In an Alternate Universe

Chapter 34 ~ The Morning Shower ~ Continued

“Severus,” Hermione gasped as he ardently slid his lips over the swell of her breast, “I have to shower. I’m dirty.”

”You don’t taste dirty,” he breathed, latching on to her nipple.

“Shit,” Hermione hissed as his soft mouth suckled her. She felt a bit of a burn between her legs now, and Severus felt her nipple harden in his mouth.

He knew what hardened nipples on a witch meant.

Go time.

”I have to shower!” Hermione hissed at him again, a touch of irritation in her husky voice as he switched from one full globe to the other.

In answer, Severus suddenly straightened, picking the witch up and still kissing and suckling her breasts, a startled Hermione wrapping her legs around his slim waist in reaction.

”What are you doing?” she cried, her head falling back as he licked between her breasts, then looked up at her.

”Helping you to the shower,” he said, pulling the door open with one hand and stepping inside with her, closing it back.

”But I’m still in my . . . ack!blub!pthttt!”

Hermione’s protest was drowned out as Severus turned on the water. Luckily it was still warm from his use of it and he was able to adjust it before it went completely cold. Hermione’s robe was soaked.

”You idiot!” the witch spluttered, her hair plastered to her head as the wizard let her slide down his body until her feet touched the floor, his towel falling off in the process. “My house robe is soaked.”

”It’ll dry,” Severus said softly, one long arm encircling her waist as the other gently pulled first one wet shoulder of the robe down, then the other, Hermione straightening her arms and letting it fall to the shower floor. Using his foot, Severus pulled it out of the way and kicked it behind them. He then hooked his fingers in the elastic waistband of her knickers . . . suddenly pausing.

He met Hermione’s amber eyes, realizing he was being quite aggressive. He couldn’t help himself really, he was so close to having her again.

”Can I, professor?” he asked her softly, water streaming over his body, making him wet and glistening.

Quite the yummy image.

Hermione looked up at him. Hell, she’d let him go this far, and that hard Quidditch bat pressing into her belly was a bit too much to ignore. What the hey.

”We’re in here now. Go ahead,” she said, trying to sound gruff but failing.

Severus bit his lip and lowered himself, gently sliding the slight fabric down her legs, his dark eyes resting on her pubic hair as he knelt. Hermione lifted one foot, then the other so he could remove her knickers fully. He looked at the wet little garment for a moment, then reflexively brought it to his nose, inhaling. He could still smell the scent of her. He dropped the knickers behind him and stood up, sliding both arms around her waist again and pulling the witch against him.

”Thank you,” he breathed as he kissed her again, this time slipping his tongue into her mouth, tasting toothpowder and heat as he explored it.

Hermione slid her hands over his lower back and clamped on to his tight little flanks. They were so slender and muscular beneath her fingers. Severus could have come right there as he felt her hands on his bum.

Suddenly he pulled away from her, reaching for the shower caddy.

”What are you doing?” Hermione demanded, lust making her voice come out raw.

”Well, you said you had to shower. I’m going to help you,” Severus said with a grin, reaching for the caddy again, then began soaping the squealing, then laughing witch up roughly with two bars of soap in each hand, working up a good lather as he moved purposely over her curves, ignoring her slapping at him and turning her around.

Severus moved the soap over and under her breasts, while using his thumbs to brush her already hardened nipples, enjoying her gasps. Yes, she liked him to touch her. He knew she did. He pressed his erection against her soft buttocks as he lathered her belly, moving against her sensually, stimulating himself and biting his lip as he moved lower, over her pubic hair.

The wizard gentled as he ran the soap between her legs, dropping one bar and using his fingers to spread it carefully over her folds, Hermione letting out a long, hissing moan as he both bathed and stimulated her core. Gods, he was talented. He didn’t press a digit inside her though. He wasn’t sure the soap wouldn’t irritate her sensitive inner flesh.

“You sound so good,” he breathed against her ear as Hermione writhed against him.

He let water fill his palm and carefully rinsed her, being sure to get all the soap out of the way. He then moved lower, washing her legs and lifting each foot to make sure he got everything. He ended with running the bar between her cheeks, Hermione squealing again as he goosed her slightly.

”Hey!” she cried as he grinned then pushed her under the spray, turning her around and around, lifting her arms and generally manipulating the witch the way he wanted until all the soap was rinsed away.

”Now you’re clean,” Severus said to Hermione, turning her around so she faced the shower wall.

He pressed against her body, pushing her against the tile, then pulling her wet hair aside and resting his lips against her ear. His voice was silken with desire, a harbinger of just how sexy that voice would become over time. Hermione’s cheek was also pressed against the wall, her eyes closed as she felt his mouth move softly against the shell of her ear and his organ pressing against her buttocks. He was trembling slightly.

“Can we get dirty now?” he asked her, shifting anxiously, his cock hot and pulsing as it slipped between her cheeks. “Please . . . professor. I’m going to go mad if you don’t let me inside you.”

As she felt that hard, lean, anxious male body pressing against her, desperate and needful, Hermione felt she too might go mad if she didn’t let it go further. His passion was just too sincere to deny him.

Hermione shifted back, pushing out her hips and bending a bit more. Severus’ eyes glittered as he looked down at her arse pressing into his loins.

