A/N: Remember that M Rating? It's for chapters like this one. Thanks as always for the reviews!
Chapter 29: Daydreams
"Can I see it?"
Severus could hear the lust in Hermione's voice, saw her tongue dart out to wet her lips.
For weeks he'd been imagining having her in his house, thinking of all the things he might do to her, what she might do to him, what they might do together. Now she was standing here, asking to see his bedroom.
This was not how he had planned things. He thought they might have a cup of tea, read, have dinner, and then maybe have a snog on the couch before bed. But who was he to deny his witch if this is what she wanted after her arrival? And here in his home there was no one watching, no one judging what they did together.
Hermione was peering up at him under hooded eyelids, apparently waiting for an answer. He felt his cock twitch as it began to harden in his trousers, and he nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
Hermione took his hand and tugged him towards the hall. He watched her beautiful bottom as she walked the few steps across the space and opened the door, leading him into his bedroom.
Had he ever seen the place before? It looked suddenly new with Hermione in the centre of it; the sage green walls looked a little brighter, the bed a little larger, a little more enticing. What a wonderful bedroom he had!
Hermione wasted no time and jumped into the middle of his cream-coloured sheets, looking at him with rosy cheeks, her bottom lip between her teeth. She's on my bed. On my bed!
Good Gods, and she looks amazing on it.
Taking off his socks, Severus sat on the edge of the bed next to her, one leg folded under him, the other hanging over the edge, not really knowing how to proceed. Did she want him to ravish her? Or did she want him to wait and let her lead? In the end he sat, not wanting to be too forward.
He swallowed as Hermione scooted forward until their thighs were touching. He could only stare, his heart thumping loudly in his chest, as she put one hand on his chest, the other pushing into the hair behind his head, and he closed his eyes as she leaned in to kiss him.
Her mouth tasted faintly of pumpkin pasties and something that was distinctly Hermione, and it didn't take long for Severus to lose himself in the feeling of her lips and tongue and hands. Soon they were lying side-by-side, somehow having become naked in the process, his erection laying against her thigh, her soft breasts against his chest.
"Severus," Hermione whispered, breaking their kiss, her small hands running over his shoulders. "I, um... I started taking a Contraceptive Potion," she said, her large brown eyes looking up at him tentatively.
Distracted as he was by the proximity of her naked body, it took a few moments for his brain to register what she'd said, but when it did, his eyes flew open. His brain turned into a skipping record that screamed, 'Sex!'
"Hermione, I—I thought you wanted to take things slow?" asked Severus, his voice coming out hoarse.
"I—I know," said Hermione, her voice slightly wobbly. "I just—I thought…with me being here…"
Severus blinked. Was she only in his bed because of some sense of obligation? Because she thought it was what he expected from her? No, no that won't do.
He pushed away so a cold breeze slipped between their naked bodies. "Just because you're staying with me for the holidays, does not mean I expect you to have sex with me," he said flatly, his face serious. "We don't have to do this."
Hermione's face crumpled noticeably, and Severus was suddenly worried he'd said the wrong thing.
"Oh Merlin, I'm so stupid," said Hermione, tears starting to form in her eyes. "I'm sorry! I just thought… I've been daydreaming about this for weeks and I wanted to… and I thought you'd want it too, but this isn't... we agreed—I'm sorry! Please just forget I said anything."
She covered her face with her hands, and Severus felt a stab of guilt. What a bloody fool you are! The witch wanted him, had been brave enough to tell him, and he'd gone and made her cry.
"Hermione, I apologize," he said, feeling slightly frantic. Hermione hesitantly uncovered her face. Her eyes were pink and puffy, dampness visible on her cheeks. Even in her despair she looked beautiful to Severus.
"I don't think I articulated myself correctly. It's not that I don't I want to have sex with you—of course I do. I love you, and you do have a rather noticeable effect on my body," he said, glancing down to his still-hard member, which he was trying somewhat unsuccessfully not to jab into her leg, and Hermione gave a small smile. "I meant only that I don't want you to think you have to do anything with me while you're here. I have no expectations. I'll be happy even if all we do is kiss."
"Just kiss?" asked Hermione quietly.
"We can go farther if you'd like," said Severus, "but we only get one first time, and I—well, we don't need to rush. It should be special."
Hermione nodded, sniffling. "Of course it will be special," she said softly, staring at her fingers, which were tangling themselves into the black patch of hair on his chest. "It will be with you."
Severus's heart thumped happily at her words, and then he sucked in a breath as Hermione pressed herself into him, kissing his collarbone and running her leg deliberately against his erection. "I'd like to go farther," she whispered.
"You've been daydreaming, you said?" asked Severus, buying himself some time to contemplate how far he thought they should go, even as the burn of desire spread itself through his body.
