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Teaching Miss Granger	By : OracleObscured Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 116943 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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14 - Bed Knobs and Broomsticks
Where the bloody hell is she? Snape paced around the room with stiff-legged agitation. She should have been here at least fifteen minutes ago. Stupidly, he had taken her request that he not come without her seriously; and with her missing, he was left in the lurch, his dick hard and angry that she wasn’t there. The knock at his door spun him on his heels. Finally! “Enter!”
The door opened and then closed, her bushy head nowhere in sight. What the devil? With a rippling shimmer, her familiar brunette hair appeared out of thin air. Raising one eyebrow at her grinning countenance, Snape watched the rest of her materialize.
“Where the hell have you been?” he asked by way of greeting.
“Professor McGonagall stopped me in the hallway and talked to me about NEWTs for about ten minutes. Then I had to go back to my room and change and then come here.” She saw the anxious tension in his jaw and crept closer. “Did you miss me?”
“Don’t be dense. You ask me to wait for you, and then you don’t show up on time. I thought something had happened to you."
He seemed a bit more unpleasant than usual, and Hermione couldn’t tell if he was really angry with her lateness or just uptight from no sex. She risked it and inched closer to him, looking up into his sneering face as she reached out and rested her hand on his crotch. The hard ridge of his erection twitched under her palm. His eyes closed, and he let out a rough sigh.
“I’m sorry, Severus,” she purred, squeezing him once. “I got here as soon as I could.”
Peering down at her though heavy-lidded black eyes, Snape nodded toward her other hand. “Is that Potter’s invisibility cloak?” The mischievous grin that bloomed across her lips made him forget his simmering impatience.
“Yes, sir.”
Unclenching his fist, Snape gently wrapped his hand around her pale neck and stroked his thumb along her jaw. “What are you doing with it?”
Hermione gave him an innocent shrug. “I thought maybe…we could use it, and . . . I don’t know . . . take your broom down to the Quidditch pitch . . . check the conditions.”
You sneaky little minx. “You mean get it on by the goal posts?”
Breaking into a toothy smile, she nodded.
“Does Potter know you have that?”
“Yes.” It had been a delicate negotiation. Harry asked why she wanted to borrow it, and she couldn’t tell him it was so she could shag Snape. He would've had kittens. Ginny had been brilliant, whispering Merlin-knows-what in his ear until he’d handed over the cloak with no further questions.
“Does he know why you have it?” Snape asked with a smirk. No way Potter gave her that cloak to help her meet him.
“I might have glossed over that bit."
“You’re getting more like a Slytherin every day,” he muttered, running his thumb over her lower lip.
“So do you want to?”
Severus waited a few seconds before answering, just to keep her in suspense. “I’ll get my broom.”
He leaned down and kissed her, snaking his other hand around her waist and lifting her closer. Sighing happily into his mouth, Hermione ran her tongue along his lips. He growled and kissed her harder.
Snape left her standing in his office while he went to get his old Nimbus. When he came back, he wondered if she had on a skirt under her robes. He didn’t want to be fumbling around with tangled garments while flying; jeans would be out of the question. Her plain black flats were the only visible item of her ensemble. “What are you wearing under there?”
The blush that colored her face made him even more curious. Her shy smile and side-cast eyes left her looking as though he’d caught her at something. She opened her robes to reveal an extremely sexy black lace bra and matching knickers. If he hadn’t been so schooled at keeping his emotions hidden, his jaw would have been on the floor. “Is it my birthday, Miss Granger?”
She smiled. “I just wanted to . . . (make you happy, see that look on your face, turn you on, distract you) I don’t know. Do you like it?”
“Don’t ask stupid questions,” he snapped.
Her eyes shot down to the floor, and she bit her lips into a tight line. Snape didn’t mean to snap at her, but he was going to shag her through the cold stone floor if he had to wait much longer. “It’s perfect, pet,” he whispered, reining in his anger and moving close to her. He pulled her against him with one arm. “But, fair warning, I’m liable to tear them to shreds once we start.”
Hermione smiled into his chest. “Severus?”
