AN:
— The conclusion to the Songs of Amortentia series.
— While reading the previous two works are not necessary as you can glean what's occurred from Hermione's monologue, I of course would love it if you did.
Andante, Andante
Detention with Professor Snape - Severus - proved to be everything Hermione had hoped for and more. For weeks following the incident that had started it all, she would eat her dinner in a mild rush sandwiched between either Harry or Ron and Neville with the other across the table from them with Ginny, Dean, and occasionally Lavender. While she ate, her eyes would sneak glances up to the head table to see him as if pulled by magnets, small smiles gracing her face every time she found his own stern gaze sweeping the Hall in search of her. More than two months had passed and still her friends relished in taking the piss out of her for having kissed the Greasy Dungeon Bat of all professors. This was then always followed by a collective commiseration of the term long detention she had to serve for her offense.
Though all her nights were now occupied by their fearsome and often loathed professor, it wasn't a penance in the slightest. In fact, it was what she waited all day long with baited breath for. Seeing him rise from his chair at the head table and sweep out of the Great Hall in a mass of billowing robes like the very night that held their secrets, stirred her very being without fail during every dinner. His captivating presence as he retreated to his office and rooms for the evening made a countdown in her head commence. The seconds would tick by as her pace of eating picked up and she waited for enough time to pass so she seemed to be dreading her coming punishment and not bouncing with a delighted urge to run after the man who so securely held her heart in his scared and calloused hands.
Tonight though she was even more on edge, more eager, more enraptured than all the other nights since she had told him she loved him and he whispered his reciprocated feelings back in her ear. Over the nights of her detentions, he had taken things gently and easy with her - almost hesitant to ever ask for even a fraction more of her than what she had already given. Even as she would whimper and sigh to go further while clutched in his possessive arms, her dour and passionate professor continued to only wade through the waves of their growing and exploring touches; each one leaving her warm, breathless, and buoyant, but always in need of more by the time their evenings came to an end.
Their languid pace wasn't born of his outright denial of her or as she had feared in those earlier weeks, that he found her amorous kisses and caresses too unpracticed to seek more. Instead, he had confessed to her one night before the fire in his chambers while she sat in his lap, her fingers dancing along the open collar of his shirt, that when she had been so impertinent as to have kissed him during class, it had been his first. Not his first in some time as she had initially guessed, but his first in the thirty-six - almost thirty-seven - years of his sad, lonely life. His words had simultaneously broken and inflated her heart, making her swoop between soaring in his love and diving in his sorrow.
It had been then that Hermione had told him - though she was sure he already knew but a truth for a truth had always been their deal - that she too had never been a witch highly sought after by wizards, having never been kissed until she stole one from his lips. Her returned confession was quickly followed with the unashamed offer of giving Severus all of her to keep and covet. He guarded her heart, nurtured her mind, and she wanted him to own and worship her body, methodically learning every hidden crevice and kept secret her untouched flesh possessed.
His buried insecurities unearthed themselves that night as he repositioned her from sitting astride his thighs where she could look into his fathomless, molten dark chocolate eyes and instead tucked her into his side, the both of them watching the flames frolic in the hearth. Low and with a purring voice that stroked her like hands over velvet, he offered her another key of access into his own closely guarded mind and heart. He told her how his life was a repeated history of being just within reach of - his fingers from time to time even grazing - that what which he wanted most only for it to wither and turn to ash on the wind before his eyes. She had done her best to reassure him that she was the outlier, the one that others would have discarded for throwing off the curve, but he had remained in his melancholic haze, hugging her to his side as if waiting for her to turn to smoke.
Finally as the end of their time for the night approached - silent tears having stained her cheeks as she filled with anger for those that had hurt him and crippling heartache for the abused conditioning of his mind - he had made her an offer. He requested eight more weeks of her time; eight weeks to continue as they had; hidden away under the charade of her detention. Eight more weeks in which they would talk, kiss, and hold on to each other without an inch of space between them as they obsessively whispered of their love. Then if after those eight weeks her mind remained unchanged, her heart still his, then and only then would he give her the physically worn and tattered parts of himself that he felt was an unfair exchange for what she would give him.
