Chapter 49

(If you'd like this story to remain T; skip over this chapter as it moved it to the M category).

It was new. Tentative. Slow.

And Minerva easily teased Hermione's mouth open and was immediately rewarded with a low, guttural moan as she sank into the warmth. Loving the way Hermione's tongue gently slid along her own, coaxing her ever deeper.

Hands began sliding up her side and back, wrapping around her waist and Minerva merely continued extracting the wondrous delicacy of Hermione's mouth as her left hand palmed the side of Hermione's breast while bringing their lower bodies closer together which Hermione immediately tightened her hold on Minerva's waist and hips in silent agreement.

Seconds quietly passed as their tentative kiss continued to grow heated and their tongues more demanding. Hermione unwillingly broke the kiss as a gasp left swollen lips, her center pulsing as sure fingers tweaked her aching nipple again.

"Do…" Minerva kissed the salty flesh along the underside of Hermione's neck between words, "you want to stop?" She finished while gently latching on her ear lobe.

Hermione wanted to respond, but all she could do was moan as she ran her right hand up Minerva's back and then into thick silky hair; while her left one finally rediscovered the wholesome breast she had only moments ago helped to heal. She had never felt another woman's breast up until then, and certainly not in a sexual way, but as her hand cupped the supple flesh, she moaned at how…good it felt in her hand…how the nipple grazed across her palm and she could feel the flesh tightening and Minerva's nipple hardening because of what she was doing…and she moaned again…as her head innately tipped to the side to capture wanton lips as she continued to stroke Minerva's breast.

Minerva, though, pulled back breaking the kiss once more to stare into Hermione's eyes as their mildly heavy breathing blanketed the air. Because while she could regret a kiss, she could not and would not regret anything else, "Is this what you want?"

Hermione met clear green passionate eyes, "While I've never laid with a woman, I've also never been…" she forced the words out, knowing she had no reason for embarrassment with Minerva, "this…well…wet."

"And that did not answer my question, Hermione." She said, trying desperately not to acknowledge how aware she was of Hermione's reaction, as it was something that her baser instincts were reveling in and she could not wait to see if the woman tasted as good as she smelled.

"Well," Hermione reached out, fingers grazing Minerva's exposed breast once more, as she breathed a raspy response, "I don't want to stop." She watched as Minerva's jaw rippled and then slowly her eyes fluttered close as she kneaded the soft flesh, "And," she took a half step closer, while extending her other hand to the edge of the robe along Minerva's collarbone. "If you are alright with being with me, as I don't want to lose you…" She pushed the other half of the robe off of Minerva's shoulder to expose the whole of her chest.

Minerva ignored the way her robe was hanging about her waist, her breasts exposed before Hermione as she gently took both hands within her own, "Have you lain with anyone before?"

Hermione felt a blush ignite up her body, "I'm not a virgin, if that's what you're asking."

Minerva's brow cocked and a smile pulled at her lips, "Good." She said while beginning to walk backwards, pulling Hermione with her.

"Good? Why?" Hermione asked as she stepped into Minerva's bedroom.

"You'll see." Minerva let go of Hermione's hands and turned around, fingers untying the belt at her waist causing the robe to fall into a puddle on the floor to reveal just how long her legs were, and how creamy her skin was…as she slowly turned around, clad in only a pair of linen colored panties. "Now…" she stepped back to Hermione, "let's get you out of these clothes…shall we?"

Hermione's eyes closed as Minerva strode behind her, her heart hammering in her chest as her breathing became shallower. Sure fingers lifted the edge of her shirt, and they were gently running along her heated flesh and she leaned back into Minerva's solidarity as they slowly worked their way up and then off. She had thought that her bra would be next, but Minerva's hands returned to her flesh…ghosting along it…

"I thought…you were helping me out of these?" Hermione asked as she turned her head to the side to capture Minerva's lips while reaching her right hand up to thread her fingers into Minerva's hair. She was rewarded with a moan as their kiss deepened and then thought momentarily stopped as both of Minerva's hands began to knead her breasts through her bra. She lost the ability to focus, enabling Minerva's tongue to plunge deeply into her mouth while her nipples were begging for more and more attention, attention that Minerva was giving them and Hermione was drowning in pleasure. She wasn't sure how it happened, but she felt soft callused flesh skim over her nipples and knew that she no longer had a bra as her center pulsed and her head lulled back breaking the kiss, "Ohh…hmmmm…." As Minerva's nipples pressed into her back and she ground her hips backward eliciting a heated breathe from Minerva.

She reached back with her left hand, feeling bare leg and then a patch of clothe…and she forgot was she was doing as a hand sunk into her warm...

"You are so wet…" Her thick contralto breathed against her ear as she began moving her hand in a gentle rhythmic fashion.

"Don't stop…" Hermione breathed as she pushed into the pressure.

"But you still have clothes on…" Minerva quipped while nipping at her neck and continuing on her devilish rhythm.

"I don't care…" Hermione rasped, "I'm so close…"

"That you are," Minerva said while pressing into Hermione hips while her fingers pushed her ever closer.

