Chapter Seven

Severus led Hermione across the room to the staircase and, with his hand lightly on the small of her back, urged her up the steps. Hermione paused on the landing a step above him and turned. Draping her arms over his shoulders she gave him a tender kiss. "I just want you to know, Severus, that I do trust you, completely. And that's something that I haven't been able to say to anyone in quite some time."

"Thank you for that, pet," he replied, enfolding her in a warm hug that anyone who knew him would have considered totally unlike him. They stood together for a moment, holding each other tightly, until Hermione began kissing and nibbling at his neck. Severus chuckled and scooped her into his arms. "Naughty girl. Let's finish this upstairs."

The door was ajar so he was able to nudge it open with his foot while still holding Hermione, but once inside he set her on her feet and firmly closed the door behind them. A wave of his hand magically pulled down the duvet and lit several candles around the room, bathing it in a soft light. Motioning toward the bed he said, "Climb up and lie on your back."

Hermione glanced back at him with a look that said she wanted to roll her eyes but didn't quite have the nerve. Placing one knee on the end of the bed she slowly crawled up to the head of the bed, making sure to wiggle her arse at him as she did. He suppressed a grin as she rolled onto her back and got in place, then ordered, "Reach up and wrap your fingers around the spindles on the bed frame and hold on tight."

Hermione complied, arms above her and her head and shoulders elevated by the pillows. She lifted her head to look at him as he began to unbuckle his belt. "Has anyone ever told you that you're rather bossy?"

He paused to look at her sternly. "Is that going to be a problem for you?"

Hermione pretended to consider. "I guess not... If really you want to know the truth," she added with a wide grin, "I think I like it."

"Good," he said, pulling the belt from his trousers and dropping it to the floor. "Then spread your legs wide..." Her legs snapped apart before he could even finish his instructions, forcing him to choke back a laugh, "... and pull your feet back toward you, knees bent." She did exactly as he said. He proceeded to slowly undo the button of his trousers and lower his zipper as he enjoyed the sight before him. "Hmm... Lovely. But wait..." Severus grabbed a pillow and folded it in half. "Lift your bum." He tucked it under her, raising her hips. "Ahh... much better," he sighed as he stepped back to admire the view of her pretty pussy now on full display.

Hermione's blush returned in full force and she watched him closely as he continued to slowly undress himself. His gaze never wavered from her and by time he was naked, her cheeks were rosy and her eyes glassy with need. He stepped to the foot of the bed and stared down at her with a hungry look.

"Severus, you're embarrassing me. Can you please stop staring at me—there."

"No, I can't." He smirked at her discomfort. "For the past couple of hours I've been thinking of nothing but getting you naked and looking at you there, of tasting you and touching you all over. And now—voila! Here you are—in my bed. So I'm going to enjoy every second of it."

Hermione groaned. She let go of the spindles to reach for him. "Merlin's balls, Severus! This is torture. Are you trying to drive me mad? Because if you are, it's working. Just fuck me, please. I need you so much."

He shook his head. "Hermione, you said you'd trust me. I will give you what you need, what we both need, I promise. But please, let me do it my way. Can you do that for me?" With a sigh she nodded and reached up to grasp the spindles tightly.

He'd been telling the truth earlier, when he'd said that if she touched him he would lose control. At this point he feared he'd come the instant he thrust into her tight, hot pussy, and knowing about her previous fiasco with Mitch the dunderhead, he didn't want their first time to be a similar disappointment. He knew damn well how to pleasure a woman, and if he could give her another orgasm or two beforehand, she might not notice if he didn't last quite as long as he'd like.

Severus brought one knee onto the end of the bed, then the other, slowly moving between her spread legs. Propping himself on his elbows he pushed her thighs a bit wider so he could wedge his shoulders between them, then used both his thumbs to spread her outer lips. He took his time, admiring her pussy, all plump and swollen, her folds flushed a dark pink like a perfect flower and all of it drenched in her sweet juices. He could have stared at her all night, but she smelled absolutely divine and he didn't want to wait any longer to taste her. He buried his face in her pussy and feasted on her, licking and sucking and thrusting his tongue against her tender flesh.

Hermione moaned and writhed against his mouth. "Ahhh... Severus, my gods!" She'd expected a much different approach: that he'd go slowly, to tease and torture her for a while. But apparently he wasn't in the mood for a slow, tender build-up...not that she was complaining. He was devouring her like a starving man at a holiday feast. Sweet Circe's tits, this man deserved an Order of Merlin First Class for use of his magical tongue above and beyond the call of duty.

She must have said that last bit out loud, because he gave a sharp bark of laughter. "Then quit wiggling so much, and let my magical tongue do its work."

