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Lucius massaged Hermione's breasts as his lips played about hers, never quite giving her the kisses she was after. Finally, with a sigh of exasperation, she grabbed his head to hold it still, and proceeded to put her tongue down his throat. He didn't know whether to laugh or groan, but he simply held on for dear life as he let her have her way.
"Hermione, slow down," he finally told her. "I want to make sure you're ready, and this thing is feeling awfully randy at the moment."
Hermione tried not to chuckle at the word he'd just used, though she was certain it had been his intention that she would.
"I told you too much anticipation can be troublesome," she whispered against his lips. "Maybe you should find a better use for your mouth if you want me ready enough for-for that thing."
Lucius chuckled at her, and asked, "Just where did you want my tongue to be, my darling?"
He kissed down to her nipples and gave them a taste.
"A bit lower," she coaxed him, and he kissed down to her belly button, stopping to look up at her inquisitively. "Lower," she said again, and sighed with satisfaction as his tongue found her most private of places. "Mmm, yes. That's the spot. Oh, Lucius, yes, please!"
"That's what I love about you, my dear," he said as he licked. "You're always so polite."
"Mmm, don't talk with your mouth full," she teased him, and they both giggled before he set to his task in a much more ardent manner.
Hermione's hands slid down into his hair, roughing it up as he moved against her. "Oh, oh, don't make me come, baby," she begged. "I want you in me when I come."
"You can always come more than once, love," he pointed out.
"Please, Lucius, I want you inside me," she begged him.
"You're so sweet, my little wife," he told her as he moved up her body, kissing her here and there along the way. "And so damned sexy. I could deny you nothing tonight."
He put a finger inside her wetness, testing how ready she would be for him. She was so very tight, he put another finger in with the first and tried to stretch her a bit first, but Hermione was having none of it.
"Take me, Lucius," she pleaded again.
"I don't want it to hurt," he told her. "Let me get you ready a bit first."
"I'm as ready as I'll ever be," she complained as she tugged on his arms. "I need to feel you inside me. I can't wait any more."
"All right," he said as he kissed her sweet mouth again. "Wrap your legs around me, sweetheart. There you are. Okay, I'm going to try it
now."
He met with a great deal of resistance as he began to push into her, and then they both heard a popping sound, and Hermione's eyes went round as he slid the rest of the way in. He could tell she was trying to be brave, but it must have hurt like hell by the sound of it. Lucius wiped the tears from her eyes and kissed her on her brow. He discovered beads of sweat forming there.
"Sweetheart, are you okay?" he asked her worriedly.
Hermione tried to speak, but got out little more than a squeak, and more tears filled her eyes.
"I tried to warn you," he said uncertainly, and kissed her cheeks and her mouth, then pushed wild strands of hair out of her eyes. "Let's try moving a bit. It might help."
Hermione nodded, then wrapped her arms around his back to hold him closer, burying her face into his shoulder. They both started to move, slowly at first, and then with increased fervor as she began to relax. Lucius knew for sure that she was all right when a small moan escaped that sounded more like pleasure than pain.
"You like that?" he asked, moving so he could see her face. Her eyes were hooded, and her jaw had gone slack as she moaned again. "How about this?" he asked as he tried a variation on what he was currently doing.
Hermione was completely shocked by the difference, and she practically screamed his name. For a moment he wondered if he'd hurt her again, but when she began to move with him, panting as they went, he was pretty sure he had found the right spot.
He felt her nails digging in as she tried to take more of him into herself, and Lucius willingly complied. To hell with taking it easy on her, he decided as she continued her onslaught. He was going to give her what she was asking for. With a groan of absolute pleasure, he began to pound into her, and Hermione met him thrust for thrust with a wantonness that took him completely by surprise.
"Oh, you little vixen," he teased her, switching his position so he could move more easily within her and play with her breasts while he was at it. "I'll show you what it truly means to be randy."
"Yes, Lucius, show me, please," she begged him, her hands on his hips now, helping him along. "Oh! Lucius, you feel so damned good!"
"Hermione, you feel too good," he groaned. "I don't know how much longer I can wait."
"Don't wait," she whispered. "You're the one who told me we could come more than once, go ahead and do it."
Lucius laughed, and answered, "It's a bit more complicated for men to do that, my dear."
"I doubt that," she said, raking her nails gently down his delectable arse.
"Oh, sweetheart, no, not yet!" he groaned, but she could feel it as he pumped into her, filling her insides with hot, sensual liquid. She'd never felt anything like it-it seemed like just because it was inside her everything felt a thousand times more powerful than it had before. She came almost right after him, reveling in the fact that he didn't seem to have slowed down even a little after he let go.
"He's never done that before," Lucius told her as he realized he could keep right on going. "You really are a little witch, my love."
"Told you so," she teased him, and then the two of them set to their second bout of lovemaking with a great deal more stamina than they had their first, moving together for what seemed like hours on end, trying out different things to see what their partner liked, whispering sweet nothings, and later on words of encouragement as they came closer to completion.
"You are so beautiful, Hermione," Lucius told her. "Let me make you come again."
"Yes, Lucius, I want you to come inside me again," she answered as he twisted one of her nipples. His other hand slid down between them to play with her clit, making her practically scream as the walls of her womanhood clamped down around him.
"Oh yes, Hermione! Yes, yes!"
Hermione's voice joined his as the two keened in release, then snuggled up together for some much deserved rest. It was only just that moment that Hermione realized just how incredibly comfortable Lucius's very big bed was. Cradled in her husband's strong arms, she soon fell fast asleep.
Lucius watched her for a long time before he slept as well. He couldn't get over how happy he was, holding this beautiful woman in his arms. He thought about how grateful he was to Lord Voldemort for finally dying so he, himself, could live. It was an odd thought to have, but one he found impossible to deny. If not for all the things that had happened in the past, a future with his new bride would never have been.
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