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Neville and Pansy Longbottom had spared no expense with their elaborate wedding affair. After the beautiful ceremony where vows were spoken and tears were shed, the reception started in full swing. Champagne and Firewhiskey flowed freely as guests mingled and danced throughout the night. Draco Malfoy and his fiancé Hermione Granger, were standing at the bar talking to Ginny and Harry while the newlywed couple was making their way around the ballroom. Hermione sat on the barstool laughing with Ginny while Draco stood at her back with his arm secured around her waist, talking to Harry about a recent raid the DMLE made on an illegal smuggling ring.
The couple was nearly late to the wedding because the little bit of self-control Draco held snapped when Hermione got undressed for her shower. Draco had fucked her from behind under the spray of hot water, hands pushed against the tiled wall, her engagement ring in full view. The marks that Draco had left on her neck and shoulders had to be hidden with concealing charms before they could leave. Hermione’s arms erupted in goose flesh as she remembered the filthy words Draco had breathed in her ear from behind. “You’re taking it so well, Hermione. You look so fucking beautiful like this, splayed open, my cock pumping in and out of you.” She could feel herself grow wetter from his words. “Oh, baby, you feel so fucking good. I love watching myself moving in and out of you.” She clenched at his words and that earned a grunt of his lips. “Fuck, baby. Keep doing that and I’m not gonna last much longer. Convinced that was a good idea, she clenched around him again, earning a moan. “You wanna play that game, huh? Okay….” Draco went crazy, fucking her with abandon while he reached around and began rubbing her clit. The embers of the fire growing in her belly started to blaze brighter and brighter. Her body was overloaded with sensations; the loud, wet slapping of Draco’s hips against her arse, his stuttering breaths in her ear, his ministrations on her clit, and the grip of Draco’s arm around her middle was becoming too much, the wave of her orgasm rising and rising. The sounds emitting from her throat were unintelligible as she was driven towards the edge. Draco, attuned to her body’s reactions after three years together, could tell she was close. “Fuck, Hermione. I love you so much. Come with me, baby. Let me feel you fall apart around me.” The dam broke and Hermione came with a loud moan that reverberated along the tiles while Draco roared out his release. As he softened and pulled out of her warm cunt, he gathered the spend that had leaked out of her and pushed it back in her cunt. “Will you keep that safe for me, love? God, I love seeing you full of my cum.” Hermione pushed off the wall and stared into the grey eyes of the love of her life. Smiles were evident on their faces. Hermione ran her hands through his damp hair and leaned their foreheads together. After the fog of arousal dissipated from her brain, Hermione’s eyes widened and she peaked her head out of the shower. She stretched out her hand and yelled, “Accio, watch!” Her watch flew into her hand and showed 5:30 pm. “Shit, we have to hurry up! The wedding starts at 7!”
By the grace of Merlin, Hermione and Draco were able to get ready and make it to the venue with five minutes to spare. Ginny gave her a knowing look when they rushed in and quickly took to their seats. Hermione chose to wear a silk, green cocktail dress that ended right above her knees; the dress hugged her waist and showed a moderate amount of cleavage that Draco had been eyeing since she had put it on. She forgot to mention to him that she decided to forgo underwear as it caused a line in her dress, but she figured he would appreciate the action later tonight. She paired the ensemble with a matching silver, choker necklace and her dazzling engagement ring that sat perfectly on her left hand. Draco was always thrilled to see her in his favorite color, green, and chose to match her with a crisp, black suit and green tie. The night passed on with laughter and music and love among families, friends, and lovers. “That’ll be us soon,” Draco whispered in her ear enthusiastically as they watched the newlywed couple laughing at something the other had said. When the night drew to a close, Hermione and Draco bid goodnight to their friends and flooed home, stumbling through the fireplace into their shared flat.
Hermione clutched the bride’s bouquet of roses while pulling Draco towards her with her right by his dark green tie. Her gaze traveled from his face down the expanse of his neck. Her eyes caught on the bob of his prominent Adam’s apple and she wanted to bite it. Every graze of his fingertips felt like fire against her skin, every breath setting her a light. They walked backward toward the couch that saw vigorous lovemaking daily while Draco’s arms circled her body, reaching for the zipper at the back of her green silk dress. “God, I’ve wanted to take this off you ever since you put it on, love,” Draco rasped, his normally adept fingers fumbling for the zipper. Draco growled low in his throat when he couldn’t remove the offending material from Hermione’s small form. “Fuck this,” and he ripped the material right down the middle. “Hey,” she said with a push to his shoulder, “I liked this dress.” “Don’t worry, I’ll be you another one,” he mumbled, ogling her impressive cleavage in the strapless, black lace bra that accented her breasts. His usual grey eyes had bled into black and the hunger of his expression made her rub her thighs together with anticipation.
