Severus\'s Trip

He brought her into his bathroom. Hermione was amazed. For all his anti social behavior Severus liked luxury. As with his bedroom his bathroom was designed with extreme comfort in mind.

His tub was huge, with enough room for two or three people. Severus filled the tub as Hermione looked around. Black towels rested on shelves built into the wall. The counter space near the sink held various potion bottles and a shaving kit. The sink and counter space rose to just above waist level, and a huge mirror covered every inch of wall above it.

\She looked in the mirror and watched as Severus came behind her. “I have something special in mind for you.” His eyes met here in the mirror as he spoke softly in her ear.

His hand came around and slowly unfolded the towel from her waist, slipping it off along with her swimsuit. Last night had removed any bit of shyness she had left, so she remained still, completely nude as he stood behind her. He slid his trunks down to join hers. Hermione has never seen anything more erotic then her own image in the mirror being caressed by his hands.

She was gently pulled away and led to the tub where he entered behind her eased her into his lap. She rested her head on his shoulder as she was lathered and washed by strong hands. He eased her off his lap and reached over the edge for something as Hermione glanced at the edge of the tub. Opposite her was a dent in the tub rim that barely reached water level.

She gave a squeal as she lifted out of the water and paced her in the dent.

“It’s a seat?” she asked. Severus nodded as he took her ankles and pinched then high up on the rim spreading them wide apart. Memories of the vanity table at the trip came to mind and she juiced up at the thought of his tongue again. She leaned back and relaxed, as exposed as she was she loved being in this position. Severus’s blatant lust at the view was such a turn on. She glanced down at the small tray that he had levitated next to him as he positioned himself in front of her. Her eyes widened at the implements. He was going to shave her!

Severus avoided her eyes. If he made eye contact that might give her a chance to stop him and he didn’t want to stop. To him there was nothing sweeter then eating a freshly shaven pussy.

Taking the bowl and brush he slowly lathered her lips with shaving foam. Hermione rested her head against the wall as the soft bristles brushed over her pussy. He looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her legs wide open and Severus working between them brought a flash of heat to her cunt.

Severus picked up the straight razor and in one smooth motion brought the blade up one side of her pussy. Hermione remained still. Not from fear. Severus’s face didn’t have a nick on it, so she trusted his skill with a blade. She remained still because he expected her to and she wanted to please him. He had given her such pleasure and she wanted to reciprocate. It was a feeling that was knew to her. Everything with Ron felt like obigation, but not with Severus. He moved slowly, spreading her open, stretching her lips making sure he left no spot untouched.

When he finished he splashed water over her lips and moved aside to return the tray. Hermione looked at her reflection and smiled. Completely bald she was able to see everything, her lips slightly open and still wet from the water, or was it her?

Severus moved in front of her and kissed her neck and shoulders.

She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the mirror. The water covered his strong ass, his back flexed as he pressed his body to hers. Her legs spread wide on each side of his hips her delicate hands gripping her shoulders.

She felt desire, a very strong desire.

“Severus.”

“Mmm,” his voice vibrated off her throat.

“Take me to your bed.”

He stilled, then wrapped his arms around her lifting her from the tub, drying her off with a soft black towel. After he dried himself he carried her to his bed. As he knelt over her, she reached to the side table for her wand, aimed it above them and whispered an incantation.

Severus looked up and saw a huge mirror perched above them. Seeing himself between her thighs hardened him immediately. He looked at her when he felt nudge on his chest

She eased him into his back and situated herself between his thighs, taking his cock she covered the head with her lips and slid up and down his shaft rolling her head from side to side.

The image in the mirror drove Severus close to the edge. Watching her head move between his spread legs was a sight to be seen. He watched her head moving, her hair covering his hips, her hands caressing his thighs and stomach. He reveled in her worship of his body. No woman made him feel like this. Severus knew he was good at giving women head, it was one of his favorite acts, so most women returned the favor thinking its expected of then. As a result Severus was never able to derive much pleasure from it, knowing they didn’t want to actually be doing it. But Hermione, she wanted to do this, she wanted his body, she wanted him.

Hermione was acting on instinct. Ron had always expected her to suck him off, demanded it at times, which made doing it a chore. It was no wonder he complained about her “lack of talents” when it came to the act. How could she make it good when she felt forced to do it. She merely settled for sliding up and down, waiting until he got tired of complaining and just fucked her.

With Severus, she let her body take over. She wanted him. Gods how she wanted him. She wanted to please him, she wanted to explore his body and his reactions spurned her on. His gasps, his arching body. She was bringing this reaction from him. Her hands roamed over his stomach and chest and she felt his hands cover her own. But he didn’t push her away, he touched her, he welcomed her hands over him.

She took him out of her mouth and licked every inch of his shaft, feeling every hot piece of skin. She cradled his sac in her palm. Severus groaned and his hips arched slightly.

She took him in her mouth again and slid up and down as far as she could sucking him gently.

Severus’s body writhed under her, she grew moist in her core at the thought of her doing this to him. She felt his balls tighten in her hand.

“Hermione darling…….you really……you really should stop now” His voice was strained as he forced the words out. She took hold of his hips and slid her mouth up and down faster. Normally she would move off. Ron always held her head so she couldn’t get away trying to make her take it in her mouth, but the thought always made her cringe, so she bit down on him slightly and he yanked her off. Ron stopped making her try to swallow after that. But Severus, Severus treated her with respect, he gave her so much. She knew he wanted this and she wanted to give it to him.

