Severus kissed gently down Hermione's shoulder, then nuzzled against the
warm skin for a moment, luxuriating in the heady scent, then bit softly
into the soft flesh of the relaxed bicep, pulling lightly between his
teeth, and pressing a firm kiss into the skin before releasing the bite.
Instead of removing his mouth, however, he kept his lower lip into contact
with her skin, dragging it down the underside of Hermione's arm slowly, the
wet heat of the inside of his mouth in maddening contrast to the brushed
silk of the lower lip.
Reaching the crook of her arm, Severus paused, and blew lightly against the sensitive skin of the inner elbow, causing her to gasp softly. Encouraged, he quickly darted his tongue out and blew again, more slowly this time, creating a cold sensation that was surprising at first, but intensely arousing once the shock of the chill wore off.
Moving on, he slid both lips quite chastely along the inside of her arm until reaching the pulse point, where he slid his lips around the slender wrist and licked one, smooth stroke over the most sensitive area before settling in to suck gently at first, then progressively harder until she inhaled sharply.
He relented, and the bite relaxed into a kiss, then he released his lips from her wrist entirely, leaving only the tip of his tongue to drag across her palm and up her middle finger, where, reaching the tip, his mouth engulfed the finger, sliding his lower lip to the where it met palm before closing his mouth around it, drawing upwards and allowing his tongue to swirl around the cuticle for a moment before taking the entire finger into his mouth again and suckling gently. Softly, he pulled his mouth away and again slid the tip of his tongue down her palm, placing a warm, chaste kiss in the center before curling his hand around hers.
Lightly gripping Hermione's wrist, Severus carefully lifted her arm above her head, retrieving something from the bed stand with his free hand. Her eyes fluttered open with some surprise as her wrist was expertly tied to a center bar in the headboard, but it was surprising comfortable; not painfully constricting, but secure, and oddly, the thick cotton felt reassuring and pleasant bound so tightly against her wrist.
A quick, nervous look at Severus reassured her, and he nodded slightly, indicating that he would not betray this tangible trust.
Leaving her remaining arm free, Severus ran his fingers over her shoulder blade before cradling her neck and bringing himself down for a deep, soothing kiss. The kiss become more passionate as Hermione relaxed into the idea and sensation of limited physical freedom, and experimentally raised her free hand to his neck, twining her fingers into the hair at the base of his hairline, testing to see how much movement she was to be allowed. Clearly this was Severus' game, and surprising to both of them, she didn't mind playing along.
As he pulled himself from the kiss, he tenderly disentangled her fingers from his hair and held her hand to his cheek briefly before returning her arm to her side, indicating that he would communicate when, and where her hand could move, or it would join it's sister: bound to the headboard.
Finally, he was growing impatient, and began running his hands eagerly over her body, all but abandoning the measured restraint that had presided over his touches all evening.
He knelt between her legs and lowered his mouth to her abdomen, trailing kisses over her womb, and rubbing his cheek against her ribcage, tenderly sliding the side of his palm along the side of her breast before cupping it fully and gently kneading the surrounding tissue with his fingertips.
He leaned in for one last, confirming kiss before lifting himself up and moving his hands over her body in long, deliberate strokes, his hands coming to rest at her bare hips, the pads of his thumbs massaging the edges of her pelvis.
His desire was growing apparent, and Severus tentatively allowed himself to brush against her thigh; a question, rather than a demand.
She responded by lifting her thigh to meet him and inhaling eagerly. He smiled when he saw that her eyes were closed again, giving herself completely to the moment, to the union.
Briefly, he considered using a blindfold to heighten her senses further, but her initial surprise at the wrist restraint clearly communicated that she was new to the concept of bandage and sensory deprivation, and, despite her quick adjustment and apparent pleasure at the new experience, he wanted to ease her into it, trust given too quickly can be broken as easily.
Besides, he wanted to share this first time with her as completely as possible, allow her to see his utter adoration and pleasure.
Having seized the opportunity for free movement, Hermione had begun writhing against him, though he was still far enough to prevent her from sheathing him, she had successfully made his body entirely aware of the inevitable, and he was now aching to join her.
He had intended to draw the actual coupling as long as possible, but his body, and seemed far less patient. Stroking up her body with both hands, Severus grazed his thumbs gently against her lower temples, coaxing her to open her eyes. Understanding that speaking was out of bounds, she opened her eyes wide and plead with him, silently, her tongue darting out to lick her now dry lips and her hips rising subtly as though to coax him in.
He slid forward and lowered himself to her body, supporting himself with one arm while using the other to guide Hermione's hand to the small of his back.