Draco placed a kiss on the swells of each breast and followed up her neck to her mouth. He kissed her fiercely and slipped his tongue into her mouth when she gasped against his lips. Their tongues slid together as they ran their hands over each other. Hermione pushed the black blazer from Draco’s shoulders while he continued ripping the dress the rest of the way. She was halfway done unbuttoning Draco’s white dress shirt when Draco finished removing her dress. “If I had known you weren’t wearing underwear, we would have left the minute the ceremony ended,” he stated gruffly. Draco gently pushed Hermione down to sit on the couch. Draco began rolling up his sleeves while placing in front of her, eyeing her like she was prey. Impatient as always, Hermione skimmed her hands over her still-covered breasts and slowly brought them lower and lower. Hermione spread her legs and placed her heeled foot on the cushion, exposing her to his smoldering gaze. She ran her index finger from her entrance to her clit, rubbing in small circles. Electricity zinged throughout her body as she touched herself. Draco had stopped pacing and stood directly in front of her, eyes fixed on her hand that was currently circling her clit.
She could see the outline of Draco’s erection through his trousers and the tension in his shoulders, ready to pounce at a moment's notice. She lowered her hand and circled her entrance with a finger while her other hand traveled to her chest, pulling the bra down to expose her breasts. Hermione wet her fingers with her saliva and pinched her nipples. Hermione couldn’t hold back to small moan that escaped at the movement. Draco slowly dropped to his knees, his eyes locked with hers as he began palming his erection through his pants. Hermione sank a finger into her cunt and the knuckle and began thrusting her lips against it. Hermione switched her attention to her other breast and added a second finger, increasing her pace. A lovely shade of pink had blossomed across her cheeks and chest and Draco was tracking all of her movements. His control was snapping, thread by fucking thread as he watched her fuck herself with her fingers. Hermione could feel her orgasm building. The heat was building, flames licking at her skin. She was getting hotter and brighter. She closed her eyes with her head thrown back in ecstasy as she continued her ministrations. She was a live flame, dancing beneath the eyes of her lover. She was poised on the precipice, but when she opened her eyes and found Draco on his knees before her, she shattered. Her orgasm exploded through her, starting from her belly and expanding from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. She loosed a strained, “Dra-co,” and relaxed on the couch, her muscles twitching from the aftershocks of her orgasm. When Draco heard his name uttered from her lips, he bit back a groan. She looked so beautiful when she came, her back slightly arching during her orgasm. Her cunt was pink and swollen, shiny from the slick that ran down her thighs. The heady smell of her arousal filtered through the room and he took deep breaths. The need to have his face buried in her cunt was so strong, that he finally moved towards his fiancé.
“Did that feel good, Hermione?” She moaned an unintelligible response. He tsked her answer while he began drawing lines with his fingertips on her thighs. “Now, Hermione. You know you have to use your words, love.” “I feel…,” she took a deep breath and smiled, “I feel…. Empty.” “Do you need me to make you feel good, baby? Do you want my fingers or my mouth?” he said, kissing up her thighs from his position on his knees. She keened, “Both, please?” “What good manners you have, love. Let me take care of my girl.” He bit her thigh, causing her to gasp. He wedged himself between her thighs, preventing her from closing them. He tossed her legs over his shoulder, heeled feet resting against his lower back. “Touch yourself for me, love. Help me make you feel good,” he rasped, as he lowered his head to the apex of her thighs. He took a deep breath of her scent and licked a stripe from her entrance to her clit. She jumped at the contact and tossed her head back, curls loose and damp from the sweat of their activity. Draco feasted on her like a starved man. He fucked her with his tongue while rubbing circles on her clit with the thumb of her right hand. He would alternate between using his tongue and fingers to fuck her tight channel, her slick coating his nose, mouth, and chin. Hermione kept getting louder and louder, her hand threaded through his damp, blonde hair. She began undulating her hips to the thrust of his tongue and fingers, taking her pleasure from him. He placed his other hand on her belly, keeping her hips pinned to the couch as he tasted her. He pulled back to take a breath and said under his breath, “God, you’re the sweetest thing I have ever tasted, and the best thing about it? You’re all mine. Only I get to touch, and eat, and fuck this cunt, isn’t that right, Hermione?” he said possessively. “Mmmhmmm,” she hummed as she continued fucking herself on his fingers. He pinched her clit between his fingers and stopped his movements, withdrawing his fingers, “Words, Hermione,” he said sternly. “Yes!” she exclaimed. “It’s all yours, Draco. Only yours.” “Good fucking girl,” he said and dove back between her legs. Draco’s filthy mouth, the sight of his blonde hair between her thighs, and the squelching of his fingers going in and out of her cunt was too much and she saw stars, her body an inferno.
