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Chapter 3
"I gave myself to sin
And I've been there and back again
I gave myself to providence
The state that I am in" -Belle and Sebastian
"Hermione, did I not ask you twice to please not become physical with me?"
Hermione wasn't sure if he was expecting an answer. Either way, for once she felt utterly paralyzed for word and thought.
"Well, did I or didn't I, Hermione?"
His lips hovered directly over hers.
"Y-yes, Professor Lupin," she croaked.
Inwardly, Remus smirked naughtily.
"And did I not, Hermione, inform you mere minutes ago that there were to be repercussions if you disobeyed me?"
"Yes.Yes you did," she answered, fearing what might come next. She'd never seen him behave so wildly, aggressively before. Well, she had once. But he was no werewolf now.
**Does that kind of behavior linger?**
"Now, what do you suggest I do to make sure you don't forget again?"
He nudged his hip closer to her body.
"I-I'm not sure, Professor Lupin."
"All out of ideas, Hermione? That's quite unlike you."
She stared at him blankly.
**And this is quite unlike you, Professor Lupin.**
"Right then. I suppose the punishment should fit the crime. An eye for an eye, right?"
Without waiting for a response, he pressed his mouth to hers hungrily, his tongue sliding across her lips until her mouth opened under him. He sought her mercilessly, exploring the warm, wet recesses of her mouth. Their tongues touched and tangled, sending a rush of electricity pulsing through their bodies. Hermione moaned softly against him. His kisses were urgent, imploring, desperate. He wasn't sure he could get enough of her.
"Profes-"
**No! Bring those lips back to me. I don't think I can breathe without them.**
"Professor Lupin!"
She was breathless and bewildered.
"What's wrong, Hermione? Do you not feel this to be an appropriate punishment?"
She searched his face, half expecting to see fangs protruding from his mouth or an inordinate amount of coarse fur emerging from his skin.
**Are his ears pointier?**
Everything seemed to check out, but something strange was going on.
"What's gotten into you, Professor Lupin?"
**No, no, Hermione. What going to be getting into you?**
Remus smiled wickedly, the urge to scold himself long gone.
"Let the punishment fit the crime. Isn't that what they say, Hermione?"
He shifted slightly, his hardness inadvertently grazing her bare thigh. An expression of realization dawned on her face, joined shortly by a naughty smile.
"Well?" Remus demanded.
Hermione signed thoughtfully.
"You know, Professor Lupin, I've always found it curious that so many people subscribe to the fallacy that in order for one to be logical, they must be dispassionate - and vise versa."
She hooked her index finger into the waist of his slacks and pulled him as close as possible.
"Now, I like to consider myself a highly logical individual," she continued, curling her leg around his and snaking it slowly upward. "Wouldn't you agree, Professor Lupin?"
"Admirably so, Hermione." He slid his hand inside the opening of her shirt and traced the lace edging of her bra.
"Yet I'm also a very passionate person. For instance, if I've set my mind to doing something, there's very little anybody can do to stop me. I'm passionate about learning. I'm passionate about standing up for the things I believe in. And I'm especially passionate about the people I love."
"Yes, I'm well aware of that," Remus smirked, remembering the scene he'd witnessed in the empty classroom.
"So wouldn't you say this theory - that logic and passion cannot co-exist on the same plane - is essentially flawed?" Her lips moved closer as if to kiss him. They parted invitingly, paused, and, as Remus leaned toward her, pulled away.
He shut his eyes and smiled. Bowing his head, he leisurely ran his tongue up her jawline.
"Hermione, I believe you prove that hypothesis impossible," he breathed in her ear.
"Mmm, Professor Lupin, I knew you were well-versed in the Dark Arts, but I had no idea you specialized in this particular dark art," Hermione sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck and urging his lips to continue their journey across her flesh. "Though I should have guessed."
"And I, Hermione, thought you far more modest and conservative to participate in this sort of blatant rule breaking," he spoke against her shoulder, "or has Mr. Potter been a bad influence on you?"
She nudged Remus back gently and regarded him with an innocent expression.
"Oh, but I am a modest girl, Professor Lupin. After all, these aren't the most typical circumstances now, are they?"
"No"
"Besides, Harry had quite a time talking me into sex. And, you know, I am somewhat of a perfectionist. Once I decided I was actually going to do it, I wanted to make sure that I was doing it exceptionally well. That, of course, means intensive study. Hours and hours of practice and.examinations."
