He was seeing a different side of Hermione. She was self-assured and sexy. While he knew that she wasn’t a virgin, her knowing hands were still a surprise to him. She caressed him lovingly, taking her time with him. She’d been dreaming of this for a long time, and she didn’t want to ruin things by rushing through it. After all, once Harry realized what he was doing and whom he was doing it with, he’d probably want to stop. She was going to take everything she could get from him, while she could get it. When her warm mouth wrapped around his erection, he cried out. He grabbed handfuls of her hair, losing himself in the sensation of her tongue caressing his sensitive skin. She licked and teased until he was almost to the point of release, then stopped abruptly. When she lifted her head, he lunged forward and grabbed her, quickly rolling her to her back and straddling her. He kissed her wildly, and was vaguely aware of her fingernails scraping against his back. He kissed his way down her neck, across her collarbone, and down to her breasts. When he capture a nipple between his lips, she gasped and arched her back. He moved to lave the other nipple with his tongue, and let his hand slide down her side. When it reached the outside of her thigh, he stopped. Slowly and deliberately, he trailed his hand across the top of her thigh, then on her inner thigh. She parted her legs slightly to give him better access, and he slipped his hand over the mound of soft curls there. She moaned.
Harry nuzzled Hermione's neck with his nose as the spray of the shower warmed their bodies, and they pressed together once more, aroused and consumed with love and lust intermingled. She straddled him, her back against the cool tile of the shower wall, and when Harry entered her this second time, that blast of fire struck comfortably between. She rode and he thrusted, and the steam of the shower was soon lost among the steam from their bodies. Her moans and yells echoed off the corners of the shower, sounding louder, rising higher. Harry felt the intense pleasure plateau, felt like he could go much longer, having spent his initial desire earlier. Harry felt, though, as if Hermione was rising to crescendo quicker, still excited by their first encounter, the jagged sparks of pleasure seized her stomach and her legs, making her toes curl. The shower water was cold by the time their pleasure was spent, but they didn’t care, their bodies kept them supremely warm and pulsing. They exitted the shower and dried off with the same big russet-colored towel. Kissing, stroking, Harry couldn’t keep his hands off her body, he never felt so alive, he never wanted to stop touching her. And he suspected with a sense of surprise that he penetrated her mind whenever he penetrated her body, experiencing her pleasure with her. He discovered this truth more and more as they made love on Hermione’s bed again, fondled and licked, exploring each other in the living room next, the dining room, the kitchen. The world was lost to their swooning pleasures and spontaneous orgasms. They experimented inside the pool and on the pool deck, cushioned by several swimming towels.
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As it should be.
I wish I were an octopus. A FUCKING OCTOPUS!
5 for the classic YTMND feel.