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Teaching Miss Granger	By : OracleObscured Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 116943 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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8 - Makes Me Wanna Shoop Shoop Shoop
Snape awoke after a couple of hours, his back freezing. The front of his body, however, felt as though he’d been spooning a furnace. She was curled in a ball with her bum pressed against him. Flexing his fingers, he squeezed the malleable flesh of her breast. She was so bloody soft; he could spend hours just petting and groping her. She’d probably enjoy that if I tied her up first.
Her breathing was deep and slow. She was still asleep. Snape stayed still. He’d leave her be for a bit longer. She had still been awake when he’d dropped off, no doubt ruffled by his final words. The corner of his mouth curled up. As long as she was with him, the bounds of her bravery would be tested.
His mind wandered as he let her sleep, thinking about her list of fantasies; he imagined ways he could incorporate her ideas into his plans. Dozens of sexual scenarios flickered past his mind’s eye. His prick made its opinions known, growing and bumping against her bum. Severus let go of her breast and slid his hand down to her warm muff. One finger traced the line of her sex, running through the remains of their play, her pubic hair stiff with dried come. He remembered how she had rubbed his semen into her arse earlier, and his lip twitched with amusement. A shower was definitely in order. When he tickled her clit, her breathing skipped, not waking but not unaware of his actions. Severus kept it slow and soft, barely moving. Her breathing became more bothered, and he wondered if she was dreaming about him.
She was. Hermione was sitting in class and Snape was standing over her. He told her that the prize for being first in her class was “six of the best." Hauling her to the front of the room, he bent her over the desk and flipped up her skirt. Everybody could see her knickers. It was awful. Her entire body prickled as her heart pounded painfully in her chest. Draco sat behind Snape’s desk and, lifting one bored eyebrow, said, “You like this, don’t you, Granger?” Hermione couldn’t speak. Snape pulled down her knickers, and she felt the cane being lined up against her bum. “Tell everyone how wet you are,” he purred. The sting burned through her, and she looked up to see Draco smirking at her. The cane sliced into her arse again, and she whimpered for more. Why wasn’t anyone stopping him? After the last hit, Snape spun her round and sat her on top of the desk. He pulled off her knickers and shoved her legs apart. Kneeling down, he spread her open with two fingers and buried his face between her thighs. Harry shrugged to Ron and said, “She asked for it.” Ron nodded. Snape’s tongue was soft and wet against her pussy, and she was struggling to not lose her mind in front of everyone. Draco eased her back down onto the desk and pinned her wrists. “Give it up, Granger.” She looked (upside down) into Draco’s grey eyes, and he smiled kindly at her. “I know,” he said, patting her hand. She had no idea what he knew. Looking down at Snape’s half-hidden face burrowing into her sex, she moaned. She was going to come. His flinty black eyes stared back at her, and he pulled his lips away. “This isn’t part of your Head Girl duties,” he rumbled. She didn’t understand. The room was empty. They were alone. Snape yanked her up and kissed her. Hard. His clothes felt scratchy against her skin. She was naked. “What do you want, Miss Granger?” he asked calmly. Her lips tingled from the kiss. “You,” she whispered. He took off his shirt and stood motionless before her. “Don’t look at me,” he warned. She couldn’t look away. “Don’t look at me,” he repeated. Her hand touched his chest, stroking over his heart; it thudded under her fingers, making her hand burn and tingle. “It’s too late. I see you,” she whispered. He kissed her again, his hand dancing over her pussy.
Hermione’s eyes opened to the semi-darkness of his room. A finger was between her nether lips, teasing her clit, and she could feel the liquid heat pooling in her core.
“Are you awake, pet?” he whispered.
She nodded, blinking her eyes a few times to make sure. “Yes.”
“Would you like to take a shower now?”
Curling into his warmth, she nodded again. “That sounds nice, sir.”
The heat along her back melted away, leaving her chilled. Rolling into the spot he had vacated, she watched his bum as he got out of bed.
Snape held out his hand. “Come on. I’ll get you warm in the shower.”
