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...After Happily Ever After	By : Lissa & snowblind12 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 25739 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with Harry Potter or J.K. Rowling. I make no money off of these stories. This is just fun for me.

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First I have to shout out to Desert_Sea and ObstacleObsured as their hard core fabulous HP FF has me riding waves of creativity straight to the shore. Writing erotica scenes is something new for me, so I have to give credit to them for inspriation and vocabulary. Bear with me while I stretch my legs in this new direction...

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Chapter 5
“Goodnight, Miss Granger.” His voice trailed along her spine, sending shivers of delight to cup deliciously there, low in her belly.
“No. Don’t go,” she whispered, reaching out and taking his hand. She laced her fingers through his in attempts to keep him from going. Startled dark eyes met hers, blackening with undiluted desire.
“You don’t really want that, Miss Granger,” he murmured even as he invaded her personal space. He pushed her against her bedroom door. One hand pressed next to her head, the other at her waist, just at the sensitive undercarriage of her breast. She felt the hard flesh of his abdomen rub against her sensitive nipples through their clothing and her head fell back in bliss from his nearness. As his protuberant nose skimmed against her cheek, he growled in her ear. “You’re playing with fire...”
She tilted her face to brush her nose against his. “Too late, I’m already burning.” She groaned, sliding warm hands over his chest to twine up around his shoulders. She pushed the length of her slender, soft form more firmly into his solid body. Groaning, he pulled back just enough to look into her eyes.
“I want you,” he growled, fingers sliding to sink into her hips. Three simple words made her knees buckle with need and she gasped, gripping his shoulders for support.
“Yes,” she choked out. An animalistic noise rumbled out of his chest as his lips trailed down her jaw bone and across her chin to hover just over her decadent mouth. She gasped, pressing her belly into his growing erection.
“Please,” she whimpered, pleading, trying to raise her mouth to his, eyes clouded and heavy with lust. His mouth hovered and their combined breath made her feel heady. “Kiss me,” she breathed. The words broke all his lingering resolve and his mouth collided with hers in a swirl of tongue and gnashing teeth. She panted loudly as his fingers dug into her bum and he hoisted her against the door. Her legs automatically wrapped around his waist and she ground her pelvis into his sex, eliciting another crazed sound. A thrill ran through her, it felt bloody powerful to entice such sounds from this seemingly indifferent man. One of her hot hands cupped the side of his face, her nails digging around his ear into the soft, sensitive skin of his neck, the other seemed to be slapping at the door as if she was looking for something.
He chuckled against her mouth as he realized what she was trying to do. Wandlessly, he threw open the door, tilting his pelvis to support her while wrapping one well-toned arm around her petite curves. He took three long strides and all but threw her on her back onto the bed. She squealed with shocked surprise as the door slammed shut behind them. His eyes bore into to hers as she pushed herself into a half-seated position on her elbows. A slow smirk spread across his face he deliberately slid one finger through the air, making the bolt of the lock clink into place. Her respirations picked up, making her flawless bosom strain against the buttons of her uniform top.
He strode to the bed, stepping between her knees. Her molten, burnt caramel eyes never left his as his fingertips encountered one stockinged knee. Her head tilted back and she mewled high in her throat, her pussy pulsing with anticipation. “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are, Miss Granger?” Even though his voice was low, his baritone thundered through her body, making her heart stutter.
“Put your hands on me, Professor!” she pleaded, reaching one willowy hand to him. His groan was slow as he crawled onto the bed like a sleek black panther, settling his hips between her spread thighs and nestling his mouth to hers in another blazing kiss. She gasped and tangled her fingers in his butter soft locks. His tongue curled around her lower lip and he sucked, nipping, making her sigh with desire before trailing hot, wet bites down her jaw. Her hips bucked against his erection and he squeezed his eyes tight, gritting his resolve against his hunger.
Grabbing her jutting hips, he rolled them, pulling her on top of him. She pulled back, somewhat bewildered, as he reached a hand up to cup her face. They stared at each other, burning dark eyes into blazing brown. He looked as if he was trying to read her mind…and maybe he was. She swallowed. Slowly she turned her face into his hand, her soft pink tongue darting out to swirl across his thumb. He watched with fascination as she daringly sucked the pad into her petal perfect pout. Growling, he pulled her back down to him. He seized her mouth in his while raking his hands up her slender torso, pulling her shirt out of her skirt as they skimmed up her lithe body. She squeaked, and her frantic fingers rushed to help. He stilled them and she pulled away slightly to question him with her eyes.
“I want to undress you,” he rumbled and her hands moved to the buttons of his frock instead. He grunted his approval even as he was pushing the blouse off her slender shoulders, trailing his fingers over the bare skin of the swell of her breast. Her bra was an enchanting aquamarine color, silk, trimmed with lace. He gave a grunt of appreciation and cupped them in his hands, running his tongue along the swells while pinching a nipple through the material.