He let out a growling sigh; he knew that tone. “What is it?”
“I think I should tell you something first.”
Good lord, what now? “Yes?”
“Last night, when I talked to Draco, he sort of . . . came on me.”
Severus pulled back, staring down at her. “What!”
“It was an accident. Just a little . . . on my jeans.”
His fist tightened around the handle of his broom. Snape had the urge to punch the Head Boy in the gut. “Then what happened?”
“He apologized, but . . . he said you’d be angry . . . even though it was an accident. Are you angry?” She could see him grinding his teeth together.
“Not at you, pet.” How do you accidentally come on someone? He was glad it was on her jeans and not her bare skin.
“Then you are angry with Draco?”
“Shouldn’t I be?”
“I was egging him on.”
Snape rolled his eyes. “I’ll discuss it with him later.”
“You’re not going to hex him, are you?”
He didn’t answer her.
Draco was right. He is upset. What if he’s right about everything? She brought her hand to his cheek. “Do you want to punish me?”
He looked at her for a second and then smiled softly. “Do you feel guilty, pet?”
“If you’re angry, yes. Don’t take it out on Draco.”
“How very noble of you.”
Stroking his face, Hermione gave him a pleading look. “He didn’t mean anything by it.”
Snape sighed. “Fine, I won’t hex him.”
"Good,” she smiled, starting to unbutton the top of his shirt. “Can we please go now? I’m going to soak through these knickers any minute.”
Severus snickered and took the cloak from her. Sliding his hands under her bum, he picked her up; she wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding on tight. Her hot breath panted against his neck, and his cock throbbed in time. He made sure they were both covered by the cloak and then carried her into the deserted hall.
Using a shortcut, he took her out the hidden dungeon entrance to the grounds then made his way toward the Quidditch pitch. The bleachers rose shadowy and desolate out of the landscape, and he squeezed her bum in anticipation. She was already grinding her hips into him. Her curious little mouth latched onto his throat.
“I suggest you stop that if you don’t want this to be over before it starts,” he warned her.
Hermione grinned into his shoulder. “I want you so much, Severus.”
He ground his teeth tighter. And I you, pet. They passed through the pitch’s nearest entrance and stopped at the foot of the middle goal post. “What do you want, pet, flying first?”
“Yes,” she panted. “Take me up high and fuck me.”
Smirking, he cast a warming charm on her robes and mounted his broom. When they took off, her legs tightened around him. The cloak whipped around them in a soft flicker as he set them on a slow track inside the ring of bleachers.
The moon was bright in the cloudless sky, and Hermione stared up at it through the gauzy cloak. It was cold up there, but the warming charm he’d put on her robes kept her from freezing. His body was like a bonfire between her legs. She snaked one hand down his torso until she found his fly.
Snape’s hiss was lost in the wind as she unfastened his trousers. She pulled him free, and he sighed into her neck. His flesh ached. Her soft hand circled his shaft, pumping him playfully.
“Ride me, pet,” he groaned in her ear.
Yes, sir! Reaching down, Hermione pulled her knickers to one side. After rubbing the heat of his glans though her wetness a couple times, she aimed him into her entrance and wiggled her body closer.
He sank into her. It was sublime. Her body slowly took him in, covering him in liquid heat. Keeping one hand on the broom, Snape gripped her round arse and pressed in deeper. A small noise of desire melted into his neck, and she arched and curled her back in a needy undulation, working his length in and out of her slick cunt.
“That’s my girl,” he grunted.
Her breath was steamy and damp against his neck as she rode him harder. The muscles in her legs flexed in opposition to her grinding hips. He took the broom higher and faster.

The wind whipped around them, and Hermione turned her head, watching the stands blur past. Her head was beginning to spin. It felt so good to have him inside her again. He filled and stretched her as they soared. Her body screamed for more.
“Touch yourself,” he muttered into her hair.
Hand shaking, Hermione squeezed between them and teased her clit. His hand slithered down the back of her knickers, and she felt his finger in her cleft. It prodded between her cheeks until reaching her pussy, where it danced around his shaft, gathering her juices, then slid back to her arse and eased inside. Her hips bucked faster.