Smiling, Hermione climbed out after him and clutched his elbow as he led her to the bathroom. The tiles were cold and painful under her feet. She hopped from one foot to the other in an attempt to stay warm. Immune to the icy floor, he took her to the glass wall that separated the shower from the rest of the room. He waited until the water was warm then pulled her under with him. Hot water streamed over her body, and feeling burned back into her toes. Turning her so it warmed her back, he pulled her tightly to the front his body. When he tipped back her head and kissed her, a snapshot of her dream flashed through her head.
Steam filled the tiny glass and tile cubicle. Her hair got even frizzier than usual as the damp heat swirled around them. Snape lathered his hands and, pulling her out of the rain, smoothed the foam up her torso. Her breasts became slippery and impossible to grip as he cleaned them, the hard peaks of her nipples carving at his palm with each delicate buffing. She was putty in his hands.
His eyes kept finding hers from behind the curtain of black hair shielding his face; hands and eyes filled her entire field of vision. She would dream of them later.
Snape soaped her fleece then nudged her legs apart and slid the side of his hand between her furred lips. Slithering his fingers through her folds, he soaked away the remains of their night. He liked the way her hips bucked and hopped against his hand. Bathing seemed to relax and excite her all at once.
“Please, sir, may I wash you?” Gods, she wanted to run her hands all over him.
“Not yet, pet,” he murmured, turning her to face the spray.
Soapy hands smoothed over her backside and down her crack, making her shiver. Twisting and pressing, he moved the plug inside her. Her eyes closed as she reached for the wall. The tile was slippery yet steady under her hand.
He rotated her in the spray, dislodging the suds with his hands and body.
With her back to his chest, Hermione leaned into him, tipping her head onto his shoulder. The heat of his hard-on jerked against her lower back, and she arched into it. I know that’s for me. Let me have it.
Shoving her hair to one side, Snape put his lips to her ear. “Now’s your chance to demonstrate those new skills of yours. Get me as clean as you like; it’s your tongue.”
Her eyes snapped open. You shouldn’t really lick someone’s arse, should you? That didn’t sound sanitary. Neither does anal sex, but you’re willing to do that. Turning into him, she rested her forehead on his chest, thinking and stalling.
“I’m scared,” she whispered.
He could barely hear her small voice over the roar of the shower. Snaking his hand up under her hair, he rubbed her neck. “You’ll be fine. Just get me clean first.”
A heavy sigh blew over his nipple as she gathered her courage. Lathering the soap to billowing bubbles, she stared at his half-hard dick. You know you want to clean that, Hermione. How many times have you imagined him in the shower? Soaping his hips and coarse black pubic hair, she let her hand gently brush over his bouncing erection, smiling when it jumped at her. Circling his shaft, Hermione pumped him several times with lather before moving down and cupping his sac. She worked the suds into his balls then traded places with him so she could rinse him in the spray. Standing for a couple seconds with her breasts pressed against his back, she slid her arms around him, pretending to rinse but really just hugging him for courage.
Here goes nothing. Kissing her way down his spine, she knelt until she was eye level with his bare bum. Just clean him. One step at a time. Her fingers slipped between his cheeks, and she smiled when he groaned. Just like before. Except with soap. Working in small circles, she massaged all around the whole area. She was nothing if not thorough. When she was happy that the outside was clean enough, Hermione pushed her soapy finger gently up to his opening. He hissed above her, his hand braced against the wall. It was impossible to see his cock from her position, and she had no other visual clues to gauge his reaction. Her finger slowly twisted, eliciting a grunt. She looked up. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
He nodded but didn’t say anything. Her eyes returned to where her finger disappeared inside him. She just focused on cleaning him. His prostate could wait until later. The deeper her finger worked, the tighter his back got.
“Okay,” she said, pulling free, “turn round.”
He tuned his back to the water, and Hermione knelt at his side, rubbing her hands between his cheeks. Standing, she let the water run down her arm and trickle into his crack as she rinsed him as best she could. His breathing got more ragged as she fingered him clean, and his cock reached toward the wall, heavy and hard with arousal. I’m surprised he has enough blood left to stand.
