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Memories of Deception	By : professorflo Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 20869 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: See Chapter 1

He tugged on the sheet that she was clutching to her chest, and reluctantly she let it fall, baring her breasts. Blushing, she moved to cover herself with her hands, but Snape stopped her.

"No, pet. Let me see you." He put a hand on her shoulder and eased her back so she was lying propped up against the pillows. She was uncomfortably aware of the chill in the windowless room, her skin pebbling in the cold air as she felt her nipples hardening. Snape turned and stretched out his legs alongside hers, his upper body bent towards her. His hand trailed lightly across her shoulder and down to her breasts, flicking across one nipple then the other with his thumb as he cupped each one.

Hermione watched his face as he touched her. There was a strange intensity in his heavily-lidded eyes that she found impossible to read. She felt helplessly attracted to him, fear and excitement warring within her as his hands moved over her exposed body. Hermione's breath caught as a ripple of pleasure surged through her, leaving a dull ache behind her navel. As Snape's hand returned to caress her right breast she pushed up into it, and their eyes suddenly met.

His head bent towards hers and she watched him with wide eyes, expecting him to kiss her. She could feel his breath on her lips as he stopped short. "Still want to be my good girl?" he asked, pulling his hand away from her breast slightly so it hovered millimetres above her skin as he waited for her response.

He was so close she could smell him, the warm musky smell mingling with the scent of the lightly spiced soap of his that she had just used. It was a heady mix, and she found herself wondering whether he would taste as good as he smelled. She wanted to find out.

"Yes… please," she breathed, arching her back further, thrusting herself into his warm palm.

Snape smirked at her response as he shifted down again, before lowering his head, His mouth closed over one nipple as his hand squeezed her other breast. Hermione bit her lips to stop herself from whimpering as he sucked gently, causing fire to spread through her body. Her worries and feelings of awkwardness were quickly disappearing beneath the onslaught of sensations.

Hermione's hand left the sheets and she wrapped her fingers in the raven hair that was tickling her chest, pulling his head towards her, urging him on. Snape turned his attention to her other breast, lapping at the hard bud with his tongue. Hermione began to writhe under him, the heat in her core slowly building and pulsing, needing more. Somehow it felt wholly different to her previous experiences with him. It felt better. Perhaps because you're not fighting it this time.

Without warning he pulled back, and she moaned with disappointment as the cold air washed over the wet bud he'd just abandoned. Grabbing the hand that was still tangled in his hair, and the other that had crept up to his shoulder, Snape twisted away from her, lying back on the bed and pulling her with him.

Hermione was now half sprawled across him, her wrists still firmly held in his grasp. Snape placed her palms down on his chest. She looked up at him questioningly, but he stayed silent, instead letting go of her and watching to see what she would do next.

Hermione swallowed nervously and looked down at her hands, unsure of what he wanted from her. He was still wearing his long white shirt. Was he expecting her to remove it? He hadn't seemed keen to before. She looked down his slender body, frowning slightly. Although the shirt had ridden up slightly at the bottom it still hid the beginning of a bulge that she wasn't sure she was ready for yet.

Hesitantly she lifted her hand to the top button, slipping it through the hole, and exposing the hollow at the bottom of his neck. The skin there looked soft, and before she knew it she was pressing her open mouth against it, lingering for a few moments when she realised he did taste as good as he smelled. There was a low rumble from Snape's throat and she pulled away from a moment, concerned, to find his dark eyes burning fiercely and his lips parted.

A trace of salt and sweet from his skin remained on her lips as she wet them with her tongue. She wanted more, and lowered her mouth to him again as her fingers fumbled with the next button. As more skin was exposed she swirled her tongue around the dip at the bottom of his neck and then skimmed along the curve of his collarbone that was visible.

She glance up towards his face again. His eyes were now closed. She continued, her confidence building slightly, but as she reached for the next button her hand was pulled away and held. She lifted her mouth from him in surprise and met his eyes. For a second he seemed somehow vulnerable, his expression tortured, but it was gone from his face so quickly she wondered if she had imagined it.

"No" he said firmly. "That's enough." He pushed her away from his chest, then guided the hand he still gripped down his body. Hermione stiffened as he wrapped her fingers around his erection, his larger hand over hers, encouraging her gently to stroke up and down the shaft.

The skin there was amazingly soft and smooth. She'd never done this before, or at least, she didn't think she had. Who knows what happened in the last nine months? She didn't really have anything to compare it with, except diagrams from the odd book she'd read. It hadn't really prepared her for the reality though.

Snape's hand left hers, and she hesitated. Deciding that being shy about it wasn't going to get her anywhere, she knelt back and clambered over him to settle in between his legs, tugging his shirt up. Snape watched her languidly as she reached out to touch him again. Her fingers trailed up the underside, then around the tip. Snape made a low sound, and she felt his cock twitch in her hands.

Feeling bolder, she wrapped her fingers around the tip, running a thumb over the top and smearing the drop of pearly liquid that had collected there. On impulse she brought it up to her mouth, flicking her tongue out to taste it as her other hand grasped the base of his cock. It had a strange flavour, salt and something else. It wasn't entirely unpleasant.

Snape's hand came down over the one that was holding him. "Stop teasing, pet. It's not nice." His low, rough voice interrupted her musing, and she found Snape's gaze fixed on where she was still sucking the pad of her thumb. She lowered her hand and traced a finger idly across his thigh.