Hermione wasn't quite sure where all this impulsive flirtatiousness and entendre was coming from. This was Professor Lupin - her teacher. Before now, she would have died of humiliation had she behaved like this in front of anyone - especially a professor. She didn't even speak to Harry in this manner often. Perhaps the heat rising between herself and Remus was beginning to blister her brain. Words were coming out of her mouth that she wasn't even conscious of having thought. Even her body seemed to be moving of its own accord - rubbing, pulling, pressing in ways reserved only for Harry, and even then, she was more subdued. But perhaps that was just the result of familiarity and routine.
She tugged Remus' shirt from his trousers and began to unbutton it.
"I must say, Hermione, I applaud your thoroughness with Harry, but how, then, do you explain this burst of sexual aggression with me?"
Remus began to remove Hermione's shirt, eager to see the flesh that lie beneath it.
"Well, that's the fascinating thing about this particular subject. Now, I could know all there is to know about having sex with Harry, but that doesn't mean I know anything about having sex with you. There are so many different variables. Age. Skill. Uh.size," she slowly looked down to his erection and back at him, her interest clearly piqued. "The possibilities for growth and discovery are endless."
Shrits were gone. Remus easily snapped her bra loose. He eased it off her shoulders to the floor.
There they were.
More beautiful than when he'd spied them before. Perfectly round and at least a handful each, looking as sweet and creamy and tasty as vanilla ice cream on a hot summer's day. Her nipples stood distended and hard, as if awaiting him.
"So is that all I am, Hermione? A case study?"
He grazed his teeth over a nipple before taking it in his mouth and tasting its silky flesh. His hand covered her other breast, tenderly kneading it as he sucked at her body. Hermione rolled her head back listlessly, moaning deeply. She felt the heat between her legs flicker and pulsate. Her back arched slightly and she held his head against her breast, encouraging him to partake further.
"Oh.Professor Lupin, I'm beginning to think you're the case I've been studying for."
**What?!
Where the hell did that come from?! What about Harry?! I love Harry. Lupin's my professor. I've got things all mixed up!**
Remus bit her nipple lightly, teasing it forward in his mouth. The fire licked at her dangerously and she felt her body give way to him.
**Okay, maybe I don't.**
Her hands moved through his hair aimlessly. "See.you-you not only engage my mind, but my body, too - even more than I had ever imagined. You make me respond in ways I didn't realize were possible."
**Where is this stuff coming from? I sound like I've been spending all of my spare time reading cheap romances.
We've been together for a half an hour and suddenly he's the last of the white-hot lovers?!
Of course, I don't ever remember feeling quite like this with Harry.**
Remus raised his head and stared at her ravenously, his chest heaving rapidly. A conflicted expression of love, lust, and hesitation played on his face as he gently stroked her cheek. "We're playing a dangerous game here, Hermione."
"I'm well aware of that, Remus," she said, addressing him informally without even realizing it. She took the hand on her cheek and kissed its palm. "I don't take chances on anything I'm not sure about. I'm sure."
**I am?**
Remus was dumbstruck.
**How is she doing this?
How is this sixteen year old girl - is she really only sixteen? - making me loose sight of everything appropriate and moral?
How is she making me feel like this? All this passion and need and connection - I haven't felt his in a lifetime.
How is she making me feel like having her - in every way possible - is perhaps the most important thing in my life?
Worth even jeopardizing my career.**
She gazed up at him with those endless brown eyes, trying so hard to seem sexy and seductive (and actually succeeding quite a bit), but not able to overshadow the vulnerability and longing that lie there, too. It was enough to make him loose sight of all his senses and simply run off with her and never return to Hogwarts.
With savage-like agility, Remus thrust Hermione down onto the table, pulling her lengthwise. He crawled on top of her slowly, hungrily, as a wolf might approach his prey.
**This, Hermione thought, is the benefit of having a lycanthropic lover.**
Their lips were anxious and clung together, a mindless meshing of tongue, teeth, and mouths, until both were close to suffocation. Remus crushed his hips to Hermione's. She could feel the urgency of his erection press against the bony cleft of her pelvis. The power of her arousal wrenched her from the depths of her stomach, a fluttering fire snaking from her belly to the very nerves that pressed against her panties. It robbed her of breath, reason, and control. She bucked her hips under him and clutched at his bottom, feeling that she might die if she didn't experience his hardness as intimately as possible.