Steam filled the shower with a foggy mist. It should have been leaking out the open space in the wall. There must be a charm keeping it inside. The muggy air kept her warm, but she felt as though they were getting it on in the jungle. Hermione wrapped her fingers around his length, stroking him a few times. He growled and put his hand over hers to slow her. She smiled and kissed his shoulder before kneeling back down behind him. Don’t think about it, Hermione. Just do it. Her hands seemed to move without her direction as she spread him wide. He leaned forward, bracing himself against the tile. The shift made the shower spray hit his face, and he clawed at the nozzle as if it had personally insulted him, aiming it toward the glass wall. She would have laughed at his fixture fury if she hadn't been so nervous. With one last deep breath, she closed her eyes.
Severus felt her sigh over his skin and clenched his hands into fists. Dammit, girl, get on with it. He didn’t dare say anything out loud. She seemed ready to bail at the least provocation. His cock twitched. Give her a minute. She parted his cheeks, and Severus felt the softness of her face against his arse just before the wet heat of her tongue ran over his puckered hole. He stopped breathing. She gave another unsure lick and then pressed closer.
Hermione could barely hear his muttered cursing over the running water. This isn’t as bad as I thought. It just tasted like skin. Well, like the skin under his balls. Once she conquered her initial fear, she got more adventurous. He groaned and leaned forward, begging her for more with a growly "fuck." It seemed she had a new weapon in her arsenal.
His teeth clenched against each other, his jaw aching as he held in another groan. Her tongue was superb. Snape tried to slow his breathing, but he sounded as if he’d just done a lap around the Great Hall. Her tongue slipped into his body.
“Fucking hell!” he moaned, slamming the side of his fist into the wall.
Spurred on by his reaction, she pressed in deeper. I can’t believe I’m doing this.
Warm air breezed his cheeks as she backed up to breathe. The tension in his jaw melted, and Severus stretched his mouth open to release the muscles. He needed to touch his cock but didn’t dare. He was far too close.
“Sir?”
“Yes, Miss Granger?” he panted, trying his best to sound in control.
“I . . . uh . . . damn,” she trailed off to a whisper.
How could she be embarrassed to say anything after having her tongue in my arse? “What is it, Miss Granger? Tell me.” She’s ready to back out. He waited for her say she wanted to stop.
Hermione ran her fingers down the back of his leg while she took a deep breath. “Could we do this in front of a mirror? I’d like to see more of you." She was glad he couldn't see how much she was blushing.
A grin cracked his stoic mask. His head dropped as he breathed out a silent, relieved chuckle. “Yes, pet.”
Turning, Snape stroked her chin, making her look up at him. A flush still stained her cheeks, and he ran his thumb over the soft heat. “Whatever you’d like.” Taking her hand, he pulled her to stand. She kept staring at his hard-on as he guided her back out into the bathroom. Turning off the water, he followed her.
Hermione’s eyes followed his bobbing cock as he got a towel. Mmmm. Ignoring her stares, he wrapped the towel around her damp body and started patting her dry. The floor was still cold, and she shifted back and forth trying to keep her toes warm. Severus summoned his wand and held it against the floor for several seconds. The tiles warmed under his feet, and she stopped dancing around.
Kneeling down, he carefully dried her pubic hair and folds, drawing a soft sigh from her. As he worked, she ran her fingers over the tendons in his neck and the sharp line of his collarbone. Her sweet petting drove him mad. When he finished, Severus magically dried the towel and handed it to her. “You expressed a desire to dry me last time. Go ahead.”
Hermione grinned and took the towel. After wiping down down his chest and stomach, she followed the path with her lips. Mmm. Clean. Circling his body, she carefully removed all traces of water from him, spending longer than necessary on the fun bits. When she met his eyes, he gave her a warning glare. It looked as if he was planning to hex her to oblivion if she didn’t move faster. Hermione swallowed and tried to keep her eyes on his thighs as she finished her task.
Her obsessive-compulsive towel work was eating away the last crumb of his patience. The ferocious aching in his cock seemed to have grown to a sharp pain. He took the towel from her and tossed it in the corner. “Crawl,” he ordered. Snape walked toward the door, and she followed on her hands and knees. When he got to the doorway, he turned and said, “Stay.”