"Sorry," she whispered, biting her lips. "It's just… well… I don't exactly have much experience with this." She held his gaze, trying to tell him with her eyes just how desperate she was to please him.

Snape started at her for a few seconds, then began to move her fingers up and down his cock again. "It's not hard, pet. You won't hurt me." He squeezed her hand, tightening her grip on him, and after a few moments, left her to continue by herself. "Not too fast, pet," he groaned as she sped up slightly. "Yes…." He hissed, throwing his head back, as she found the right rhythm.

Hermione found herself enjoying the power she was currently wielding over the normally controlled and guarded man. I wonder, what if I… She leant forwards and swiped her tongue along his length, before taking the tip into her mouth and twirling her tongue around in circles over his sensitive skin. She heard his loud moan, and felt his hands grab her shoulders, but before she could continue she found herself thrown off and pinned underneath him, his eyes flashing as he loomed above her.

"I told you… to stop… teasing," he growled, holding her against the mattress with his hips. His upper weight rested on the arms as he pinned her wrists alongside her shoulders. Hermione's eyes were wide and frightened as she looked up at him. Snape gave her no chance to apologise, instead pressing his lips to hers roughly for a brief second, before turning his attention to her neck, nipping and sucking his way down the side and then along the top of her shoulder. Her shock quickly dissipated beneath an onslaught of sensation.

Hermione could tell she would be bruised in the morning, but right then she couldn't care less. His mouth and teeth were creating the perfect mixture of pain and sheer bliss. She couldn't help the whimpering sounds that fell from her mouth as he moved down and caught her nipple in his mouth again, this time sucking hard and scraping his teeth across the hard bud.

He let go of her wrists and immediately she wound her arms around him, one at his hips and the other around his shoulder, so that she could pull him closer. Her legs fell open with the slightest encouragement from him and he pressed himself between her legs, grinding his hips against hers. She was burning with desire, every movement of his mouth on her skin making her squirm with the need for more.

Snape slid his hand in between them, searching for her centre, and as his fingers brushed across her clit her hips bucked wildly. She began to quiver, her hands clutching automatically at his shoulders as he slid a digit inside her. He swirled it around for a moment, making her groan and try to push into his hand. He didn't let her, instead pulling the finger back out and spreading the liquid around her tight bud. Gently his thumb began to flick back and forth across it as he continued to bite down on her breasts.

As she felt the pressure start to build she threw her head back. "Please," she begged, desperately needing release. His response was to thrust two fingers into her tight opening as his thumb continued to move across her clit. The sensation made her writhe and cry out with pleasure, and she rocked her hips back and forth, trying to create enough friction to push her over the end. "Please… I, I need…"

"What do you need, pet? Tell me?" he growled in her ear. He mouth had left her breasts, travelling upwards, and he now began to nibble at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

"More… please…" she breathed, grasping at the arm leading down between them.

"Ask me properly, pet. What do you want?"

"I want… you…please."

"Please, what?"

Through the haze engulfing her, she realised what he wanted to hear. "Please, Master. I… need… you…"

Quickly, he removed his fingers, and thrust into her in one swift movement and began to move back and forth, making her cry out. The feeling of his cock filling her tipped her over the edge and soon she was clenching tightly around him, arching her back and shuddering.

Snape continued to slam into her as she came down from her high. She ran her hands up and down his back, clawing and digging her nails into him as she undulated her hips, urging him on. She clenched her muscles around him as he plunged particularly deep inside and she heard him grunt in response. She tried it a few more times, and soon he was cursing softly under his breath.

He began to shake with effort and she could tell he was close. With a wordless cry he came, burying himself between her legs a last few times as he released himself inside her. She could feel him still shaking as he pressed his face into her neck, his breath ghosting over her sensitive skin as his chest heaved.

After a few moments he went silent and still. His weight rested on his forearms either side of her, his hips pressing her hard into the mattress. Hermione stayed quiet, not knowing what he expected of her, especially now she was to be sharing his bed. The absence of sound seemed suddenly strange, and only now did she become aware of the buttons of his shirt digging uncomfortably into her chest and stomach.

After a minute or so Snape rolled off to the side, and lay on his back, his breathing returning to normal. Hermione risked a glance at him. He had his eyes closed, his shirt clinging damply to his skin. Relaxed and tired, he almost looked like a different man. As if he could feel her observation, he opened his eyes, his hard gaze falling on her. She shivered under his scrutiny, wrapping her arms around herself and looking away.

She felt, rather than saw him move, and suddenly the candles went out, plunging the room into utter darkness. She could hear Snape rusting about, the mattress shaking slightly, and then there was the soft sound of material hitting the floor.

Hermione gasped as Snape grabbed her by the waist. He turned her away then dragged her towards him, her back to his chest, and she realised he had finally removed his shirt. She was grateful for his warmth as her naked body was quickly cooling in the frigid air. Snape reached down and pulled the covers up over the both of them before laying his arm over her and holding her possessively against him.

Hermione closed her eyes, a wave of exhaustion crashing over her, and she wriggled slightly in Snape's arms, making herself comfortably and pushing herself tighter against him, revelling in the feel of his arm around her.

As her breathing deepened and she began to drift, she felt Snape slowly dip his head to nuzzle behind her ear, breathing in deeply.

"Whom do you belong to, pet?" he murmured in a soft voice.

"'I'm yours," she whispered back. She meant it.

"Mine," he agreed sleepily.
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