A low groan rumbled in Remus' throat. He nuzzled her neck, his tongue winding its way down the sensitive skin of her throat, the silky curves of her breasts, the quivering slope of her belly. The moist pressure of his lips against her abdomen sent throbbing waves of desire straight to her center. She nudged his head further down her body.
Remus searched her skirt for its clasp, finding it rather easily. Memory had served him well - he'd undone his share of girls' Hogwarts uniforms in his time. The skirt came off quickly.
Just the panties.
Hermione bit her lip, feeling herself grow hotter, wetter, madder by the minute. Remus, however, tempered by the pleasure of seeing and feeling her react to his lingering strokes, was in no hurry. He eased his finger beneath the elastic of her white satin panties and drifted it back and forth across her lower belly. Her flesh trembled at his light, teasing touch. Remus' fingers slithered playfully, temptingly lower, but stopped short of the explosive heat between her legs. Hermione squirmed in agony and made a small whimper. He ventured further, finally descending over the satin fabric that covered her sex. It was soaked with excitement.
He smiled and looked up at her.
"A little impatient, aren't we, Hermione?"
"I could say the same for you," she said thickly, sliding her leg against his erection.
"Touché"
He slid her panties off.
**There she is. Not just a peek this time.
Everything.
I don't know how it could be possible to grow any harder, but I'm almost certain I just did.**
He lowered himself and brushed her thighs with velvety kisses. Hermione was close to writhing in sweet torture on the table.
**Further. Further.**
Her hands grasped at his hair, begging him to hasten himself.
**Further. Further.
FURTHER!
Ah, yes.here.right here.**
Hermione drew in a sharp breath as Remus lightly skimmed her opening with his tongue and then plunged a finger deep inside her. Remus marveled at how wet she was for him as he caressed the slick folds of her sex. He wanted to taste her, to feel her juices spill warm and fast against his tongue. She groaned unhappily as he moved his touch from her, but responded with a gasp as his tongue forged a path inside her. She urged him forward with frantic hands as he clutched her hips. He was merciless, lapping at her and pursuing her deepest aches with a probing flick of his tongue.
**Oh god, why did Harry never do it like this?!**
There were sounds coming from Hermione that she'd never made before. They were harsher, deeper, instinctual.
**He's doing this too well.**
"Stop," she said, gulping breathlessly and straining to back away from his powerful hold.
He looked up at her with a slight panic, concerned she'd either changed her mind or had finally grown uncomfortable with the inappropriateness of the situation.
"You almost, uh, ended things," she blushed. "I-I want you inside of me when.when I come for the first time with you.It's silly, but.well.it's just more meaningful"
Remus felt the breath had been knocked out of him. The thought - the implication - was almost too powerful to stand. To see the words come from her mouth, to see the sudden rush of modesty and vulnerability streak across her face, was both physically and emotionally stirring. Something more than sex was transpiring between them. The connection was far more than skin deep.
He sat up on his knees and hastily undid his belt and slacks. Hermione put her hand on his and stopped him again.
"Can I?" she asked, timidly.
Remus dropped his hands to his sides.
"Please do," his voice was deep and resonant.
Hermione rose to her knees in front of him -
**Didn't I have a fantasy like this somewhere along the line? Remus thought, his mind only half-functioning.**
-- and pushed his pants down his legs. They were firm and lightly muscled. Her hands ran over the thin layer of sandy hair the covered his thighs, fingered the small scars that marked his skin. His body fascinated her and she longed to see more. She eased his boxers from his hips with a hot flurrying of her stomach. Curiosity and expectation consumed her.
**Wow.**
It was bigger than Harry's
**Definitely bigger than Harry's - not that Harry was small, but.Wow.**
She was lightheaded with desire. His arousal jutted toward her, substantial in both length and girth. She gaped at him wordlessly, and then, realizing how inexperienced and foolish she must appear, lowered her gaze back to his hardness. Hermione never backed down from a challenge. Every new skill, after all, was another opportunity to widen one's horizons (and Hermione now felt certain she would be experiencing some "widening" that evening) Yet while she was certainly enticed, a hint of intimidation crept into her. She'd never felt more like a little girl in her entire life. Something about her intimate moments with Harry seemed vaguely like child's play now. What did she know about indulging the pleasures of the flesh? This - this was wild and electric. There was something animal about the physical aggression and unapologetic frankness of his desire. It was unrestrained and dangerous - distinctly adult.