”Oh sweet Merlin,” he breathed, drawing back and leaning slightly, looking between her cheeks at the lips of her vulva.

They were closed, lightly furred by downy chestnut hair, the tip of her clit barely visible. He began to pant as he slid his hand appreciatively over her buttocks, then leaned over her and began to kiss her shoulders. Hermione bumped against him impatiently. Kisses were nice, but she was ready for something thick and long.

”For gods’ sakes, Severus, don’t take all morning,” she hissed at him in annoyance as his soft mouth moved over her skin.

”I was just trying to prepare you,” he said softly, still kissing her flesh.

”I’m prepared, trust me!” she snapped at him. “You’re just aggravating me now.”

”Sorry,” Severus murmured. “I just want to be a good lover to you. I don’t want you to feel this is all I want. It’s not just about me, professor.”

Hermione sighed.

”You talk too much,” she said to him softly, but turned her head and puckered her lips, letting the wizard give her a soft, sensual kiss.

”There,” she breathed when he pulled away from her, his dark eyes hot and lips glistening as he looked down at her. “Does that show you I have some idea how you feel?”

”Yes,” he replied, straightening and shifting back, grasping the base of his erection and gently pushing at one of her thighs so she widened her stance.

He pressed the head of his cock carefully between the soft, sweet lips of her sex, then pushed forward, entering Hermione, letting out a hiss of pleasure before he gasped, “But this will show you how I feel even more.”

Severus grasped Hermione’s waist gently and pulled back, his head bent forward and wet, dripping hair curtaining his pale face as he watched his thickness disappear under the curve of her bum, his length caressed by her softness as he immersed himself inside the witch of his fantasies again. It was pure heaven. Even more than heaven.

“Oh gods, professor,” the boy hissed, beginning to speed up.

He didn’t have the benefit of the Stamina potion this time as he buried his cock in Hermione, hitting her deep so she gasped at every stroke. He felt amazing, powerful and tender at the same time as his hands gently slid down to her belly, then up to her breasts, grasping and massaging them as he drove into the witch, his lower lip caught between his teeth as he thrust.

Hermione’s flesh did ripple and bounce as his loins slapped against her ample derriere. It was almost more than he could stand and suddenly he drove into her as deep as he could and wound his pelvis, stretching Hermione so she let out a screech at his ardor.

Severus stopped moving, afraid he had hurt her.

”Are you all right?” he breathed worriedly.

Hermione could have killed him for stopping, but that wouldn’t be conducive to reaching climaz.

”Just keep going. Ignore how I sound,” she hissed, humping against the wizard. “Pay no attention to my noisemaking. It’s normal.”

Severus blinked. Ignore her screams?

Very well. If that was what she wanted him to do . . . he’d do it.

The wizard pulled back and drove into the witch hard and deep, Hermione’s body jerking as she let out a perfectly beautiful cry that shot straight up his spine, then she shuddered violently, tightening around him. He realized she liked it, even though she cried out. And to be honest, he loved the sound of her cries. It struck a chord deep inside him, something primal . . . something animal. He was making her feel, and she wasn’t trying to stop him.

”You like it hard, professor?” he asked her, driving into her hard again, his eyes rolling up as she tightened more, letting out another cry, choking his cock deliciously. Gods, this was so good.

”You like it this way?” he gasped, beginning to pound the witch, his hands once again sliding to her buttocks, then grasping them, the soft flesh bubbling between his splayed fingers as he pumped into her faster and faster, the witch’s moans and cries filling his ears as the water poured over them. He felt a sense of control for the first time, and he wouldn’t relinquish it until he felt her surrender completely.

The wizard went at the woman bent before him ardently. If not for the shower running, he would have been covered in perspiration. He stroked Hermione for all he was worth, groaning, gasping and hissing his pleasure, telling her how much he loved this, loved her. Hermione wasn’t hearing him however . . . she was too busy feeling him, the touch and caress of his hands as well as his cock, burying itself passionately inside her as if he owned her. And for this moment, she did belong to him.

Severus parted Hermione’s cheeks so he could watch his penetration and shuddered at the sight of his pale cock sliding into her pinkness, her pussy puckering around him as he withdrew then returned, hitting her harder and harder. Suddenly he felt her heat up around him, and a flood wash over his cock as she tightened and came, her sleeve pulsing, throbbing, choking his cock with a great, intense pressure.

His balls began to tighten and Severus desperately tried to fight the feeling, but Hermione’s moans of pleasure combined with her body’s reaction brought him to the edge, then he helplessly fell over it.

”No! No!” he cried as his own dam burst, and bliss thrummed through him as he orgasmed, slamming into Hermione hungrily, his pulse adding to her own as they both reached completion.

Gods, he had wanted to last longer than this. He lasted much longer the first time. But still, he had her. She let him take her because she wanted to, because she was attracted to him on some personal level. He wanted more, but was also satisfied with this unexpected interaction.

The young wizard pulled Hermione up against his body, still inside her and moved her hair aside, kissing her throat as he caressed her body tenderly and reverently.

”I’m sorry I didn’t last long,” he breathed, “but you’re so . . . so beautiful . . . so good . . .”

”Trust me,” Hermione panted, her eyes closed as she leaned back against the wizard, a small satisfied smirk curling her lips slightly.

”You lasted long enough.”

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A/N: Thanks for reading.