the most wonderful compliment he had ever given her. She gave him a watery smile. Her smile went into hiding when he undid his trousers, tossed them to a corner and then stepped into the shower stall.
She forgot how he was about nudity. Or rather, how he wasn't. Summoning up some fresh courage, she dropped her shirt on the floor and joined him.
As anticipated, the hot water was heavenly. Hermione closed her eyes and let the water run over her head, shoulders and back. Draco was lightly rubbing her upper arms, leaving a discreet distance between them.
Hermione wanted to smile at his obvious hesitance, but there wasn't much humour left. She was quite sure her eyes had glazed over.
"You get under too," she said, thickly.
The shower head was set a bit too low for him, so he tilted it upwards and stepped under the spray. They were now body to body and she revelled in the feel of his unabashed erection pressing up against the curve of her belly. He was hotter than the water, if that was possible. He was hard and alive and oh so very real. She looked up at him, feeling happy and scared and light-headed.
"I am afraid you know," she admitted. "Just a little."
His hands politely held her to him just above her backside, his thumbs massaging the base of her spine leisurely. "Me too."
She stood on her toes to kiss him since he seemed determine to be so frustratingly cautious.
Hermione felt the change in him instantly. Tension sprang in his arms as if a switch had been flicked on. His right thigh moved to corral her closer to him. He picked her up off the ground and pinned her against the tiled wall of the shower stall.
Her legs automatically wrapped around his waist, her head thrown back as he kissed and sucked down her throat after leaving her mouth. The water beat down his back, steam billowed everywhere and the heat at once became overwhelming where it was once pleasurable. Hermione felt like she was drowning in the thick, hot air.
Her hands were at his shoulders, though she didn't really need to support herself seeing as he was holding her weight up rather efficiently. His hands held her around her ribcage under her breasts. He wasn't just looking at her face anymore. No more politeness. He meant to take what he wanted to take. Lifting her higher, he sucked at her breasts, running his tongue around each areola before punctuating the intimate caress with sharp tugs at her nipple.
Hermione gasped, feeling a jolt of electricity shoot all the way from her nipples down to her toes.
"Ahh...oh God. Draco."
Draco hovered over her mouth again, his head slightly tilted. He stared down at her through heavy, wet lashes.
"Stop?" He licked his lips. She wanted to lick them too. And then she did. That was enough of an answer for him.
Hermione wound her hands tight around his neck. "Please, I want all of you. Now, Draco."
"All of me?" he asked, and there was a definite lascivious sparkle in his eyes now as he dragged his palm over her hip to her thigh, raising her leg even higher around his waist.
The blunt head of his cock was poised over the soft, entrance to her body. "Are you sure, Granger?" He nudged forward and his cock split her open, only a little. It was torture.
Her reply was a whimper.
She was so ready she felt like the slightest well-aimed pressure between her legs was liable to send her over the edge. They may as well have been cast adrift from the real world. There was nothing else to think about, nothing else to consider except the need to hold him inside her.
And still he held back. But his resistance was taking a toll on him as well. His breathing was ragged and there was a wildness now in his eyes that thrilled her. She wanted to push herself onto him, impale herself all the way down until there was nothing left of him outside of her.
Draco slid his hand down between their slick bodies. Her head fell to his shoulder as she felt the rough pads of two fingers began to create a wonderful friction where she needed it most badly. She bucked against him.
"Oh." She was so close. Her nails dug into his shoulders. He stopped his rhythmical caressing and instead pressed his fingers against her. She wanted him to move.