Sure enough, I was too tired to appreciate the spacious bathroom. Instead, I was more focused on getting in and out of the shower, washing my hair thoroughly because I didn't want to have to worry about it tomorrow. By the time I was coming out wrapped in my fuzzy bathrobe and towel drying my hair, Severus was on his side of the bed, a book in hand. He glanced up, then quickly back down. I would have been a little miffed if not for the slight bob in his adam's apple. The thoughts of intimacy soon filled my mind, calling forth images of him working above me and the resounding fulfillment that he caused the night before. My nipples puckered at the same time my womb seemed to clench. The stories that the girls shared in the Gryffindor dorm rooms now seemed to have significance. The very idea that it was Severus Snape causing such heat in me was a novel experience in itself. I wondered if I could provoke such thoughts in him.
Smiling to myself, I grabbed a simple cotton nightgown that was modest in the top with a high lace neck but fell just to the edge of my butt. Still tantalizing, but not in a 'trying too hard' kinda way. It was a deep purple color that always looked good with my skin tone.
Taking a deep, steadying but silent breath, I untied my bathrobe and let it fall, doing my best to appear nonchalant. I counted to five while I moved my hair to my shoulder before dropping the nightgown over my head. Skipping knickers for the night, I picked up my robe and towel, hanging them from my side of the armoire. When I looked up to Severus as I headed to the bed, I felt like he was having an inner battle. I took that as a good sign while I crawled up on the high mattress. With little than no thought, I curled closer to him.
"What are you reading?" I asked as I got comfortable.
"Theory of Magic." His response sounded much more relaxed than he looked in the moment.
"Any good?"
"So far." He looked down at me, his tone and facial expressions much softer. Books could always be a common ground between us. Taking a chance, I jumped.
"Would you read some of it to me?" His one eyebrow rose.
"Last time I checked, you were a bit old for a bedtime story." His statement held no derision so I took that as a positive.
"I am. But I do like your voice and it is easier to ask that rather than try to read over your shoulder or ferret it from you." He snorted but kept his eyes on me. "Please?" I queried with a smile.
"Very well." He gave over, sinking down into his pillow more and began reading from where he left off. My amazement was blatant on my face but he was too focused on the text to notice. Instantly, my heart melted a little. He was trying, just as much as I was. I cuddled closer still to him and listened. As I thought, his voice in itself was magical. A warmth spread throughout me as I listened more to his baritone rather than the words themselves. I wasn't paying attention to the time but I know that we stayed like that for some time. But when I finally sighed in contentment and rested my head against his arm, he stopped. "I believe it is late."
"Thank you. Goodnight, Severus." I stayed close to him, settling once he had put the book on the nightstand and turned off the lights.
"Goodnight." He said, obviously thinking too much as he got comfortable with the new sleeping position. I tracked his breathing, slowly slipping into sleep.
I woke very early. I could tell by the enchanted window on the north wall that the sun was barely coming around. I was still cosied up to Severus but was surprised to feel his arms around me and that he had turned so that I could burrow into his chest more. I was touched at this more than I thought possible. While I was contemplating the emotions welling in me, I felt his arms tighten, his sharp intake of breath, and full stretch as he alerted me of his wakeful state. As he was coming back from his joints popping, I felt his erection against my stomach.
"Morning," his murmur was said into my hair.
"Good morning husband," I responded as I leaned further into him, his morning hard on inciting delicious thoughts. His eyes did not open until he felt my hand brush against him. Then I had his full attention. Smiling up at him, I let my touches become less tentative, fully grasping his girth when I was sure he wouldn't push me away. Our eyes stayed focused on one another as I stroked, watching his expression for what he liked best. Testing, I squeezed a little harder and was rewarded with a moan and his hand gripping my waist tighter. As my pace progressed, his jaw muscles tightened and a fine sheen of sweat graced his forehead.
"Enough," he pushed my hand off of him and pulled me on top, catching my jaw and bringing my lips down to his. I kissed back enthusiastically, positioning myself into a straddle and rubbing my now damp nether lips against his pulsing member. His tongue began to coax mine into his mouth so he could suck on it, inadvertently making more lubrication spill out of me. "So wet for me, wife. Is that why you wore this ridiculous scrap of cloth? Was it to seduce me?" His tone was liquid and I couldn't keep my eyes open even if I had wanted to. "Answer me witch." He commanded as his hand crept down to my throat.
"Yessss…" I slurred as I felt my own heartbeat against his thumb.