Hermione sat back, glad he’d done whatever it was he’d done to the floor to make it warm. He summoned the mirror from his room and then shut the door. There was another mirror on its reverse. He faced it and set the second mirror to the side. Crooking a long finger, he beckoned her back into position. When Hermione was facing his arse again, he adjusted the mirror next to her so when she looked in it she could see the side of him and the front of him in the mirror on the door. Brilliant. Leaning forward, she spread his cheeks and turned her head slightly to watch their reflection. She could see part of her face hidden by his bum and see his cock twitch in front of him. Sweet Circe. Perfect.
Bracing his hands against the door, Severus stared at the floor and tried to calm himself. Make this last. Her soft hands parted him again, and she teased his opening with some long licks before swirling and flicking her tongue over the tiny entrance. Hissing through his teeth, he dropped his head. Yessss.
Hermione grazed her hands up his inner thighs and spread him from below, using her thumbs to open him wider. She pointed her tongue and slid it inside him, smirking inwardly at his clenched grunt. Shifting her eyes to the side, she watched his reflection. His head hung toward the floor, his jaw set in stone. The muscles in his arms were ropy with strain, and his torso was a block of tension. His painfully red prick jumped over and over as if it was trying to catch his eye.
Not really wanting to stare at his reflection, Severus glanced down at his dick and groaned. It was a stick of dynamite ready to explode. Looking away, he realized he could see her in the mirror. Bloody hell. He was transfixed by the image she presented: her face pressing into him, her head twisting and turning, trying to get deeper, her small hands digging into his bum to hold him open.
“Fucking hell, love. I can’t take any more,” he whispered.
One of her fingers slid up next to her lips to replace her tongue; it twisted in and hit his prostate. Severus grabbed hold of his cock, squeezing as hard as he could, holding back the rush. Her tongue kept licking around her finger, and she dug her nails into his left cheek, slowly scratching raw, red tracks across his flesh. He pumped his cock twice and lost it.
Hermione watched the mirror as a strangled shout shattered his grimace. The hand gripping his dick barely moved as his semen pulsed across the glass. She moved one hand through his legs to cup his balls, and he grunted in appreciation. When he finished, he was still hard, and she urged him to turn and face her. He slumped against the door, panting and staring down at her. Holding his hips, she licked the cream that still clung to the tip of his cock. Wordless pleasure rumbled from his chest as he fought to breathe normally.
Severus held her head with one hand as her tongue gently lapped him clean. She kept it light enough that it didn’t hurt, gradually licking the remaining ache from his balls. His heart rate slowed, and he closed his eyes, resting his head against the door.
Sinking down, Hermione placed her cheek against his thigh as he stroked her head absently with one hand.
“Was that as bad as you imagined, pet?”
She smiled. “No, sir.” Hermione didn’t want to tell him that she kind of fancied it. It was exciting making him lose control.
“Would you like to come again?”
“Yes, sir. But I can wait if you want some more time. I’m not in a hurry.”
He couldn't help smiling. “That’s thoughtful, pet, but you do need some real sleep before classes tomorrow.”
Nodding with reluctant agreement, she sighed, wishing she could spend days with him instead of just hours.
“Go get in position on the bed and wait for me." He gave her a hand to help her stand. “I’ll be there soon.”
He opened the door for her and watched as she climbed into his bed and knelt facing him, legs spread, hands behind her head. Retrieving his wand, Snape vanished his seed from the floor and put away the towel. He made sure the bathroom was straightened then he floated the mirror out and stuck it to the bed’s canopy above her. With a few flicks of his wand, he gathered all her clothes so she could get dressed later. Her knickers seemed to be missing. Severus went back to his office to search and found them next to the chair Draco had occupied. He smirked at the stiff patch where her pussy had soaked through.
When he got back to the bed, he held the crotch up to her face and leered at her. “Just look at your knickers, Miss Granger. Maybe you should give these to Draco as a memento.”
Her face burned red. She could smell her arousal all over the satin.
“You certainly enjoyed having him watch, didn’t you, pet?”
Looking away, Hermione muttered, “I guess so.”
