AN: Sorry for being a bit slower with this update, I have been afflicted with the lurgy, boo, hiss. Thanks again to Allyll- I really appreciate your reviews! Also to and smithback for your reviews. In answer to Allyll- I might continue on past this night if there's interest, and if it seems right to continue following their story…
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Disclaimer: HP's world, HP characters etc. are property of the wonderful JKR. As aforementioned I am merely a smutty bystander.
He traced a slow circle over her breast before curling his fingers around her nipple and holding it securely. She had stilled completely under his newly deliberate touch. He watched her face; she had shut her eyes and caught her bottom lip in her teeth. He started to twist her nipple and she bit her lip a little harder but accepted the twinge of pain. Severus smiled again and pulled her breast up by his grip, he was rewarded with a small gasp and released her nipple to let his hand continue caressing her torso.
Her skin was shiny and thickened with scars in some places; war wounds. He ran the back of his nails over these spots, making Hermione twitch and buck at each unexpected, delicious scrape.
Severus drew his hand down to circle the sensitive skin over her hipbones, he pushed himself further down the bed, kissed her sensuously there, then scraped his chin over the same spot, eyes still on Hermione's face. She groaned and writhed at the sandpaper sensation of his slight stubble over her unprotected skin but kept her eyes resolutely shut, fearing he would stop if she so much as looked at him.
"Hermione." He said clearly, "Roll over and kneel on all fours."
She nodded and moved as he asked, that full bottom lip still captured in her teeth. She felt exposed in that position- as if on show- with her black knickers, stockings and heels still on. She felt him move behind her and wondered if he was enjoying her vulnerable situation. She felt oddly aroused- she had never felt so on display before.
He let his hands ghost up and down her sides, smiling at the goose bumps he raised. He felt his resolve crumble as she moaned a little at his more gentle touch. He reached out, grabbed a fistful of her abundant hair and pushed her down, forcing her upper body to press into the mattress, he held her in place for a moment, silently expressing his desire for her to remain still, then he released her and knelt back.
Her bottom was raised now, like an altar he should worship at. She was rounded and beautiful. He hooked his fingers over either side of her knickers and pulled them down leisurely as Hermione obligingly lifted one knee, then the other, so he could drop them to the floor. Her mound peeked through her legs, and he toyed with the idea of running his tongue over her to taste her, but his rapidly rejuvenating manhood urged him to put aside that desire for later. He had her spread before him, willingly offering herself to him, he could see her arousal; and felt himself jerk into harder readiness in response.
She moaned into the pillows as the cool air of his subconscious exhalation teased at her opening. As soon as she made her small noise of desire his hands were at her sides again, firmly this time, clutching at her- a moment later she felt the warm tip of him rub a smooth line down her glistening folds to pause, pulsing, at her clitoris. She rubbed her forehead back and forth over the pillow desperately,
"Please, please, please, please, please…" she chanted like an incantation, and was rewarded as he started moving up and down over her folds, mingling his own juices with hers, driving her to push back in her suddenly wild need, but his hands cruelly tightened at her hips and held her in place. She whimpered and gripped at the sheets with clawed hands, only to freeze in place as she felt him pause at her entrance, hot, wet, waiting.
A heartbeat stretched to a millennia.
Then he pushed into her, and the world moved again. He drove carefully, inexorably to the very end of her, then pulled out with the same care. She tried to force herself back onto him in her desire, but he was so very much stronger than her and held her in place.
His head was thrown back, ecstasy written on his features. He was torturing himself at this pace; but it was delicious torture. She writhed beneath him as he explored her slowly. She enveloped him perfectly; incredibly wet, he slipped in and out of her with the most decadent of sounds, revelling in the smooth acceptance of his head into her passage each time, an intense and intimate caress he savoured fervently.
He started to lose his self-control, she was moaning guttural prayers into her pillow with each push, and his thighs had become slippery with their mingled essence, he grit his teeth, bowed his head, and allowed himself to fulfil his fantasy.
She lost herself when he began pounding into her; she gasped her screams into the bed and felt waves of climax build at the painful pleasure of each slamming thrust. She had imagined being taken by him in so many ways, and yet this was perfect; animalistic, base, true to instinct. She raised her head and grabbed fistfuls of the sheets as her body began to unravel.
"Sev…Severus… God, Severusss…" she caught her tongue between her teeth and tried to hold on, to wait, but he only dug his nails into her and kept hammering.
"Come for me, Hermione, Come for me," he hissed between his teeth.
He felt her entire body stiffen in an all-encompassing, silent apex before she crashed into her orgasm with harsh, wordless screams, he kept his pace as he felt her pulse around him, squeezing him closer to his own relief. His hair, damp with his exertion, swung around his face, his brows met as he drove into her a final time and he felt himself release into her in scalding, overwhelming pulsations,
"Hermione!" he rasped, and let his head drop as the last of his climax trembled through his body.
He stayed in place, breathing ragged and heart slowing from its fevered pace. He had never felt so utterly spent, so completely fulfilled. He hated to disentangle from her, but his thighs threatened to topple him after his exertions, and so with a small moan from her, he pulled himself from her warm embrace. He allowed himself a moment of licentious excitement at the sight of his seed starting to drip from her folds before he gently toppled to lie next to her.
Hermione slowly opened her eyes and let her hips gracefully slip sideways so she lay facing him. A lazy, satisfied smile played at her lips as she caught her own breath. She stretched luxuriously, then giggled as her high heels snagged in the sheets, she reached down with one hand and pulled them both off, dropping them over the side of the bed.
Their eyes met. Hermione waited for the blush, but it didn't appear. Instead she confidently held his gaze, and kept smiling. He drank in her expression, memorised her swollen lips, her dark eyes and wild hair. He branded his mind with this moment. He felt suddenly overawed at the actuality of their connection and his heart gave a strange jolt. He felt his mouth move to mirror Hermione's smile.
"Stay," she whispered.
"Yes," he replied.