A/N my wise readers tell me I need to post a warning about the content in this chapter. So here it is: this chapter contains two consenting adults enjoying an activity that is scientifically proven to improve their health and well being- mentally, physically, and emotionally. The activity is healthy, positive, natural, and in fact, their bodies were designed for the very activity in which they are indulging. The activity isn't dirty, or shameful, or wrong. It's FUN! It's NORMAL! It's HEALTHY! Do it with a man, do it with a woman, do it with someone of any or no gender identity, do it with yourself! If you're a prude, fuck off my fanfic. Otherwise, enjoy!
"Yes," Hermione says, and spreads her legs for him.
Severus moves to stand between her legs, sliding his hands up her thighs to rest them on her hips. He can feel her trembling slightly, but her eyes are calm. He leans forward and touches his forehead to hers, bringing a hand up to cup her cheek.
She scoots forward to the edge of the table and wraps her legs around him. It feels delicious to be naked and pressed up against his fully clothed body. She closes her eyes and sighs, just letting him hold her.
Severus feels the tension go out of Hermione's body with her sigh. She stops trembling. Her eyes are closed. He tips her head up and kisses her. Gently, he tells himself, you can do this gently. But Hermione is grabbing his face in her hands and pulling him down hard on her mouth, opening her lips to him, pulling him into her with her legs, grinding her naked body against him.
So Severus gives up on gentle and settles on thorough. He kiss becomes hard, almost bruising, and his tongue invades her mouth and fucks it crudely. He takes her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and is relentless with it, pinching it and kneading her breast until her moans turn to sobs in his mouth.
He abruptly ends the kiss and bends down to kiss and lick her sore nipple. Hermione sighs with relief. Severus lifts his head to look at her. She is swaying a bit and her eyes are a little glazed over. Her mouth looks swollen. He runs the pad of his thumb gently over her bottom lip.
"Was I too rough with you?" he asks, afraid of the answer.
Hermione shakes her head, then, remembers and says, "No."
"That table can't be comfortable, let me fix that," he says. His wand appears in his hand and he transfigures the top of his table to be cushioned and upholstered. "Better?"
Hermione gives him a smile. "Much," she says.
Severus cups the back of her head in his hand and pushes her gently onto her back, following her down. When she is splayed out underneath him he kisses her again, briefly, before getting her attention.
"Open you eyes and look at me, sweetheart," he says, and she does.
"Are you comfortable?"
Nod.
"Scared?"
Hesitation. "Only a little."
"Tell me about it," he says, stroking her hair. "We have all the time in the world."
"I'm afraid I won't come," she says, "I've never been able to with a partner."
"You might not, and if you don't, that's perfectly fine. It might take a few attempts, but I promise you I will succeed in teaching you how to come with me. But first- you do make yourself come?"
Nod.
"Good," he says, giving her a little kiss before continuing. "Your orgasm is in your mind, Hermione. It needs no help from me physically to actually take place. My job, really, is to intensify it in two ways: through physical stimulation and by keeping you aroused. Tell me, do you feel sexy splayed out underneath me on my kitchen table?"
This gets him a slow smile. "Yes."
"Good. You are. It's the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen in my life." He's telling her the truth. "I'm going to eat you for breakfast at my kitchen table, Hermione. After that, I'm going to take you upstairs to my bed and fuck you properly." He can feel her breathing increasing. Their talk is having its desired effect. "If you find it hard to concentrate, close your eyes and focus as hard as you can on the sensation of my mouth and tongue on your pussy- and- may I penetrate you with my fingers?"
"Yes, please."
He gives her a swift, hard, kiss. "Concentrate on that, too." Then he begins to kiss his way down her body, pulling up a chair and sitting down between her legs. He doesn't even have to part her legs further- as soon as he sits down she spreads herself open for him as far as she can.
Hermione is dripping wet and completely hairless. He tears his eyes away from the sight of it and looks back up at her face. She is watching him. Her expression is frank in its desire, completely unabashed. Again, her bravery puts him to shame. He dips his head to taste her, planting a firm, open-mouthed kiss over her clit, pressing his tongue up against it, never breaking eye contact.
