Mine

Draco immediately advanced on Hermione, forcing her to walk backward as he peppered her face with kisses. He was holding her jaw gently, his thumbs stroking over her cheekbones. Just as Hermione felt her dress push against her calves as she stood next to the bed, Draco stopped.

"Can't have you ruining the dress, Princess," he mumbled as he licked up her jaw-line and into her ear. The next moment, Hermione was standing before him in nothing but her shoes and undergarments: a white brocade corset, matching knickers, and stockings. She had goose flesh up her arms and down her back.

Hermione put her hands on Draco's chest, looking up at him nervously. She watched him devour her with his eyes and couldn't help but feel more than a little turned on. Fortunately, she was able to find her voice. "Draco, maybe we should take a step back and go slow." She looked at the floor, feeling rather unsure of herself. She was shocked when, in her periphery, Draco's robes vanished as well. Hermione couldn't help but notice the huge tent in his shorts.

Draco slid his hands down the curves accentuated by her corset, resting his hands on her deliciously full hips and pulling her to him. Holding her lower half against his, he pressed his lips against her temple. "I want to make love to my wife."

"Draco..."

"Say 'husband'."

Hermione swallowed. His fingers were gently teasing the top of her thighs, drawing warm circles and occasionally moving into the territory of her arse. She looked up at him, her eyes wide. Hermione tried to speak, but couldn't.

Draco sighed, unable to enjoy the shiver that ran down her spine with his breath. Taking time to enjoy one last caress, he drew his hands away from her. He crawled onto the bed. Once he was settled and sitting against the headboard, he patted the bed beside him, giving her a curious look.

Hermione ran her hands up and down her arms a couple times as she debated with herself. When she finally drummed up the courage, she moved onto the bed, kneeling awkwardly while facing Draco. They looked at each other, much as they had done during the contract negotiations. Hermione could easily read his facial expressions now. She knew he could read her too, whether or not she wanted him to.

After a few long minutes, Draco dropped his hand into his shorts and began fisting his cock slowly. "Gods, you are beautiful. Kneeling like that. Mm. I just want to fuck you 'til you scream my name as you cum." Draco dropped his head against the wall, watching her with heavily lidded eyes.

Hermione felt her face flame hot in embarrassment over what he'd so lewdly said. However, she could also feel a flush along her neck and the top of her chest, and it certainly wasn't because she was embarrassed. She didn't know whether to watch his hand or his face or to look away. She wanted to avert her eyes, but there was something in his attention on her that kept her focused only on him.

Draco noticed her attention and wasn't surprised when his cock started to weep. She looked so good, flushed as she was. He wanted to press his lips against her hot skin. He wanted Hermione in his lap, taking care of his cock. "Princess... oh, gods, do you see what you do to me?" Draco pulled his cock out over the waistband of his shorts, stroking it slow and hard.

Seeing Draco's cock for the first time shocked Hermione. She knew it was big and hard, but now it wasn't hidden in his pants as it had been before. Frankly, she was astonished.

Draco's voice slowly pulled her gaze back up to his face, "It's all for you; always has been." Draco watched another wave of heat push through her skin. "Hermione, just live a little, for fuck's sake. I can practically hear your thoughts. It's okay to fuck me. I'll make it so much better than okay." Draco licked his lips at the end and watched as Hermione stared at him.

Draco reached out his free hand for her. Hermione looked at it for a moment before wiping her sweaty palm on the bed cover and resting her trembling fingers in his outstretched palm. Draco held her hand gently with his thumb and pulled it to his lips. He kissed the backs of her fingers, looking into her eyes the whole time.

Hermione let out shuddered sigh. Draco's tongue was coiling down her ring finger, but he never broke his gaze. Hermione let out a reluctant whimper, which seemed to ignite Draco's lust. His brows turned down in a serious way, and what was once an open and joyful countenance quickly became full of lascivious promises.

"Say 'husband'," Draco practically moaned when he finally pulled his mouth from her fingers. He was leaning forward to pull her body against his. When Hermione was finally leaning against him, he wasted no time in licking and nipping her neck and ear. His arm was strong around her, holding her in place.

Hermione was overwhelmed by his passion and pacified by the things he was doing with his mouth. She was more than happy with what he was managing. She was quite surprised when he pulled back from her.

"No more until you say it," Draco panted. It was almost painful to stop, but he didn't want to spend the rest of their lives dragging her along into everything.

"Draco..." Hermione whined softly. She licked her lips and found herself pressing against his chest.

"Wife." Draco stroked his hands through her hair, reveling in the silken curls.

Hermione huffed.

Draco smirked.

Hermione scowled.

Draco smiled broadly, beautifully.

Hermione rolled her eyes. Fortifying herself with a deep breath, she sighed, "Husband."

