DYLAN
The morning feels like it's slowing down, just the way I want it. After breakfast, we end up on the couch. The black-and-white movie is playing, but I couldn't care less about the plot. Not when Hermione is curled up next to me, her head nestled into the crook of my neck. Every little thing she does keeps pulling me in deeper—how she laughs at the dumbest scenes, how her lips twitch when she makes some quiet commentary I can barely hear.
"You know you're ruining the plot," I murmur, my voice light with amusement.
She doesn't even look at me, eyes glued to the screen. "You like it."
I do. I like the way her mouth runs almost as much as I like having her lips on mine. Maybe more.
I can feel the heat between us, thickening the air. She's so close I can almost taste her.
I shift, turning slightly so I'm facing her, my lips grazing her ear as I whisper, "You know, I think we could make this moment even better."
Her eyes flick to mine, a playful gleam in them. "Oh really?"
Before she can tease me back, I close the distance between us, pressing my lips to hers. The kiss is slow, deliberate—almost too slow, but I need to feel every second of it. I've been fighting the urge to kiss her all morning, and now that I have her here, I can't stop myself. I just hope I don't lose control and finally have her today but really she has been teasing me all morning with that shirt and now her breath on my neck was my limit for today. I have to at least have a taste of her. I have to know how her pussy smells and tastes and how much I can get her wet for me.
Her lips are soft, warm, and everything I've imagined them to be. Her taste lingers on my tongue as I pull her even closer, my hands sliding to her waist, feeling the smoothness of her skin beneath the hem of her shirt. I deepen the kiss, hearing her soft moans of the pleasure am giving her, and I can't help but smile against her lips.
"Do you know what you her doing to me babe" i kissed her again biting down on her neck
She tilts her head up to meet my gaze. "Maybe."
I shift, turning slightly so I'm facing her, my arm stretching along the back of the couch. Her eyes flick to mine, curiosity dancing there.
"Come here," I murmur.
She doesn't hesitate. Hermione shifts onto my lap, straddling me—she swings both legs over the side of mine, curling into me like it's the most natural thing in the world. One of her arms loops loosely around my neck while the other rests on my chest. She leans her head against my shoulder, her body warm and soft and fucking perfect against mine.
It's intimate in a way that punches the air from my lungs. Like she's been doing this for years. Like I've been waiting for her to do exactly this all my life.
"You know, I think we could make this moment even better," I say, brushing my nose lightly along her temple.
"Do you want me to make you cum" I asked because I will never do anything she's not comfortable doing with me and as far as I know she's pretty inexperienced. I trace wet, hot kisses down her neck making her a moaning mess. When she didn't answer I asked again.
"If you want me too, you've got to answer when I ask you something Hermione or I will stop" I keep up with my assault on her neck making her on able to answer me. I gently grasped the first button of her shirt open and asked her again.
"Hermione, if you don't answer my question in the next 10 seconds I am going to stop, now do you want me to make you cum darling". That's when she answered inaudibly but I still hear it.
"Yes please"
"I can't hear you babe, do you want me to stop", I can hear her perfectly the first time but i need to hear her beg again and she did.
"Dylan please don't stop please please make me cum" and that exactly what I did.
I started licking and sulking from the top of her chest from the button I opened early on her shirt and walked my way down on her opening all the remaining buttons. Her breast is the first thing I noticed and I dive in, licking, nipping and latching her nipple as if my life depended on it. I move down after pampering both breasts with attention.
We changed our position with her sitting on the couch with both her legs wide apart and me kneeling on the tiled floor and I gave her exactly what she wanted. I lost count of how many times I made her come, with my fingers and my tongue, until she was begging me she can't anymore when I realized her.
I picked her up bridal style, took her to the bathroom and cleaned her up and to get ready for bed but she insist she wants to go back to the sitting room and continue the movie no matter how much I told her to just get some sleep she won't listen and i can't exactly say no to that face especially when she's looking at me with that big puppy eyes so movie it is.
The movie continues to play in the background, but it's nothing more than noise now. I'm completely lost in the feel of Hermione. The way she makes my heart race, the way she pulls me in without even trying.
After a while, she pulls away just enough to look around the room. She's still on my lap, her body closed, her hand resting on my chest.
"I never really thought you'd be the kind of guy with a bookshelf full of old photos," she says, her voice soft.
I laugh quietly, but there's a hint of something more behind it. "You'd be surprised what I have stashed around here."
She slides off my lap and moves toward the bookshelf, her fingers trailing over the spines of the books. But it's a photograph she picks up, one of me as a kid, my mom's arms wrapped around me.
"Is this you?" she asks, holding it up with a teasing grin.
"Unfortunately," I answer, trying to hide my embarrassment.
Her smile widens. "You were cute."
"Were?" I raise an eyebrow.
She laughs softly. "Okay. Are. But you peaked early."
I scoff, but I can't help but feel a warmth settle inside me. She's here. She sees me. Not just the powerful man I've built, but the kid who used to be in that picture. It's strange, letting her see this side of me. But I want her to. She's earned it.
"Does that mean I'm no longer cute?" I ask, my voice teasing.
She shakes her head, eyes bright with amusement. "No. You're still cute. But I'm not going to let you forget it."
I reach for her, pulling her back into my arms, a smile playing at the corner of my lips.
But then something shifts—softly, slowly. The lightness, the playful teasing, it fades into something deeper. Something more real.
"This place used to echo," I tell her quietly, more than I intended to say, but the words are there now.
She looks up at me, confusion in her eyes. "It's beautiful," she says, like she doesn't understand what I mean.
I nod, my thumb brushing her arm. "It was empty."
Her eyes soften, and she doesn't say anything at first. Instead, she simply reaches for my hand under the blanket, her fingers curling around mine. It's a small gesture, but it feels like the world.
No words. Just warmth. She's here. And that's enough.