“You guess so? Hmm, let’s see. Stick out your tongue, Miss Granger.” There was trepidation in her eyes, but her tongue crept past her lips. He ran the gusset over her tastebuds. “What you taste is your desire to be humiliated, Miss Granger. You wanted Draco to see your pussy dripping all over my fingers. Go ahead, tell me that seeing him hard at the sight of you didn’t make you wetter. You know what I’ll do to you if you lie to me again. Tell me that you didn’t get off having him witness your wanton display.”
Her cheeks burned hotter, and she had to look away again. “Yes, sir.”
“Yes, what? That’s not an answer.”
She was angry. Tears pricked the back of her eyes. What is wrong with me? He already knows the answer. Why is this upsetting me so much?
Severus used the hand with her knickers to force her to look at him. Tears stood in her eyes, and her mouth was set in a tight line of control.
“Yes, sir, I enjoyed it,” she whispered.
He studied her. Something about his question had gotten to her. Looking into her head, he couldn’t get a clear thread on exactly what had sparked such a reaction (which meant she probably didn’t know what was going on either). “Tell me why you look as if you’re ready to cry, pet.”
Hermione blinked and the tears spilled over; her jaw clenched to hold onto her remaining control. He seemed to have no response. Her tears meant nothing to him, and she didn’t want to show any more weakness. He already knew too much.
“Bloody hell,” he sighed. Severus ran his thumbs over her cheeks, wiping away the wet tracks. “What is it? I won’t be angry. Something’s upset you. Tell me what it is.”
She opened her mouth and tried to speak but wasn’t sure what to say. “I don't know. I think I feel guilty.”
“Guilty?” His brow furrowed. “About what?”
Hermione knew suddenly. It only embarrassed her more to be aware of the reason. She didn’t want to tell him, but it was futile to withhold information. He saw everything. “I think I feel guilty about liking Draco watching me.”
He stroked her face. “Why, pet?”
Her eyes closed. She couldn’t look at him and say it. “I felt like I was cheating on you.”
Snape was genuinely surprised. “Cheating on me?”
“Yes.”
“Did you think I would be angry that you were turned on by the experience?”
“No . . . yes. No. I don’t know.”
“You’re allowed to be turned on by other men. I don’t own you.”
Her stomach turned at his words. She felt sick. “I think that’s why I’m so upset, sir. I shouldn’t care; I know we’re just shagging. I feel stupid. Please stop looking at me.” Hermione refused to break her position, but she couldn’t stand to have him staring at her. Her eyes squeezed tight to block out his gaze.
Severus continued to stare for quite some time. He didn’t know how to feel. She had become attached; she cared about him. It felt good, but that seemed wrong and dangerous. He wasn’t in love, and he didn’t want to lead her on. His possessiveness of her was a sticky subject. Is this what I wanted? “Put down your arms, Miss Granger.”
Sighing, she took her hands off her head and rubbed her sore shoulders.
“Do you know the difference between love and lust?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“And which do you feel for me?”
“Lust.”
“Anything else?”
Hermione looked to the side, not meeting his eyes. “I . . . like you.”
He was sure it was felt just as bizarre for her to say it as it did for him to hear it. People tolerated him or used him for their plans, but no one really liked him. It must be quite a conundrum for her. Lust she could deal with—that was just her body having its say; but liking him meant she cared a little, and her head and heart had become involved. “I am . . . fond of you as well, Miss Granger. That is partially why I asked you to not see anyone else.”
She glanced at him. “Really?” It sounded as if it were killing him to admit he could stand her.
“Yes. I didn’t enjoy seeing you touch Draco, but I did enjoy seeing you get off in front of him. I can understand your confusion in such a situation. You’re new to this.”
“Wait. Does that mean you like me beyond shagging?”
He sighed. “You’re semi-intelligent. I appreciate a decent brain. You like to read and can carry on a conversation without boring me to tears. So yes, as far as human beings go, I like you.” The word felt disgusting in his mouth.
“Oh,” she said blankly. She felt relieved, which was good; but it was weird to think that Severus Snape was her . . . friend? Her lover? What the hell does one call a snarky bastard whom you enjoy shagging and you care about to a certain degree?
“Don’t overanalyze it, Miss Granger. Are you better now?”