Hermione giggled at his comment, and then realized she couldn't recall the last time she'd been with a man she felt so comfortable with that they could laugh together, even during sex. It felt liberating. "I don't think I can be still, Severus. It feels so good."

"Try," he murmured. "If it feels good, that means I'm doing it right. But I'm enjoying my treat and I don't want to worry that you're going to break my nose with an over-enthusiastic thrust."

"I'll do my best, love, but I... ohh...yesss..." she gasped. "That! Whatever that was. I'll try to be still, I promise, but don't stop. Please, don't stop."

With a low chuckle he continued his ministrations. She soon learned that her earlier expectations of teasing and torturing were correct after all – he just hadn't started out with them. He took her to the very edge of ecstasy, only to ease back before she could topple over, then began again and repeated the process, until she was insane with need. As she neared the peak for the third time, her desperation came out in babbled demands."There—right there. More. Harder. Don't stop!" When he slowed she cursed at him in at least three different languages. "El hijo de perra! Stronzo! Fuck, don't you dare stop!" Then, fearing that he would stop, she begged "Oh, dear goddess, please. Please...please, Severus. Oh, please let me come. Please don't stop."

This time he didn't, and Hermione soared.

Severus discreetly wiped his face on a corner of the sheet before kissing his way up Hermione's body, until he lay beside her. She draped an arm over him and rested her head on his chest, listening to the strong beat of his heart.

They lay quietly for a few minutes, his hand stroking slowly up and down her side...then he went further, over her hip to come to rest on top of her mound.

She tensed and squirmed a bit. "Severus, it's too soon. I don't think I can," she whispered, even as she nuzzled the side of his neck, nipping and sucking lightly.

"Oh, I think you can, sweet. You'll be surprised to find what you can do with the proper motivation." He proceeded to offer her said motivation, slipping one finger between her folds to find her slick and wet and ready. He slid a finger gently up and down several times, reveling in her gasp of pleasure before slipping inside her to twist and probe until he hit just the right spot. She sucked in a sharp breath, holding it momentarily then releasing it in a low moan as he caressed her.

"Sweet Salazar, Severus. How do you do this to me?" Mere minutes ago she'd been totally depleted and now she craved him all over again.

He added a second finger, continuing the same steady rhythm on that same magic spot inside her. He kissed her lips letting her taste herself on his tongue. After a bit he kissed his way down her neck and on to tease her nipples. Keeping his right hand busy finger-fucking her, he propped himself up on his left elbow, giving him a clear view of her entire body. He shifted his thumb up to circle around and over her clitoris.

She could feel the tremors starting already. "Unh... unh, oh my sweet goddess, Severus," she cried out. "Oh, I can't... I want... Oh, fuck, I'm going to come again!"

"Do it. Eyes up here, on me, Hermione, now. I want to watch you come for me."

Five minutes ago Hermione would have sworn she couldn't possibly come again without at least an hour to recover; now it felt like she might never stop coming. "Oh my gods. Oh my gods. Oh. My. Gods. Severus!" She screamed his name as she flew off the edge again.

Severus watched her eyes dilate and glaze over and he felt a deep sense of pleasure as she cried out her release. He'd made sure of her complete satisfaction, thank the gods – now he could fuck her properly.

He rose up and, straddling her hips, bent down to kiss her lips, her chin, her neck. He drew back, gauging her readiness, and holding his cock, placed it at the top of her slit. He held back from penetrating her fully at first; he slid up and down through her sopping pussy lips several times, lubing himself with her own juices and bumping over her clit again and again. Hermione groaned when he finally pushed the head of his dick inside, teasing her – and then her hands slid down his back to grab his arse and pull him firmly against her. She was so perfect, so hot and slick and tight around him. Fuck! He'd meant to take this slow, to ease into her, to take his time, but once his hungry cock got inside her he just couldn't stop himself. With one long smooth glide he was buried to the hilt inside Hermione Granger's amazing pussy.

She gasped and clutched him tightly. "Oh gods, Severus. I didn't think it could get any better, but this is... it's just..."

"I know... it's..."

"Perfect," they both said at the same time, and their mouths joined together in a passionate kiss.

Severus felt her walls flutter and clench around his cock as she groaned in pleasure. He pulled out and slammed back in hard."As much as I'd love to take this slow, pet, I'm afraid I can't. It's going be deep and fast and rough..."

"Oh yes, please," Hermione whispered, excitement lighting her eyes as she wrapped her legs around him and crossed her ankles over his arse. "Take me."

Severus Snape was no fool. He didn't need to be asked twice.

TBC