From Wiltshire, With Love

Chapter 42

Author's Note: After this chapter, if you need a break in the reading, it's suggested you take a break here. Next suggested break is Chapter 50.

Hermione lay in the crook of Draco's arm. His eyes were closed while she drew patterns lazily on his chest, gently exploring the valleys, dips and curves of his muscles, the smoothness of his pale skin, and the feathery texture of his body hair. She traced the red lines of the scar left from Harry's Sectumsempra curse, and looked down to his flaccid penis laying across his thigh, and his legs extended over the rumpled sheets. The light coming through the window was colored in pale oranges and pinks from the sunset and cast shapes of long rectangles and diamonds across his body. She could hear the occasional car drive by, but it was otherwise quiet and peaceful. Her fingers grazed his ribs on the side and he jerked his body, grabbing her wrist and biting his lower lip with a grunt.

"No tickling, Granger."

"Sorry," she glanced up at him. "I like touching you."

"My body is yours to touch," he responded softly, and released her wrist with a small smile. "But no tickling."

Draco closed his eyes again, enjoying her ministrations.

She had no idea what to expect when she kissed him and Apparated them back to her parents' guest room. He had walked her backwards, pressing her down and into the bed, his mouth devouring hers and his hands bracing her securely – yet tenderly – against his body. With the way Draco stared at her before she kissed him, she thought the very second she indicated she was ready and willing he'd be inside her. But instead he had treated her so carefully, and took his time.

Too much time!

Thinking back to the way he undressed her, Hermione shivered as she remembered the deliberate consideration in how he had removed each item of clothing, only to cover her exposed skin with gentle kisses, exploratory nips and tender caresses. Draco's slow, almost reverent treatment chased her fear of the unknown away and quickly replaced it with an eager anticipation for more. Her shirt was off and his arms and hands were everywhere, rubbing and stroking the skin of her stomach, arms, neck and chest. She struggled to get his T-shirt off with a series of useless tugs while he panted atop her in between kisses. She wanted more than anything else to see him, to run her hands over his skin, and growled with impatience. Upon noticing her frustration at trying to disrobe him, he pushed himself up with a smile, balancing himself on his knees astride her and tore off the Star Wars shirt. He flung it to the floor but she didn't have time to enjoy the view. He was back on her again.

Hermione chased after his lips, trying to draw him into another body scorching kiss as he teased her neck and her shoulders, licking her collar bone, biting her lightly and sucking her skin into his mouth. She'd smile when she thought she finally had him but he'd only smirk and descend to kiss somewhere else. She was writhing on the bed in anticipation as his lips lowered to her chest, following the path of his fingers as they pulled her bra strap down over her shoulder. She remembered their kiss the night she told him about the Horcruxes and how close Draco danced around her breast and the fabric of her bra.

Now his lips were getting closer, and his fingers closer. She thrust her hips forward, feeling tight between her legs, wanting him to... to touch, to press, to squeeze... but he wasn't. He was maddening with his teasing and she slid her hands up his back to his hair, fisting it. Trying to direct him. Trying to get his mouth there, trying to get his hands there. Hermione undulated below him and Draco was rubbing himself on her leg and she felt how hot and hard he was against her thigh. She bit her lip and released a grunting whine of frustration doing her best to shift her breast to where she wanted it. To where she wanted him.

He raised his head, and lifted a smug eyebrow at the sounds she made. Draco knew exactly what he was doing to her. Getting impatient, she snaked her hand down between them to try and grasp what was being ground into her, but his fingers finally peeled back the fabric of her bra, grazing over the nipple and she arched her back. His mouth closed over her nipple and –ungh! It was warm and wet and Hermione dug her fingers into the back of his head while he sucked. It was the most exquisite sensation and the pull on her nipple into his mouth shot electric jolts down between her legs.