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Rating: R
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Snape laid on his back, gasping for his breath, as Hermione was sitting astride of him, riding him, lifting herself up and down on his very hard cock.
"Oh my God! Hermione!" he cried, as she stopped her moves, just as she had lifted herself to her highest, leaving him almost out of her.
Then she lowered herself, as in slow motion, making him shiver in sensation. He lifted his hips, to thrust into her, but instead of meeting his movement, she lifted herself again, giving him no relieve.
"Hermione!" he whimpered, she smirked; "Say please, Professor!"
"Please Hermione, please!!!"
"Well, if you say so, Professor!" she purred, and lowered herself again. As she did, he placed his hands on her hips, pulling her closer. They he rolled them over, still with him deep inside her.
Not moving the lower part of his body, he grabbed, her wrists, and held her arms over her head.
Not saying anything, just holding her, nailing her to the mattress, with himself deep inside of her, he just looked into her eyes, waiting.
Hermione started to shiver against his body, moaning as she tried to arch against him, making him move.
Now he was the one smirking; "I thought we agreed on using my first name?"
"Severus!" Hermione whispered.
He started to move slowly.
"Say it again?"
"Severus!" she moaned
"YES?" he moved faster, harder.
"Severus!" she moaned again, louder this time.
He was thrusting himself into her, deep and hard. "I want to hear you scream my name!" he groaned.
"SE-VE-RUUUUS!" she yelled as she climaxed, her cramps massaging the potions master to follow her.
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Breathing heavily, they snuggled into each other. With Hermione on his arm, he tried to make his brain function again.
He looked at the beautiful young woman at his side. So beautiful, and so____ young. Even though they had just made love, she was out of reach to him.
She was all he had ever dreamed of: She was intelligent, good looking, incredible sexy, and,... She was his student..
Snape sighed heavily, and started to say: "Hermione?"
"Uh-mm?" She smiled.
"Hermione, this, .this, er, what we did was wonderful, but." He stopped, but she finished the sentence for him: "but it wasn't very smart, right?"
Snape sighed again, "No, it shouldn't have happened."
He turned against her, looking into her hazel eyes, "I wont say I regret it though, it was incredible, YOU were incredible, ."
He stopped as she put a finger on his lips. She smiled softly: "It was you who made me incredible, Severus!"
The shade of a smile flickered over his face: "But we can't continue, Hermione!"
"I know," she said, "I know. ..But i will never forget."
He caressed her cheek, closing his eyes, "Neither will I."
************
They agreed on pretending nothing ever happened between them, although they both knew they would never forget. But as he didn't want to jeopardise her future, she didn't want to jeopardise his job as a professor.
He followed her to the Gryffindor tower, sneaking a last kiss in the shades before she left.
Snape watched her go through the portrait hole, feeling lonelier than he had felt in years.
############ THE SIZE OF A MANS HANDS #############
Snape laid on his back, gasping for his breath, as Hermione was sitting astride of him, riding him, lifting herself up and down on his very hard cock.
"Oh my God! Hermione!" he cried, as she stopped her moves, just as she had lifted herself to her highest, leaving him almost out of her.
Then she lowered herself, as in slow motion, making him shiver in sensation. He lifted his hips, to thrust into her, but instead of meeting his movement, she lifted herself again, giving him no relieve.
"Hermione!" he whimpered, she smirked; "Say please, Professor!"
"Please Hermione, please!!!"
"Well, if you say so, Professor!" she purred, and lowered herself again. As she did, he placed his hands on her hips, pulling her closer. They he rolled them over, still with him deep inside her.
Not moving the lower part of his body, he grabbed, her wrists, and held her arms over her head.
Not saying anything, just holding her, nailing her to the mattress, with himself deep inside of her, he just looked into her eyes, waiting.
Hermione started to shiver against his body, moaning as she tried to arch against him, making him move.
Now he was the one smirking; "I thought we agreed on using my first name?"
"Severus!" Hermione whispered.
He started to move slowly.
"Say it again?"
"Severus!" she moaned
"YES?" he moved faster, harder.
"Severus!" she moaned again, louder this time.
He was thrusting himself into her, deep and hard. "I want to hear you scream my name!" he groaned.
"SE-VE-RUUUUS!" she yelled as she climaxed, her cramps massaging the potions master to follow her.
*****************
Breathing heavily, they snuggled into each other. With Hermione on his arm, he tried to make his brain function again.
He looked at the beautiful young woman at his side. So beautiful, and so____ young. Even though they had just made love, she was out of reach to him.
She was all he had ever dreamed of: She was intelligent, good looking, incredible sexy, and,... She was his student..
Snape sighed heavily, and started to say: "Hermione?"
"Uh-mm?" She smiled.
"Hermione, this, .this, er, what we did was wonderful, but." He stopped, but she finished the sentence for him: "but it wasn't very smart, right?"
Snape sighed again, "No, it shouldn't have happened."
He turned against her, looking into her hazel eyes, "I wont say I regret it though, it was incredible, YOU were incredible, ."
He stopped as she put a finger on his lips. She smiled softly: "It was you who made me incredible, Severus!"
The shade of a smile flickered over his face: "But we can't continue, Hermione!"
"I know," she said, "I know. ..But i will never forget."
He caressed her cheek, closing his eyes, "Neither will I."
************
They agreed on pretending nothing ever happened between them, although they both knew they would never forget. But as he didn't want to jeopardise her future, she didn't want to jeopardise his job as a professor.
He followed her to the Gryffindor tower, sneaking a last kiss in the shades before she left.
Snape watched her go through the portrait hole, feeling lonelier than he had felt in years.