"May I come, sir?” she groaned over the roar of the wind.
“Yes, pet.”
Rubbing her clit harder, Hermione came with a small shout. Her muscles clamped around his length as she jerked against him, the feeling of floating intensified by the altitude.
“Fuck, love,” he muttered. His vision was starting to cloud. He should set them down before he crashed into the bleachers.
Her arms and legs were tired from clinging to him. “I can’t hold onto you much longer, Severus.”
He smirked. She sounded sleepy and sated. Dropping them lower, Snape circled around to land in the center of the field. Once his feet were on the ground, he let the broom fall away and carefully set her down.
Hermione’s legs shook as he let go; her thighs trembled with exhaustion. Keeping the cloak over them, he pushed off her robe, and with his wand, spread it over the grass. He added a cushioning charm for good measure and backed her onto the black cloth.
“Down,” he whispered and pressed on her shoulders until she sank down and rolled onto her back. He was on top of her immediately, his hands covering her breasts. The delicate lace cups of her bra were shoved low. His lips wrapped around her tight nipple, and he drew her into his mouth, the pointed tip scraping his tongue. Her back arched as she moaned his name, and she tangled her hands in his hair.
She was freezing everywhere except where he touched her. His mouth burned her like a red hot poker, his tongue leaving a wet trail of relief along her chest. He attacked her other breast, and she made a short noise of agony as his teeth and lips mauled her. The pain mixed so sweetly in his sweltering mouth.
He was inflamed to a fever by her cries. The eager whimpers falling from her lips only made him rougher. As he tore off her panties, he felt the cloak sliding off and yanked it back into place. The earthy smell of the Quidditch pitch mingled with the musky scent of her desire. The urge to bury his face in her shining sex was overpowering. His nose hit her clit as he licked her honeyed core.
Hermione heard her voice echo around the empty stadium as she shouted his name. His tongue lapped her entrance as if he were dying of thirst. She tried to focus on normalizing her respiration. The night air was cold; it was like breathing in ice even though her lungs were on fire. He nudged her nub with his nose, and she grasped his head, pulling him closer.
Her fingertips alternately rubbed and tore at his scalp. Moving his lips to the apex of her sex, Severus sealed them around her swollen nub and pushed her clit back and forth with his tongue.
“Fuck!” Her abdominals tightened as he dangled her over the edge of release.
When he abruptly pulled away, Hermione couldn’t even get out a groan of disappointment. Her chest heaved as she fought for more icy air. Readjusting the cloak, he positioned himself at her entrance.
“Do you want to come, pet?”
She nodded and used her feet to shove his trousers and shorts down to his knees. Flexing her legs, she urged him closer. “Fuck me, Severus. Hard.”
With one slow, smooth stroke he filled her, and her eyes rolled back in her head. Her hands slid underneath his shirt and found the bare skin of his chest. He slammed into her, smirking as she let out a loud moan. Fast and hard, his hips battered her willing body. She dug her fingers into his arms and tried to hold on.
Her stomach tensed, her pulse thundering in her ears. His tongue had brought her to the edge, and now his cock was going to tip her over. “I’m gonna come, Severus.” His mouth latched onto her neck for a few painful seconds before he answered.
“Good girl,” he panted. “Come.”
His grunting breath in her ear made her belly clench even harder. The tension in her pelvis grew to the edge of pain, and her pussy contracted. The pleasure seemed to be trying to push out of her all at once. Her muscles bore down, and she felt a small stream of liquid spill out around him.
She wasn’t making any sounds, although her mouth was open in slack O of pleasure, but he didn't need sound effects. As soon as her muscles started churning, Snape came. He grunted her name into her neck, and her body extracted everything he had to give. His thighs and core were hard with strain as he shuddered on top of her.
Gasping in a breath, Hermione watched little spots of light and shadow dance in front of her eyes. “Severus,” she sighed. Her hands stroked his neck and back. She could feel his heart pounding against her chest.