“Ahh,” she breathed, her nipples standing to immediate attention. It felt as if they had a direct line to her pussy as it leaked in response. His hands felt like a torch. She was on fire. She never knew it could feel like this. It had never felt like this with Ron or Viktor.
He sat up unexpectedly and her fists balled into knots in his coat, afraid she was going to topple off. He unfastened the clasp of her bra in one swift motion, causing her breasts to tumble out. She released her hands from his coat so he could fling it away. A scorching mouth encircled one taut pink nub and sucked deeply. She felt mindless for a moment before her fingers returned to him – deftly trying to complete her unbuttoning task. They trembled as she muttered wordless praises, arching her chest into his face.

“Bloody hell,” he growled, sliding his stubbled chin across her areola as she writhed. “Too many damned buttons!” Yanking his wand from his coat he unbuttoned everything in one soundless incantation. She rumbled her agreement and started thrusting his coat and shirt off his broad shoulders. He helped her get his arms free and then rolled her again to her back, teeth nipping at her collar bone.
“Ooh, please!” She whimpered as his fingers trailed up the outside of her thighs. He snorted at her wantonness as he hooked his fingers in her knickers and pulled them down her legs.
His fingertips traced a lizard line up her inner thighs. “Look at me, Miss Granger,” he breathed hotly. She propped herself up and met his smoldering eyes over the mounds of her breasts as he slipped a finger into her slick folds. “You’re drenched,” he intoned gruffly as she fell back with a mewl, eyes sliding closed again. He circled her clit with one deft digit, making her hips buck and her head roll from side to side.
The combination of her panting and thrusting had his cock leaking and screaming for release. He pulled away to stand, smirking at her bereft whimper of disappointment. When she realized what he was doing, she quickly rolled to her knees to assist. She cupped the front of his trousers, rubbing gently through the material while her other hand slid the leather belt from the buckle. She slowly, reverently, undid the button and sensually slid the zipper down while meeting his searching gaze with a heavy-lidded desire. He helped her push his trousers and boxers off his hips and his shaft sprang free. Eyes widening comically, she deftly encircled the base of his more than adequate cock in her tiny fist and pulled gently, reveling in the visceral sound that exploded from his chest.
Daringly, she bent at the waist, bringing his proud knob to her lips. A tentative lick of her tongue flicked the drop of pre-cum off its tip. “Again,” he demanded, and she flattened her tongue to bounce his glans off, swirling gently around the head. She liked the taste of his skin; it was hard but yielding under her curious mouth. His smell was musky and spicy in her senses. Carefully, she sheathed her teeth with her lips and pushed the tip into her mouth, hallowing her cheeks to suck with care. His breathing changed and she pumped him firmly with the fist that encircled the base of his cock. She alternated sucking and driving her fist, picking up a slow, steady rhythm. His hips started to move, pushing his length a little further into her mouth. She dropped further to allow greater access, grateful for the assistance. She was pretty new at this, after all. His fingers sunk into her hair, grasping it up off her face into a loose ponytail so he could watch her expression, and slowly rode her face. Suddenly, emboldened by his aid, her confidence soared and she devoured him like a circus lollipop, swirling and sucking and nipping until he stilled her with a grunt.
“That’s enough,” he rumbled low. She released him and sat back, a worried look on her face. “That was bloody amazing, Miss Granger, but it’s your turn.” His voice was gravely and thick with desire as he kicked his slacks and boxers off his feet. “Lay back.” He guided her down to the mattress by gliding his fingers up her thighs. She was still wearing her stockings and skirt and he pushed the latter out of the way, exposing her glistening sex.
“What are you...?” She trailed off as his fingers spread her folds wide and gasped her gratefulness as his warm, wet tongue delved inside, circling her nub with tender pressure. “Yes,” she hissed, eyes rolling back and hips grinding. He held her hips down and increased the speed, sucking and nipping until she was thrashing. “Please,” she breathed.
“Please what, Miss Granger?” he inquired, one eyebrow raised as he stopped.
“Please make me come, Professor.” It was a demand.
“Good girl,” he responded as he pushed two long fingers into her core. She groaned as the pad of his thumb found her sweet nub and flicked. Stretching her tight inner walls, he searched for her g-spot, finding it with little trouble. He concentrated on the bumpy interior mass while watching her chest heave and her breath come in hitches that made his chest constrict; she was stunning. Deliberately, he removed his thumb from her clit and replaced it with his tongue. Flicking and sucking while her legs started a telling tremble. “Come for me, Miss Granger.” His voice vibrated into her folds, and she did.
“Unnhh!” Hermione cried, waking as waves of pleasure engulfed her body. She was drenched in a light sheen of sweat, her breath coming in hiccupping gulps of excitement. She lay in her bed, fingers clenched tightly into the mattress as her body rode a massive orgasm, whimpering with undiluted shock and chagrin. As she started to come down from her high, she felt her joints turning to jiggling jelly and she sucked in and then repelled a long, measured breath. What the fuck was that?!
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