Chapter Six

The soft moans escaping from Hermione's throat were driving him mad. He had to slow things down before he embarrassed himself by coming in his pants like horny fifth-year. After the way he'd made fun of her last partner, he certainly didn't want to bear the moniker "seven-second-Severus."

He broke off the kiss and pulled back, resting his forehead against hers for a moment, pausing to catch his breath. After a few seconds he lifted his head to look down into her face. There was a slightly crooked smile on her face and her eyes were glazed over like she was drunk on lust. His ego swelled at the knowledge he'd put that look there.

"Hermione. What the hell was that?"

Her crooked smile turned into a thousand-watt grin. "I know, right? I've been wanting to kiss you all night long. But I had no idea it would be so perfect."

Severus growled and swept her up, turning around to pin her against the wall, hiking her a little higher so he could kiss her without having to stoop down. Her legs wrapped themselves around his waist as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and maybe it was. It certainly put her at the perfect level for him to grind his hard cock against the seam of her jeans.

In this position, her lips were at just the right level for him to devour. Then he could slide his way over to suckle on her ear lobe before slipping down the column of her neck to nibble on that spot where it met the top of her shoulder. From there it was obvious he should continue his way across, dropping tender kisses along first one collarbone then the other one and up that side of her neck. All of this seemed to meet with Hermione's full approval as she returned his kisses and ground against him as she whispered his name, her voice rough with passion. "Severus... oh Severus!"

She arched against him, pressing her breasts into his chest. Until that moment he hadn't even given a thought to her breasts. He'd always been a breast man and he had a hunch that he wouldn't be disappointed by Hermione's. He wanted to see them, touch them, taste them. Unbidden, his left hand started to slide up under her shirt before he came to his senses. What was he thinking? They were huddled in a dark, damp alley on a side street in London – he couldn't fuck her here, for Salazar's sake. He pulled his lips from hers and spoke firmly over her murmured protests. "Hermione, we can't do this here."

"Severus, no," she whispered. "Please don't stop."

"Come home with me."

"Yes, please," she replied with a breathy sigh, sounding as if he'd offered her the best present on earth.

"Your wish is my command," he said, holding her close. "Oh, wait. Damn. My wards. I need to key you in first." He quickly slid his wand into his hand and made short work of the spell that would allow her to pass through his wards unharmed.

Hermione frowned up at him. "What would have happened to me without that spell?"

"Let's just say nothing pleasant. My wards are what you might call... somewhat aggressive. Possibly illegal... well, probably... no, definitely illegal, so don't mention that to anyone in authority."

"Severus," she chided.

"Never mind that now, just hold on tight."

Seconds later, Apparition complete, they arrived safely inside the entryway to Severus' home, landing conveniently just a few steps inside the front door. With Hermione in his arms and her legs still wrapped around his waist, he was able to pin her against the door and take up exactly where they had left off. Kissing her softly, Severus decided to take his own sweet time to work her back up to a frenzy. As he supported her with one arm under her bum and used his body pressed against her to hold her to the door, his other hand slid up under her shirt to explore the breasts he'd been admiring earlier. He set out to make an intimate study of all things Hermione.

Hermione felt his hand on her skin and eagerly reached down to assist him by pulling her jumper up over her head and wiggling out of the sleeves and hurriedly unbuttoning the shirt underneath. Not waiting for her to take it off, Severus wandlessly vanished it all, the jumper, the shirt, and the lace-trimmed pale pink bra she wore beneath. His hand played over her breasts, stroking softly, then cupping them each in turn. His fingers quickly moved to pinch and flick and tease her now-taut nipples. With a groan he buried his face in her cleavage and proceeded to work his way around each breast, kissing and licking and nibbling around the fullness of each before zeroing in to torment her nipples, sucking and nipping one before switching his attention to the other. Hermione didn't think she could endure this for long without bursting into flames.

Her fingers slid through his hair, cupping the back of his head and holding him to her. "More," she murmured. Severus moved his leg between hers, his knee braced against the door so that when he loosened his grip on Hermione she slid down and straddled his thigh, her pussy pressing perfectly there. She ground against him as he pushed her even more firmly down, her voice hoarse as she frantically begged him for release. He didn't bother to take the time to physically remove her shoes, socks, jeans or knickers—they met the same fate as her other clothes, meaning she had no idea where he'd sent them—and as soon as they were gone he lowered her slowly until her feet touched the floor, as he deftly slid two fingers through her sopping slit to plunge inside. He continued suckling her now over-sensitized nipples as his fingers thrust deep and sure and his thumb firmly circled her clit. It didn't take much of this before Hermione's orgasm burst over her, and she screamed his name so loud she worried that his neighbors would hear her, as neither of them had bothered with a silencing spell.

She could hardly catch her breath. "Sweet Salazar, Severus. What was that?"

"That, my dear, was a hell of a lot of fun," he replied smugly. "Didn't you think so?"

Hermione lowered her eyes, feeling almost shy after having such an explosive reaction. She hadn't come like that in years... or maybe ever... and he hadn't even fucked her yet. "Fun? Gods, if it gets to be any more fun than that I think you'll be the death of me."

He chuckled, "I'll make sure you survive, my dear. If you're unused to such activity, perhaps you've been consorting with the wrong sort of lovers."

Severus led her to the sofa, and tugged her down to sit on his lap, holding and soothing her as she came down from her orgasm-induced high. He stroked her back and nuzzled her neck, all the while murmuring soft words into her ear. Hermione was feeling a bit awkward now, realizing that while she was completely naked, he was still fully dressed, a fact that seemed not to bother Severus a whit.

Deciding that turn about was fair play, she set out to have her way with him this time. She tugged on the black jumper he wore until she managed to get it over his head. Beneath it he wore a plain white vest, She made short work of that as well and lost no time running her palms everywhere she could reach, across his shoulders, down his arms, then back up to skim down his chest to his abdomen, warming his skin with her hands and scraping him lightly with her fingernails. She shifted off his lap to sit beside him and bent down so her lips could follow where her hands had gone. She settled for quite some time over his tight nipples, licking and nipping and torturing him as he had done to her. Severus drew his breath in sharply and released it in a long slow groan of pleasure. Pleased with his reaction, she slid off the sofa and down onto her knees settling between his legs and reached up to undo his belt.

Severus reached out a hand to stop her. "Wait, Hermione, don't..."

She pulled back sharply with a hurt look. "You don't want me to?" After the way he'd touched her, the things he'd done to her, the way he'd made her act, and now he didn't want her to touch him? She felt a sudden rush of embarrassment. Her reaction to him had been so strong and uninhibited and now he was pushing her away...

She tried to cover herself as she turned away, but he put a gentle hand on her arm to prevent her.

"No, please. Stop. You don't understand. I do want you, desperately, but if you touch me right now, or put your mouth on me, or even breathe on me, I know I'll lose control and I don't want that."

She looked up at him and tentatively touched his hand. "Severus, I don't care if that happens. Merlin, look at how fast you sent me up in flames. We'll just play a bit and start all over again."

"You were amazing, pet. I loved watching you come and I want to do it again and again. But the first time I come with you, I want to be inside you. To do that, I need to be in control. I promise you'll get your chance later to touch me and do anything you'd like to me, you have my word. Will you trust me?"

Hermione nodded with a shy smile, her confidence returning. "Yes, Severus. I will."

Severus stood and taking her hand helped her to her feet. "Then come upstairs with me."

TBC