trembling with the telltale signs of another climax. He pulled out, moved down, and started kissing her stomach, trailing upward slowly. He lingered on her breasts a bit, enjoying the softness as much as her out-of-control pulse, but ultimately continued climbing, reaching her neck, then her cheeks.
"I win, again," he said with a chuckle before he captured her lips once more, enjoying her aggressiveness, his teasing annoying him to an amazing degree.
He expected teasing to work, but the speed still managed to surprise him. Her arms wrapped around them as she suddenly pushed him into full power, and he found himself on his back. She climbed on top of him immediately, her face contorted with an intense concentration he had only seen before the exams...
"That doesn't count, it was just a warm-up," she whispered, the last word coming as a moan even as she sat on his waist, taking him in once again.
A moan escaped his lips as she pushed down decisively. "Let's see how long you'll stand," she whispered as she put her hands on his chest.
And rode.
"Someone is determined to win," Harry murmured, fascinated by the expression of concentration on her face as she continued to dance, her naked body looking amazing as she started to develop a light sheen. She continued to ride him, her wetness softer than heaven…
Harry stayed silent, too busy enjoying the amazing sight of her as she fully experienced the beautiful position that worked perfectly. Not only it displayed her body perfectly, but also it gave her the full range of motion she needed to work for her victory.
And, Harry was more than happy staying passive as she did her best to prove herself the superior one.
Her eyes stayed closed, doing her best to avoid distractions as she focused on her task, her warm frame sinking deep repeatedly, her silky smoothness enveloping him completely.
"Someone is struggling," Harry chuckled as a deep moan escaped her mouth.
"Unlike you," she said, not even bothering to open her eyes.
"Fair," Harry admitted, considering he wasn't putting the slightest effort to keep his own grunts and moans concealed as the pleasure invaded his body enough to imprison him completely.
Hermione chuckled, which turned into a small gasp as she sank herself lower even harder. She started rocking her hips wildly, her enthusiasm quickly rising to compensate for her lack of experience, and doing it spectacularly.
Harry just stayed focused on the pleasure, giving himself a chance to enjoy the amazing moment.
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Hermione felt lost in a surreal world as she rode Harry desperately. To win, she justified in her mind, once again more than happy to stick to her little excuse, reducing the situation into a pointless competition.
Despite knowing, deep down, it was much more, it was a question that she wanted to avoid.
Luckily, she had a lot of things to avoid such a question, such as occasionally watching Harry from her cracked eyes, enjoying the way his expression twisted one of fascination and desire. It helped her to feel true… beautiful.
She didn't stop her hips even for a moment. The fire burning in her body wouldn't have allowed that. Her hips danced, doing her best to earn her reward.
Lost in the moment, she was completely unprepared for Harry's sudden act, wrapping his hands around her waist before standing up. Before she could even react, she found herself halfway to the destination, but the only thing she was able to do was to wrap her legs around his waist to keep herself in place.
… and, maybe give herself a couple boosts, to move up and down as they moved toward their destination, but that wasn't wrong, right?
Her hips moved, pulling him deeper and deeper, each milestone enhancing her pleasure. She tightened her grip on her shoulders and closed her eyes, focusing on the way her own body swayed, particularly her breasts, wanting to give him a true show.
One that worked just like she intended, if the way his fingers were sinking into her ass showed his true feelings. She just focused on the sensation, even when she felt something cold and hard against her back, one that she recognized as the wall, trapping her body in between.
A chuckle escaped his mouth, making her open her eyes.
"What?" she murmured dazedly. She tried to sound annoying, but that died the moment she captured his expression, with an intensity she had never experienced before. The closest she came across was when he was in a dangerous fight, but even then, it was never her that was pinned under that gaze.
The thrill was … she didn't want to believe such an intensity was possible in the first place, and neither were the emotions that were triggering her. Emotions that she rejected to delve, into but doubted that they were in any way healthy…
"It's your expression," he said with a chuckle. "It looks like you had just got lost in a second-hand book store, and just found an annotated version of your favorite book."
"Shut up," she murmured, one that was supposed to sound angry, but only came out as shy. The best she could do was the clapping of their hips filled the room.
She decided to silence him the best way possible, leaning down until her lips captured his, her tongue buried deep to silence him. And, just in case it might not work, she started to gyrate her hips faster and faster, relying on pleasure where her lips might fail.
Even as she continued, she could feel herself tightening in a final manner, putting every single nerve ending in her body on high alert, each thrust and every nibble pushing her steadily toward an explosion.
And, if the throbbing of his presence was truthful, she wasn't the only one.
Then, her tightness turned into an inescapable prison as she started to shiver, triggering an explosion of hiss, declaring an end to their adventure as she let her head press against his shoulder powerlessly, but her own cries didn't care about her powerlessness.
An excellent way to punish her boyfriend…
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