“Are you getting cold, love?” he muttered into her hair.
“Yes, but I don’t want to move yet."
Grinning, he settled against her, kissing the racing pulse in her throat. They rested while keeping each other as warm as possible. Eventually, his prick slipped out of her, and he thought it was time they went back inside. “Come on,” he said, sliding off of her and standing. “I’m freezing my bollocks off out here.”
She just grinned at him and took his hand. He picked up her robe and shook it out before helping her back into it. The invisibility cloak needed adjusting once he’d picked her up again. Her legs and arms were tight and warm around him. He headed back to the castle, leaving his broom at the door to the Slytherin change room. It would be there the next day, and he didn’t want to lug it back to his rooms.
They made it to the dungeons, slithering through the dark corridors like silk. He almost had them back to his room when Snape heard footsteps approaching. “Stay quiet,” he whispered in her ear.
Backing against the wall, he froze as Dumbledore rounded the corner. His beatific smile made Snape uncomfortable, but the old man never even glanced in their direction; he just glided by, humming a soft tune to himself. When the Headmaster turned at the next corner, Snape relaxed and started toward his room.
“He’s gone,” he muttered into her hair.
Hermione had gone rigid when she saw Dumbledore come toward them. Terror gripped her belly the closer he got. Her heart was drowning out all other noises. She held Snape even tighter and buried her face in his neck. Even once the threat had passed, she couldn’t calm down, feeling dizzy and sick as he carried her to his rooms.
Just as they got to his door, Filch crossed the intersection at the end of the hall, carrying Mrs. Norris and stroking her head. The cat hissed at them, and Filch stopped, glancing down the hall, his eyes squinting but obviously not seeing them. He murmured something to the cat and walked on.
Hermione felt as if she were going to faint. What if they’d been seen? She wasn’t even wearing real clothes. Snape silently opened the office door and took her through to his room, where he set her gently on the bed.
“You’re shaking," he whispered.
She stared back at him blankly for a second. “Am I?” Holding up her hand, she saw it trembling. “How can you be so bloody calm?”
Because I had to protect you. “I’ll get you something.”
He walked to his office and disappeared through the door. Wrapping her arms around herself, she pulled her robe tighter and tried to get warm. Her hands were like ice. What if we’d been caught? What would have happened to us? Would he be fired? Would I be expelled? Oh my God, NEWTs are right around the corner! What if I wasn’t allowed to take them?
Snape returned with a vial of light blue liquid and held it out to her. “Drink this.”

Hermione’s hand fumbled against his. He held it steady and tipped it to her lips. The potion tasted like rain. A shiver ripped through her then warmth spread down her back and into her limbs. The panic started to subside.
“Better?”
She nodded. “What if we’d been caught? What would you have done?”
“We weren’t caught.”
“But what if we were?” she pressed, eyebrows knitted with worry.
Severus took her chin and tilted back her head. “But we weren’t. Nothing happened. Worrying about what might have been is pointless.”
“I can’t help it.”
Sighing, he leaned down and ghosted a kiss over her lips. “Give the draught a chance to work. You’ll feel better in a couple minutes.”
“I can’t stop shaking,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head against his chest.
He stroked her hair. “It’ll pass. Think about something unrelated. Tell me what else you had in mind for tonight.”
A weak smile quirked her lips. “I never got past the flying scenario.”
“Then I’ll have to chose the itinerary. Is that really what you want?”
Hermione thought about it, bowing her head so he wouldn’t see her grin. “May I tie you up?”
“No.”
She didn’t really think he would let her, but it had been worth a shot. While she preferred the role of submissive, Hermione wondered what it would be like to have him at her mercy. “I want to make you come.”
He smirked down at the top of her head. “I think you'd better give me some more time.”
Hermione smiled. “Maybe you'd better take a shower while you’re recovering.”
One eyebrow rose, and he made her look at him again. “Are you implying that I smell?”
Eyes going wide, she shook her head. “Oh! No, sir! I . . . I just wanted to . . . oh gods . . . lick your . . . oh never mind.”