**Well.a girl has to grow up sometime.**
Hermione felt compelled to taste the all ready responsive flesh of his sex. Would he taste the same as Harry?
**Oh, but I need him inside of me. The sooner, the better.
Just a taste.**
She leaned forward and let her tongue glide about his testicles and up the underside of his shaft and head a couple of time.
He released a rumbling, jagged sigh and moaned quietly as Hermione sat back on her elbows, awaiting the weight of his body. Remus looked nearly out of control with pleasure, his eyes hooded in uncontained yearning. It was enough of an aphrodisiac to last her well into next term.
"You're going to be trouble, aren't you, girl?" Remus growled, creeping atop her seductively.
"If you play your cards right."
He came at her voraciously, his mouth assaulting her with hard, raw kisses. He gently eased her flat on to her back with the pressure of his lips. She matched his fervor, a torrent of force and insatiable hunger driving her kisses. She bit his lower lip and curled her tongue about his. They sought each other until their lips were swollen and red.
Remus pulled away and regarded her with a stunned sort of intensity.
"I have never wanted anyone so badly in my entire life."
He raised himself up and plunged his erection into her with abandon. Hermione cried out - half in pleasure, half in pain. She was small and tight around Remus' sizable member. Her body seized him firmly and he grunted at the intensity of pleasure it brought him. Hermione's taut inner flesh stung as it stretched around his unfamiliar girth and she whimpered quietly. Remus kissed her and, though nearly mad to bore himself into the snug grasp of her sex, tempered the speed and force of his thrusts until she had grown accustomed to his size. The folds of her body began to contour themselves to him unyieldingly and her noises became purely those of enjoyment.
Remus pushed himself up on his hands, forcing his hips closer to hers. As he sunk deeper into her, his rhythm increased. She surrendered to the reckless impulses of her body. Her hips clung to his, moving and thrusting with him instinctively. The circular sweep of her pelvis seemed to give him access to delicious corners of her inner body and he knew where to go almost immediately. He discovered areas Harry hadn't even detected. Areas full of sweet nerves and responsive flesh. And he knew to stay, persist, tease.
"Oh Professor Lupin," Hermione purred without awareness. Remus smiled at her sudden, accidental reversal to formalities, finding it quite arousing.
He lowered himself until his body covered hers again and brought his lips to her neck, her ear, her cheek, her mouth. She drew her legs around his hips and nudged him deeper inside her. As the speed and heat of their motions increased, the physical pressure between them mounted to a nearly intolerable degree. Hermione's excitement grew steadily. The sensations seemed to direct her actions involuntarily. She began to flex the muscles that surrounded his shaft, contracting around him each time he thrust himself into her.
"Ahhh, yes." he murmured deeply. She squeezed harder and looked into his face. He seemed completely lost in sensation. His lips parted and he quivered slightly, plunging again and again into the most delicate place inside her.
Yes.yes.keep going, Remus.there.harder.one last time.
Her entire body quaked uncontrollably as the mounting pressure began to uncoil and spin wildly within her. She was helpless to the feverish seizure of her muscles and succumbed to the vibrations shooting through her body. Grasping him as tightly as she could manage, her raised hips forced his erection against the throbbing source of her ecstasy. She rocked it against him again and again. Her breathing quickened, dissolving into agonizing gasps and cries. She fisted her hands in his hair, her knuckles white with intensity, and strained against him.
Remus watched her come while tightly wrapped in his arms. Come because of him. That sweet, beautiful, intelligent girl -**no, woman!** - who sat in his class and responded to all his questions and seemed positively too good to be true lay here under him, in rapture, orgasming against him.
Remus could hold himself back no more. He felt his body seize as he thrust into her one last time. His climax jolted through him so violently, he wondered if he would have any strength left when it was over. It was explosive. Waves of sensation assaulted him, his body jerking with each surge. He drove himself into her fiercely, desperate to feel his pulsing member consumed by her body. He could only see her beautiful face and repeat her name mindlessly until it began to fade, leaving him spent. He fell helplessly into her arms, his face sweaty, his hair damp, his heart and his body calmed and contented. She held him, knowing she never wanted to let go, as they both drifted into slumber.