So she had spent eight weeks, fifty-six nights, sequestered away with her professor, her love, learning and cherishing every facet of his mind, heart, and soul with him learning her in return. All the while, the both of them stealing kisses of both affection and heated adoration, as well as tender and tentative touches and movements that flirted with their boundaries. Each night making it harder and harder for them to part as the hours grew late, their bodies like live wires begging for an anchor that only the other's equally aroused and wanting flesh could provide; their minds lining up with their physically awakened lust having been stroked and caressed with passion filled discussions and devotion worthy words.
And as the final weeks and days approached they started to crumble and engage in the sharing of erotically charged, masochistic conversations where they detailed how they touched themselves upon their separation. How their fingers would glide over their sensitive skin as they imagined the other's massaging kneads and soft grips until both were wet and panting with release. In turn, their boundaries got pushed back more and more.
Severus finally electing to unbutton her further and further each night - exposing her simple covered breasts to his eyes - allowed his lips to worship each of her swells and his tongue to dance along the seam of her bra's cups until her nipples hardened into erect peaks and her areolas pebbled to stand proudly through the light padding. He even granted his hands permission to venture beneath her skirt, to better palm her bum, his hands growing bold as he dared to slip beneath her knickers to press his fingers into the firm muscle without a barrier. And just the night before, he hesitantly traced his fingers along the outside of her damp gusset, a long groan accompanying his touch as her body responded with jerked, needy surprise, her hips vigorously rocking into his hand until her arousal left his fingers glistening and his eyes alight with fire as he brought her taste to his mouth, the sight shattering her with a keening cry as she soaked his lap.
For Hermione's part, that hadn't been the first time she had destroyed his trousers. As they slowly, then hurriedly regretted their agreement of eight weeks, she had relished in the feel of his turgid, wool clad erection between her thighs - a feeling he had denied her up until that point always adjusting her in just such a manner so as to spare her the delight of his thick and long member. She would repeatedly and wantonly rub herself off on him to the rhythm of their plundering tongues, continuing past the point of gasping orgasm. She would ride him into a second, a third, and even hurdle herself into a gushing fourth. The squirting occurrence turning her throat raw from her pleasured screams of his name; his mouth latched along her neck or collarbone, coloring her skin with his bruising kisses as the evidence of her ardent passion for him seeped through his trousers; the wetness in his lap further spreading as his own release mixed with hers. His equally vocalized awe coming with a groan into the valley of her breasts as he looked at where they were lined up, transfixed by the sight.
The culmination of their mostly patient waiting came to a head tonight though. Their eight weeks had officially ended midweek and the last two days and nights had been agonizingly slow as they awaited Friday night. With Gryffindor playing an early match against Hufflepuff the following morning, she knew Harry would have the team on a strict schedule of an early bedtime and thus no one would be awake to notice her lack of return to their tower. They would have the whole night together, not just their stolen three or four hours following dinner. An entire night to strip each other bare and pet, kiss, lick, and suck their way to bliss before Severus finally claimed what she vowed she would only ever share with him.
No longer able to contain her excitement or keep up her poorly constructed facade of dread for her friends, Hermione excused herself from the table and once she was clear of the Great Hall, raced to the nearest restroom. Unpacking her school bag in the stall, she dug out the spare clothes she had carefully selected the night prior as well as the sweet and tastefully racy lingerie she had purchased weeks ago specifically to wear for his unwrapping of her. Slipping on the plum raisin colored lace romper - a color she never would have guessed in a million years to be his favorite had they never come together as they had - and tying the satin ribbons beneath her bust and around her neck into bows worthy of a Christmas window display in Knightsbridge, she pulled on her best jeans for the way they cupped her bum and hugged the curves of her toned thighs as well as a thick cream colored jumper that whispered without confirming the presence of something special beneath her clothes. With her uniform stuffed back in her bag and her toiletries and change of clothes for the following morning placed on top, she made her way to Severus as if she were walking on air.
Knocking before she stepped through the partially ajar door of his classroom - a habit she hated though knew was necessary for the times she had arrived to find a fellow student or another professor with him - she softly called, "Professor Snape?"