She nodded. Her feet were asleep. Hermione tried to shift around to get some blood moving without losing the position.
“Lie down,” he murmured.
She sank down flat on her stomach and groaned at the tingling itchiness coursing through each foot. He summoned the same jar of salve he’d used on her arms and rubbed the contents on her feet and lower legs. A soft sigh sounded as her muscles released.
“Are you ready to come for me, Miss Granger?”
Turning to face him, she nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Get on your back.”
Rolling around, Hermione maneuvered onto her back where he could reach her and found herself directly under his levitated mirror. She had forgotten it was there. Seeing herself was a bit of a shock. Her nipples were hard, and she watched herself run a palm over one. Glancing down the bed, she saw Snape staring at her, watching her touch herself.
“Keep going,” he growled.
A shy smile tilted her mouth, and she smoothed both hands up her torso until she was cupping the underside of her breasts. She teased herself before going for the main attraction. Her hands moved higher, circling her nipples without touching them then stroking featherlight down the center of her chest.
“Watch yourself,” he murmured.
Her eyes shifted upward. The mirror widened and lengthened, revealing the entire bed. Her reflection pulled at her peaked tips, and she arched her back.
“Good girl. Don’t stop.”
His hands grasped her ankles and pulled them apart; then his dark head came into view. Hermione watched his pale, scarred back rest between her spread legs, his black hair blocking out her sex. She felt his fingers part her, and then the wet warmth of his tongue covered her clitoris. It was like watching an incredibly sexy movie that she could feel. His breath was hot on her pussy, and his hair tickled her thighs. In the mirror, she watched the back of his head move and tilt as his soft tongue traced her folds.
Severus looked up at her. She seemed enraptured by their reflection. “Now you can see yourself as I see you. Don’t look away. I want you to watch yourself climax.”
“Yes, sir.”
He went back to licking through her silky sex. She was rapidly growing wetter, and he slid his tongue inside her to taste her salty-sweet nectar. Pushing her legs wider, Snape made her draw them to her chest. He teased her entrance then went a little higher, firmly pressing the tip of his tongue near her urethra. She groaned. “Do you like that, pet?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered. He wasn’t on her clit, but it felt good. Not as intense, but she was pretty sure she could orgasm if he licked there long enough. His tongue went back to her clit, and she moaned louder. His teasing was wet and soft. He kept at it, but whenever she got close, he pulled away.
Her growl was lovely. Snape wanted to hear her moaning and shouting his name. He curled up his tongue through her inner petals in firm rhythmic strokes. She went still, letting out a long humming moan.
The pleasure was building. His tongue flickered at the edge of her entrance again, tickling the swollen tissue just inside. When he went back to her clit, she cried out. So close. Just when she thought he was going to push her over the cliff, he went back to sliding through her inner lips. His nose brushed her nub, and his tongue curled over her new favorite spot. Her body began to shake, the trembling radiating out from her pelvis. “Oh God, Severus! Don’t stop!”
I wont, pet. Her body was shaking so hard he had to pin back her thighs to keep her in place. His face was soaked with her juice.
“Unnnh!”
With one long wail from her, he felt the muscles surrounding her pussy tighten and spasm. A small jet of liquid spurted against his mouth and ran down his chin. He hadn’t seen that coming, but he was turned on by the unexpected shower.
Hermione tried to relax as her entire body spasmed. Her back arched so sharply she had to watch the mirror through the lower half of her slitted lids. It felt as if her pussy was trying to push out her insides. Pinching her nipples harder, she drew out her climax.
Her back gradually sank to the bed as her muscles let go of their blissful contraction. Gales of air gusted through her slack mouth as she panted, and she reached down to stroke his head in thanks. Her orgasm had been mind-blowing, but Hermione was ready to come again. Should I say something? A pitiful noise sighed out of her when he kissed her pussy. “Please, sir. Don’t stop. I can come again.”
His eyebrows quirked up. Already? Interesting. His lips plied her swollen nub. “Come for me, Hermione.”
He started the soft assault on her clit again, and she let out a whimper. “Thank you, sir.”