"Who would have thought that the brightest witch of her age could use that mind for more than textbooks? I did not realize in deflowering you that I would create such a hunger." My body flushed at the thought but soon lost concentration when his hand slipped underneath my nightgown to rub my clit. "Merlin, witch, you are so hot down here. I think it best I remove this and see if your tits are just as feverish." My nipples stood at attention already, but at the dirty undertone his words took, they seemed to harden almost painfully. Severus pulled the purple material off of me quickly, raising up so he could engulf one breast into his mouth and squeeze the other with his hand.
"That feels so good, Severus. Please, don't stop." I encouraged as I got closer and closer to my climax. Hecate and all the powers that be, the man wasn't even in me and I was about to explode.
"Oh I don't plan to stop until you're pretty pink pussy surrenders. Now cum for me, wife. I know you are close. Let me feel you soak my cock." And without further ado, despite my blazing blush at his crass words, I came. I practically screamed his name, my hands pulling and scratching his shoulders. He covered my mouth as my wail subsided, kissing me as he turned to put me on my back. "Such a good girl." He whispered between kisses, his prominent member rubbing my now oversensitive clit, keeping my high going.
"Please...please Severus...let me feel you in me. Let me please you…" I begged as I tried to wrap my legs around him to pull him in. He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath or two, before his eyes opened. They were twin pools of onyx that seemed to engulf me. No other word but lust could be used as he looked at me. His strong hands split my thighs open as wide and roughly as he could, positioning himself at my entrance.
"You want me in you? You want my cock, witch?" His usual sneer was in place, but his eyes and honey tone did nothing but make me melt further.
"Fuck yes, Severus. Please...I need you in me." Before my hands could reach him, he slammed into me, keeping my thighs pinned to the messy bedding. I was going to have bruises of his hand prints for weeks, but at this point, I couldn't care less. All that mattered was that my husband was driving me to bliss.
"I've got what you need, witch. Remember that. I am the one giving your needy little cunt what it needs." He said through each thrust. My eyes rolled back in my head just as he tipped my control over. And while I was experiencing my strongest orgasm yet, in the background, I could feel and hear him join me, his cursing in several languages being the only thing I could make out.
Finally able to open my eyes and see, I noticed that Severus was no longer above me, but beside me, panting as if he had just run a marathon. Well, I guess in a way he had, I thought with glee. The impervious Severus Snape that made first years cry knew how to please a woman. And Merlin knew I was the only woman he could do this to now. I began grinning, just imagining what it would be like to tell the girls of Gryffindor that while they were complaining about their short lasting pleasure with their boys that I had someone who actually knew what the bloody hell he was doing. They often referred to me as 'ice princess' and 'prude,' because I never gave into the hormonal neediness of the boys in our class, with the exception of Viktor. If only they knew. The look on Lavender's face alone would have been priceless.
"We had better shower. I don't think you'd be able to hide the smell of me on you from your two dunderheaded friends, even if you tried." He spoke with a hint of humor, though his face seemed to be adjusting back to its mask. I turned and sniffed my shoulder, oddly pleased with the smell of sandalwood on me. What a shame I would have to cleanse that off of me. But then a moment of inspiration hit me and I thought that maybe I could prolong the inevitable facade coming back by just a little time.
"Will you take a shower with me?" I asked sweetly, turning so I could see his expression. He looked at me, shocked.
"How is it that you were a virgin the day before yesterday and all of a sudden you have opened up this pavilon of sexual drive?" It was a good question. The gods knew that I had been blushing at the idea of him even seeing me naked not two days ago. In all honesty though, the fact that even when he didn't want to, he made me feel wanted. His dark eyes alone told me he wanted me. I recalled the bob in his throat that had accompanied me from the shower yesterday.
"I may have been a virgin and inexperienced being with a man, but that does not mean my mind did not have an idea of what I wanted or needed. I may act proper and prim in class or when I am around my classmates, but that was what I was taught being a lady was about. However, I always knew that once I was with a man I was comfortable with, then I could try all the things I have fantasized about. You and I are bound for life. Why not enjoy it? We clearly have chemistry in bed. I am more than happy to act on it since we can."
"So your hesitation had nothing to do with sex with me at all?"
"I'm not saying that. Severus, you have been an intimidating figure since I was twelve years old. Of course that made me nervous. As did the idea of being married to you in general. But not because of your age or you as a person, because behind closed doors you have been a different person. The outward persona you have given me all these years is what made me hesitate. By all accounts, I was close to thinking you despised me. I now know that though I irritate you with my thoroughness and never ending questions, you do not hate me. I'll even wager that you may enjoy parts of me." I winked at him shyly before continuing. "You have a job you have to do. And despite the boys insistence that you are evil, I know better." My hand had been caressing his chest while I spoke and judging by the sharp intake of breath here and there, my words surprised him. "Now, would you like to join me for a shower before our day of acting begins?"