The sound that tears out from between her lips at that first contact is a spell. A spell that erases all his doubt, fear, and self-loathing about what he is doing to her, about how he feels about her.
Keeping his lips locked around her clit, he gives her clit a few flicks with the tip of his tongue.
"Gods, Fuck, Severus," Hermione yells, rocking her hips forward and pressing into his mouth.
Severus groans into her, desperately trying to keep his licks measured and soft. His head is swimming with her taste, with her scent, the sound of the obscenities coming out of her mouth turning to incoherent groans. She is spreading her legs further apart and pushing against him.
He decides she needs something better than his face to push against, and brings one long forefinger up to her entrance, settling the tip of it just inside.
"Please, Severus," Hermione groans.
Good girl. He lets up the pressure on her clit, giving it a little break as he penetrates her. She whimpers a little at the intrusion and he immediately stills his hand. His stomach drops again, and this time he feels a little sick. She is too tight. If he tries to fuck her he is going to tear her in half, he is sure of it.
"Are you okay?" he asks her. "Does this hurt?"
"No," she says firmly. "Please, please, please don't stop Severus, please."
"I won't," he says, but he pulls his finger out of her.
She inhales to protest but he silences her with a gesture and produces his wand again, this time to conjure a pillow under her head.
"I need to be able to see your face for this part," he says gently, "I don't want to hurt you.
Hermione nods and settles her head on the pillow.
"You don't have to keep your eyes open, love, but I need you to keep your face turned to me, okay?"
She nods. "Now will you put your finger back inside me please?"
It's all Severus can do not to propose marriage to her on the spot. He dips his head, gives her clit a few soft kisses and flicks with his tongue. Then he sits up to get a good view of her face and positions his finger at her entrance again. She is staring back at him, fascinated, aroused, guileless.
He slides his finger back inside her, never taking his eyes from her face. It's hard to tell, her expression is intense and overwhelmed, but he doesn't think he is hurting her.
"How does that feel?" he asks her.
"Please just don't stop," she whimpers. And she is not dissembling. She means it. She is afraid he will stop.
He moves his other hand to rest on her belly right above her pubic bone. He presses down there gently. "Try to relax here," he says.
She nods, takes a deep breath, tries to unclench.
He feels her core relax. "Good girl," he croons. "Try to stay relaxed."
She takes another breath, her eyes still on his. His finger is sliding in and out of her easily now. Still watching her face, he slides his forefinger all the way into her until it is buried up to the last knuckle.
Hermione gasps, and groans. "Fuck, Severus."
"Soon," he promises her, dipping down briefly to her clit. Then, "I'm going to try another finger."
"Okay," she whispers.
Remarkably, the second one goes more smoothly than the first. Severus is weeping inwardly with relief. He begins to think he can keep his promise to fuck her without ripping her apart. When he has two fingers buried inside her, Hermione's eyes drift shut. Her muttered curses devolve into indecipherable gibberish, then to deep moans punctuated by gasps. He can't help but grin wickedly to himself when he rotates his hand and, feeling with curled fingers, finds that little spot-
Hermione's head bolts up. "Severus!" she says, looking panicked.
It takes all his self control not to laugh at the horrified look on her face. Right on cue. "You're not going to pee on me, love. Relax."
He mouth pops open. "How did you-"
"I promise," he says, and dips his head down to lick her clit, fucking her gently with his fingers. When she finally relaxes, he curls his fingers up again, and increases the pressure on her clit.
For a moment, no response. She is absolutely still. He sucks a little on her clit, pulling more blood into it and pummeling it with his tongue. Then-
"OH MY FUCKING GODS, SEVERUS!"
He lifts his head up to say. "Relax, concentrate on the sensation, and take your time. You are a fucking goddess and I can do this all day."
Then Severus bends his head and sets himself to the task of making Hermione come. She is close. Now, his job is to keep her there and keep it feeling good until she figures out how to let go. He brings her to the brink twice, and twice she gets in her own way. The third time he brings her to the brink he ads his ring finger to his fore and middle finger inside her. Her orgasm is fucking gloriously loud and messy. By the time he lifts his head and pulls his fingers from her body his ears are ringing and his face is soaked.
He reaches into the pocket of his jeans for a handkerchief.
a/n im working on the next one right now.