"Ummph!"
Hermione gasped into his mouth, a small, helpless moan escaping her as his thick fingers spread over her asscheeks, gripping, parting, exploring. She trembled slightly in his grasp, but the tension faded as she melted, her body arching into his touch, offering herself up without resistance.
Dudley's fingertips drifted lower, teasing along the crease of her thighs until he found her soaked slit. He could feel her shudder, a choked whimper muffled against his lips as his fingers brushed over her dripping heat. He exhaled sharply, feeling the wetness coat his fingertips.
"Sit down, Hermione."
He didn't wait for her to react. His hands gripped her waist and guided her back onto the chair. Her wide, innocent eyes flicked up at him, her lips still kiss-swollen, her breath uneven.
Dudley smirked, he dropped to his knees in front of her. Without a word, he grabbed the waistband of her panties and slid them down her thighs, past her knees, until they slipped off her ankles entirely. The soft fabric dangled from his fingers for a brief moment before he carelessly tossed them aside.
He wasted no time and placed her legs on his broad shoulders, his grip possessive as he wrapped his strong arms around her lower hips, securing her against him. Then he pushed up her skirt, bunching the fabric at her waist, stripping away the last barrier between his hungry gaze and what he wanted most.
Hermione gasped with a soft, startled yelp as her hand flew between her legs, instinctively shielding herself from his view.
But Dudley wasn't having that. With a smirk, he leaned in, and instead of pushing her hand away, he lowered his lips directly onto them; onto the trembling fingers hiding her most intimate place.
A kiss.
His warm breath ghosted over her damp thighs, making her shudder, making her thighs twitch around his head. Slowly, he looked up, his gaze locking onto hers. His smile widened.
Before she could protest, he took control, sliding his hands down to her waist and pulling her forward. Her ass slid off the chair, barely resting on its edge now, her back arching beautifully against the seat as her legs dangled high on his shoulders. She was completely at his mercy, exposed and vulnerable in the most delicious way.
"Let me taste you, Hermione."
She hesitated, her fingers twitching between her thighs, but the heat in his gaze, the sheer dominance in the way he held her, broke whatever resistance she had left. Slowly, hesitantly, she moved her hand away, her lips parting as she bit down nervously.
Dudley's eyes gleamed as he took in the sight before him.
Her pussy was soft, untouched, glistening with arousal. A delicate patch of curls crowned the top, neatly kept, leading down to the tight, deep pink folds of her virgin slit. Wetness glistened her entrance, proof of her arousal. Her tiny kernel of love was still hidden but waiting for his attention, waiting for him to explore every inch of her.
Dudley didn't hesitate. His grip tightened around her thighs as he lowered his head between them, dragging his tongue teasingly over her sensitive skin before finally pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss against her dripping petals.
"Aaaah!"
Hermione gasped, her entire body jolting as his tongue slipped between her folds, savoring her.
He groaned into her pussy, the vibrations making her squirm as he licked deeper, swirling his tongue over her needy little clit before dragging it back down to her entrance. He wasn't going to take her virginity just yet, but that didn't mean he wouldn't push her to the edge with nothing but his mouth. But it wasn't enough; he needed to see her body trembling under his touch.
As he feasted on her, his hands moved. He slid them up her waist, finding the hem of her sweater and shoving it up to her neck. Then, his fingers popped out her shirt buttons, parting the fabric to her heaving chest. With a rough tug, he pushed her bra up, exposing her small, perky breasts.
Her nipples were already hard, and he didn't leave them waiting. His large hands cupped her bare flesh, thumbs stroking over her peaks before giving them a teasing pinch.
Hermione whimpered, her body completely helpless in his arms. She couldn't move with her legs spread wide over his shoulders, she was at his mercy. And she could do nothing but watch.
Watch as he looked up at her, his eyes filled with hunger.
Watch as his lips curled into a smirk against her soaked pussy.
Watch as he played with her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, tugging just enough to make her gasp and squirm in pleasure.
"Uhhnnnn…" She let out a shaky mewl, her hands flying to his arms, gripping desperately before sliding up to his hair, combing through the strands, tugging at him. She didn't even know if she was trying to push him away or pull him closer.
And he wasn't stopping until she broke.
The pressure built too fast, the pleasure overwhelming. The relentless flicks of his tongue against her clit, the way his lips sealed around it and sucked, the rough pinches on her nipples. It all sent her spiraling into something uncontrollable.
"Dudleee-eh..!! Ahhh!" A sharp cry ripped from her throat, his name spilling from her lips as she came. Hard.
Her thighs quivered. Her stomach clenched. Her entire body trembled, back arching, pussy clenching around his tongue, but caught nothing as waves of pleasure crashed through her. The world blurred around her as she let out a desperate, shuddering moan, riding out her orgasm with ragged breaths.
"Ooooh… mmm!"
Dudley didn't stop until he had tasted every last drop of her nectar, his tongue lapping up her juices as they soaked his face. It was worth it to hear those lovely moans. He savored the sweetness before finally pulling away, licking his lips as he stood to his full height.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a handkerchief and casually wiped his chin, his eyes never leaving her flushed, panting form. Her legs spread wide, that beautiful, soaked pussy quivering still.
Hermione, still trembling, still reeling, sat back weakly in the chair. Her sweaty, glistening breasts rose and fell in sharp breaths. But she wasn't done. Her hands reached out, fumbling for his belt, her fingers desperate to return the favor.
Dudley caught her wrist before she could undo it.
She looked up at him, confusion flickering in her dazed eyes.
Instead of answering, he leaned down, cupping her face, and captured her lips in a slow, deep kiss.
She whimpered into his mouth, tasting herself on his tongue. Warm, musky, sinful.
When he finally pulled away, his lips hovered just above hers as he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction, "Let's save something for next time, Hermione. It's getting late now."
"But… We won't be meeting again until the end of the Easter holidays," Hermione blurted, only to blush hard at the realization of how desperate she sounded.
Dudley cupped her flushed face, capturing her lips with a slow, deep kiss once again. He sucked on her lower lip, teasing, drawing out a needy whimper from her throat. His breath was hot against her mouth as he tilted his head, deepening it, making sure she felt every ounce of his hunger.
When he finally pulled away, his lips hovered just above hers, their breaths mingling, the heat between them still smoldering.
"The wait only makes it more exciting."
"Hmm…" A little dejected but understanding, Hermione nodded, standing up. "L-Let's go then."
"We should." He said and stood closer to her, his hands buttoning her shirt while she awkwardly stared up at his face. "What are you looking at?"
"Just… Wondering." Hermione muttered, willingly landing her hands on his shoulder so he could fix her shirt easily. "Wondering how deep I've fallen into this mess."
"So I'm a mess?" He asked back, teasing her.
"I didn't mean that! I mean… I don't know why I feel this way about you."
Dudley finished buttoning her shirt and then lowered her sweater from above her breasts. But he kept his hands lingering on her waist. "And what do you feel about me?"
Hermione pursed her lips and looked down. "J-Just… Lust!"
Chuckling, Dudley kissed her forehead and then passed her book to her. "Congrats, you're a human."
"And you're such a tease!" She pouted and smacked her book on his arm. "You're a rogue womanizer."
He smirked devilishly. "That I might be."
"You!"
Bickering, laughing, and messing with each other, the two left the Arithmancy room and returned to their normal lives. Acting as if they were just friends.
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