In answer, the door closed behind her with a snick of the latch before the tumblers of the deadbolt fell into place, making her heart race with expectant excitement. Nearly running up the aisle between the desks, she climbed the stairs to his office, pushing that door wide as she stepped in and drew up short.
Hermione never considered herself one for the impracticalities of daydreams and fantasies. She wasn't like the girls in her dorm who held unattainable visions of how their first time would be. She had never given much thought to it beyond assuming it would eventually happen for her one day. At least until Severus.
And after coaxing him into her life and earning his affection, the only thing she thought of was how she was certain he was the only one she wished to share the milestone with and how she wanted no others to come after him. She unequivocally belonged to him and him alone. The security of that fact was more than enough for her going into her first time. Her somber and Grim like professor however had given much more thought into the night and whether it be for her or for him, had taken great care in expressing as such.
Marking the path from the doorway of his office into his chambers - which was revealed by only a sliver of an opening behind his bookcases - were hundreds of plucked rose petals. Lining the romantic dream were dozens of votive and pillar candles, their flickering flames beckoning her to him and what awaited beyond the secret door. Smiling at the memorable romanticism of it all and knowing she had truly found a once in a lifetime sort of love in Severus, she nearly skipped through the course, her hands trembling as they crossed over her swelling heart.
Crossing into his chambers, she was greeted with a continuation of every other witch's far fetched fantasy brought to life without expectation for her and the soft strands of a string quartet humming from his gramophone. Depositing her bag on the coffee table as she passed, spinning to take in the full effect of the laborious picture he had created for her and stepping out of her shoes before she entered his room, she wasted no time upon seeing him waiting for her. Running the rest of the way, she launched herself into his arms, kissing him off center as she wrapped her body around his, giving him a litany of love, praise, and gratitude between each hard and gentle press of her lips against his.
"You did all this for me?"
"There is not a lot I can promise you, but unwavering devotion, steadfast love, ironclad fidelity, and the will to treat you in a manner befitting of how precious you are to me, are things I can not only promise, but commit to acting on every single day for as long as you'll have me and even after."
Running her hands over his hair and tilting his head back so he looked up into her eyes, she sweetly teased while silently wishing it to be true, "Severus, I think you've gone loopy. Maybe we should get you checked out. You sound as if you just proposed marriage to me."
Setting her back on the floor in a way that had each inch of her body brushing against his, striking the match that would grow into their passion filled night, he stepped back from her and held a ring between his fingers as he lowered himself to his knees like a worshiper at the altar of their favored deity.
"I am," he quietly replied, the soft blush from when she had kissed him returning to his cheeks and no doubt his ears though she couldn't see them. "That is if you'll have me with my sour mood, abysmal outlook, and less than pleasant body."
Dropping to her knees, she cupped his face, and kissed him once more as she eagerly accepted, "I don't know who is more mad in this situation, but yes. Today, tomorrow, next month, ten years from now; no matter how long I have to wait until we can come out from the shadows, my answer will always be yes."
Slipping the gold band onto her left ring finger that curved up and down to her knuckles with leaves of marquise diamonds with his own shaking fingers, he kissed her once more, his tongue seeking entrance into her mouth.
With her fingers threaded through his hair and his hands gripping the top of her bum, he encouraged her to re-wrap her legs around his hips, rising from the ground as her inner thighs clenched to secure her to him. Kissing her sweetly and passionately, he walked them over to his bed, a knee coming on to the mattress as he deposited her in the center of the silken duvet, laying her back amongst the pillows, his dark eyes shimmering with a bounty of emotion as he looked down at her. Not allowing him more than that single moment to separate from her, she clung to the nape of his neck and used it as leverage to pull him down with her, fussing their lips back together as his weight settled around her.
As their tongues tangled in a dance of their own making, their hands began to wander. First his as he brushed her errant curls back from her face, the back of his knuckles caressing her cheek as he continued down to the column of her neck; his roughened fingertips gentle as they teased the sensitive and delicate tendons. Then hers as she slipped her hands between them, rucking his dress shirt up from where it was crisply tucked into his trousers, her fingers disappearing beneath it to pet at the wirey ridges of his muscles and map the unseen topography of the peaks and valleys that made up his various scars.