When he felt a drop of her saliva slide down his sac he lost it. His hips rose and he thrust forward spilling himself, with a loud groan.

Hermione stayed where she was, letting him spill in her mouth. When he was done she calmly got up and walked to the bathroom, spitting loudly in the sink. Severus threw his head back on the pillow and laughed while he listened to her gargle and spit again.
He was still grinning when she walked out, just as calmly and smiled at him.

“Keep in mind I did give you warning.” he said.

“Yes I know.” She climbed onto the bed and let him rest his hand on her thigh. “To be honest it was my intention to swallow it.”

“But you decided against the idea?”

“I found the taste not to my liking.” She answered with a face.

“What does it taste like?” He asked curiosity getting the better of him.

“Bitter. Very very bitter.”

“You didn’t have to do that, you know.”

“I know but you seemed to enjoy it even more knowing it would happen.” Severus couldn’t deny it. It had given him an extra rush knowing her intentions.

“Well my lovely lady,” he sat up and kissed her, “allow me to assure you that your own flavoring is much more succulent.” He kissed her neck while setting her on her back in his former position. “You gave such a stellar performance upon my person….” he kissed his way down her chest and stomach “allow me to bring you to such heights as well.” He settled himself between her open thighs.

Glancing down at her open pussy he ran the flat of his tongue from the bottom of her slit to her cit, savoring the taste. To Severus she was the most delicious looking sight he’d ever seen. This beautiful witch was opening herself to him. She was giving herself to him and fully intended to take whatever she was willing to give.

He looked at her quickly. She had closed her eyes and let her body go slack. She was intent on enjoying every sensation he was going to give her. She trusted him to bring her this pleasure. Severus planned on keeping Hermione in his life for some time. They were well suited in bed and out. Now he had only to make her see this as well.

Severus lavished her pussy with attention. He cradled he thighs with his arms as he alternated between flat licks over her lips, flicking her clit, and plunging his tongue into her pussy. Her hairless lips made it easy or him to glide between all three delightful activities.

Her hips raised up to him. Severus was truly a master of the art. He knew just what to do. The mirror above them only heightened the experience. She watched the pitch black tresses sway as his head moved between her open legs. The image was intoxicating.
She needed more. She needed to feel him. “Severus…..I need you…..”

He needed no other prompting and rose over her, sliding his cock inside her. She arched her back and spread her thighs wider, taking him as deeply as she could. Severus knew what she was doing and thrust hard, giving her every inch.

Hermione looked up at the mirror. Her eyes grew wide at the image of Severus ass muscles flexing and unflexing as he fucked her. She reached down and grabbed his ass, pulling him closer and he plunged.

Severus groaned as he felt her hands, groping him. He turned his head and saw her eyes fixed above them. He tossed his hair to one side and kissed her cheek, knowing she would see it perfectly. “Nice image isn’t it, my dear?” She only gasped in response. He hooked her knees on his elbows, opening her wider. She groaned and clutched at his waist.

“More Severus……..more……” The view of their bodies moving in sync was driving her insane.

“Anything you wish, Hermione, I will do anything you want.” He grunted and moved faster. The sound of skin slapping against skin was echoing in her ears. She was juiced up more then ever.

Severus rose up on his knees and with lightning speed flipped her over on he knees. She felt him slid in from behind and grab her hips. It felt so much better with a man of his size. She dropped her head down to the mattress as he began moving.

Severus grunted over her. When she dropped down, raising her ass higher to him, he just about blew his load. He leaned down and covered her back with his chest, forcing her body flat. He bent his legs on either side of her knees and reached under her, grabbing both breasts.

“Woman, you don’t know it yet, but you are mine.” He whispered in her ear. “I will be your choice, I wont force you, but I will always give you this and you will want more.”

He was right. She would want more. There was no way she could experience this ecstasy and not want it again and again. She lifted her head and brushed her cheek against his. Severus was touched by the gesture. He slowed down and moved his body against her in a deep rhythm. If she wanted connection, he would give it to her.

He wrapped and arm around her and hugged her close. He slipped the other hand under her hips and downward, searching for her clit. When he found it, she began writhing under him, groaning loudly. “Yes, my dear, I know. Let go and just feel it.” She began to buck her hips and soon her whole body lifted his weight slightly as she came and howled out her desire. She squeezed down on him, but Severus kept fucking her through her orgasm, letting her milk every delight. When she calmed and began panting, he rolled her over and slipped between her thighs again, looking in her eyes as he worked for his own release.

This was another rarity for him. Looking in the eyes of a woman. With Hermione is was different. He knew this was the woman for him. He moved faster and faster. She wrapped her legs around his waist and watched him. She had never seen a sexier eight. Severus was losing himself in her body and she loved it. Here was a man who wanted her, not just sex, he wanted her and she would give it all to him.

Severus watched her eyes. He felt her body accept him, and he rode it harder. He covered her body with his and wove his hands in her hair. His forehead rested on hers. His breathe mingled with hers, as he panted. He held her head still, almost afraid she would break eye contact. She held his shoulders and drilled her eyes into his. “Come for me Severus.” She whispered. He lost all control and with a series of hard thrusts, emptied himself inside her.

Hermione kissed his temple and held him tight, keeping her legs around his waist even after he collapsed on top of her. This was new to Severus. Never before had a woman wanted to hold him after sex. The feeling was glorious and he was reluctant to lose it. He fell asleep against her breasts.