Hermione gasped as she felt him press himself between her splayed thighs. His weight felt all consuming as she lifted her hips and pressed back. Severus pulled away suddenly to quickly shuffled his briefs off and Hermione saw all of him. She drank in the sight of the wanton man above her and nearly moaned at her own arousal. His skin was milky white and pulled taught over the subtle musculature of his body. The thatch I'd dark pubic hair above his penis enticed her. She was breathing heavily as she awaited his next move.

He slid back off of the bed and hooked his fingers through the elastic of her knickers. He ripped them down more quickly than she'd anticipated and before she had a moment to register her own nakedness his hands were forcing her legs apart. He pulled her to the edge of the bed and knelt down before her as he dove between her thighs. He kissed her glistening folds and Hermione sucked in her breath. She watched momentarily before her head felt heavy and she had to lay back and enjoy.

His tongue dove deeply inside of her and he licked her earnestly. Before long small moans escaped Hermione, one after the next, as she felt herself getting wetter and wetter. He pulled back slightly, only to take a breath, and then buried his face again in her folds. She was dripping and the room smelt of her sex.

Severus finally pulled away since all of her body language suggested she could hardly take more. He was panting and his mouth was covered in her pearly white release as he stared into Hermione's eyes. He leaned forward over her and easily slid two fingers inside of her wet and waiting channel. When he curled them deliciously against the sensitive bud of nerves behind her pubic bone, Hermione arched her back and screamed in agonizing bliss.

Within moments of his fingering she lost all control and she felt dizzy. The room started to spin. She was soaking wet and could feel her release dripping between her legs. She could feel the bed beneath her getting wet, but she didn't care. Her body shuttered and convulsed as he extracted all of the wetness from her body. When he finally withdrew his hand she was shaking.

Hermione watched with blurred vision as he sucked his fingers into his mouth and tasted her from the digits. Then his two fingers grazed her lips and she licked them. She tasted the warm, salty essence of herself and decided immediately that it wasn't unpleasant.

Severus bit his lip slightly and leaned over her spent body. He knew she was tired, but he was in no way finished with her yet. He was surprised his cock hadn't fallen off considering it'd been so hard for so long, but it was dripping. A bead of wet, white pre-ejaculate clung to the tip as he took his rock hard member in his hand and positioned it against Hermione's folds.

He rubbed the tip against her wet lips a few time to spread their combined moisture. Severus swept her hair back with his free hand and nearly collapsed over her as he slowly pressed inside her. With their faces mere centimeters apart, Hermione watched as his features twisted from pleasure. Her walls squeezed him deliciously as she stretched to accommodate his length and girth and before long he was seated deeply inside of her.

"Hermione," he said through a low groan, "you're body feels bloody amazing."

She pressed her hips up slightly against him and he growled as his head fell onto her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around him.

"You are stretching me so much," she muttered into his ear and he groaned again. With that, Severus began subtly rocking his hips into her. The movement made him slide in and out of her slowly like a bow playing a cello. He rocked with intention and made sure to strum each cord inside her until she was singing. Moans and nonsense fell from her lips with each stroke and, as he increased his speed, so did her ramblings. As he crashed into her she was begging for him to come.

"You like that, sweet girl? I want to come for you…"

"Yes, please," she interrupted as she whined and begged. "Please I want to feel it."

Severus knew without a doubt that he was going to coat her warm channel with his seed at any moment. He knew he couldn't pull back now if he tried. She felt too good. She was so wet. She was his. He fell over her and pounded her mercilessly until she was screaming like a tortured woman. The only difference was that these screams were punctuated to spur him on with glorious incantations of "yes" and "don't stop" and finally a gloriously dirty "fuck I need your come" that sent him spiraling over the edge.

His moan was uninhibited when he emptied himself inside her. The sound was low and persistent and agonizingly sexy. He pressed his member as deeply as it could go inside of her and her body twitched around his cock as she milked every last bit of his ejaculate from his body. When it was done he left his dick embedded deep inside her and enjoyed the aftershocks that were pulsing through both of their tired bodies.

Slowly and every so gently he extracted himself from her body. Still panting, he fell beside her on the bed. They laid there for a long time listening to the sounds of one another breathing. Finally, Hermione scooted up in the bed and say against the headboard.

"Severus?" Her voice was a tired whisper. There was a layer of sweetness there, however, indicating that she already knew what the answer to her question would be. "Can I spend the night?"

Severus laughed as he stood up and turned down the bedsheets before slipping beneath the covers beside her. Hermione shuffled beneath the blankets as well.. "Of course you can spend the night. I wouldn't have it any other way."

Hermione curled into the crook of his arm. He smelled of must and sage and she liked it quite a lot. She was more tired than she'd realized, but it was understandable why. The steady rhythm of his breathing with the rise and fall of his chest made her sleepy too. She was warm by the fire and beneath the blankets and curled against his body and she felt content. Her eyes closed slowly as she haphazardly fought off the sleep that threatened to consume her.

"Hermione," he whispered quietly and she stirred, indicating that she was awake and heard him. "How do you feel right now?"

A satisfied smile spread across her face. "27." She nuzzled closely against him.

"27? The scale only goes up until ten," he replied.

She nodded in reply. "Yes. 27." She turned her head slightly in a vain attempt to cover her yawn.

Severus looked down at her as he swept her hair back from her face with the palm of his hand. As he watched her, he didn't think she realized how she kept drifting so subtlety in and out of sleep, but he thought she was utterly gorgeous. Her skin glowed like dew and the air escaping her mouth whistled slightly every so often. He realized with certainty that this was bliss, and that he could do it for a very long time.