Ransom Drysdale: Manipulation

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"What do you need?" Ransom still slowly inches towards her. She stands up straight and sets her coffee cup on the island. Hermione is lost. What does she respond?

She can't tell him the reason she called him up here was because she needed him. "I-I don't know." She stutters as she starts to walk in the opposite direction of where he is.

She walks towards her desk in the corner of the room and presses her hands against it leaning herself against them. He's still in the kitchen, inning towards her.

"Why'd you ask me to come up here?" Both of them knowing the reason, choosing not to say it aloud. Leaning against her desk trying to compose herself, she feels a thick hand slowly trace the curve of her hip then resting it there.

"I don't know." Her voice is shaky, trying to control her rapid breathing. His other hand repeats the motion. She stands up straight and her hands move overtop of his holding them in place.

Ransom moves his head into the crook of her neck, in turn Hermione rolls her neck to the other side giving him more room. He tilts his head up slightly, moving to whisper in her ear.

"I think you know why Hermione." Her breathing hitches at the feeling of his warm breath against her neck and ear. She takes a deep breath in and turns around, facing Ransom.

His hands still on her hips, her delicate fingers move to his, she tilts her head up, trying to compensate for the major height difference. Her lips slightly parted.

Ransoms face is focused. Searching her for some type of okay to make another move. They had only known each other for three days but looking into each others eyes it had felt like forever.

Her hand reaches up and cups his cheek. He takes that as his sign and leans closer to her. They were so close, lips basically touching. It was painful to be so close yet not touching.

Hermione stood slightly on the balls of her feet, connecting their lips, finally. Their eyes fall shut and his hands move to the small of her back. They pull each other closer.

Both of them feeling peaceful, at home, like that's where they belonged. Her hand that was previously on his hip joined her other pulling her face in closer to his.

One of his hands instinctively moves to the side of her face as well. Her mouth opens slightly trying to suck in air and his tongue slips in. They're caught in a passionate, needy kiss.

Ransoms hand from her back moves to the bottom of her ass. His strong hand lifts her up and she wraps her legs around his waist. He moves to the counter and sets her on it.

Her legs keep a tight grip on his hips, holding on for dear life. Not ever wanting to stop. Ransom wanted to keep going too. His hand moved to the side of her thigh, pulling her dress up to her waist revealing the black laced panties he desperately wanted to take off.

Hermione breaks the kiss and they stare at each other, trying to catch their breath. Their lips swollen and bright pink. "Ransom." She finally breaths out.

Her right hand still on his hip, the left one having a handful of his shirt, pulling him closer. Both of their pelvises pressed against the others, screaming to feel the others bare skin.

She looks up at him filled with lust. "Hermione." He smirks, knowing how badly she wants him. He could feel her through the lace of her panties and the thin fabric of his pants.

"Should we stop?" Still trying to catch her breath, she continues to pull him closer. Neither of them wanting to stop. But Ransom did. Part of him did want to stop.

He wanted to rip the rest of her clothes off, take her over to her bed and make her feel everything. But another part of him was screaming to stop.

That part of him wanted it to be special somehow. He could never say that to her. Not now anyway. "I don't want to stop. Do you?" Hermione shakes her head no, replying to Ransom's question.

"No." She practically moans as she pulls him into another kiss. He breaks the kiss, to slip her dress off, revealing her perfect hourglass body. Her breasts exposed since she wasn't wearing a bra.

He gently kissed her neck down to the top of her chest. His lips lingered on her collar bone making her whimper. Slowly moving to breasts, cupping them with his soft, ginormous hands. Swirling his tongue around her.

She throws her head back, mouth open, suppressing a moan, her eyes slam shut as he switches to her other, giving it just as much attention as he did the first.

She felt slightly embarrassed to be so vulnerable, naked, in front of him. She was giving him part of herself. She was no virgin, neither was he, but this was so different.

She finally releases her grip on him and his mouth continues to travel down her body. Kissing her stomach, her perfectly sculpted abdomen, down to her tattoo. Giving it the attention she fantasized about.

He moves back to kissing her lips, stealing her breath, her stealing his. Becoming one with each other again. He picks her up and takes her over to her bed, letting her down right in front of it.

She switches up on him. Pulling him in by the neck of his sweater and pushing him down onto the bed. He sits up and she climbs on his lap, straddling him.

Ransom pulls her into another kiss. She pulls away as she pulls his sweater off of him, then dives back into the kiss. Her tongue frantically entering his mouth.

They fight for control and he wins, readjusting himself on the bed. His head on the pillows laying down, her on top of him, grinding on him as they make out.

Hermione takes in his chiseled body, almost drooling. She kisses his neck, taking her time, her lips and fingers follow every inch down to his belt. Wanting to get to know every part of him.

She could feel his chest rising and falling rapidly as she sensually kisses every exposed part of him. She gets to his belt and starts to undo it as she proceeds to plant more kisses leading back to his lips.

His belt comes off and she starts to unbuckle his pants. Ransoms hands cup the side of her face and move into her hair. Entangled in the delicious, sun-ripened-strawberry smelling hair.

He couldn't get enough of her. But he knew he had to stop. He couldn't let himself finish this with her. If he did, he'd be unprotected. His guard would be fully down with her.

He would give her a real chance. And he would get hurt. At least that's what he had thought. She wanted to give him a real chance too. Not just for her story, but even after such a short period of time together, she knew there was something so different about him.

Something nobody else saw. She knew they were moving too fast but she didn't care. But Ransom needed to take things slow. And she hadn't realized that until...

"Wait, Stop."