Minerva arched up hard as Hermione's mouth lowered upon her bosom, a hand upon the ample swell where her mouth wasn't, fumbling purposefully. She left gentle kisses at first but dug her teeth in a bit more each time. Minerva moaned as Hermione's mouth enclosed her nipple, pulling it into the wet warmth, then arched up harder and released a soft cry as the younger woman then ran her warm tongue back and forth fast over the underside of the taut peak of rosy flesh. The bliss that ran through her body was not one Minerva McGonagall remembered ever having felt. She didn't know how they had, exactly, ended up there. After all, there hadn't been very much alcohol involved.
A gasp left both their mouths as Hermione's hand slid from Minerva's hips between them and between the older Gryffindor's spread legs, as Minerva's hands tightened hard in Hermione's hair and upon the silky-soft sheet upon which they lay, entangled and naked –– a gasp of surprise and satisfaction at how wet Minerva was, at how good it felt to have Hermione's hand where Minerva still needed it most, her sex pulsing and throbbing… pounding with great need… and that need only having gotten more undeniable throughout their hasty undressing and needy, hungry kisses, with Hermione's mouth upon the older woman's neck and slightly lower.
As Hermione cupped her former professor and Minerva's wetness seeped through her fingers, she felt a need that she couldn't quite deny, either. She needed to push inside Minerva, and it couldn't wait. Experimentally, even though she knew that Minerva could easily take more than that, she slid a finger inside the raven-haired, green-eyed witch, as deep as she could. In the back of her mind, despite the fact that she was overwhelmed with such passion for this witch, and that Minerva obviously was, too, there was the fact that they had only just met again after several months of not having seen or heard of one another. Then again, she couldn't truthfully state that she had never felt anything at all for her former mentor in her days, but what had then maybe been admiration and inspiration, was something very…. different now, maybe elicited by the different situation in which they were then and the different roles they had. In fact, it would appear to be the difference in the situation that ultimately lead to feelings from past times to come to the surface stronger and needier than ever in that moment for both of them.
At Minerva's groan of approval as Hermione's finger slid inside, the younger Gryffindor added a second one. She curled her extremities inside Minerva as she turned her hand so that she could press her thumb over the other witch's clitoris. As she did this, her fingers moving inside Minerva, the older Gryffindor began to pant both louder and quicker, her body arching and stretching at the delight she felt. She struggled to keep her green eyes open, flashes of Hermione, her hair in disarray and her face contorted in delight at getting to fuck her and suck her nipples, the last she saw before pleasure overtook her mind control. It was a sight that made her possibly even wetter, and Hermione noticed this.
"So wet…" she muttered with a moan as she bit down on Minerva's nipple and slid a third finger inside her, plunging deeply.
Guttural moans emitted between pants were Minerva's response, as her hips began to move with the younger woman's thrusts, her thighs quivering as she climbed towards the explosion of her pleasure. An orgasm was not something that came easily to her, and past lovers had not been able to get her there often if at all. The accuracy with which Hermione angled her fingers just so and moved them at the pace she wanted and needed was overwhelming and intoxicating.
As Minerva felt more wetness seep from her body, she heard Hermione's appreciative moan, followed by, "Taste…"
The thought only of Hermione's mouth there… When Hermione finally let go of her left nipple with a pop and she felt the younger witch move down to do as she had said, Hermione's hair tickling her skin as she went, Minerva McGonagall felt an anticipation that she could only barely contain. The next time that Hermione slid inside, her thumb slid off of Minerva's clitoris and her tongue ran over it hard and fast. Minerva knew that she wouldn't be able to delay her own orgasm for long anymore now, given the fact that she had already been very close just before Hermione began to touch her with her mouth, needing only a bit more to tip over the very edge.
Sure enough, as Hermione's lips enclosed her bundle of nerves, suckling it hard and fast, her fingers moving inside Minerva even faster, she could hear the familiar ringing in her ears, her body seemingly moving on its own accord, just before it became still for a second as Hermione sucked hard once, then arched higher than ever as her orgasm hit her hard. "Fuck!"