Chapter 3
"I gave myself to sin
And I've been there and back again
I gave myself to providence
The state that I am in" -Belle and Sebastian
"Hermione, did I not ask you twice to please not become physical with me?"
Hermione wasn't sure if he was expecting an answer. Either way, for once she felt utterly paralyzed for word and thought.
"Well, did I or didn't I, Hermione?"
His lips hovered directly over hers.
"Y-yes, Professor Lupin," she croaked.
Inwardly, Remus smirked naughtily.
"And did I not, Hermione, inform you mere minutes ago that there were to be repercussions if you disobeyed me?"
"Yes.Yes you did," she answered, fearing what might come next. She'd never seen him behave so wildly, aggressively before. Well, she had once. But he was no werewolf now.
**Does that kind of behavior linger?**
"Now, what do you suggest I do to make sure you don't forget again?"
He nudged his hip closer to her body.
"I-I'm not sure, Professor Lupin."
"All out of ideas, Hermione? That's quite unlike you."
She stared at him blankly.
**And this is quite unlike you, Professor Lupin.**
"Right then. I suppose the punishment should fit the crime. An eye for an eye, right?"
Without waiting for a response, he pressed his mouth to hers hungrily, his tongue sliding across her lips until her mouth opened under him. He sought her mercilessly, exploring the warm, wet recesses of her mouth. Their tongues touched and tangled, sending a rush of electricity pulsing through their bodies. Hermione moaned softly against him. His kisses were urgent, imploring, desperate. He wasn't sure he could get enough of her.
"Profes-"
**No! Bring those lips back to me. I don't think I can breathe without them.**
"Professor Lupin!"
She was breathless and bewildered.
"What's wrong, Hermione? Do you not feel this to be an appropriate punishment?"
She searched his face, half expecting to see fangs protruding from his mouth or an inordinate amount of coarse fur emerging from his skin.
**Are his ears pointier?**
Everything seemed to check out, but something strange was going on.
"What's gotten into you, Professor Lupin?"
**No, no, Hermione. What going to be getting into you?**
Remus smiled wickedly, the urge to scold himself long gone.
"Let the punishment fit the crime. Isn't that what they say, Hermione?"
He shifted slightly, his hardness inadvertently grazing her bare thigh. An expression of realization dawned on her face, joined shortly by a naughty smile.
"Well?" Remus demanded.
Hermione signed thoughtfully.
"You know, Professor Lupin, I've always found it curious that so many people subscribe to the fallacy that in order for one to be logical, they must be dispassionate - and vise versa."
She hooked her index finger into the waist of his slacks and pulled him as close as possible.
"Now, I like to consider myself a highly logical individual," she continued, curling her leg around his and snaking it slowly upward. "Wouldn't you agree, Professor Lupin?"
"Admirably so, Hermione." He slid his hand inside the opening of her shirt and traced the lace edging of her bra.
"Yet I'm also a very passionate person. For instance, if I've set my mind to doing something, there's very little anybody can do to stop me. I'm passionate about learning. I'm passionate about standing up for the things I believe in. And I'm especially passionate about the people I love."
"Yes, I'm well aware of that," Remus smirked, remembering the scene he'd witnessed in the empty classroom.
"So wouldn't you say this theory - that logic and passion cannot co-exist on the same plane - is essentially flawed?" Her lips moved closer as if to kiss him. They parted invitingly, paused, and, as Remus leaned toward her, pulled away.
He shut his eyes and smiled. Bowing his head, he leisurely ran his tongue up her jawline.
"Hermione, I believe you prove that hypothesis impossible," he breathed in her ear.
"Mmm, Professor Lupin, I knew you were well-versed in the Dark Arts, but I had no idea you specialized in this particular dark art," Hermione sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck and urging his lips to continue their journey across her flesh. "Though I should have guessed."
"And I, Hermione, thought you far more modest and conservative to participate in this sort of blatant rule breaking," he spoke against her shoulder, "or has Mr. Potter been a bad influence on you?"
She nudged Remus back gently and regarded him with an innocent expression.
"Oh, but I am a modest girl, Professor Lupin. After all, these aren't the most typical circumstances now, are they?"
"No"
"Besides, Harry had quite a time talking me into sex. And, you know, I am somewhat of a perfectionist. Once I decided I was actually going to do it, I wanted to make sure that I was doing it exceptionally well. That, of course, means intensive study. Hours and hours of practice and.examinations."