"Oh…god, don't…stop….hmmm…." lips covered hers and Hermione melted into the body behind her as her center contracted tightly around nothing and she moaned into sensual lips as an orgasm spidered across her body. She continued kissing the warm lips and was only vaguely aware of her body being laid on a bed, but it was confirmed when warm lips left hers and she felt them encase her nipple.

Minerva began suckling it, while massaging her left one and beginning to once more tease her lower lips. She felt Minerva switch sides and found herself spreading her legs wider, involuntarily pushing her hips off the bed and into the phantom pressure she was assured was Minerva's hand. And slowly, Minerva sank lower, kissing her abdomen, "I want to taste you."

"Please…" Hermione threaded her hand into Minerva's hair as she lowered her head, and Hermione's hips jerked as a guttural moan left her lips and a new moistness gently spread across her own pearl. She knew she should stop, as it seemed inequitable, but as the devilish tongue moved up and then back down, and then up…she could do nothing but capitulate. Her body having taken the drug that's name was Minerva McGonagall…

And Merlin, what a drug.

She felt Minerva's tongue expand…before sliding back up and she innately pressed into the feeling and thrust her hips…

She felt fingers press into her hip bones…and a pressure mounting against her center…as something drug along her pearl…and she thrust her hips again…

And again.

And again.

And….

"Ohh…Min…erva…" she could no longer control her hips as they involuntarily began thrusting to the rhythm, her hand went lax in Minerva's hair as she pressed her face into the corner of a pillow. "God, don't stop…Miner…va…" Her hips met pressure along them and she pushed harder to meet the need, thrusting her hips upwards…tilting them…needing to feel the warmth… "Min…er…va…"

Somehow the rhythm increased and she groaned in need as she bucked into the warmth, "Ohhh…" and a storm of colors burst across her senses momentarily deadening out the world, and then her hips bucked again in need as Minerva lifted her head, licked her lips and began to crawl up her body. Her black hair partially still in plait hanging off her shoulder, but wisps framed her face as flushed skin neared, and full breasts swayed with her movement. She's beautiful, was the first thought that passed over her brain before Minerva was leaning down before her.

"I want you inside me." She kissed luscious lips before her, and at feeling Hermione's hands begin to move she broke their kiss apart. "No…" she shifted her hips and Hermione's fingers immediately jerked to Minerva's hips as she finished, "you."

"What'd…" Hermione groaned as Minerva slid along her, "you do to me?" She managed to breathlessly choke out.

"I'm a transfiguration mistress…" she rocked her hips forward, while placing her hands on Hermione's shoulders, "I'm sure, you can sort it out."

"But…why…" she felt Minerva begin to rock back down and could feel her center pulse while her groin tightened up more, "hmmm…" as her breasts became even tighter, "this? Why me versus…you?"

Minerva's pulse was pounding in her ears as she fought against her base instincts for moments more to answer Hermione's question, "I can't transfigure myself to this extent, and I haven't had time to teach you the spell…" she lowered her chest to brush her and Hermione's nipples as she continued, "as for this, so you'll know how it feels…and…" she slid forward again, "some of the options…when with women."

"I don't want any…other women…" Hermione barely managed to state knowing that each time Minerva shifted, they were that much closer to her being inside Minerva…

Minerva felt her heart skip a beat, mind momentarily over shadowing the tremendous need and feeling, "Then you'll return to Ronald?"

Hermione leaned forward, capturing Minerva's lips with her own as she pushed her hips up and felt an immense warmth encompass the whole of her, causing their kiss to break and Minerva to moan… when she finally managed to breath, she uttered a truth she'd never have believed at the start of summer and hardly had thought possible or realistic until not even an hour ago, "I only want you."

Minerva reached down and ran her hand across Hermione's cheek, before leaning down and capturing Hermione's lips as she brought their chests together. Both women moaned at the feeling of nipples pressing into nipples as their hands ran through the other's hair and then Hermione felt a need to push deeper and her hands automatically sank to either side of Minerva's waist and pulled her closer.

Minerva didn't wait for Hermione to adjust, and pulled back…and then slowly filled herself once more with Hermione…and she could nothing but what she had before…capitulate. The feeling was indescribable…

And she knew she wasn't going to last…

She didn't know exactly how she'd feel, but the tightening in her entire body was becoming pronounced, not that she cared, as her eyes were solely on the woman who was bobbing up and down…causing their breasts to intermittently achingly touch, and she leaned forward…capturing Minerva's mouth…

The last of her thought was replaced…

She could only feel the way she rocked in and out…

In.

Out.

Nipples brushing.

Touching.

Tongues plunging…and plundering.

Out and In.

She felt a vice grip seize along her, pulsing along the entire length of sensation but it wasn't enough as she heard Minerva whimper and she shifted their positions as the throbbing sensation continued and she pushed deeper.

Needing to be fully encompassed.

And then she felt Minerva's hand pull her to her…lips crashing into hers as she pulled out…

Hips lifting and meeting hers as she thrust in.

Hermione breaking their kiss to moan out Minerva's name, as the last of the world dissipated save for an overwhelming feeling of completeness.

Xoxo

a/n: hope you enjoyed.