A Rake, A Spinster, And An Arrangement

Chapter 27 : Recapitulate (Ep 6)

Sitting beside the pond, Hermione enjoyed an eyeful of her very naked husband. It was a warm day, and he had encouraged her to strip down to just her shift - they were far from their home, and the servants, so why not. She had done so, removing her stays and her petticoats and her fine dress and her stockings, leaving herself in just her shift.

And Draco... Draco had kicked off his boots, thrown aside his coat, removed his shirt and trousers, and jumped into the pond. It did look rather refreshing, but what Hermione enjoyed seeing most was his naked body rising up out of the water, trails of water running down his body, and his hand going to his cock, pumping himself.

The water had to be freezing, and yet he was hard, hard for her. It made her hungry, made her want him. Made her desperate for him, even.

Their picnic lunch was forgotten as he picked up his shirt to dry his hair and then flung himself onto the blanket beside her.

Oh yes, their lunch was very much forgotten.

Hermione had been rolled onto her back quickly, with Draco between her thighs, and her shift had been pulled up and out of the way, tossed over his head elsewhere, she did not know or care. With him between her thighs, and the entire world able to see them-

She didn't care. She didn't care that she was out in the open completely naked. Didn't care that he was spreading her thighs for the world to see and running his fingers up and down her slit. Didn't even care at how wet her body sounded, making a horrid noise when his fingers pushed into her, revealing how soaked she was.

No. All that mattered was his lips on hers. All that mattered was his body hovering over hers. All that mattered was her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, and-

It took no time at all for his body and hers to meet, for him to begin thrusting into her, and for her to find herself on the edge of an orgasm. Every time she even just looked at him, she could feel her body on fire. It must be some sort of trained response - woman sees fine specimen of man, woman becomes turned on.

Every single time she saw him-

Draco's hand grasped her thigh, lifting it higher, and she gasped as he tugged her off of the pillows so she was lying flat. The angle was better like this, although the ground was rather solid under her, but she would worry about that later.

Instead, all she worried about was how his hands grasped her wrists and pinned them above her head, holding her there while he set the pace. He seemed to enjoy that, setting the pace, taking control - and she didn't mind. In fact, she rather enjoyed it. Enjoyed how he took her body and did filthy things with it.

It was filthy. It was a sin. Surely, the way he made her feel, every single time - it had to be a sin. It was the greatest feeling in the world. It was heaven and hell. It was-

"Draco-" she gasped, feeling her peak start to rise.

He said nothing as he let go of her hands and grabbed her by both hips. In seconds, she was at her peak, and she played with her breasts, as he had shown her, pinching the tips, and-

He groaned as he slammed into her, filling her up, but he wasn't done with her. No matter what, her enjoyment always seemed to come first, and as she took every last drop of him, his thumb rolled and played with the little nub, teasing it and working it into a frenzy. She knew it was hard and hot and swollen, and in seconds, she was joining him in the peak, shrieking for the entire estate to hear as he gave her pleasure.

They laid there afterward, clinging to one another, when Hermione began to glance around. Her gown... where was her... where was her shift.

"Draco," she murmured, not seeing it. "Where did you throw my shift?"