Hermione wasn't quite sure where all this impulsive flirtatiousness and entendre was coming from. This was Professor Lupin - her teacher. Before now, she would have died of humiliation had she behaved like this in front of anyone - especially a professor. She didn't even speak to Harry in this manner often. Perhaps the heat rising between herself and Remus was beginning to blister her brain. Words were coming out of her mouth that she wasn't even conscious of having thought. Even her body seemed to be moving of its own accord - rubbing, pulling, pressing in ways reserved only for Harry, and even then, she was more subdued. But perhaps that was just the result of familiarity and routine.
She tugged Remus' shirt from his trousers and began to unbutton it.
"I must say, Hermione, I applaud your thoroughness with Harry, but how, then, do you explain this burst of sexual aggression with me?"
Remus began to remove Hermione's shirt, eager to see the flesh that lie beneath it.
"Well, that's the fascinating thing about this particular subject. Now, I could know all there is to know about having sex with Harry, but that doesn't mean I know anything about having sex with you. There are so many different variables. Age. Skill. Uh.size," she slowly looked down to his erection and back at him, her interest clearly piqued. "The possibilities for growth and discovery are endless."
Shrits were gone. Remus easily snapped her bra loose. He eased it off her shoulders to the floor.
There they were.
More beautiful than when he'd spied them before. Perfectly round and at least a handful each, looking as sweet and creamy and tasty as vanilla ice cream on a hot summer's day. Her nipples stood distended and hard, as if awaiting him.
"So is that all I am, Hermione? A case study?"
He grazed his teeth over a nipple before taking it in his mouth and tasting its silky flesh. His hand covered her other breast, tenderly kneading it as he sucked at her body. Hermione rolled her head back listlessly, moaning deeply. She felt the heat between her legs flicker and pulsate. Her back arched slightly and she held his head against her breast, encouraging him to partake further.
"Oh.Professor Lupin, I'm beginning to think you're the case I've been studying for."
**What?!
Where the hell did that come from?! What about Harry?! I love Harry. Lupin's my professor. I've got things all mixed up!**
Remus bit her nipple lightly, teasing it forward in his mouth. The fire licked at her dangerously and she felt her body give way to him.
**Okay, maybe I don't.**
Her hands moved through his hair aimlessly. "See.you-you not only engage my mind, but my body, too - even more than I had ever imagined. You make me respond in ways I didn't realize were possible."
**Where is this stuff coming from? I sound like I've been spending all of my spare time reading cheap romances.
We've been together for a half an hour and suddenly he's the last of the white-hot lovers?!
Of course, I don't ever remember feeling quite like this with Harry.**
Remus raised his head and stared at her ravenously, his chest heaving rapidly. A conflicted expression of love, lust, and hesitation played on his face as he gently stroked her cheek. "We're playing a dangerous game here, Hermione."
"I'm well aware of that, Remus," she said, addressing him informally without even realizing it. She took the hand on her cheek and kissed its palm. "I don't take chances on anything I'm not sure about. I'm sure."
**I am?**
Remus was dumbstruck.
**How is she doing this?
How is this sixteen year old girl - is she really only sixteen? - making me loose sight of everything appropriate and moral?
How is she making me feel like this? All this passion and need and connection - I haven't felt his in a lifetime.
How is she making me feel like having her - in every way possible - is perhaps the most important thing in my life?
Worth even jeopardizing my career.**
She gazed up at him with those endless brown eyes, trying so hard to seem sexy and seductive (and actually succeeding quite a bit), but not able to overshadow the vulnerability and longing that lie there, too. It was enough to make him loose sight of all his senses and simply run off with her and never return to Hogwarts.
With savage-like agility, Remus thrust Hermione down onto the table, pulling her lengthwise. He crawled on top of her slowly, hungrily, as a wolf might approach his prey.
**This, Hermione thought, is the benefit of having a lycanthropic lover.**
Their lips were anxious and clung together, a mindless meshing of tongue, teeth, and mouths, until both were close to suffocation. Remus crushed his hips to Hermione's. She could feel the urgency of his erection press against the bony cleft of her pelvis. The power of her arousal wrenched her from the depths of her stomach, a fluttering fire snaking from her belly to the very nerves that pressed against her panties. It robbed her of breath, reason, and control. She bucked her hips under him and clutched at his bottom, feeling that she might die if she didn't experience his hardness as intimately as possible.
