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The Fantasy Book	By : CryingCinderella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 44517 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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A/N: I'm terribly sorry this has taken ages, but I think I finally worked it out to where I want it. Please enjoy!

His eyes were glistening black as she gazed up at him. It took her breath away to feel his hardness against her palm as she pressed her hand against his trousers. If it was an appeasing fantasy he wanted, Hermione would oblige. The carpet beneath her knees was plush, the fire keeping her warm as her shirt remained discarded somewhere near the sofa. Her heart was still pounding inside of her chest, the notion of being able to see his manhood at full attention waiting for her was enticing. Shadows played across his face as she gazed up at him once more, refusing to repeat her plea. Had she blinked she would have missed his subtle nod; but nod he did and an all too eager smile crossed her face, which caused her to blush furiously.

            She did her best to keep her fingers from trembling as she moved to undo the button and zip on his trousers. Fumbling for a moment with the button loop, her nerves getting the better of her, she managed to grip his trousers and slide them easily down his legs. Strong and pale with thick dark hair covering them he lifted his legs one at a time and slowly stepped out of the garment, moving closer to her. Her breath caught in her throat the only thing now restraining his erection was a thin layer of black cotton. He was right; he did not wear silk boxers.

            Her fingers tugged at the elastic of his boxers and slowly they slid down revealing his pale legs, covered with dark hair, thick muscled and sturdy. She was eager to touch his thighs, not giving him a moment to step away from his discarded garment, leaving the boxers around his ankles. His erection was jutting straight up; long, thick, and harder than any fantasy she’d ever imagined. He had always been well-endowed in her fantasies but this put her daydreams to shame. The head was weeping, his veins pulsing and she braced herself against his legs, letting her eyes fall closed for a moment.

            His hand was rough but warm, inviting but strong as he threaded his fingers through her hair and pulled her head closer to his erection. She parted her lips and curved her mouth around the tip of his erection, slowly sliding him into her mouth. He groaned, feeling the hot warmth engulf him and his grip tightened slightly. Hermione flickered her tongue against his head, and then swirled it around his length, slowly down to the base and then up again before taking his length once more into her mouth. He was filling and she could only fit him three-quarters of the way but the soft moans that were escaping his lips gave no indication that he was anything less than pleased.

            Severus Snape was more vocal than she had ever fantasized. As she wrapped her tongue around the tip of his erection, swiveling and swirling over his head, his hips bucked toward her, demanding more; moans and groans accompanying his movements. His fingers were still tightly laced in her tresses, tugging her head forward every time she would slide up his length and threaten to release him from the heat of her mouth. He growled as she slid her mouth away from him, licking her lips. He tried to tug her back toward his throbbing erection but she angled her shoulders to the side and pressed his thighs further apart.

            Hermione bowed her head slightly and pressed her lips against his skin where his sac met his body. Had she been able to look up at his face she would have seen his features more expressive than ever, eyes twisted shut in pleasure, lips poised in an ‘o’ ready to howl. The wide flat surface of her tongue pressed firmly against the flesh of his perineum, stroking slowly upward until her lips were planting gentle kisses against his jewels. They were heavy as she cupped him in one hand, letting her other hand go to gently squeeze his tip. Again he growled, his body tensing, legs trembling.

            He was close to his release if his tightening sack and labored breathing were any indication. Hermione traced flutter-light kisses up his length, licking his tip with languid flicks of her tongue. She could feel his head swell against her lips, his hands lost from her hair, now gripping her shoulders; bracing his weight against her as his body shook. Both of her hands came to clutch his hips and she pulled herself up to her feet as he was nearly on the verge of release.

            Severus growled; eyes wide and glaring at the girl with wild abandon. She was flushed pink, her chest rising and falling quickly. But before he could force her back to her knees, she was pushing her weight against his figure, forcing him to stumble backward until the back of his knees hit the couch and he fell back onto the cushion. He was naked; his boxers having fallen away from his ankles as she’d pushed him back to the couch, his erection throbbing and straining. It only took a moment to shed her tight denim and knickers, kicking them onto the floor before she straddled his lap.

            Hermione gripped her thighs tightly on either side of legs and held her quivering entrance just above his weeping tip. She whimpered as she lowered her slickness onto him, but cried out when his rough hands gripped her hips and forced her down on his length. He filled her more than comfortably, tightly; almost splitting her womanhood apart. Her whole body trembled as she gyrated her hips a little, digging her nails into the back of his hands to release his grip on her hips. Severus moved his hands away from her hips but his touch was not lost to her skin as he ripped at her bra, exposing her breasts to his view.

            Her breasts were small in comparison to how well he was hung; perky with tiny rosy nipples so stiff they could have cut diamonds. She closed her eyes and leaned back a bit, her palms bracing on his thighs as she arched her chest forward, presenting him with a view unlike any other of her feminine assets. Hermione lifted her hips and then thrust her weight down on him; gyrating in his lap, up and down on his length. Beads of sweat trickled down the side of her face, but his hands had moved to her breasts, his lips and eyes focused there as well. Severus growled, bringing his lips to her nipple, suckling hard, his hands massaging and squeezing her breasts as she rode him. He moaned and growled, groaning against her flesh as she tried to quicken her pace; feeling him swell within her.