Snape grinned. “Lick my what?”
Her head was starting to feel fuzzy, and his smirking face made her slightly dizzy. “Your arse, okay. I wanted to eat your arse. Bloody hell.”
Chuckling, Severus pulled her arms from around his waist so he could take off his shirt. “Is that why you wanted to tie me up?”
“Yes, sir,” she answered, watching his fingers manipulate each button.
“Maybe we can work out a compromise.”
“You mean you will let me tie you up?”
“No. I mean a compromise.”
“Okay. Like what?” One arm and leg?
Snape pulled off his shirt and cast it aside as he thought. Her eyes were unblinking as she watched him, a numb look freezing her face. “I’ll let you do whatever you please. You can be in control. But I will not be restrained by any physical means.”
That sounded better than nothing. Hermione nodded in acceptance of the terms. “Okay. Will you let me blindfold you?”
The seconds ticked by. Finally, he sighed and nodded. “Very well.”
She beamed at him, and Severus shook his head in amused disbelief. Her enthusiasm was touching, and he couldn’t help but feel some happiness at her obvious desire. No one else had ever wanted him the way she seemed to. It was strangely flattering and surreal at the same time. Giving anyone control made him want to scream, but he didn’t think she harbored any evil motives in her request. At any rate, he would be unrestrained and could put a stop to anything he didn’t like. “Rest assured, Miss Granger, I took a thorough shower before you arrived tonight.”
Her grin turned devilish. “How thorough?”
“Extremely thorough.”
“You’re wearing too much."
One eyebrow perked skyward. “You’re in charge. What are you going to do about it?”
A gleeful grin broke her face, and she reached out for him. He stepped forward to stand between her knees. Hermione unzipped him and pushed down his trousers until gravity took over and they fell to the floor. Pulling at the elastic waistband of his shorts, she eased down his boxers and smiled at his still-soft prick.
“I told you you’ll have to give me more time,” he warned.
Hermione nodded, unable to look away. “I’m not in any hurry. Kick them off." She nodded at his clothes and shoes.
Severus stepped out of them. “Are you all right?” he asked, noticing a slight sway to her head.
“Is that potion supposed to make me feel like this?”
“Like what?”
“Like I’ve had too much wine.”
He reached up and cupped her face in his hands. “Are you dizzy?”
“A little”
“Groggy?”
“No.”
“It’ll disappear as you relax.”
“Okay.”
Severus stroked her bottom lip. “Do you still want to do this? We can rest if you’d like.”
“NO!” She didn't mean to say that so loudly. "I want it.” Hermione was not going to pass up the chance to have him doing whatever she wanted. “Lie down. I’m ready now.”
Airily chuckling at her sudden decisiveness, he climbed onto the bed next to her and rested on his side.
“On your front.”
Both his eyebrows quirked up; she smiled at him.
Hermione pulled her wand out of her robes before shucking them and then removing her lacy lingerie. “Where’s the lube?”
A short laugh spilled out, and he turned his wand toward the bathroom. A familiar jar soared toward her, landing next to her hand. “Anything else?” he asked.
“That’s good for now,” she said in a spacey voice. Blimey. I sound like Luna. I think that potion is making me high. Urging him to lie flat, Hermione smoothed her hand over his arse one last time before she climbed up and straddled it. “You promise you’ll pretend you’re tied up?”
“Yes.” He couldn’t imagine how she was going to eat his arse sitting on him like that.
“Do you have any oil?” she asked.
“Oil?”
“Yes.”
“Mmm,” he thought. “I might have some almond oil around here somewhere.”
“I’d like it.”
He fumbled around for his wand again and tried summoning the oil. There was a ratting in the office. The door flew open, and a small bottle flew into his hand. “There you are, pet."
“Thank you,” she replied and uncorked the bottle.
Hermione poured a thin stream down his spine then set the bottle on the night stand. Resting her hands on his lower back, she put all her attention on massaging away his tension. The man never loosened up, always storing away any problems in the tight muscles of his body. It felt as if he were made of concrete. There was barely any give as she began pressing her thumbs into the knots she encountered.