A low groan rumbled in Remus' throat. He nuzzled her neck, his tongue winding its way down the sensitive skin of her throat, the silky curves of her breasts, the quivering slope of her belly. The moist pressure of his lips against her abdomen sent throbbing waves of desire straight to her center. She nudged his head further down her body.
Remus searched her skirt for its clasp, finding it rather easily. Memory had served him well - he'd undone his share of girls' Hogwarts uniforms in his time. The skirt came off quickly.
Just the panties.
Hermione bit her lip, feeling herself grow hotter, wetter, madder by the minute. Remus, however, tempered by the pleasure of seeing and feeling her react to his lingering strokes, was in no hurry. He eased his finger beneath the elastic of her white satin panties and drifted it back and forth across her lower belly. Her flesh trembled at his light, teasing touch. Remus' fingers slithered playfully, temptingly lower, but stopped short of the explosive heat between her legs. Hermione squirmed in agony and made a small whimper. He ventured further, finally descending over the satin fabric that covered her sex. It was soaked with excitement.
He smiled and looked up at her.
"A little impatient, aren't we, Hermione?"
"I could say the same for you," she said thickly, sliding her leg against his erection.
"Touché"
He slid her panties off.
**There she is. Not just a peek this time.
Everything.
I don't know how it could be possible to grow any harder, but I'm almost certain I just did.**
He lowered himself and brushed her thighs with velvety kisses. Hermione was close to writhing in sweet torture on the table.
**Further. Further.**
Her hands grasped at his hair, begging him to hasten himself.
**Further. Further.
FURTHER!
Ah, yes.here.right here.**
Hermione drew in a sharp breath as Remus lightly skimmed her opening with his tongue and then plunged a finger deep inside her. Remus marveled at how wet she was for him as he caressed the slick folds of her sex. He wanted to taste her, to feel her juices spill warm and fast against his tongue. She groaned unhappily as he moved his touch from her, but responded with a gasp as his tongue forged a path inside her. She urged him forward with frantic hands as he clutched her hips. He was merciless, lapping at her and pursuing her deepest aches with a probing flick of his tongue.
**Oh god, why did Harry never do it like this?!**
There were sounds coming from Hermione that she'd never made before. They were harsher, deeper, instinctual.
**He's doing this too well.**
"Stop," she said, gulping breathlessly and straining to back away from his powerful hold.
He looked up at her with a slight panic, concerned she'd either changed her mind or had finally grown uncomfortable with the inappropriateness of the situation.
"You almost, uh, ended things," she blushed. "I-I want you inside of me when.when I come for the first time with you.It's silly, but.well.it's just more meaningful"
Remus felt the breath had been knocked out of him. The thought - the implication - was almost too powerful to stand. To see the words come from her mouth, to see the sudden rush of modesty and vulnerability streak across her face, was both physically and emotionally stirring. Something more than sex was transpiring between them. The connection was far more than skin deep.
He sat up on his knees and hastily undid his belt and slacks. Hermione put her hand on his and stopped him again.
"Can I?" she asked, timidly.
Remus dropped his hands to his sides.
"Please do," his voice was deep and resonant.
Hermione rose to her knees in front of him -
**Didn't I have a fantasy like this somewhere along the line? Remus thought, his mind only half-functioning.**
-- and pushed his pants down his legs. They were firm and lightly muscled. Her hands ran over the thin layer of sandy hair the covered his thighs, fingered the small scars that marked his skin. His body fascinated her and she longed to see more. She eased his boxers from his hips with a hot flurrying of her stomach. Curiosity and expectation consumed her.
**Wow.**
It was bigger than Harry's
**Definitely bigger than Harry's - not that Harry was small, but.Wow.**
She was lightheaded with desire. His arousal jutted toward her, substantial in both length and girth. She gaped at him wordlessly, and then, realizing how inexperienced and foolish she must appear, lowered her gaze back to his hardness. Hermione never backed down from a challenge. Every new skill, after all, was another opportunity to widen one's horizons (and Hermione now felt certain she would be experiencing some "widening" that evening) Yet while she was certainly enticed, a hint of intimidation crept into her. She'd never felt more like a little girl in her entire life. Something about her intimate moments with Harry seemed vaguely like child's play now. What did she know about indulging the pleasures of the flesh? This - this was wild and electric. There was something animal about the physical aggression and unapologetic frankness of his desire. It was unrestrained and dangerous - distinctly adult.