Pushing him back, his brow creased as he watched her, his coming question silenced as she followed him and continued to guide him to lay beneath her. Balanced as they were, his loving gaze looked up at her as she charged ahead without the restraints of hesitation. Settling between his thighs, she worked each button loose, her lips following their trail with a kiss and a lick of devotion at each inch of newly exposed skin. Baring his chest to her, she languidly ran her hands back up the contours of his stomach as she moved closer to the headboard, her face parallel with the waistband of his trousers.
For weeks, his attentive affections had remained on her. Every touch and kiss was given with thought and care only for her pleasure, his own not even a blip on the radar. And when she would try to turn the blossom of their physical love to him - wishing to bring the mind shattering euphoria to him with intention instead of as a by-product of her own chased release - his large, capable hands always acted as a stop force. Now with his final shield removed, leaving him more exposed and vulnerable to her than ever before, she swiped her tongue between his hips making his stomach contract while her fingers came up to tug his belt open.
Grasping her shoulders and squeezing her until she looked up at him, he panted, "I don't know if you should."
"Why not?" She asked, sitting back on her heels refusing to allow a sense of rejection seep in until he explained himself.
"I'm thirty-six years old, Hermione. My refractory period is not that of a wizard more inline without own age. Though I know I will enjoy myself beyond measure, I fear the path you're taking will lead to things being over far too quickly - embarrassingly so. I simply want tonight to be perfect for you, my love."
Resting her hands on his taut thighs, she sought confirmation, "We have all night together, correct? I don't have to leave come ten or eleven o'clock like normal?"
"If staying with me is still what you wish, then yes."
Stretching back out between his legs, she looked up at him through her lashes and proceeded to pull his zipper down, saying, "Then please let me do this. I want to do this for you. I never want things to just be about me. Tonight, and every night before and after this, is about us.
"Whether you last all night or come within minutes, I want to touch and taste every part of you. Just as we have been, we'll take things easy; gentle like a summer's evening breeze, going slow and letting things grow."
Nodding his head as an audible and stuttered exhale escaped him, Severus wandlessly summoned a small collection of pillows to him. Stacking them up along the footboard so that he was at a slight incline, he nodded once more, his hands already fisting into the bedclothes as she gripped the waistband of his trousers.
Lifting his hips to aid in her removal of his clothing, she shucked the garment and his underwear down his legs leaving it bunched at his ankles for him to fuss over the rest of the way. Tentatively Hermione circled her fingers around his knees before trailing her trembling hands up his inner thighs. With a deep breath, she finally forced her gaze away from his face and looked down at his proud cock.
Finally seeing what he had only just recently allowed her to feel between her legs over his clothes, her mind sputtered as her mouth worked against the sudden pooling of drool. Just a moment ago, she had every action and technique she had read about in preparation for their foray into sex mapped out in her head. But at the sight of his thick and veiny member stretching up to bump against his navel, making the walls of her pussy clench with envious desperation, her mind became a void. One she only snapped out of it as the movement of his hand caught her attention instead.
Snatching his wrist to halt his attempt in covering himself up, she threw her own panic and embarrassment aside as she rushed to assure him, "You're big. I mean I knew that from the other night but you're much bigger than I thought.
"Lavender said penises generally measure from the base of the palm to the tip of the middle finger." Showing him her hand she stated the obvious as she said, "That is clearly nowhere near accurate.
"I've never had anything more than my two fingers inside of myself before, it's just shocking is all. In the best and most exciting, though slightly terrifying, of ways."
Reaching out to lace his fingers through her still raised hand, Severus tugged her up his body and murmured against her lips, "We're taking our time and going slow, remember?"
Humming under his kiss and the brush of his exposed cock along her belly, she replied, "Yes, nice and slow… soft and light… touching our souls."
