Thou Shalt Not Leave the Door Unlocked.
I wake slowly the next morning, a delicious feeling emanating from beneath the covers between my legs. I lie back, trying to grasp what precisely is going on. Then, as I flick my eyes open, I remember where I am. Sprawled out in Severus' rather comfy bed and glancing down the large form beneath the cover moving ever so slightly confirms that that silky feeling must indeed be his tongue working magic I have never witnessed before. I can feel gentle fingers parting me, and soft tickles on my thighs. Gods, it feels good. Good? Understatement to the extreme – it's fucking fantastic!
I have a desperate need to watch what he is doing to me, so I grasp hold of the edge of the duvet and toss the cover back. There, sure enough, is Severus Snape nestled between my legs looking up at me with a mischievous, lustful look in his eye. His hair is brushing against my inner thighs adding to the overwhelming sensations. Merlin, why oh why did it take me so long to get here? Why did I even bother with Krum or George?
I grab a pillow from the other side of the bed to prop my head up so I can continue to watch this fantastic man on his mind-blowing journey to send me into heaven. It's not going to be long now. He slowly slides first one and then a second finger inside me, stroking gently in and out, touching all the right spots. His mouth is obsessed with my clit, sucking it into its warm depths before releasing my bud and bathing it with his tongue. I can feel my release coming. Tiny shivers are starting, strangely enough beginning at my toes and working their way up. I soon find myself utterly enveloped by waves of pleasure, and I can hear a distant voice crying out his name as I convulse around those slender fingers. My pleasure seems to go on for an eternity.
Finally I come down from my high, feeling flushed and just a little embarrassed, knowing that he has just witnessed the most powerful orgasm of my life. I feel oddly exposed, given that he is completely clothed. I have absolutely no idea what happened to the shirt I wore to bed last night, but then seeing his wand resting on the drawers beside the side of the bed where he slept last night I have a fairly good idea.
"Good morning," Severus says silkily, sliding up my body to place a warm kiss upon my lips. He starts off very gentle, but I am having none of that nonsense. I quickly deepen it, tangling my tongue with his perfect, wonderful, talented own. I can taste myself on his lips, and this leaves me feeling strangely satisfied. I feel his weight become heavier, and I am quickly aware of his arousal, the evidence poking fairly boldly through his boxers and against my core. Just one slip of material separates us. Too bloody much, as far as I am concerned.
"Get your clothes off!" I gasp desperately. Unfortunately the act of doing so breaks our kiss. Severus however, bless his talents, takes the opportunity to assault my neck, finding sensitive spots even I didn't know I had. I am squirming under him now, so desperate to have him – all of him.
"Severus!" I beg, bucking my hips almost involuntarily beneath him. "Please! NOW!"
"My, my, we are the demanding one, aren't we?" Severus chuckles huskily against my skin, his body shaking slightly sending further stimulation to my overwhelmed senses.
"NOW!"
Thankfully he takes this demand seriously, and with his wand he quickly removes his clothes, never removing his body from mine. The feel of his clothes against me suddenly becoming just his bare skin against mine is delicious. He doesn't allow me too much time to dwell on this as he is sliding slowly into me, nipping at my neck as he does. Severus seems to fit me perfectly – large enough to make it all that more desirable, but not so big I feel like I am being split in two. And the friction – dear Merlin, it's heavenly!
"To your approval then?" he growls in my ear. I have no idea what I said, and due to the fact that I no longer appear to have control over my vocal chords I simply nod vigorously in return. This reply seems to entertain him and he laughs again. It's a delightful sound – he really should do that more often.
Severus steadily picks up his pace, his lips continuing to work their magic on my neck. All I can do is grasp at his taut bare back and urge him on. I am getting so close again. Before I know it I am convulsing around him, crying out his name and for him to never stop. I feel him shudder above me and then a liquid warmth fills me as he collapses on top of me.
We lie there for a while, and I am totally enjoying this time. Just a few moments of peace, where the outside world doesn't matter one iota. Could happily stay here for the rest of my life.
I am suddenly aware of a presence in the room, and I could swear I heard a shuffle. I force my eyes open and glance over Severus' shoulder to find the source.
Doesn't take me long – there in the doorway stands Madame Hooch, her mouth gaping open.