"Yes, witch, I think I would." He practically purred as one of his hands came out to tweak an already sensitive nipple.
"Perfect answer." I giggled and hurried off the bed, combing my hair into a bun on the top of my head. Finally giving the shower a good look, I was beyond pleased to not have to share with the other Prefects ever again. The shower was a black marble that held four shower heads. One overhead and one on each of the shower walls. There was a large bench on the far wall that would make shaving a breeze. Just as I was leaning in to turn on the taps, Severus came up behind me, his hands gripping my hips and his newly formed erection pressing into my lower back. His insistent pushing got me into the water before it was properly warmed and I practically screamed. He soon silenced me by lifting me to the wall, covering my mouth with his, and working his tip up into me. My fingers scrambled around his back until I was able to gain purchase, locking my ankles around his waist.
"Fuck, wife, your pussy was ready for this, wasn't it?" He released my lips and whispered into my neck, sucking hard. "I did not think that good Gryffindor women got this wet and wanton for men. Nor did I think that they could be so needy for cock." His hands clenched and spread my arse cheeks while he pistoned in and out of me. If not for the water drenching us both, I would have thought I was in another universe. So much for putting my hair in a bun to keep it from getting wet. Before I could even tell, an orgasm spilled over the cusp and I came hard.
Through the brain fog of pleasure, I responded, "Well if my former roommates are to be believed, they've never had a Slytherin able to finish the job. But it seems there was at least one exception to that." I felt his chuckle against my throat as he continued sucking and kissing, though his thrusts started getting both deeper and faster, making the air in my lungs freeze.
"And do you plan to share that with them? Let them know that your pink little cunt is getting a good stretch from a Slytherin?" He had left my neck and was now looking down at me, his eyes ablaze. I knew I was blushing again. I felt it spread down to my chest as he watched me. Again, the idea of telling Lavender and the other girls that I was being thoroughly shagged by a man who knew how to do so was comical and almost vidicating.
"No," I said, running my nails from his back, up his shoulders, and down his shoulders. "I am not about to share what I have right here, not even in words. Let them complain about the unsatisfactory rendezvous they have to sneak into broom closets and hide their disappointment while I get to scream my orgasms." He smirked at that, bending down to kiss me. "Now, Severus," I unlocked my ankles and pulled my hands back. "I feel like I have something very hard to study." Without further ado, I went to my knees, looking at his engorged cock. I gripped the base, remembering how he had reacted only a few minutes ago in bed to my handling, and stroking it.
"Fuck…." I heard Severus whisper. Looking up, I saw that he was watching me, his throat bobbing as if in anticipation. Feeling a little better, I set my attention back to the matter literally at hand. Testingly, I reached out with my tongue and swiped it over the tip experimentally. Above me, Severus seemed to have lost his air. My hand dropped, replaced with my lips and tongue, tracing the veins that went up and down his shaft. Traces of my own cum were still present, but it was not as off putting as I imagined. Just when I felt Severus start to shake with tension, I went back to the tip, meeting his eyes, and taking it into my mouth. His voice, already a deep baritone, seemed to drop further as he groaned. My hands came up to his thighs while I started to take more of him, breathing through my nose. It wasn't until I felt his hand in my hair and he murmur another husky 'fuck' that I realized just how much of his cock was in my mouth.
Even with his girth, I had more than half of him in, the head of him hitting the back of my throat. There was a little tightness and my eyes watered a bit, but no discomfort. Some women in the blogs had mentioned a lack of a gag reflex. Seemed I was one of the lucky ones. I held him for a moment or two, meeting his eyes, and then pulled back, sucking in my cheeks as Lavender had once demonstrated. At least living with her for four years had had some use. I kept a slow pace, watching his facial expressions closely. My jaw was aching, but I refused to quit. I wanted to experience this and I wanted him too as well. Unfortunately, Severus had a different thought process. He gently tugged my hair until I released him.
"As lovely as this is, I want to cum inside that cunt of yours." He helped me stand then had me bend over the bench, lining his cock up to my slit and sinking in slowly. "Yes…." His hiss was louder than the spray from the shower, even louder than the moan that escaped me. My opening was sore, but I refused to say anything for fear he would stop. "I've been thinking of having you bent over since I saw you in your corset and stockings. I knew that your little pussy would feel so snug with my cock filling it, but at this angle witch, I know you can feel every inch of my cock, just as I feel every little ripple of you. Every pulse that your womb has." As I started to push back, enthralled by his words, he began moving faster against me. "You sucked my cock so well. If not for your tentativeness, I would have thought you had done it before. But I know better. That was your first time, wasn't it?" I moaned but could not do much more. I was too preoccupied with my impending release. Sure enough, the both of us reached it at almost the same time, mine coming only moments after his.