**Well.a girl has to grow up sometime.**
Hermione felt compelled to taste the all ready responsive flesh of his sex. Would he taste the same as Harry?
**Oh, but I need him inside of me. The sooner, the better.
Just a taste.**
She leaned forward and let her tongue glide about his testicles and up the underside of his shaft and head a couple of time.
He released a rumbling, jagged sigh and moaned quietly as Hermione sat back on her elbows, awaiting the weight of his body. Remus looked nearly out of control with pleasure, his eyes hooded in uncontained yearning. It was enough of an aphrodisiac to last her well into next term.
"You're going to be trouble, aren't you, girl?" Remus growled, creeping atop her seductively.
"If you play your cards right."
He came at her voraciously, his mouth assaulting her with hard, raw kisses. He gently eased her flat on to her back with the pressure of his lips. She matched his fervor, a torrent of force and insatiable hunger driving her kisses. She bit his lower lip and curled her tongue about his. They sought each other until their lips were swollen and red.
Remus pulled away and regarded her with a stunned sort of intensity.
"I have never wanted anyone so badly in my entire life."
He raised himself up and plunged his erection into her with abandon. Hermione cried out - half in pleasure, half in pain. She was small and tight around Remus' sizable member. Her body seized him firmly and he grunted at the intensity of pleasure it brought him. Hermione's taut inner flesh stung as it stretched around his unfamiliar girth and she whimpered quietly. Remus kissed her and, though nearly mad to bore himself into the snug grasp of her sex, tempered the speed and force of his thrusts until she had grown accustomed to his size. The folds of her body began to contour themselves to him unyieldingly and her noises became purely those of enjoyment.
Remus pushed himself up on his hands, forcing his hips closer to hers. As he sunk deeper into her, his rhythm increased. She surrendered to the reckless impulses of her body. Her hips clung to his, moving and thrusting with him instinctively. The circular sweep of her pelvis seemed to give him access to delicious corners of her inner body and he knew where to go almost immediately. He discovered areas Harry hadn't even detected. Areas full of sweet nerves and responsive flesh. And he knew to stay, persist, tease.
"Oh Professor Lupin," Hermione purred without awareness. Remus smiled at her sudden, accidental reversal to formalities, finding it quite arousing.
He lowered himself until his body covered hers again and brought his lips to her neck, her ear, her cheek, her mouth. She drew her legs around his hips and nudged him deeper inside her. As the speed and heat of their motions increased, the physical pressure between them mounted to a nearly intolerable degree. Hermione's excitement grew steadily. The sensations seemed to direct her actions involuntarily. She began to flex the muscles that surrounded his shaft, contracting around him each time he thrust himself into her.
"Ahhh, yes." he murmured deeply. She squeezed harder and looked into his face. He seemed completely lost in sensation. His lips parted and he quivered slightly, plunging again and again into the most delicate place inside her.
Yes.yes.keep going, Remus.there.harder.one last time.
Her entire body quaked uncontrollably as the mounting pressure began to uncoil and spin wildly within her. She was helpless to the feverish seizure of her muscles and succumbed to the vibrations shooting through her body. Grasping him as tightly as she could manage, her raised hips forced his erection against the throbbing source of her ecstasy. She rocked it against him again and again. Her breathing quickened, dissolving into agonizing gasps and cries. She fisted her hands in his hair, her knuckles white with intensity, and strained against him.
Remus watched her come while tightly wrapped in his arms. Come because of him. That sweet, beautiful, intelligent girl -**no, woman!** - who sat in his class and responded to all his questions and seemed positively too good to be true lay here under him, in rapture, orgasming against him.
Remus could hold himself back no more. He felt his body seize as he thrust into her one last time. His climax jolted through him so violently, he wondered if he would have any strength left when it was over. It was explosive. Waves of sensation assaulted him, his body jerking with each surge. He drove himself into her fiercely, desperate to feel his pulsing member consumed by her body. He could only see her beautiful face and repeat her name mindlessly until it began to fade, leaving him spent. He fell helplessly into her arms, his face sweaty, his hair damp, his heart and his body calmed and contented. She held him, knowing she never wanted to let go, as they both drifted into slumber.