Severus slowly realized that she had no intention of doing anything sneaky in the near future and relaxed under her warm fingers. No one had ever massaged him. Ever. She was slowly working out the kinks in his back, and he felt blood heating every spot she touched. The knots hurt when she pressed at them (and he saw stars a few times), but over the next half-hour he felt a freedom in his back he’d forgotten was possible.
Hermione smiled as he hissed and made soft sounds of release into the bedspread. His skin felt hot, and the oil was almost all absorbed. She leaned forward, pressing her breasts into his back as she touched her lips to his neck.
“How do you feel?” she whispered.
“Bloody fantastic,” he groaned.
Hermione smiled and pushed his hair out of the way. “Are you ready for more?”
Severus turned his face to one side. “I don’t know what that means, but yes.”
“Do you want me to lick you?” She ground her pelvis against his hard buttocks.
He fought the next groan. “Whatever you like, pet. You’re in charge.”
Hermione knew he was playing with her by refusing to say it out loud. Lifting her hips, she slid her hand between them and trailed down his back until her fingers touched the cleft of his bum. His breathing hitched as she traced the fissure with one finger. “Is this what you want?”
“You know what I want,” he rumbled.
“No clue,” she said, throwing his words back at him. “You’ll have to tell me.”
His growl got louder, and he finally relented. “I want your tongue up my arse.”
Hermione smiled and picked up her wand. “Blindfold first.”
Sighing, Snape waited while she cast the spell. “Satisfied?” he asked when the material was snug around his head.
Kissing his shoulder, she pushed up onto her hands and knees. “If this is making you angry, we can stop.”
Severus didn’t mean to sound so put out, but he didn’t like handing over the reins or, in fact, not being able to see. It made him feel sick. Vulnerable. “No. We have an agreement.”
“Do you trust me?” she asked hesitantly.
“It’s not that, love,” he sighed. “I’m just not good at giving up control.”
“I won’t hurt you.”
That made him smile. “I know.”
“I just want to make you feel good.”
He nodded. “I know, pet.”
“If you want to stop, I’ll understand.”
He shook his head. “This is a one-time thing. I’ll calm down after a while—when I get used to it.”
Hermione kissed his cheek. “I hope not too calm. I want to watch you come.”
Severus snorted. “Then get on with it.”
He felt her lips travel down his back, kissing his scars along the way. His legs spread wider, giving her room to lie between them. Both her hands massaged his buttocks for a few minutes before she spread him open. Her finger trailed down the valley of his cheeks, and she circled his tight opening for what seemed like an eternity.
On the verge of an outburst, he felt her lips touch one cheek and start kissing her way into his arse. Merlin’s bloody balls! She’s going to pay for all this teasing. Hot hands spread him wider, and her tongue lapped once at his hole. He groaned. His cock began responding more affirmatively.
Taking pity on him, Hermione pointed her tongue and slid it inside him. He hissed loudly and bucked his hips. When she started wiggling around inside him, he cursed into the mattress. She alternated between laving and fucking him with her tongue as her hand toyed with his balls.
“Are you hard, Severus?” she murmured. One hand reached under him and found him fully erect.
“Yesss,” he hissed back.
Hermione didn’t know if that was an answer or if he just enjoyed her actions. “Roll over,” she said, backing away. “I want to see your cock.”
He acquiesced, rolling onto his back and clasping his hands behind his head to keep them from directing her. He felt the heat of her between his thighs seconds before her wet mouth found his dick. A relieved sigh rolled from his chest as she licked his length, pumping him occasionally with her hand. He tried to settle into the sensation, but every nerve in his body was on edge.
Hermione sat back and looked at him for a minute. The jar of lube sat to her right, and she picked it up with a smirk. True to his word, he had let her set the pace and do as she pleased. Dipping one finger in the slick gel, she rewarded his restraint by slipping into his bum and teasing his prostate while sucking his knob into her mouth.
“Fuck!”
She pulled her lips from him. “Are you ready to come?”