Draco's face lit up. He leaned into her and kissed her mouth soundly. It was so aggressive that Hermione soon found herself on her back, her legs twisted toward the edge of the bed. Draco Vanished his shorts and moved to get Hermione centred on the large marriage bed. Once he had her where he wanted her, Draco insinuated himself between her thighs, holding himself over her and drawing deep kisses again and again, pulling back only to begin again.

"Say it again, and I'll eat your beautiful naked pussy until you can't take any more." Draco was kneeling slightly and had moved his hands down to fold open the cups over Hermione's breasts. He was rolling her nipples one at a time. Draco had to balance on one hand, since he wasn't nearly done snogging her yet.

Hermione was brilliantly close, and at the thought of receiving cunnilingus, she threw her legs open. However, Draco was too busy to notice because he had pulled back, sitting on his heels as he pulled and twisted Hermione's nipples. Her eyes were shut tight, her head tossing when he made the smallest change in treatment; her back was arched and beautiful underneath him.

"Who do you want to eat your quim, Wife?"

"Draco!" Hermione couldn't keep her hips from rolling forward; she needed something between her legs.

"Ah-ah!" Draco stopped ravishing Hermione's nipples and began soothing her breasts with his palms.

"Oh! Husband!" Hermione opened her eyes and scowled at the blond. In return, Draco Vanished her panties and grabbed her thighs.

Hermione felt Draco's hands slide up her thighs and smooth up to her arse. When his tongue unfolded her labia, Hermione moaned. Draco's fingertips were pressed soundly into her arse cheeks as he palmed them. Hermione's hips rolled forward when pulled his teeth gently over her clit before sliding his tongue deep into quim.

This was no gentle tongue fucking like he'd given her in the dream. It was evident that he wanted her to finish as soon as possible, and he was working steadily toward his goal.

Draco pulled back, his lips and chin covered in Hermione's juices. He deftly began fingering her with two fingers, licking the juices from his palm, only pausing to watch his fingers disappear inside of her.

"Who's going to make you cum, Hermione?"

"You!" Hermione moaned. She was frantically trying to get off on his hands. Her efforts were fruitful, but it still wasn't enough. Draco was holding her back.

"Guess again, Wife." Draco made a couple passing swipes at her clit with his tongue before sitting back.

Hermione's fists hit the mattress twice. She opened her eyes, pleading silently with him to just let her cum already. Draco wasn't looking at her face; he was hypnotised by the roll of her body on the bed. Hermione's tits bounced as she tried to fuck herself with his fingers, and with her thighs spread widely, she was a sight.

"Husband?"

Draco's gaze returned to Hermione's face. "Whose husband?"

"Mine!" Hermione cried as Draco's hand moved into the perfect position.

"Again!"

Hermione was out of her mind as her orgasm finally swept over her, her body racked in ecstasy.

She moaned the word again, and Draco's cock twitched when he heard her claim him for the second time. Pulling his hand out of her, he moved to lie beside her, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her pliant body on top of his so they were chest to chest. Once she was settled, he began to play with her hair, delighting in her aftershocks.

Draco was aching to bury himself inside of her, his cock throbbing between her legs. He was also enjoying the novelty of being aroused by her and being near to her naked, post-orgasmic body. Most of all, he'd planned to take this very slowly. He knew Hermione would dig in against anything if she felt she was being pushed too much. If he prompted her little by little, she would wander into his way accidentally.

"I'm cutting it when we get back home," Hermione said against his shoulder. "A metre of my hair is too much work."

Draco smirked. She wouldn't ruin his fun, though. He'd play with her hair if it were metres long or centimetres long. Draco combed his fingers through it and wrapped it around his hand. Pulling very gently, he watched as her face turned up towards his.

"Say it again?"

"Husband," Hermione mumbled sleepily.

Draco tickled his hands up her sides. "The other word."

Hermione looked up at him, drawing a deep breath. He held her gaze for a long moment. Finally, she relented. "Mine." Hermione tried to look cross about it, but seeing the boyish smile that spread across his face, she felt the corners of her lips curl up just slightly.

Draco ducked his chin down and kissed her temple. He Summoned a light blanket and spread it over them. Hermione was already sleeping softly on his chest. Draco let her rest; she'd need the energy for what was to come next.

Hermione woke up thinking Draco was asleep beside her. She turned to look at him. Her husband. Hers. He was beautiful, although that might have been the endorphins talking. As her eyes scanned down his body, she saw a large tent peaked up over his middle. Had he cum with her earlier? She couldn't remember for sure, but she didn't think so. Checking to see that his face was still soft and relaxed in sleep, she pulled the blanket away gently.

Hermione was not surprised or intimidated by his penis anymore, but she knew her limitations, and this was probably slightly beyond them. She shifted gently on the bed to get a better look at it.

"That's yours to enjoy anytime you want," Draco said, peering out through one eye.

Hermione shrieked and slapped him in the middle of his chest. "Bloody hell, Draco, you scared the crap out of me! I thought you were asleep!"

Draco caught her hands up and pulled her on top of him. "No bloke can sleep with a prick as hard as mine, Wife. It's time you really take what's yours."