"Mhmm," Hermione hummed in affirmation, pressing herself a little closer, but still not meeting his eyes. A soft flush crept up her cheeks. "It's been very distracting."
"For me as well," said Severus in agreement.
"You've been dreaming too?" asked Hermione hopefully, peering up at him, her breath coming in warm puffs against his chest. He wanted to kiss her badly, but refrained.
"Mhmm," Severus purred, tracing his fingers lightly down her back, making her tremble. He smiled. He wasn't sure they were ready to make love just yet, but perhaps it was time to prove how much he wanted her.
Very carefully he pushed Hermione onto her back so he was perched over top of her, holding himself up on his elbows.
"Oh!" Hermione squeaked, her eyes going wide. She automatically spread her legs, but Severus left his erection pressing into the mattress, reminded heavily of a night almost half a year ago when he was in a similar position near the Black Lake.
"I've been dreaming of you every day," he said, letting his voice rumble deeply between them. "Of kissing your lips." He leaned forward and pressed his lips gently to hers, determined to take his time with this. She let out a soft whimper as he nudged his tongue into her mouth, ignoring the line of blinding heat forming in his body where their skin touched. He lingered at her lips for a minute, and then pulled away.
"Of tasting your skin," he purred, dropping his lips to her neck and trailing soft kisses down her pulse and then down the centre of her chest. Her hands came to his shoulders, her breath growing quick and ragged as he progressed downwards between her cleavage.
"Of worshipping your breasts." He kissed the underside of her right breast, which elicited a soft moan from Hermione. He switched to the other before take a hardened nipple into his mouth, lathing it with his tongue while pinching her other nipple between his fingertips, loving the way her body arched upwards against his touch. Leaving her trembling, he continued his path downwards, trailing soft kisses across her belly.
"I've wanted to touch you so badly," he whispered when he could feel the course curls of her mound brushing against his chin. He knelt between her legs, let his fingertips brush against the soft pink flesh of her sex, and Hermione sucked in a breath, her eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks.
"If you want me to stop, just say so," he said, not wanting to push her too far, despite her talk of Contraceptive Potions.
"Keep going," Hermione breathed, sounding drunk with desire. Her eyes hooded and sparkling, her hair splayed in a violent halo around her head; she looked like a wild amazon. Gorgeous.
Severus used two fingers to spread her lips farther, using his other hand to trace a finger tentatively over her flesh, memorizing the shape of her. So soft. So wet. So lovely. He wanted to to plunge into her depths, but restrained. He would ignore his desires forever if it meant pleasuring Hermione.
He felt her opening, wet and inviting, and followed it upwards to the top of the V of flesh, knowing that was where he would find the little button that would give her the most pleasure.
"A little higher," Hermione panted, and he followed her instructions, finding a hard little nub, barely bigger than a pea, and he pressed it gently and flicked his finger back and forth across it.
"Yesssss," Hermione hissed. Pleased with her reaction, he flicked her clit again, pressing a little harder this time, and Hermione's legs twitched around him. Eventually he found a rhythm, loving the whimpers and moans coming from Hermione's throat as he fingered her clit.
"Oh, Gods," Hermione gasped. "Oh, Gods, don't stop, Severus. Please, don't stop."
Heeding her call, but desperate to find out what she felt like inside, and slipped the finger of his other hand into her centre. She was tight and warm and so, so wet, and he carefully added another, feeling her stretch to accommodate the increased girth.
Oh, Gods, she feels bloody amazing, he thought, imagining burying his cock inside her. Heaven. It will be heaven.
He'd done enough reading to know there was a soft spongy spot up against her abdomen that would bring her pleasure, and he drove to find it, pressing his fingers upwards and back.
"Oh, Severus!" moaned Hermione, and he pumped his fingers against her again, finding the rhythm and the places she liked, both hands working away until he could feel her unwinding beneath his touch, her breathing becoming more rapid as her fists clenched tightly into the sheets.
"Oh, Severus… Oh! Oh Gods, Severus! OH!" she moaned, and he felt her shudder against him, her channel clenching his fingers tightly as she orgasmed. He watched her face, which was screwed up as if in pain, her mouth hanging open slightly, her head and chest arched backwards, thrusting her breasts into the air.
It was the most beautiful fucking thing he'd ever seen.
When her orgasm had waned, Severus slipped his fingers from her folds, and then pulled himself over her once more, kissing her deeply.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered against her lips. "So lovely."
They kissed languorously for several minutes as Hermione came down from her high, and then she was the one to break her kiss.
"Can I touch you?" she asked, her eyes curious, wanting.