Smiling against her dripping lips, he kept his tongue light and gentle. He would have done anything she asked for after her arse-eating adventure. Licking her to climax was the least he could do. When her hips started bucking and shaking again, he went back to her swollen inner lips, lapping at their apex, just a little below her clit.
Hermione hissed and groaned through her teeth. The pressure was back full force. The metronome of his tongue ticked against her, keeping time with the throbbing in her sex. He slid to her clit again, and she bit her lip to cut off the moan that wrenched free. She didn’t want to hurt him, but she couldn’t take her hand off his head. His scalp was going to be shredded. His lips suckled her clit, and she cried out louder, bucking against his face. “Severus! Fuck!”
He chuckled into her and went back to her inner lips, teasing them with gentle licks to contrast the firm suction.
The pressure returned after a few seconds, and she let go of his head to pinch her nipples. They were rock hard against her fingers, like two diamonds tipping her soft breasts. Running her palms over them, she saw her tight expression pant back at her from the ceiling.
Snape’s gaze traveled up her body. Her nipples looked painful; he could see the hard crinkle of skin surrounding each tip. Moving his tongue back toward her urethra, he slid one hand up and pushed away her fingers so he could feel for himself. They were unyielding, like stone. He groaned against her folds and felt her twitch.
“Come all over my face again, pet,” he growled into her opening.
His tongue teased that same spot, and Hermione felt her body start shaking. Forcing her muscles to relax, she went with it. The trembling built until she was sure her head was going to explode; then her muscles pushed out, and her pussy was convulsing with pleasure again.
“Severus!” she shouted before her brain went blank and all she could manage were nonsensical sounds.
Her body sprayed against his lips again; not as much as the first time, but still more forcefully than usual. He kept the pressure steady, lapping against her as she rode through her release. She seemed to be speaking in tongues. The sound of her shouting his name echoed in his head as he pressed his face into her soaked snatch.
“Fuck!” She sighed heavily as she started to come down.
He grinned around her clit, his tongue cleaning her folds as he wiped off his chin on the comforter. A wet spot darkened the bed beneath her. “Is that all, pet, or do you have more for me?” He ran his tongue up the center of her sex. Her hands slapped over her face, and he looked up at her in amusement. Bloody hell, she’s ready again.
Her pussy was right back were it had started. It seemed to be idling in wait as soon as she came down. Usually, she felt she was starting over between each orgasm; but for the moment, she was already halfway there.
Snape ran his tongue up her twat. “Tell me the truth, pet. Are you ready to come again?”
“Yes, sir.” She felt a little greedy.
“That’s my good girl. Take your hands off your face and tell me what you want.”
A strangled noise of dissent growled out of her.
Kissing her inner thigh once, he moved to lick along the juncture of her leg and pelvis. Her hips rolled, and he nipped her in warning. “Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”
“Please make me come again, sir,” she whispered.
Flattening his tongue, he ran it up her slit. “You’ve drenched my bed, pet. Can you give me more?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you need a break?”
“NO!” She was afraid if he stopped she’d lose the momentum.
He smirked at her vehemence. “Tell me who makes you come like this,” he ordered, flicking his tongue over her clit.
“Oh gods, Severus. You. Only you.”
Her words made his dick jump. He alternated between teasing her hard clit and her engorged opening. Her pussy was so swollen it was almost closed. He turned his head and kissed the edge of her bum. It was deep pink, marked from earlier. Pressing his thumb against her plug, he circled it around inside her, pulsing his tongue below her nub.
“Sweet Circe,” she muttered under her breath.
His lips spoke into her clit as he pushed the plug deeper, “Is this what you like?”
“Merlin, yes! Please don’t stop.”
He got a bit rougher with the plug and pressed his tongue harder against her. The resulting cries were an aria of need. “I want you to think about me being inside your arse, pet.”
I’m way ahead of you. “Yes, sir.”
“Are you still watching yourself?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Tell me what you’re thinking about.”
A nervous groan whined from her throat. She didn’t want to tell him. Then his tongue resumed its sweet torture, and she was willing to spill her guts. “Um . . . I’m bent over your desk, and I’m sore from the cane. Agghh!” She had to pause. His tongue was teasing that same strange spot again. “You’re . . . stretching me with your fingers and using the lube to get me ready. Oh God! Um . . . you’re naked behind me, and your cock is pressing at my bum.”