“Yes!”
“Would you like to come in my mouth or my pussy?” It was so much easier to say dirty things when he wasn’t staring at her.
“Bloody hell. I don’t want to come yet.”
Hermione stopped moving and looked up at his face. “You don’t?”
“Make it last.”
Her finger slid out of him, and Severus sank in relief. His dick felt like granite against his stomach. He felt her climbing up his body and then her sweet breath puffed against his lips. She kissed him, her fingertips gliding between them, finding his shaft. Her lips met his ear.
“My pussy is soaked.”
“Fuck, pet! Sit on my face, I want to taste you.”
Smiling, Hermione sucked his neck, leaving a deep red mark before she replied, “Are you sure about that? I can feel your come dripping out of me.”
“I don’t care."
“I want to come all over your face,” she whispered.
“God dammit, girl! Stop stalling!”
She kissed him again. “Just say the magic word.”
The magic word? “Accio pussy?”
Hermione laughed into his neck, “No. Please.”
“Fine! Please!”
She didn’t want to push it. It might be the first time he’d ever said it to her (she couldn’t think straight to remember). Carefully, she stood on the bed and stepped up to his shoulders, nudging his arms from beneath his head with her toes. He put down his hands, and she sank lower until her knees rested on either side of his face.
Severus could smell her as she lowered herself onto mouth. Picking up his head, he met her halfway. There was a loud moan, and she opened her thighs wider to press her slit flush with his lips. Snape sucked and licked at her folds, the sharp taste of his own desire muted by the musky sweetness of her sex. He moaned into her snatch and pressed his tongue into the hard swelling of her clit, tipping it back and forth with the flat of his tongue. She started riding his face, whimpering quietly.
“Oh God, Severus.”
“Yes, love?” he murmured into her soft folds.
“I’m really close.”
“Good.”
“May I come?”
He paused for only a second. Despite the fact that she’d been given carte blanche to do whatever she pleased, she still wanted him to tell her to come. “This is your game, pet.”
“Please Severus. I like to hear you say it. I need it.”
His cock twitched. “Come for me, pet.”
Bucking faster, she did all the work while his tongue lapped against her clit.
“Thank you, sir,” Hermione whispered as she started to orgasm. Jolts of pleasure shot throughout her pussy, and she let out a long whimper as his tongue lapped even harder. Her thighs shook as the pleasure crested.
Snape smiled into her slick center. He realized her desire to dominate him was only for show. She didn’t want to be in control, she just want to please him. It was all a game to her. It was suddenly less of a strain to be blinded and at her mercy. Keeping his hands fisted in the sheets, he tipped back his head so he could talk. “You taste like sex, pet. I want to come inside you now.”
Panting, she looked down at him and smiled. His face was wet, and although she couldn’t see his eyes, he didn’t appear to be upset anymore. Maybe he’ll let me do this again. Once calm, she straddled his hips again and leaned down to his lips. Her tongue crept out and licked his face clean. He kept trying to kiss her, but she backed away each time.
When her lips finally found his, he teased her in deeper. Satisfied that she had been lulled into a sense of peace by his patience, he sucked her tongue roughly into his mouth, holding her place with his lips. Her shocked cry leapt to his mouth, and he smiled as he released her.
She playfully slapped his chest. “You crafty bastard. I thought you were going to let me be in control for once.”
“You are, pet,” he grinned. “Did you not enjoy it?”
“Well . . . yes. But that’s not the point.”
“Are we not here for mutual pleasure?”
Hermione could see that damn supercilious eyebrow lifting behind the mask. “I’m supposed to be making you crazy, not the other way round,” she countered. Tipping her hips, she made his cock touch her opening.
His head rolled back as his glans slid through her molten flesh. “I was unaware of your goal. Proceed as you see fit.”
Laughing softly, Hermione leaned back until the flared head of his cock entered her. His jaw tightened, and he hissed through his teeth. She filed the image away for later. His dwindling restraint left her heady with power. Slowly filling herself with his hard heat, she smiled as he ground his teeth together so hard the muscles in his jaw bulged. She reviewed what he usually did to her to push her to the edge and used his own moves to tease him.
