Break for me

Bonding

   Hermione woke with a thick forearm draped across her stomach as she lay beneath her bedsheet. The first thing she realised was the heat radiating off of both himself and her. The second thing she noticed was the fact that her T-shirt was back on and she had been placed beneath the covers at some point after their last encounter.

   Draco was on top of the bedsheet, holding her tightly. After their little frotting escapade earlier on, Hermione had very much decided that she could cope with the deepening feelings of lust and constant arousal if Draco would allow her to get herself off with him...even if he refused to actually fuck her, she knew he wouldn't say no to getting her off through his words or his commands with her own fingers, or letting her feel him against her through his pants.

   The first two or three times after their first initial close-up encounter had found Hermione reaching for him at different points throughout the night; the feelings were rising within her and Draco must have found his walls crumbling away because he gave in far more easily than she thought he would.

   He went to her each time and carried her back to his armchair; allowing her the relief of riding him through his trousers as he asked her permission to hold her close while she did; never taking more than she offered him. This frustrated her in many ways; the potions effects being the main one as she wanted him to take her...she wanted him to take control and fuck her and lose himself within her.

   She needed him to come inside her. Her body was calling out for it now; her heightened fertility wanted to practically beg him to fuck her against any available surface until they were both exploding with each other... the primal part of her wanted him to fill her with his seed. It was like a primal mating call, and she knew he felt it too because at times when he pulled her hips firmly down to his, she would hear him mutter about needing to feel her and how good it would feel to be inside of her.

   He was suffering just as much as she was.

   But he was a true gentleman, which had really annoyed her when her arousal got too heavy. What she wanted was to be taken and fucked; what she got was relief, but she had to ask for it before he would touch her...like he was scared she would refuse him if he took the initiative instead.

   Only on one particular escapade, as he backed her into the wall after she had practically thrown herself onto him and her arousal was growing worse, had she asked him why she still needed to ask for it. And the response almost melted her heart....

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   "This is going to be quick and hard. We don't have a lot of time for much else, the healers will be here in a minute." Draco told her harshly as she moaned, dropping her head back against the wall as their eyes locked.

   "I don't need much else. I'm already halfway there." She told him as she bit her lip and revelled in the way he held her against the wall, her need coursing through her body as she felt her instincts taking over as she closed her eyes.

   "Ask me-" he started.

   "Why?" she looked him dead in the eye. "You know what I want; why do I need to ask you? Why do you keep needing permission?"

    Draco took a deep breath, steadying himself with his arms against the wall. "Because you're not supposed to be for me." He told her seriously. "Granger, if you were mine then I'd take you against every surface in this room over and over until we were both too tired to fucking move..." he sighed against her hair, making her shudder. "But you're not, and this is all about mutual respect for both of us...it is important for me to ask so I know I'm not overstepping my boundaries."