            Hermione cried out as his arms circled her back and pulled her upright in his lap. One rough hand grasped her hip and began to bounce her hard and fast against his erection; and the other hand grabbed her cheek, pulling her forward until his lips claimed hers. His tongue pressed into her mouth and she could hardly breathe as he growled against her. Her whole body seized as she felt him thrust hard up inside of her and he exploded, a howl on his lips; half-buried in their kiss. A hot fast stream burst in her; his orgasm unending as he filled her.

            Severus sank back into the couch; panting and sweating, trying to catch his breath. His arms were quick to pull her close to his body, pressing her chest hard against his, but not allowing himself to pull out of her hot womanhood. Hermione trembled, her face pressed against the side of his shoulder, it had been far more intense than she had imagined. It was several moments before either’s breathing returned to normal.

            He loosened his grip on her back and slowly tilted her head up from the crook of his neck until he was able to gaze into her eyes. His features were soft, no longer the strict mask of emotionless being that he had been before. But Hermione still found it difficult to meet his gaze. She gasped slightly as his lips brushed against hers and then settled against her ear. “I…” his voice trailed off. The words escaped him as he felt her trembling against him. “It was pleasing to be awake and experience that…” he muttered and then slowly pulled his face back until it was in front of hers, his eyes trying to catch her gaze.

            She was a bright shade of pink, still trembling, but her eyes slowly lifted upward and met his stare. Dark and broody eyes seemed to have been replaced by warm and inviting ones. The ghost of a smile crept across her lips and she nodded slowly. “I’m…I’m glad I could please you…”

            It was several moments more before they began to untangle from their warm huddle on the sofa. Her limbs were stiff, her body still strung on edge. His orgasm had been intense and nearly earth shattering, but it had not allowed her release. She had been close, but he’d finished too soon. The sensations had been delicious but it left her craving more, though she dared not ask for it. But all thoughts of her missed chance at completion seemed to melt from her mind as he stood from the couch and turned around, padding toward the corridor. His arse was shapely, firm and taught, taunting her with how delicious his backside was presented.

            Severus disappeared into a room in the corridor and she could hear running water behind the closed door. It only took him a moment to reappear in the sitting room, wrapped in a thick black towel. She tried very hard not to frown as he moved toward her, her luscious view now blocked by terrycloth. He sat on the sofa and gestured with his hand toward the corridor. “If you wish to rinse off…” he muttered and then turned his gaze to the fire.

            Hermione moved quickly to be out of his sightline and found herself in his washroom. She sighed. It had been so very confusing and titillating and so many other things at once. Her mind was whirring with thoughts and feelings and there was the small problem of being so close to the edge and yet unable to topple over it. Perhaps if she washed up the sensations would subside and then she would be free to gather her things and leave without the burning urge to mount him once more.

            The water hadn’t even begun to run in the sink when the door to the washroom creaked open. Hermione jumped, eyes darting frantically for something with which to cover her body; though logically he’d seen nearly every inch of her figure and she had nothing to hide. Severus frowned as he stood in the doorway. “I did mean to knock,” he said and then crossed his arms over his chest.

            Hermione, despite the bright red flush in her face, shook her head. “It’s fine…did you— er— um, what did you want?” she asked.

            He hesitated for only a moment before standing up straight and gazing down into her eyes. “There was one other one that caught my eye…if you were so inclined before your departure…”

            Hermione’s breath caught in her chest; her heart practically leaping out of her throat. And again she was trembling. She braced herself on the edge of the sink and bit her lower lip for a moment. “Which one, sir?”

            He disappeared from the doorway and for an instant Hermione feared that he had changed his mind. But when he returned a moment later, holding the tome open in his hand, her body flushed in full.

            He cleared his throat, and flipped the page, “my knees were shaking as he pushed me down, the watery mattress rolling beneath us, my sex yearning for me, he’d had me from behind, making me feel primal, and now he intends to take me again…” his voice trailed off, before he shut the tome and gazed at her.

            Hermione longed to crawl under the sink. Her face was a bright shade of red, the blush creeping down her neck and flooding her chest. She knew the fantasy well but to hear him read a part of it, it made her melt. Before she could speak his voice once again broke the silence.

            “The watery mattress intrigued me,” he added and set the tome on the edge of the sink as he approached her. “I’ve heard of them before,” he said. Severus wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her naked figure close to his; only his towel separating them. “Shall I ask your indulgence once more?”

            Hermione was lost for words. She pressed herself up against his chest and then pressed a feather-light kiss against his cheek before resting her lips against his ear. “If you wish…” she whispered and then stepped back, gazing at him, waiting.

            Severus nodded. “Follow me,” he said.



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