Hey there all.
Thank you, bluedecor, for your comment on the threshold of pain in the different sexes. I'm not sure your right but I'm not sure you're wrong. I have one lot of people telling me one thing and then another lot of people telling me something else. It sure is a fickle word. I think the safest thing for me to do is just go back and take it out. Lol. Your right though, people do take in a lot of what they read, weather it is right or wrong.
Well all I can do is try to put down only things that I know is right.
But thank you, bluedecor, for pointing it out to me. You're a STAR!
I had tons of reviews for the last chapter and I would just like to thank you all. They are the reason I keep writing. They are the reason I update as soon as I can.
It is my Birthday on Wednesday so I might not update then. Oh and it seems like I'm updating twice in one day but I'm not. I tried to update the other day but it wouldn't let me. Kept saying that the file was empty which was just crap. Well it worked again today, so I'm happy again:D
Okay well let's see how the first time goes shall we!
Hermione walked into the room. And in front of her was a huge bed. Sure she had seen big beds before but this was a big bed. Two people could lie in it and they wouldn't touch each other. Even if they rolled they wouldn't touch each other.
What was the point in that! The point of sharing a bed was intimacy. Hermione had slept on Snape's bed the last 3 days; it had never been this big…never. He must have changed it.
He was so disgusted with being this close to her that he made the bed big enough so that they would not have to touch unless they had to.
Oh yea, that turned her on…not!
She heard Snape shut the door. He must have watched her reaction to the bed; she hoped that she hadn't shown everything she was feeling on her face.
Disgusted, was how she felt, but surprisingly not to Snape but to herself. She had married a man that wanted nothing but for her to get pregnant. If she had wanted that she would have married Ron when he asked. Don't get her wrong, Ron was still one of her closest friends, but she was not going to become his breeding machine. And she would not become Snape's god dammit!
"Are you ready?" he asked.
Ready? He wants to know if she is ready. No no no and no!
But she didn't say that, instead she nodded. She had to do this otherwise she would be stuck with him all the time. At least when they got rid of this spell they could be apart as often as possible.
He walked up behind her and reached his arms around her. Slowly he took her robes off of her shoulders and threw them over a near by chair. Next he reached down and pulled off her top; she raised her arms up to help. Without touching her he undid her jean buttons, and then he slowly lowered the zipper. Then he paused. The jeans were not big enough to drop to the floor by themselves. He rested his hands on her chest, just under her cupped breasts, stroking her with only his pinkies. Then, slowly, he pressed his front up against her back.
He was aroused! There was no doubt about it. But he hated her! Why would he get turned on? And more importantly than that, why wasn't she disgusted? Why did a zing of excitement shot through her? Her nipples hardened and heat gathered between her legs. He started to rock his hips against her.
He moved his hands higher, cupping her breasts in his big hands. They fit perfectly in his palms. This was going to sound bad but it was like they were made to be there.
"Your nipples are hard." He whispered in her ear. "Can you feel them pressed against my palm?"
"Uh huh." She only just managed to get out.
"Does it feel good?" He started to moves his hands in little circles.
"Uh huh."
"You're breathing faster. I can feel your heart racing. Is it racing for me?" he whispered huskily in her ear.
She didn't want to answer. It would make her to vulnerable to him.
Leaving one hand cupping her breast, the other made its way slowly down to the opening at her trousers. He slipped it inside and rubbed against her through her panties.
"Is…it…racing…for…me?" he asked, spacing out each word.
She rocked her hips against his hand. A little moan escaped before she could stop it. Little thrills were zinging through her body. She was finding it harder and harder to keep her breathing even. Something strong was building up inside her. It felt like a bubble, getting bigger and bigger every time he rubbed her. Any minute now it would pop. If he just kept rubbing, yes…right there.
Then he pulled his hand back.
"Is it racing for me?" he asked. One hand on her breast the other on her hip. His cock pressed hard against her ass.
"yes." She breathed.
With that he turned her around. He undid her bra. His eyes wide as he watched her breasts become revealed. He slipped his hands down her side and pulled her jeans and panties down past her thighs, so that they fell to the floor. He stepped closer making her step back. He moved forward she moved back. This happened again and again until the back of her legs hit the bed. She fell back and he stood over her. He undid his trousers and let them drop to the floor. He lifted up one of her legs and bent it, and then he lifted up the other and bent that. Bracing his hands next to her shoulders he laid between her legs. She moaned and pushed her hips up against him. He growled slightly in his throat before he thrust deep inside her in one swift movement.
"Don't move." He gasped slightly.
But she couldn't stay still. She needed to feel more. Moving her hips up, she pushed against him.
"Don't move." He said harsher this time.
She moved again, this time harder, more insistent.
It was like something in side of him snapped. He thrust in to her over and over again, harder and harder. His breathing was harsh in her ear.
She didn't dare move. She was more than a little scared. But the tingles inside her got stronger. They were taking over her. He moved right out and then straight back in again. And that bubble that had been growing and growing inside her popped. An over load to the senses, she screamed. She wasn't sure if it was pleasure or pain she felt. He groaned in her ear and then froze.
She didn't dare move. Her head was swimming and she couldn't think straight.
He moved away from her with such force that she almost didn't see him move. He pulled up his trousers and left the room.
The fact that she felt no pain didn't even register. She felt sick.
Curling up in ball, she tried to find some warmth. There had been none in what they had just done. No kissing, no holding one another…he hadn't even gotten undressed.
Hermione was lost and she wasn't sure she would never be found again.
Okay people, another chappy… please R&R. I love every last one. :D