Grazing his face with her lips, she whispered to him as her hips struck up a rhythm. “Severus, your cock is amazing. I could ride you forever.”
A ragged sigh blew through her hair.
“Relax,” she whispered, laying her hand on the other side of his face. “Enjoy yourself. Don’t hold back with me.”
“I want to touch you,” he groaned.
“Okay.”
His hands were on her immediately, squeezing her hips and forcing her down on his cock a little harder.
Hermione nipped his throat as she rode him. She worked her hips faster for a few seconds then sat up and grabbed his wrists, pinning his hands to the bed next to his head. He didn’t fight her. She knew he could topple her with almost no effort if he wanted to, but he seemed content to let her hold him down. Picking up the pace, Hermione arched and curled her back in a furious bucking, celebrating in his grunted moans. “Come for me, Severus. I know you’re close.”
He almost ripped his hands from her grasp so he could grab her bouncing rump; he could feel her body flexing and straining as she slapped against him.
“Relax,” she muttered, biting his earlobe. “Just let it happen.”
Snape forced his jaw loose and stopped clenching his abdominal muscles. His arms finally went slack, and he felt the tension in his pelvis slowly unfurl as his balls crept higher.
“Yes, sir,” she panted in his ear. “That’s it. Let me take care of you.”
He was surprised at her words. It wasn’t dirty at all, but he couldn’t deny how much he liked it. His buttocks unclenched, letting her do the work. She was going to push him over any second.
Hermione was getting tired, but she suddenly knew what he needed. “Do you hear that, sir? Your favorite song is playing.”
Stilling his breathing for a moment, Severus heard the wet sound of her pussy around him. He almost laughed, amused that she would be the one to point it out. That she would overlook her own embarrassment to make him happy was a huge turn on; it was strangely sweet too.
“Only you,” she whispered and sank her teeth into his neck.
The pleasure washed over him, rinsing away his ability to think. He didn’t know if it was his inability to see that dragged out his orgasm or if it was because he was so relaxed, but it seemed to pulse through him endlessly.
Hermione heard him groan, and his body convulsed in short, slow spasms beneath her. When he stilled, she slowed her grinding and watched his face. She wanted to see his eyes. “Finite Incantatum.”
Severus opened his eyes to find her watching him. The giddy grin on her face made him smile. She’d made the whole night about him. No one had ever done anything just for him. Unasked.
“Was it as awful as you imagined?” she asked.
He didn’t want to admit he liked it. It would give her too much control. “I guess not.”
Hermione gave him a disbelieving shake of her head. “I think you liked it a lot.”
“It was different,” he conceded.
“Different good, right?”
Snape reached up to tease her nipple. “You were good, pet. Did you like being in control?”
“It was fun. But . . ."
He pinched her nipple to snap her out of her reverie. “But what?”
“I like it when you’re in charge. It’s the only time my brain rests.”
Severus chuckled and pulled her down to his chest. She sighed into his neck and kissed his pounding pulse. His cock fell free, leaving him feeling chilled. “I didn’t mind you being in charge,” he murmured. “You’re no tyrant.”
“But you don’t want to do it all the time,” she finished for him. “I get it.”
“You’re staying here tonight, aren’t you?”
“Yes, as long as you still want me.”
I don’t think I’ll be the first one to wiggle out of this arrangement. “I need some sleep. We can continue this later."
Hermione smiled and slid to one side, leaving her leg hooked around his hip. She watched his eyes blink closed. His breathing slowed. The soft whoosh of his breath through his nose relaxed her. While she liked seeing him fierce and passionate, she also liked seeing him calm and peaceful.
“Stop staring at me,” he muttered without opening his eyes.
Smiling, Hermione kissed his shoulder and curled into him. Maybe she didn’t need him to say he cared. As long as she was happy with him, why did it matter? Her eyes fluttered shut. She’d worked herself to exhaustion. Sleep came quickly, blotting out Draco’s knowing voice in her head.
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