"Exactly. Yours is the only heart and soul I wish to ever own; the only body I wish to ever explore," he vowed. "You're my shining treasure amongst the darkness; the one thing I shall love and cherish above all else, coveting nothing but more of your time and love for the rest of my days, however few or many I have left."
"I'll only ever love you, Severus," she returned with matching depth and promise. "You're the start and end of every adventure I wish to have in life. In your arms I know I am loved and safe. That I'm at home."
As they kissed, the pure intent of their words to each other wrapped around them in a shimmering light of silver and gold. Threads of magic spun into existence, entwining their vows with an old and sacred binding, joining their hearts and linking their minds making her as much a part of him as he was of her. Two whole and independent souls forging together into one unbreakable entity. The proof of their unwitting marriage binding appearing around their fingers in the form of permanent gold bands that were inlaid with a single live thread of the other's pulsating magic. His filled with a shimmering white and hers with a sparkling obsidian.
Filled as they were with preexisting love and lust for each other, the ancient magic that they had brought to life, ignited their desire turning it from a shy growing burn into a cautionless raging inferno.
Crunching up, Severus knotted his fingers through Hermione's curls, kissing her with a fiery desperation. Shoving his open Oxford down his shoulders and yanking it from his arms to throw without care to the floor, she raked her nails down his back as she sought purchase for her seeking hips away from his exposed erection.
Leaving her mouth as quickly as he had claimed it, he left a path of wet kisses along her jaw and down her neck as he hitched her thigh over his hip. With her anchored against him, he rose up on his knees just enough to tumble them backwards so she was stretched out beneath him.
Panting between sucking kisses at his bare shoulders, she released her arms from around him and began to pull at her own clothes.
"Off, off, off," she chanted as he rolled his hips between her thighs, her blasted jeans dulling the sensation of his cock sliding along her wet and eager pussy.
"Come here," he gruffly ordered, looping her arms around his neck as he dragged her up.
He roughly took the hem of her jumper in his hands and ripped the soft fabric over her head, the garment getting flung to a forgotten corner of his chambers.
Trailing his fingers down her throat and over the deep purple lace that covered her breasts and stomach before disappearing into her jeans, he reverently admired, "Gods, you're so beautiful," his lips coming to close around one her breasts, drawing a sharp keen from within her as her body arched beneath him.
As Severus tongued the stiff peak, his thumb and forefinger came up to pluck at the other. Hermione's breath turned ragged as he rolled and tweaked her nipple, the sensation shooting straight to her clit. Too impatient as her hips continued to thrust up to meet the grinding strokes of his cock, she reached between them and flicked the button of her jeans open, barely taking the time to undo the zipper before fighting to get them off.
"Please," she whimpered as her desperation was hindered by her position.
Looking up from her breasts, his normally stoic countenance was replaced with an almost boyish charm, cleansing the stress and weight of the choices he had made in what was basically another lifetime and returning the stolen years of his life.
Breathing through her nose as a moment of clarity penetrated the fog of lust in her brain, she cupped his face and whispered, "I love you."
"I love you too," he smiled, revealing for the first time a single dimple in his right cheek before kissing her nose. With a cheeky sort of charm that brought back the fervent need to be filled by him, he offered, "Now how about I get you out of these jeans and properly look upon the sweet wrappings you covered yourself in for me?"
"Yes, please do," she begged, reaching out to encircle her hand around his length.
Finding her fingers just barely missed touching each other, she added her other hand and began working them with opposing twists of her wrists, pumping up and down his well endowed length, her palms becoming slick with each pass over his head as she collected his running beads of moisture.
"Fuck," he groaned into her shoulder, as her pace picked up. "Hold me a bit tighter," he directed, giving a savage yank on her waistband to force it under her bum. As she complied with his need, he jerked in her hold and moaned, "Shit, I've been fucking my hand for weeks envisioning how you'd feel."
Nipping her skin as she moved with him so he could sit back and pull her legs free, he continued, "Your hands, your mouth, your sweet and tight little cunt, gods. I didn't even wank this much as a teenager but my thoughts of you has had me needing to rub one out three and four times a day," his dirty and candid words surprising her given his usually reserved nature even when alone with her.
