A Rake, A Spinster, And An Arrangement

Chapter 25 : To Become One (Ep 5)

Hermione's entire body was on edge as he moved lower and lower, slowly unbuttoning each button down her back as they took their turns. Surely, she would be able to slip out of the dress, but after each admittance, he would mouth at her neck, kissing and sucking at her skin, and she melted a little bit further. The inside of her thighs were hot and dripping, and she knew, when he eventually reached what little petticoat she wore, he would be able to see how his words had affected her.

"Two more confessions," he murmured against her ear. "You can do it. What else do you think about?"

She had already given a list, a full list, of things she had fantasized about in regards to him, things she had never even considered until he pushed for answers, and now... now she was just grasping for something, anything. What would she want him to do to her? What... what filthy thing could she even imagine?

"On the dinner table," she gasped as her eyes pinched closed at the thought. Yes... that was... that was naughty.

"What about the dinner table?" he insisted, and she could feel him playing with the button near the bottom of her spine.

"I want you to splay me out on it," she begged, her eyes rolling back at the thought. "So that every meal, we both think about what you've done to me there."

The button popped out of the loop, and then he was grazing his teeth on her earlobe, driving her further into a frenzy. Even though it was all maddening, the good thing about this little exercise was, she was no longer nervous. No, now she was desperate for him.

"I think," he murmured against her ear, his fingers toying with the next button, "that I could spend hours between your thighs, and forget about every other meal that ever existed."

She whimpered at the thought as the button came undone, leaving them with one more. One more fantasy. One more thing she imagined in bed. One more... one more.

"One more," he murmured against her ear. "You can do it. Be a good girl and tell me what you think about when you touch yourself."

She had only done it the one time, but she knew what he meant... ever since that night, he had filled her dreams, even when she was heartbroken and upset... always thinking of him, wanting him, needing him. She had other desires, but.. but to say them out loud...

He might now well be her husband, but that didn't mean she wanted to tell him everything.

"One more, and I'll let this dress fall."

"That sounds more like a reward for you than for me," she said with a smirk, even though it was a lie. Once her dress was down, he could quickly have her naked, and then... and then, she could know what it felt like to have his hands, his mouth, his fingers, his... him, inside of her.

"Tell me. Tell me your fantasies," he urged.

Her cheeks somehow burned harder as she thought about it, truly thought about it. What... what would she enjoy him doing to her, something she couldn't really imagine, but... something she liked the thought of.

"I want more than one," she asked softly, as though it was a question.

"More than one what?" he responded, his voice sounding more confused than teasing.

"The peak. I want more than one."

The button popped on the back of her dress, and she waited for him to kiss her neck, to tease her, but instead, his hands settled onto her hips, and she was turned around to face him. He was looking down at her so curiously, she wondered what she had said wrong. Was it impossible to peak more than once in one evening, or-