As promised, the third chapter…It's rated M for a good reason, so if you are under age, or don't want to read the naughty bits, skip this chapter!
Now on to chapter three!
He restrained her wrists in one large hand, kissed her palm, and nipped her lovely neck. "You'll get what you want love, I promise. There's no rush tonight." He indulged her when she moved her head for a kiss, and lost track of time as he plundered her mouth and caressed her body.
He let her wrists go and moved to kiss his way up her thighs as she moaned her appreciation; he gave the petals of her moist center a long lick. She shuddered and Severus surmised that her ex-husband (emphasis on the ex…Severus couldn't help gloating inside his head) was either not fond of giving oral stimulation or not talented…either way…the more fool he.
Severus teased her folds with his mouth; he grazed the delicate tissue ever-so-lightly with his teeth before entering her with his tongue. He traced her clit with feathery touches as he tasted her. The goal was not to bring her quickly…she'd had too many quick shags. The goal was to overwhelm her senses. Long wet licks, gentile sucking, and firm, light touches stoked the fire inside her, making her writhe and scream as he watched, delighted with his work.
She was close to coming undone as he slid two wet digits into her tight channel. Her body clamped down and she came so hard she would have pushed his fingers out if he hadn't held them in.
Panting, sweaty, and glowing, the woman was a marvelous sight. He lay beside her, kissing the soft skin of her shoulders as she learned to breathe again.
The idea that Ron Weasley had made love to her was almost sacrilegious, akin to allowing someone to finger-paint over a Monet.
He ran his hands over her stomach and dipped between her legs again. Her inner walls fluttered at the invasion of his finger, their silken heat clutching and pulling.
He leaned up and licked her ear. "Now, what part of me did you want inside you witch?"
She groaned and pulled him closer for a searing kiss as he moved between her legs. The heat from her core was incredible.
She took him in her hand and positioned him at her entrance.
He bit back an inarticulate moan as he slipped inside of her, fighting the urge to let go like a fourteen year old virgin the second he felt her hot sheath around him.
To think, the chimes, that ridiculous ovulation monitor she'd set up…had led to this….
Damn, damn, and double damn. He hadn't even thought about casting a contraception charm. His wand was in the sitting room downstairs.
She was ovulating. His mind started working furiously, considering the possible implications.
The powerful fertility potions he'd brewed at her request were still active.
Severus had no doubts as to his own reproductive health. Hermione had been 'considering all options' in her pursuit of a baby…including adoption and sperm donation. Severus doubted that she'd informed Weasley of her inquiries.
When Severus had happened upon the paperwork for possible sperm donors on her desk from St. Mungo's fertility division, he'd made up his mind. He'd called himself a fool dozens of times, but in the end he'd done the diagnostic test to evaluate his own fertility as he'd watched her continued efforts to conceive.
He hadn't approached her, but he'd been laying the ground work for two months. He'd convinced himself that he was willing to be a donor if that was the only way for her to have the child she craved. He was determined to be her choice if she went that route. It would have been both heaven and hell…to see her with his child in her belly while Weasley played the father. It wasn't what he really wanted, but it might have been enough.
But now he was buried in her, self-control strained to the breaking point as those fantasies of watching her grow ripe with his child played in his mind.
He took possession of her mouth, fighting himself.
She wrapped her legs around him, tilting her pelvis slightly; the new angle was better for both of them.
He tried to summon his wand wordlessly but he couldn't focus. He groaned and stilled his movement.
"Hermione…"
He told himself later that he could have stopped, at least long enough to find his wand, but she chose that moment to clinch her inner muscles around him and bite the sensitive scar on his neck. His vision went white as he unconsciously bucked into her body, thrusting himself against her sensitized flesh.
They went over the edge together, moaning in harmony.
He came back to himself and pressed soft kisses over her face, into her hair, on her swollen mouth.
He rolled off of her, fearing his weight might be uncomfortable. She made a little noise of dismay as he pulled out. He cradled her to his chest. She snuggled close to him and pressed sweet kisses along his pale chest.
He held her close, dreading what the morning might hold.
AN: I really hope this story is making sense. I'm completely done in. I'd love to say I'm done with moving…but I'm not. The move from Hades continues. I'll post again Friday…the way this story is going it may take a few chapters to finish up.