"If you'd like," said Severus, managing to sound aloof when he wanted badly to be touched; his erection ached, his balls tight and begging for his own release.
"Lie back," said Hermione, and he did as she requested, rolling onto his sheets, his head resting against a pillow. She sat up next to him, kneeling by his side, and her hands came to his chest.
He'd been worried that she'd be repulsed by his scars, but he watched in awe as she moved over him like he was some newly discovered specimen to be catalogued and tested, tasting and touching him with her fingers, lips and tongue. It felt bloody amazing as she trailed downwards, sending pleasurable tingles wherever she touched.
As good as it felt, he wanted her hands on his cock, to thrust against her skin, and his breath quickened the nearer she got to his now throbbing erection, a pleasant heat running through him every time her bushy curls brushed over its length. He shuddered as she accidentally nudged it with her elbow while inspecting one of his pointed hipbones, and she looked up at him in slight surprise.
She adjusted her position next to him, and then she she poked his cock with a finger, making it bounce, and she giggled, bloody giggled as a bubble of warmth swept through his balls and up his spine at her brief touch.
Gods how he wanted her to touch it again.
"Please touch it," he whispered, too turned on to worry about being embarrassed about begging, and he watched as she turned all her attention to his throbbing erection. Curiously she ran her fingers lightly down its length, making him hum and twitch his hips in appreciation. She smoothed her fingertips over the precum that was seeping from its tip, swirled it around the head, tentatively feeling his balls, all the while a delighted grin plastered on her pretty face.
Severus moaned loudly when she took his cock in her fist, tugging it upwards.
"Too hard?" she asked, pausing to look at him.
"No, no, it felt good," Severus said in a low, gravely voice. Merlin, do it again.
"Show me how you like it," she said, taking her hand away, and he blinked. Nodding, he took his cock in his hand the same way he did whenever the urge became too much—certainly he felt that way now—and began stroking it in front of her.
She studied his movements as if he was performing a demonstration she would be tested on later, her brows knit into a concentrated scowl, her bottom lip between her teeth. Her breathing soon became ragged as she continued to watch—it's turning her on!
Oh Gods, it felt good, having her watch him with such lust in her glittering brown eyes. He wasn't going to last long. His dick throbbed in his hand, pleasurable warmth spreading through his balls with every stroke.
"Hermione, I'm close," he groaned.
"Stop," Hermione said, and he forced himself to obey even though he ached for release.
She moved herself so she was lying beside him, her breasts pressing into his ribs, and she draped her right arm over his hip, taking his cock in her hand just as he'd done. She moved her hand slowly at first, then picked up speed as she gained a solid rhythm.
Oh fuck, yes. Oh, yes, that feels good!
His thoughts felt muddled, his focus stolen entirely by the feelings of his witch jerking him off. A warm spark was building, waves of pleasure increasing with each stroke of her fist. Oh Gods, I'm close. Yes, yes...
"Faster," he whispered, and she obeyed, tugging him more urgently, stoking the fire in his balls.
"Oh, Hermione, I—I'm going to cum," he moaned, feeling himself nearing climax, desperate for release.
She only tightened her grip on him and pumped her delicate hand harder, and soon he was gasping as his orgasm exploded through his body, opaque white liquid spurting out onto his belly. She wrung him out until her hand was coated in his seed, sending continued shocks of pleasure through his groin.
She released her grip only when he began to soften, and raised herself up on one arm so she could grin at him, looking positively smug.
"That was… that was…" said Severus, barely able to form words as his body shivered with the aftershocks of release.
"Good? Excellent? Needs improvement?" said Hermione coyly.
"The first two," said Severus, letting out a shaky laugh.
"Can I try?" Hermione said, and Severus nodded his approval without evening understanding what she asked, knowing there was nothing she could do he wouldn't like. Yet his eyes widened as she licked the tip of one of her fingers that was covered in his cum, then stuck it into her mouth, sucking it like it was candy.
"It's a little bitter," she said contemplatively, "but not terrible."
Severus could only stare. Little minx! He would have to do some taste tests of his own later.
"I'm afraid I've made quite the mess," he said, motioning to where his stomach was caked with drying cum. Hermione smiled and scrambled off the bed, grabbing her wand.
"Tergeo," she said, wiping his belly and the rest of her hand clean. Then she crawled back up on the bed, settling herself into his side, her head resting against his shoulder.
"Would you like to have dinner?" Severus asked, thinking they'd probably been up here for some time.
"In a bit," said Hermione. "Can we do that again later?"
"We can do whatever you like, pumpkin," said Severus with a chuckle. There were many more daydreams they could turn into reality.
A/N: Ah, come on, you really didn't think I'd let them go all the way yet, did you? ;)