She would have as much control as she needed to feel secure, and in this purest act of trust, he would not have her prone and without the freedom to instruct him in her needs. It was this silent communication that struck her most, and filled with far more than lust for this man, and she stroked up his back and grasped his neck, pulling him into a bruising kiss as they joined.
Reaching the crook of her arm, Severus paused, and blew lightly against the sensitive skin of the inner elbow, causing her to gasp softly. Encouraged, he quickly darted his tongue out and blew again, more slowly this time, creating a cold sensation that was surprising at first, but intensely arousing once the shock of the chill wore off.
Moving on, he slid both lips quite chastely along the inside of her arm until reaching the pulse point, where he slid his lips around the slender wrist and licked one, smooth stroke over the most sensitive area before settling in to suck gently at first, then progressively harder until she inhaled sharply.
He relented, and the bite relaxed into a kiss, then he released his lips from her wrist entirely, leaving only the tip of his tongue to drag across her palm and up her middle finger, where, reaching the tip, his mouth engulfed the finger, sliding his lower lip to the where it met palm before closing his mouth around it, drawing upwards and allowing his tongue to swirl around the cuticle for a moment before taking the entire finger into his mouth again and suckling gently. Softly, he pulled his mouth away and again slid the tip of his tongue down her palm, placing a warm, chaste kiss in the center before curling his hand around hers.
Lightly gripping Hermione's wrist, Severus carefully lifted her arm above her head, retrieving something from the bed stand with his free hand. Her eyes fluttered open with some surprise as her wrist was expertly tied to a center bar in the headboard, but it was surprising comfortable; not painfully constricting, but secure, and oddly, the thick cotton felt reassuring and pleasant bound so tightly against her wrist.
A quick, nervous look at Severus reassured her, and he nodded slightly, indicating that he would not betray this tangible trust.
Leaving her remaining arm free, Severus ran his fingers over her shoulder blade before cradling her neck and bringing himself down for a deep, soothing kiss. The kiss become more passionate as Hermione relaxed into the idea and sensation of limited physical freedom, and experimentally raised her free hand to his neck, twining her fingers into the hair at the base of his hairline, testing to see how much movement she was to be allowed. Clearly this was Severus' game, and surprising to both of them, she didn't mind playing along.
As he pulled himself from the kiss, he tenderly disentangled her fingers from his hair and held her hand to his cheek briefly before returning her arm to her side, indicating that he would communicate when, and where her hand could move, or it would join it's sister: bound to the headboard.
Finally, he was growing impatient, and began running his hands eagerly over her body, all but abandoning the measured restraint that had presided over his touches all evening.
He knelt between her legs and lowered his mouth to her abdomen, trailing kisses over her womb, and rubbing his cheek against her ribcage, tenderly sliding the side of his palm along the side of her breast before cupping it fully and gently kneading the surrounding tissue with his fingertips.
He leaned in for one last, confirming kiss before lifting himself up and moving his hands over her body in long, deliberate strokes, his hands coming to rest at her bare hips, the pads of his thumbs massaging the edges of her pelvis.
His desire was growing apparent, and Severus tentatively allowed himself to brush against her thigh; a question, rather than a demand.
She responded by lifting her thigh to meet him and inhaling eagerly. He smiled when he saw that her eyes were closed again, giving herself completely to the moment, to the union.
Briefly, he considered using a blindfold to heighten her senses further, but her initial surprise at the wrist restraint clearly communicated that she was new to the concept of bandage and sensory deprivation, and, despite her quick adjustment and apparent pleasure at the new experience, he wanted to ease her into it, trust given too quickly can be broken as easily.
Besides, he wanted to share this first time with her as completely as possible, allow her to see his utter adoration and pleasure.
Having seized the opportunity for free movement, Hermione had begun writhing against him, though he was still far enough to prevent her from sheathing him, she had successfully made his body entirely aware of the inevitable, and he was now aching to join her.
He had intended to draw the actual coupling as long as possible, but his body, and seemed far less patient. Stroking up her body with both hands, Severus grazed his thumbs gently against her lower temples, coaxing her to open her eyes. Understanding that speaking was out of bounds, she opened her eyes wide and plead with him, silently, her tongue darting out to lick her now dry lips and her hips rising subtly as though to coax him in.
He slid forward and lowered himself to her body, supporting himself with one arm while using the other to guide Hermione's hand to the small of his back.
She would have as much control as she needed to feel secure, and in this purest act of trust, he would not have her prone and without the freedom to instruct him in her needs. It was this silent communication that struck her most, and filled with far more than lust for this man, and she stroked up his back and grasped his neck, pulling him into a bruising kiss as they joined.