Sighing as she climbed into his lap and rubbed the sopping wet gusset of her romper that was beginning to disappear between her greedy lips, she bounced on his cock, bring her palm up to lick him off her as she confessed, "When we're in class and your droning on in that silken register of yours, I have to fight the urge to slip my hand under my skirt and push aside my knickers so I can stuff myself with my fingers. I've been late almost every day to Ancient Runes because I have to stop in the bathroom and get myself off in order to make it the rest of the day until I can see you."
Feeling her lower abdomen begin to tighten as she continued to rub herself up and down his length, she reached between them to push aside her lingerie, making them both release a broken groan as they felt each other without barrier for the first time. With each stroke, the head of his cock grazed her swollen clit, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
"Severus…"
Gripping her bum and guiding her movements over him, he hummed in answer to his name.
"My nipples… please… they need…"
"I've got you," he purred, pulling at the satin bow around her neck.
The ribbon fluttered down her chest, pooling in her lap, the flimsy and delicate lace cups following close behind. With her jiggling breasts free, he cupped them both petting his thumbs over her hardened peaks.
"Yes, yes, just like that," she encouraged, her rhythm beginning to falter. "I'm so close… Severus, I'm so close," she panted.
"What do you need?" He asked along the shell of her ear, sparking an eruption of goose flesh.
With sweat misting her chest and her breath coming in short gasps, she begged, "I need you inside me. Tongue, fingers, cock, something."
Tugging on her lobe with his lip covered teeth, he guided her back on the bed and proceeded to pull the romper from her body, leaving her nude for his eyes alone. Kissing a wet path down her body, he sank between her thighs, lifting first one then the other over his broad shoulders, spreading her open.
"So beautiful," he crooned. Tracing his fingers down her slit, he purred, "And wet and messy," bringing his glistening finger to his mouth. Humming as he sucked the taste of her arousal, he decided, "As addicting as I had thought it would be," before lowering his newly wicked mouth to her lips and licking from the end of her soaked opening up to her distended clit, making her scream out in pleasure, her hips jerking up to hump his face.
First flicking the bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue, then flattening it against her as he sucked, he wasted no time in driving her into a maddening frenzy. Rolling her hips against his mouth, Hermione chased the pleasure he offered her, her hands diving into his hair to hold him against her as he penetrated her for the first time with his tongue curled.
Wishing he was deeper, she whimpered, "Your fingers, please. I need to be stretched and filled," her words dying off with a needy grunt as she saw him humping the rumbled bedclothes. "Oh gods, please just fuck me, Severus. I need you inside me. Please."
Nodding against her mons with a vibrating rumble of unintelligible words that had her moaning up to the ceiling, he untangled an arm that had been holding her legs open and caressed a finger down her slit. As he slowly worked it in, her needy pussy clenched around it, desperate to suck it in further. Pumping it in and out of her, he crooked and tickled his finger along her front wall until it hooked on a spot that had her hips shooting up as he worked in tandem with her clit.
"Right there," she breathlessly and needlessly informed him, her eyes screwing up as the braid of her coming orgasm tightened.
"Merlin's sac, you're so tight," he murmured, into her thigh. "So hot and wet. Unbelievably soft while strangling my finger. I can't wait to fit my cock inside you and make you mine."
"Yes, please. Make me yours. Own me. Fill me," she senselessly babbled, letting out a short groan as he worked a second finger into her.
Scissoring and fluttering his fingers, he circled and pushed along the walls of her cunt, stretching her swollen tissue as much as possible in preparation for his much thicker member. Returning to the spot that seemed to feed off her clit and her clit off of it, he tried out a series of different stimulating techniques, quickly picking up on what made her the most vocal.
Then as she felt her walls beginning to flutter and the sudden urge of needing to release her bladder, he worked a third finger in, stretching her in such a way that made her eyes go wide from the intrusion. Though the fit was tight, she was far too worked up to feel the stretch for more than a moment, her hips quickly working to match his pumping fingers.