I wake slowly the next morning, a delicious feeling emanating from beneath the covers between my legs. I lie back, trying to grasp what precisely is going on. Then, as I flick my eyes open, I remember where I am. Sprawled out in Severus' rather comfy bed and glancing down the large form beneath the cover moving ever so slightly confirms that that silky feeling must indeed be his tongue working magic I have never witnessed before. I can feel gentle fingers parting me, and soft tickles on my thighs. Gods, it feels good. Good? Understatement to the extreme – it's fucking fantastic!
I have a desperate need to watch what he is doing to me, so I grasp hold of the edge of the duvet and toss the cover back. There, sure enough, is Severus Snape nestled between my legs looking up at me with a mischievous, lustful look in his eye. His hair is brushing against my inner thighs adding to the overwhelming sensations. Merlin, why oh why did it take me so long to get here? Why did I even bother with Krum or George?
I grab a pillow from the other side of the bed to prop my head up so I can continue to watch this fantastic man on his mind-blowing journey to send me into heaven. It's not going to be long now. He slowly slides first one and then a second finger inside me, stroking gently in and out, touching all the right spots. His mouth is obsessed with my clit, sucking it into its warm depths before releasing my bud and bathing it with his tongue. I can feel my release coming. Tiny shivers are starting, strangely enough beginning at my toes and working their way up. I soon find myself utterly enveloped by waves of pleasure, and I can hear a distant voice crying out his name as I convulse around those slender fingers. My pleasure seems to go on for an eternity.
Finally I come down from my high, feeling flushed and just a little embarrassed, knowing that he has just witnessed the most powerful orgasm of my life. I feel oddly exposed, given that he is completely clothed. I have absolutely no idea what happened to the shirt I wore to bed last night, but then seeing his wand resting on the drawers beside the side of the bed where he slept last night I have a fairly good idea.
"Good morning," Severus says silkily, sliding up my body to place a warm kiss upon my lips. He starts off very gentle, but I am having none of that nonsense. I quickly deepen it, tangling my tongue with his perfect, wonderful, talented own. I can taste myself on his lips, and this leaves me feeling strangely satisfied. I feel his weight become heavier, and I am quickly aware of his arousal, the evidence poking fairly boldly through his boxers and against my core. Just one slip of material separates us. Too bloody much, as far as I am concerned.
"Get your clothes off!" I gasp desperately. Unfortunately the act of doing so breaks our kiss. Severus however, bless his talents, takes the opportunity to assault my neck, finding sensitive spots even I didn't know I had. I am squirming under him now, so desperate to have him – all of him.
"Severus!" I beg, bucking my hips almost involuntarily beneath him. "Please! NOW!"
"My, my, we are the demanding one, aren't we?" Severus chuckles huskily against my skin, his body shaking slightly sending further stimulation to my overwhelmed senses.
"NOW!"
Thankfully he takes this demand seriously, and with his wand he quickly removes his clothes, never removing his body from mine. The feel of his clothes against me suddenly becoming just his bare skin against mine is delicious. He doesn't allow me too much time to dwell on this as he is sliding slowly into me, nipping at my neck as he does. Severus seems to fit me perfectly – large enough to make it all that more desirable, but not so big I feel like I am being split in two. And the friction – dear Merlin, it's heavenly!
"To your approval then?" he growls in my ear. I have no idea what I said, and due to the fact that I no longer appear to have control over my vocal chords I simply nod vigorously in return. This reply seems to entertain him and he laughs again. It's a delightful sound – he really should do that more often.
Severus steadily picks up his pace, his lips continuing to work their magic on my neck. All I can do is grasp at his taut bare back and urge him on. I am getting so close again. Before I know it I am convulsing around him, crying out his name and for him to never stop. I feel him shudder above me and then a liquid warmth fills me as he collapses on top of me.
We lie there for a while, and I am totally enjoying this time. Just a few moments of peace, where the outside world doesn't matter one iota. Could happily stay here for the rest of my life.
I am suddenly aware of a presence in the room, and I could swear I heard a shuffle. I force my eyes open and glance over Severus' shoulder to find the source.
Doesn't take me long – there in the doorway stands Madame Hooch, her mouth gaping open.