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“A little impatient?” she said chuckling. “You’ll rip the dress you bought.”
“I’ll buy you another one,” he quipped with a smile, hardly caring when he tore a couple of the laces. She laughed at his words as he pulled the gown off her shoulders.
God, he loved her, and he wanted this moment more than anything. He’d been imagining it for too long, tortured by the thought of it, that every touch she gave him, from the light fingers in his hair to the peck at the top of his neck, all drove him mad.
He pulled the gown off her, throwing the wet material down on the ground of the cave as a cover before going for her corset, urging her to turn around, so he could do that next. Hermione giggled as he worked. “You’ll tear everything at this rate!”
“Then I’ll buy you new everything,” he said, chuckling too. Soon the corset was gone, and she was left in just the shift.
“Your turn,” she said cheekily, turning back around to him with her fingers reaching for the waistcoat. He helped her, going for the cravat as she did the waistcoat. With the material quickly gone, the shirt went next, leaving him exposed. Her hands were surprisingly delicate as she ran them down his chest, making him growl in the back of his throat at her touch.
As they moved their lips together, he heard her gasp, then watched as she glanced down at the area between his hips. His arousal was evident, hard, ready and fighting against the material of his trousers. She brushed a hand against him through the trousers, making him moan. She laughed at the sound.
“It’s a good job this beach is so empty,” she giggled.
“Right now, I wouldn’t care if it was full.” His words made her laugh some more as he pulled her away from the cave wall and urged her down onto the ground, on top of the damp dress. He tore off her shift, leaving her exposed.
With his body over hers, he kissed her again, starting with her lips before travelling down her neck, her body and across her hips. He’d tormented her with the promise of what he was about to do once before. Now that he knew she loved him, he was determined to show her what a thrill it could be. He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder then bent down toward her, kissing her center.
As Antony’s lips and tongue connected with her, Hermione found moans falling from her lips. His movements were starting a thrill that was burning in her lower stomach, making her yearn to rock her hips against him a little more, needing even more of the friction he was creating.
When his hand came up to join his lips, pushing inside of her, her body couldn’t take the passion of it all. She was quickly sent over the edge, quivering and moaning his name as her body convulsed around him. He worked her throughout the high, still kissing her, until she was a trembling mess.
He lifted himself above her, placing his hands either side of her head on the ground as he smiled at her.
“I… I didn’t think that would be so…” she was struggling to breathe between her panting breaths.
“So…?” he prompted her on with that mischievous smile.
“Fishing for compliments?”
“Maybe a little,” he said, then reached down toward his trousers, unbuttoning them. She lost all thoughts of words and looked down, waiting with anticipation. When he pulled back his trousers, just a little further down on his hips, he revealed his length. She gasped, and she started trembling a little again. “Don’t be afraid.”
“I’m not afraid,” she said hurriedly. “It’s just… It will hurt, won’t it?”
“Just the first time,” he said, lowering himself back down to her. He placed a sweet kiss to her lips then followed the tender kiss with more like it that travelled across her cheeks and up her nose, right to her forehead. “I promise, it will be worth it.”
He hovered there, with his lips over her forehead as she felt him line himself up with her entrance, then he thrust forward. The sudden pain made Hermione squeal. A tear leaked out of her eye, but Antony kissed it away. The softness, surprising and gentle, made her hands reach up toward him and wrap around his neck, holding her down to him.
“I love you,” she whispered to him, needing to say it now of all moments.
“I love you too,” he said, placing one more kiss to her lips before he moved his hips. The abrupt soreness had gone, and as Antony moved, a pleasure replaced it.
It was more intense than what Antony had showed her before. This time with each thrust of his hips, she tried to meet his energy, finding her legs spreading wider around his hips from the sheer need to be nearer to him. He reared up above her, planting his hands down either side of her head, the better to keep thrusting into her.
Hermione settled her hands on his stomach, feeling the muscle there move as she marveled at the sensations inside of her. The sheer excitement of the moment was making sweat build down her shoulder blades and across her stomach. She was so certain she was climbing that height to reach the pinnacle again when Antony reached down to her.
“Your turn,” he said with that smile of his before looping an arm under her and turning them over. In one fluid movement, he rolled them so that he was on his back over the dress, and she was above him. She had to adjust to realize what position he had put her in.
She was straddling him, with her legs either side of his hips. His hands went to her hips and caressed them for a moment.
“My turn?” she asked, unable to keep the smile from her face.
“Do what you like,” he said with temptation.
She experimented, rocking her hips against his at first when he tipped his head back and moaned. After that, she tried something else, lifting herself off him and then bringing her body back down to his. He seemed to like this even more.
She repeated the movement over and over again, aware as the thrills coursed through her that she was getting nearer to those heights of pleasure once more. His name fell from her lips more than once as she began to struggle to keep moving above him.
