Summer of Change (GxG) - A Hermione Fanfic

Chapter 21

MORE SMUT

Merlin's saggy

balls...

I couldn't believe Molly and I were doing this.

I couldn't believe I had the courage to initiate it...

But I couldn't help it.

I think- I think we needed this...

Molly saying the words I had wanted to hear from those tantalizing, sweet lips of hers...

It had my core aching something fierce.

I just... I just had to kiss the older witch.

My mouth needed to be on hers.

I needed to taste her skin.

I wanted to drown myself in everything that she was.

"I know we were supposed to be having a picnic, but... I think I'm hungrier for you, Molly." I said as our foreheads rested against one another.

I felt Molly shiver at my words.

And I wanted her to shiver more... to feel all I could show her.

"Hermione... please..." Molly begged as she looked for contact.

I could feel Molly trying to grind on me which elicited a groan from my own lips.

With a flick of my wand, the picnic supplies were moved to the side and a spot was made for me to lay Molly down on the blanket we had laid down in the grass. While I feverishly kissed the witch of my dreams, I dipped her down so her back was against the blanket. My hands then roamed the expanse of her breasts and she moaned as I rubbed my palms on her hardened nipples.

Merely feeling them hardening against my skin produced goosebumps all over my body... the way she reacted was unlike anything I've felt before.

I knew once this continued... I couldn't get enough of her.

And I was at peace with that.

"Mmmmm... Like that, do you?" I hummed, muffled by me sucking on Molly's bottom lip.

"Yes... Yes.... Mmmmm..." Molly moaned.

I continued my ministrations on those wonderful big breasts of hers, but stopped so one of my hands could creep lower and lower. My hand went under her skirt and played with the hem of her panties in a teasing manner. I needed more, to feel more, and so, I ever so lightly traced my finger the length of her vagina. The heat, and the dampness of her arousal coated her panties, begging to be free. I could feel the immense heat, and her ache... her need... the release that she'd soon beg from me...

All that was happening between us, and our souls had ignited this deep-seated passion in my core... and... I wasn't afraid of admitting to myself that what I feel for Molly is nothing that I felt for my sweet Dora. Yes, it hurt my very being, but... it was the truth—it's always been Molly, and my love for Nymphadora will never cease.

"Hermione, please... It's too much..." Molly began... her breathing was more breathless than I had heard before... "Hermione... please... I need you so bad..." Molly pleaded as her hips bucked every time my palm brushed over her pubes.

"Do you, now? I'm not sure..." I said, teasing the woman beneath me, and before I could continue, Molly spoke up.

"Yes! Please, Hermione... I need it- No, I want it. I want you. All I need is you!" Molly begged, biting her lip.