Despite the fact that Minerva rarely cursed, she had no other words as she felt utter bliss wash over her before the waves of her very intense orgasm, at last, abated, her uncontrollable arching and thrashing becoming less violent while slowing down. Then she lay still, panting audibly, fighting to gain back control over her own mind to force her green eyes open and see Hermione sit on her knees in-between her still-spread legs with a little smile full of naught on her lips.
The sole sight of Hermione sitting there, obviously disheveled, after having really fucked her, a flush upon her naked otherwise milky white skin, was one that elicited very strong feelings within Minerva –– feelings stronger than the exhaustion she felt. She needed to fuck her, too. Pushing herself up on her hands into a sitting position, Minerva's eyes met Hermione's smoldering mocha colored ones. Minerva didn't know if she had ever even felt such ardent need to have someone else that way, to have to fuck someone.
The younger witch somehow seemed to know, for she pushed her body up and flush with Minerva's, their sweaty bodies connecting, the weight of their breasts against each other as Hermione whispered in Minerva's ear. "I'm so wet for you…" it sounded, followed by the younger witch firmly taking the older one's hand and leading it to her wet sex.
As Minerva's green eyes fluttered shut at the satisfaction of how wet this vixen in fact was for her, she heard Hermione's laughter, like waterfalls of perfect sounds beside her ear. She felt the feeling of possession come over her even stronger then. She growled. "Hands and knees," she ordered in a tone more demanding than she ever even could have sounded in the classroom, "now."
If Hermione was afraid of it, though, she didn't show it. Obediently, she moved away from Minerva to sit down on her hands and knees at the end of the double bed with her buttocks towards Minerva, her head over her shoulder so that she could still look at Minerva in anticipation. She was not afraid. Instead, the tone of raw need that had come from Minerva's mouth made her even wetter. She could feel her own wetness slide down over her right thigh.
As Minerva saw this, she followed her instinct and most primal need, moving and holding Hermione's hips before leaning down to run her tongue over the younger witch's thigh, meeting the glob of wetness about halfway, swallowing before immediately moving in a bit further and pushing her tongue against the younger witch's folds. She reveled in the taste, but it wasn't enough. As Minerva slid her hand down between Hermione's spread legs, she dug in her long nails and left marks upon Hermione's buttocks. When she felt not the slightest resistance at all at her entrance, Minerva entered with three fingers immediately.
Gasping loudly, Hermione felt herself push back, against Minerva's lithe fingers. The former Headmistress' fingers were so gloriously long, and she felt the older witch so deeply… Hermione Granger needed for Minerva to fuck her, in a way that she would still feel it for the rest of the coming day and maybe even longer. She didn't know where this ardent need came from, but she craved to feel Minerva. "Please…" she uttered, even if Minerva would never know what she was begging for.
Where at that moment it was Hermione's most primal need to be taken by Minerva as hard and as fast she could, it was Minerva's to take her that way, and somehow she did know what exactly Hermione was begging for then. Nonverbally summoning her wand from wherever she had left it, she took a hold of it and nonverbally cast the spell they needed. A brief intense pain in her nether regions indicating, without doubt, that the spell hadn't been unsuccessful, Minerva dropped her fir wand. As Minerva's fingers left her, she grasped Hermione's hips tightly before aligning them with hers and pushing deep inside her before the younger Gryffindor had a chance to say anything.
Pulling Hermione's hips back every time she thrust, she felt herself filling the younger witch deeply over and over again –– deeper than even her long fingers could have possibly allowed. Moving her hands down to the younger woman's breasts, she pinched and pulled Hermione's nipples in time with her hard thrusts, too, eliciting cries from the brunette. They both knew it wouldn't take long for Hermione to get to her orgasm as well.
Feeling Minerva push so deeply inside as her nails dug near-painfully into Hermione's puckered nipples, she felt a pleasure that she couldn't possibly describe. "So good!" She felt the tingles of an orgasm in her stomach grow steadily stronger with every thrust until she couldn't take more. "Mi…nerva…" she managed between pants, arms and legs quivering as she pushed back against Minerva hard and reached her orgasm before she lost the strength in her limbs and she sank down on her stomach, Minerva, still inside, following after.
Unable to speak after such exertion at first, panting audibly, Minerva reached for Hermione's hand, entwining their fingers and squeezing. Hermione only squeezed back briefly, but, until they could speak again and talk about what exactly had happened, it was… enough.