One Last Try [HP Jamione fanfic]

64. Paper Rings

A/N: The response to this fic has been absolutely insane and I cannot express how grateful I am to every single one of you who have read this, whether you followed along as I was posting or are reading it now it's all completed!

Every kudos/favourite, comment, and hit means so much to me and I know I wouldn't have been able to motivate myself for over a year to continue writing this without all of your loveliness!!!!!!! THANK YOU!!

What I find really funny is that before I edited this whole thing through fully it was 219k words, and now look at what it's at :D

Enjoy the end of this story!

20th November 1980

Hermione awoke to strong arms wrapped around her. She smiled to herself and took a deep breath, letting his scent soothe her. They both had work today, but she took the opportunity of waking early to relax in his hold.

She shuffled back into his body, his arms pulling her tighter to his hard chest. She smirked when she felt his hot, hard cock nestled against her soft arse. Maybe a relaxing morning wasn't what they needed. She rolled her hips back into him teasingly. His hips rocked forward automatically at the friction, the hand he had beneath her twitching. Hermione repeated the action, wriggling ever closer to James. When he responded again, she pushed herself more firmly into him with a slow rolling movement. He met her with each thrust.

"Good morning," James groaned in her ear, sleep and arousal heavy in his voice. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end as a shiver ran down her spine. He pressed his lips to her hot skin just below her hairline, her hair tied up and out of the way as it normally was overnight.

"Good morning," Hermione smiled, not pausing in her actions.

He shifted behind her, unravelling one arm from around her waist and moving his hips back slightly. She whimpered when he moved, but didn't get a chance to protest before she understood what he was doing. He slid his hand between her thighs, helping her lift her leg and hook it slightly back behind his hips so she opened up to the room in front of her. She keened lowly when James placed his rock hard cock against her slickening folds, teasing her aching entrance with shallow thrusts that did nothing but slide him against her. The arm that was still around her waist – trapped under her still – pulled her against him even more firmly as he kept rocking against her, his head catching on her already throbbing clit with each slide. He kept tracing kisses down the top of her spine and across her shoulders and she arched into his touch when he moved his free hand from her thigh to tease her nipples into firm peaks.

"Fuck, James," She whispered. "Please."

"You tease me, I tease you." He growled into her ear huskily, sliding his hand down her body to spread her lips wide around his fingers. The wet skin tingled when he exposed her to the cool air of their bedroom and she swore she could feel her heartbeat throbbing in her core as her clit begged for attention from those fingers – so close, yet so far.

She sobbed in frustration when he did nothing else, his grip still tight around her waist, large, warm hand spread over the soft curve of her stomach. He ghosted his lips over her shoulders again, interspersing his kisses with nips that sent shocks straight to her core. His hips didn't slow their steady pace, the languid strokes of his cock against her exposed pussy drawing whimpers and begging cries from her lips. She met each surge of his hips with her own, delighting at the feel of his silky hot shaft moving through her soaked folds.

"Oh, thank fuck, yes," Hermione choked out, when his fingers finally moved that final small distance and found her swollen clit.

He chuckled, lips brushing her ear, "You like that?"