Time as a Healer

Sam rolled over in bed and found himself face to face with his lover. He raised his eyes at her and looked over her shoulder at the clock on her bedside table.



‘You do know you’re late for work?’ He smiled at her as she snuggled closer.



‘No I’m not, I took the day off… I hate going to work on Friday, knowing you’re here on your own.’ She kissed his bare chest lightly and wrapped her arm around his slim waist.



‘I’m always home alone on Friday. What makes this one different?’ He looked down at her a little puzzled.



She smiled against his skin as she ran her tongue around his nipple.



‘I’ll tell you later. It’s a surprise… make love to me…’ she whispered.



Hermione felt him harden against her leg and sighed as she felt herself getting wet. Sam bent his head to her and she gasped as their lips touched, a bolt of desire shooting between them. Sam felt it too and moaned as he pushed his tongue into her mouth and rolled on top of her. He ran his hand along her firm body, cupping her breast fully and caressing her pert nipple with his thumb. Hermione ran her hands along his back as they kissed, feeling the thin scars, then running down to his buttocks, pulling his crotch closer to hers and digging her nails into the firm flesh.



Groaning, Sam bent and caught her nipple between his lips and sucked firmly before running his thick tongue over her puckered point. Hermione gasped and moved her hand to where their bodies were almost touching. She closed her hand around his throbbing cock and Sam grunted into her mouth as she started to move the skin over his bulging head. His hand found her labia and he slid a finger over her engorged, wet lips to find her clitoris. He rubbed gently and Hermione cried out in his mouth. He was so good at that.



Sam moved down her body, running his hands down her breasts and stroking her abdomen gently as his face nuzzled the small triangle of hair between her thighs. He could smell her arousal, so sweet.



‘God, you smell good…’ he whispered hoarsely.



He plunged his tongue into her and Hermione bucked her pelvis towards his face. She was starting to sweat, small trickles of moisture running between her full breasts, her breathing rapid and her legs shaking and jerking as Sam ran his tongue across her clit. It was exquisite. Gently Sam parted her labia with his slim pale fingers and inserted one deep inside her, tipping the finger forward as he thrust to massage her G spot. He had known Hermione to come so hard she would ejaculate her juices over him. It was delicious and he wanted to taste that again.



‘I want you to come for me, Hermione…’ he growled, his voice so deep and demanding that a vivid image of who she was truly making love to sprang to her mind. She groaned. Gods, she loved Severus even more than she loved Sam and with a sharp realisation, Hermione knew she had been living a half-life with him. She wanted Severus back. She just hoped he remembered that he loved her too.



Sam was thrusting his fingers harder inside her now as she writhed beneath his lips. He sucked at her clit and ran his tongue through her dripping folds over and over, finding a fast rhythm that was sending her mad with lust.



‘I’m coming! Oh FUCK!!’ Hermione screamed out and with a loud cry, she bucked her hips from the bed as her orgasm tore through her with force. She spurted come over his face and he smiled as he greedily drank her juices, lapping at her fully with his tongue, his face buried deep into her crotch.



Hermione was spent and lay panting as he continued to drink her essence, her eyes closed, small tears leaking from the corners. He made her feel incredible and she was going to miss him, so much. She felt him move and looked up to see him above her, his face set and his eyes dark as he stared at her.



He looked into her amber eyes and saw tears glistening there. It wasn’t unusual for her to cry after such an intense orgasm and knowing she had come so fiercely because of him made his cock throb so hard it was painful. He bent his head and kissed her face gently, licking her tears from her cheeks with the tip of his tongue.



He wrapped his arms around her and with a quick roll of his hips he rolled them over until she was on top of him. Hermione smiled, she knew he loved watched her ride his cock. She sat up and lifted his length in her hand, guiding him to her now tight pussy, rubbing his head over her nether lips as she leant forward and allowed her breasts to brush his chest. He put his fingers into her hair and caressed her cheek as he gazed at her. She was gorgeous and he growled as he stroked her breast with his free hand. With a swift movement she sat back, engulfing his length fully and gasping as he almost split her in two.



‘Fuck, you are huge…’ she gasped and closed her eyes.



‘I know…’ he smiled a little, biting his lip as she began to slide herself over him. God she was tight.



He leant forward and cupped her breasts, his eyes wide. She was fucking him harder now, bouncing up and down with abandon, her head tipped back, her eyes closed and her mouth slack. She loved being on top, controlling the depth of their thrusts, giving herself over to the way she was feeling. She was such an enthusiastic lover, he couldn’t give her up if he wanted to.



Hermione was in ecstasy with him inside her. She moved her hand to her clit and started to rub herself quickly. She could feel him jerking under her and she knew he was almost there.



‘Come ... please, come…’ she said softly and opened her eyes to watch him. He was grasping her breasts firmly and pulling at her nipples, and their eyes met. There was passion burning there and Hermione saw the man she loved.



‘Oh God! Yes!!! Fuck me, Hermione…. Harder….’ He growled at her and she hissed as he stiffened. He was rock hard in her and she knew she was going to come.



With hard, quick thrusts, she rammed him inside her, panting with the effort.



‘Oh Fuck!!! Now!!!!! Please!’ Hermione jerked herself forward and came, her thighs trembling around him.



‘Fuck!!!’ He cried out and bucked upwards, hitting her cervix hard as he exploded, coming so hard he could hardly keep his cock in her, she was so wet and they were both rolling around so much.



Hermione couldn’t keep moving and collapsed on top of him as he continued to thrust his orgasm into her, holding her hips as he pushed upwards. Tears ran down her face and she clutched his chest with her fingers.



‘Severus…’ she whispered into him and started to sob.



He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. ‘What did you say?’ He asked her softly.



Hermione stiffened and realised his name had slipped through her lips. ‘I said I love you, Sam.’ She lied.



‘I love you too.’ He hugged her as she lay on top of him. ‘Marry me, Hermione…’ he whispered.



Hermione lifted her head onto her elbow and looked into his face, her eyes serious. She stroked his cheek with her soft fingers and stared deeply into his dark eyes, committing this moment to memory.



‘Yes.’ She whispered softly.