Hermione looked up into the playful eyes of the lascivious man under her and couldn't help but smile. She moved to straddle him and began to get in position, mumbling, "This is just sex, I still mostly hate you."

Draco arched his back as he let out a loud barking laugh. Hermione slapped him again but smiled softly as well.

Draco sobered as her core brushed against his knob.

"I'm not wet enough," Hermione said sourly, looking down at him.

Draco pressed his hands up her thighs and sighed contentedly. He situated her so that she sat with her open quim wrapped around the underside of his cock.

Hermione could feel the pulsing heat of his penis, and she fought to suppress a shiver, ultimately failing.

"Love, it's never just sex when it's with a Malfoy." He chuckled softly, mostly to himself, and began to trace the dragon tattoo on his chest. He watched as her skin rose to goose flesh and her nipples stood on end. He tossed the hair over one of her shoulders and reached up to roll one of her nipples.

When she moved to lean forward into him as he pulled her tender flesh, he braced her with the other hand, keeping her in place. "I'm going to make you so wet, Princess," he promised, the certainty in his tone making her shiver. Hermione was surprised when her core started to moisten.

"Once I get my prick in you, I'm going to fuck you out of your brilliant mind and back into it," Draco said as he started working the other side.

Hermione's breathing was beginning to deepen, and while she'd initially been relieved when he switched nipples, the first was now throbbing for more attention. Hermione reached up to pull it herself, and soon Draco was working fastidiously on her right nipple as she worked her left. Her hips began to slide on Draco's hot, hard cock.

"Fuck, Hermione, you are so bloody, fucking gorgeous," Draco said, arching against her. He pulled her hips in a quick loop that forced him deep inside of her and she moaned in delight.

"Draco! Oh, gods."

"Is that a good prick, Wife?" Draco asked, gently moving her hand away from her nipple so he could work them both himself. Hermione thrust her chest out and let her head loll back.

"Oh, yeah."

"Whose prick is it, Princess?"

"Oh, yours!" Hermione moaned breathlessly. Her hips were starting to roll into his.

Draco pinched Hermione's nipples hard, and she whimpered, pouting down at him. "Guess again," he said and smiled.

Hermione looked into the deep grey eyes of her husband and whispered, "Mine." She was rewarded with a hard thrust up and a playful twist of her nipples.

"Bloody well right it is." Draco smiled and pulled her down on top of him, kissing her soundly as he fucked her. The probing of his tongue was hot and hard as his cock drove into her again and again.

Hermione was quickly overwhelmed. The next thing she knew she was on her back, Draco still kissing her thoroughly. His cock was somehow encased in her completely, utterly still. It was maddening; she wanted to get fucked already. It had been a long time since she'd been properly laid out, and now that she was here, she was damn well going to get laid.

"Draco," she whined, breaking the kiss.

"Hermione," Draco responded, his voice heavy with lust.

"Fuck me."

Draco smirked and shook his head softly at her.

"Please?" Hermione asked, trying to be sweet and coy despite the fact that he was in her to the hilt.

Draco's eyes blazed but he didn't move.

Fine, if it's dirty talk he wants.... Hermione thought. "Draco, I need you to fuck me with that big, hard prick. It's time."

Draco shivered and began pumping slowly, using his whole length to tease her.

Hermione arched her back. It felt so good. "Yes, just like that. But harder. Fuck me harder, like you mean it!"

Draco's nostrils flared, and he smiled. His breathing was starting to get shallow. Unexpectedly, he flicked his hips into her, causing Hermione to shriek in delight, the pace quickly picking up.

"Mine," he growled, palming one of her breasts.

"Yes!" Hermione clutched at his arms and shoulders.

The squelching sound was back, and as Draco fucked her, trying new angles to see what was best, it only got louder. After a few minutes of experimentation, he hit her in just the right way and her back arched, an unexpected orgasm coming on hard and fast.

Feeling her clench around him, in addition to waiting all those hours, days, and years broke his control, and he shot his load into her with an almost pained grunt. He held her hips still as he came and came, and into the aftershocks. He relaxed on top of her, and they panted together for several minutes.

When their bodies were completely stuck together with sweat, Draco finally slipped out of her, rolling to lay at her side.

"'Mione?" Draco asked wearily.

"Hmm?" Hermione had just enough energy to turn her head and look at him.

"Did you want to use a charm...?" Draco trailed off and moved his hand to delicately rub her belly.

She was too dazed to pick up his meaning.

"If we don't wait to have the children we can... live like the others sooner," he offered quietly, remembering the stipulations that were in place to allow them to marry.

Hermione felt suddenly cold and cast the charm on herself before rolling to wrap herself around Draco's chest and pulling the blankets around them. "I think I can wait for heirs if you can," she whispered.

Draco smiled sleepily and stroked her hair. It had only taken nine years, but he had gotten Hermione, and she wasn't necessarily in a hurry to leave. At that moment, Draco couldn't be any happier.