Palming her own breasts as he worked her cunt up to taking his cock, Hermione began to arch her back as her muscles tightened and locked. With all three of his fingers pressing against the swollen tissue and his thumb working her clit at the same time, she teetered on the precipice for one slow and clear second before falling over into a euphoric abyss, with a shout of her professor turned husband's name, her orgasm holding his fingers hostage as she squirted and soaked the bed beneath her.
Panting as she floated back from where he had sent her, Hermione opened her arms up, urging Severus to come lay over her. With her arms and legs wrapped around him she kissed and lapped at his neck like a small kitten, her mind in a haze as her body glowed with warmth.
Chuckling as he nuzzled her hair, he murmured, "Do you still wish to continue tonight?"
Pulling his left hand up to her and kissing the wedding band she distantly knew should be cause for alarm though she couldn't bring herself to allow it pop their rosey bubble, she sighed, "Most definitely."
"I've read having you on top is one of the more comfortable positions for a witch's first time. It allows you to control the speed and depth of entry. Is that something you would prefer?"
Lazily shaking her head, she answered, "No, I find after so many nights of using you for my pleasure, I would rather it happen in a way that allows you to use me. But for what it's worth, I like how I am now, tucked beneath you and cradling you in between my thighs."
"So be it, my love," he granted, kissing her temple.
Spreading her thighs further apart, she created more space for him to sink into as she lifted her chest up to watch him work his erection several times before lining himself up to her entrance.
"Tell me if it hurts, Hermione and I'll stop. I promise."
Hooking her legs around his hips, her ankles crossing over his bum, she warned, "Don't you dare."
Chuckling at her indignation over the notion of him stopping, Severus unlocked her legs, returning them to their bent and wide position. Looking first at where they were about to be joined, they both watched as he slowly began to ease himself in, his brow pinching with every quarter inch he gained.
"How are you feeling?" He checked in as she stiffened at the stretch.
Exhaling through her mouth as she started to lay back, she nodded her head and quietly answered, "Good… it's a bit more than I thought if that makes sense but it feels good. Really good," she added with a surprised whine as he slipped further in, his body slowly beginning to lower over hers with each inch her pussy gave way.
"I'm almost there," he said through his teeth, his head hanging over her breasts as he panted and tried to regulate his breathing. "Bloody hell, you feel so good. I'm not even in all the way and I could come from the sensation of your tight cunt sucking me in."
Mewling at the return of his filthy mouth, Hermione hitched her right leg up higher, bringing her knee to the outside of her breast. The action caused Severus to lose the iron will he had and slip the rest of his cock into her, both of them taking a sharp inhale as he became fully sheathed inside her.
Breathing into his shoulder as she willed her body to remain relaxed, it wasn't long before the faint burn of her stretched walls gave way to a delicious sense of fullness. Tentatively trying out a rocking motion, she lifted her hips up, attempting to work herself over his length.
"Fuck," he drawed out, looping his arms under hers, his hands curling over her shoulders to provide him with leverage.
"Are you good?" She asked with a growing, desperate desire.
"Just a second longer," he reluctantly admitted, shifting so that her lift leg could rest over his elbow. Nodding his head against hers, he mumbled, "Okay I think I'm good," kissing her brow and the corner of her eye as she tilted her head back to reach his mouth.
With their lips sealed in a kiss, he slowly began to pull out of her, the retreat making her whimper at the gradual loss. As he reached a point where only the tip remained, he began to ease back in, his tongue seeking hers out. He repeated the slow and steady rhythm several more times, giving himself a chance to adjust his angle of entry so that his pubic bone grazed her clit with each thrust.
As he found his rhythm, Hermione let loose her own restraint and began practicing the lifting of her hips to match him thrust for thrust. Getting into a momentum that worked for them, their pace slowly increased until his chambers were filled with the erotic sound of her squelching pussy, the slap of their flesh against each other, and the mingled song of their panted moans and breathy sighs.
Where her earlier orgasm grew with blinding, lustful need, the repetitive rocking along her clit and the spongy texture of her G-Spot mixed with the layer of sounds they made and the slick glide of their sweat misted bodies, grew with the pace of a marathon, not a sprint. Their kisses were unhurried, their touches a gentle caress, all of it working together to eventually bring them both to the edge.