Draco continued lapping at her entrance, licking her clean of her slick. She was so sensitive that another orgasm began to build as soon as the first ended. Her body tensed with every lick and caress, and eventually, she found herself falling off the cliff again, gasping as she orgasmed for a third time. When she gained the strength to lift her head, she found Draco leaning back on his haunches, staring at her with dark eyes. His face was shining from his nose to his chin, wet with her arousal. After about thirty seconds, Draco launched himself at Hermione, taking her in his arms, and kissing her till he took her breath away. She tasted herself on his lips and she felt the gush of slick travel down her legs. He picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, and carried them to their shared bedroom. Hermione was tired of him not being naked like her and began ripping at his shirt, buttons flying to the hardwood floors. When they entered the bedroom, Draco tossed her onto their mahogany four-poster bed. She got onto her knees and pushed the offending white fabric from Draco’s shoulder, revealing the planes and slopes of his chest and abdomen. The thin, white scars from that cure so many years ago were engraved on his skin. She ran her fingertips over them, thankful to Merlin and the four founders that he was with her. He extended his hand to the old scar engraved on her left forearm and brought it to his lips, kissing the site. He looked in her eyes, grey meeting brown, and crushed her to his chest. He wrapped an arm around her waist and threaded his hands into her riotous curls, “I love you, Hermione.” Hermione lifted her hand to cup his face and he leaned into it, closing his eyes, reveling in the feel of her palm against his face. “I love you too, Draco.”
Their lips and tongues met again as Hermione undid the buckle at his hips. Her fingers moved deftly and the belt fell to the ground with a thump. As she unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, he undid the bra that was wedged underneath her breasts. He helped to remove her heels, placing kisses along her calves to her knees, playfully licking the arousal that had leaked from her apex. The taste of her reignited the lust racing through his veins; Hermione was fire and he wanted to be consumed. “On your knees, love,” he said sweetly. Hermione moved to the center of the bed and got on all fours. Draco took a minute and admired the beautiful woman and the slick between her legs. Draco climbs on the bed and fists his cock, pumping it a few times, the delightful smell of Hermione’s arousal filling the room and flooding his senses. Draco traced her spine with his fingers, lovingly touching the freckles he had memorized on her shoulder and lower back. Draco aligned himself and settled his cockhead at her snug entrance. Hermione began panting and squirming, attempting to gain some friction. “Do you want my cock, Hermione?” Draco said, already knowing the answer. “Yes, please Draco. Give me your cock, please!” Hermione keened.
Unable to resist her begging, Draco drove into her, all the way to the hilt. “Ungh, yes!” Hermione shouted. Draco growled low in his throat and began rutting into her with abandon. “You look so beautiful, Hermione. So sexy. You take me so well. Gonna, thrust, fill, thrust, you, thrust, up, thrust, full, thrust, of, me! “Fuck!” Hermione began following his thrust, hitting her g-spot with every push and pull of his cock. Draco grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled, her back arching with the force. Her breasts were moving back and forth with his thrusts, he grabbed one with his free hand, squeezing and rolling the nipple between his thumb and index finger. Draco could feel himself losing a grip on his lust, his orgasm beginning to build. Hermione was clenching her muscles, squeezing his cock with every thrust. When her moans and mewls became more frequent and felt her body ramping up for another orgasm, he quickly pulled out and flipped her over. He covered her with his body, sinking into her warmth, a loud squelch coming from their joining. The lust on her face was evident in her pink cheeks and big brown eyes. He leaned over and nipped her breast, taking a nipple in his mouth. “Come for me, baby. Come for me and I’ll give you every fucking ounce of cum I have. I wish you could see my cock sliding in and out of you, your slick all over me. I’m gonna fucking lose myself in your cunt, love. So perfect, all mine,” he punctuated with a sharp thrust. Hermione found herself on the edge, so close to letting go, she just needed a little more. Sensing she was near the end, Draco licked his fingers and began rubbing her clit in sync with his thrusts.
The burning became so intense that she finally broke. White light flooded her vision and she screamed, her body clamping down on Draco’s cock, milking him for everything he had. Draco came with a loud shout, “FUCKKK!” Ropes of cum spurted from his cock, painting her from the inside out. Utterly exhausted, he rolled from above Hermione and collapsed to the bed. They both lay there for minutes, catching their breath while their heartbeats slowed. Sated, at least for now, Hermione rolled to her side and laid her head on his damp chest, listening to his heartbeat. His arm curled around her, and they lay there in bliss. After a few minutes, Draco began drawing circles on her shoulder and said softly, “July can’t get here fast enough.” Hermione giggled, “That eager to get me in a wedding gown, huh?” “Eager for you to became a Granger-Malfoy so you’ll always be mine,” he said with a large grin. “Possessive, aren’t we?” Hermione poked. He laughed and pulled her closer, “Maybe just a little.”