Castle Guard by greenflowerpot

Chapter 10

- NOT MY STORY!! ALL CREDITS TO @greenflowerpot ON A03!!
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"Yes," she said, trying to angle her hips towards his mouth, giving herself to him. "Please—Draco—"

Malfoy kissed her on the thigh, on the pelvis, then used his fingers to gently spread her lips apart. He pressed his mouth to her and Hermione bucked instantly at the wet, unblunted contact.

"Oh!"

His lips were hot and tender. His tongue was firmer—probing at her entrance briefly, making Hermione arch up and shiver at the foreign sensation—then dragging across her clit. His pace was slow and pulsing.

It was far more stimulation than Hermione knew how to handle, far more than she'd experienced before. She bucked against him and he just dragged her hips closer, long fingers digging into soft skin, holding her tight against his mouth so she would not twist away. All her awareness reduced to the aching neediness between her legs and the slow pressure Malfoy fed it. Within seconds something in her lower stomach convulsed. It tightened sharply with each brush of his tongue.

Hermione cried out again and Malfoy made a muffled, savage noise of satisfaction against her—she felt it vibrate through her. She wanted him to go faster but he slowed down instead. His tongue slid languid and torturous over her, too light, like he wanted to see her dangle from the edge.

"Please," she cried. "Draco, please... I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't—"

Malfoy teased her a little longer before giving in. The slow, evasive friction turned quick and firm, his tongue finding its target right in the center of her. The pressure pulsed perfectly right against her clit. Hermione moaned, felt her inner walls clenching, and right before she tipped over the edge she felt his lips clamp tight around her clit, sucking sharply once, twice, thrice.

The extra stimulation was too much.

Her core spasmed, shock waves of pleasure rocking through her making her vision white out and her hearing turn to static She bucked, sobbing. Malfoy's strong hands pinned her firmly down by the hips and his mouth worked her gently through the storm. He dragged every quiver of pleasure out of her, did not surface until she fell back limp and whimpering.

He rose to his knees then, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand before climbing on top of her. His eyes were black and urgent, his breathing heavy. He kissed her cheek, her jaw—his motions sharp and jerky with his own pent-up desire—but when he touched his forehead to hers it was gentle.

"Perfect," he panted. "So pretty. Are you alright, sweetheart? Did you know you taste so good?"

The pleasure circuits in Hermione's brain were still humming. She writhed, vision still blurry, trying to catch her breath, and he kissed her soft and sweet.

He was so, so good to her. Hermione was overwhelmed by it. She wanted to make him feel good too, needed to see him fall apart at her touch.

"Draco," she breathed, kissing him. Her hand crawled between them, searching for him. He was hard and swollen, pressed against her thigh. When she fisted his cock Malfoy gasped and his hips jerked. "So good, Draco, thank you..."

Hermione could easily become addicted to seeing Malfoy like this, she thought. Here was the same tall, handsome soldier she used to daydream about, with his sharp military posture and cocky smile—only now instead of smirking lazily down at her he was gasping and twitching at her touch.

"Is this okay?" she asked. She dragged a finger against the underside of his tip and he made a choked noise.

"Yes," he breathed, and she wasn't sure if he was responding to her words or reacting to her touch. The head of his cock seemed to be the most sensitive part of him and Hermione made sure to tease it, running her hand around the ridge and under the tip. She was rewarded with deep, broken moans. "Yes, yes..."