With his lips peppering kisses along her face in between his repeated words of love and promises to always try and be worthy of everything she was giving him, Severus began to lose the rhythm of their song, his body picking up in tempo.
"Shit…" he swore, his head resting against hers. "I wanted this to last so much longer."
Brushing her fingers up his side, Hermione cupped his cheek, his head turning into her touch as he pressed his lips into her palm, "This won't be our only time, my love. We have all night and every night after this to be together. Let go and just feel."
"I love you."
"I love you too; now fuck me into your bed."
" Our bed," he corrected, scooping up her other leg as he began a brutal pistoning of his hips, using the leverage he had on her to pull her down deeper on his swelling cock.
Snaking a hand over her stomach, she reached between her legs and began furiously rubbing her clit as the sweet sounds they had created turned heated and animalistic in their frenzy.
"Fuck… Severus, I'm close… I'm so close."
Kissing her forehead, he encouraged, "Keep going I'm right there," with shortened breath.
The growing ball of desire that they had stoked from a small flame into a forest fire, plummeted though her as she came with a choked, repetitive scream of his name, her cunt clamping around his cock with such force it caused his hips to stutter.
Grunting into her shoulder, as he rode out her pulsing walls, Severus groaned, "Mine," into the crook of her neck as he flooded her walls with his release.
Letting go of her legs, Hermione wrapped them around Severus's body holding him to her as he tried to pull out.
"No, stay," she pouted, guiding his face back into the crook of her neck. "Stay."
Leaving a path of languid kisses along the tendon of her neck, he adjusted her legs around him and hugged her back.
Sighing with a buoyant contentedness, she floated along the warm surface of their afterglow, enjoying the soft, caressing kisses that punctuated his feelings for her.
Lazily combing her fingers through his hair as his breath slowed and his cock softened and slipped out of her, she knew there was nowhere else she'd rather be. She was in his bed, tucked beneath him, wrapped up in his arms, with the proof of his love and desire for her gradually spilling out and coating the tops of her thighs.
Burrowing further into his embrace, she kissed the hollow of his throat before tucking her head in the space, sleepily saying, "Tonight was perfect, Severus. You made it so special for me, for us."
"Mmm…" he hummed, lifting her left hand up so the candlelight caught the glint of her engagement ring and the swirling essence of his magic that marked her as his wife. "This shouldn't have happened, but," he enunciated over her coming protest. "But I find I cannot feel guilt or regret over it.
"It's sure to cause a multitude of problems sooner rather than later but for all my time on this earth, for all the sins I've committed, mistakes I've made, falling in love with you isn't among them. You're a beacon calling me home through the storm, my absolution, my salvation. You're everything to me and as long as you do not regret it - and even if you one day grow to - I never could. You're my happiness."
Swallowing the lump of emotion that was clawing its way up her throat as a tear rolled down her cheek, she rolled with him so that he was on his back and she draped beside and over him.
Settled into a place where she would have to be forcibly restrained to prevent her from returning to it each night, she kissed his chest and reciprocated, "I'll never regret you, Severus. And if it takes the rest of our magically blessed long lives to convince you of such a thing, I will do it gladly and willingly because it will never be a burden to me to remind you of how deep my love is for you."
Then with an exhausted drawl to her speech, she cheekily whispered, "Let's rest for a bit and then do that again."
And though her eyes were heavy as she began surrendering herself to sleep, she knew he was smiling with that newly revealed dimple as he said, "While my ego appreciates the enthusiasm, you'll be too sore, my love. Maybe in a day or two."
"Then what's the point of being married to a Potions Master," she sighed. "Shouldn't you have something on hand to fix that?
"If not, I suggest you get brewing because I plan to get fucked by you many more times tonight and every night here after. After all, you're the only man I'll ever be with and I plan to take full advantage."
"Now how can I deny such a wanton request from my sweet wife?"
Yawning one last time, she mumbled, "You can't," before falling asleep, neither one of them realizing - then or for the next several weeks - that Severus nor Hermione had never had need for a contraceptive potion before and thus had not consumed one that night or any night after.