He shook his thumb against the plug, and her narrative stuttered to a moan. When his tongue went back to her clit, her words started up again, and she panted out the rest of her story.
“My pussy’s dripping, and your fingers are digging into my hips. Your cock sinks deeper and deeper till I can’t stand it anymore. Then you reach around me and rub my clit as you start thrusting. Bloody fucking hell, Severus! I’m so close!”
A noise of agreement vibrated against her sex, and she shuddered. He kept tapping her clit until she was right on the brink then he sank back to that same new spot that made her come so hard. Severus teased it until she was ready to fall again. Each time he switched, she was on the edge with less and less effort.
“You . . . uh . . . you’re talking to me, and . . . oh God . . . I um . . . I’m holding onto your desk so hard my arms ache.”
Snape put one finger inside her swollen pussy and groaned. So wet. He wanted to fuck her again. Going deep, he curled his finger against the front wall of her sheath while he licked her engorged inner labia.
“Oh gods, Severus. Now!” Hermione couldn’t say anymore. Her muscles clenched again and pushed out his fingers. He kept his tongue on that delicious spot under her clit. OhGodOhGodOhGod.
He caught some of her release on his tongue, restoring himself with her ambrosia. Her feral shouts bounced off the walls and surrounded him in a cocoon of her lust. It was too much. The whole scene had inspired him back into action. Feeling her bucking and squirting against his face for a third time left him rigid. Dammit. I’m going to be dead tomorrow.
Her brain was gone. Hermione lay there panting happily as his tongue cleaned her. She was knackered but felt as if she could go again. I can’t ask for more. His tongue must be cramping by now.
He kissed her little red button, and she moaned, spreading her legs wider. “Merlin’s balls, girl! You’re going to turn into a dried up raisin at this rate.”
“I’m sorry,” she moaned, covering her face. “You don't have to keep going. I feel bad keeping you down there so long.”
“Don’t you ever apologize for your body. We are staying right here. My jaw may be sore, but I still have my fingers.” And my cock apparently. He’d save that bit of information for later, already plotting. Severus yanked her to the edge of the bed so he could stand straight and, inserting two fingers into her tight entrance, began to slowly work her front wall again. His other hand held her open and tickled her clit with careful, light strokes. He smirked at her renewed bucking. “Do you really want me to cane you before I take your arse?”
She squeezed the comforter with each hand. “Um . . . fuck . . . I don’t know.”
“I think that sounds quite nice. If you’d prefer another implement, just let me know. You’d enjoy some nice slow punishment first, wouldn’t you, pet?”
“Oh gods! Yes, sir, I would.”
One side of his mouth curled up. “I don’t know if I should call it that when you haven’t done anything wrong. I’ll make you beg for it first, then it won’t be a punishment.”
She groaned as he spoke, his finger sliding through her slickness to press under her clit. Right there. I’ll beg you for anything as long as you don’t stop.
“I have all kinds of things in store for you, pet.” He felt her shiver, and his half-smile grew to a grin. “Look how wet you are tonight. If your pussy weren’t so swollen, I could slide right inside you with one easy thrust.”
His finger went back to her aching nub, and she squeezed her eyes closed. The tension grew in her clit, and when he pulled away his hand, Hermione strained to withhold her scream.
“Are you ready for my cock again, Miss Granger?”
She lifted her head and looked down at his erection in a daze. “Bloody hell,” she muttered. “Yes, sir.”
Severus kelt on the bed. He didn’t need much space. He’d make more room in a minute. Her legs fell open, and she watched with heavy, dilated eyes as he rubbed his knob up and down her folds. “Beg me for it.”
“Please, sir," she whispered, staring him in the eye. "I need your cock inside me. I’m so wet for you.”
Lips twitching at her plea, his glans sank into her tightness. The multiple orgasms had left her pussy totally engorged; her opening was so swollen he had to work to get inside her. Her entrance cinched into a tight, bumpy ring, strangling his shaft; her inner walls were so puffy it felt as if he were parting her for the first time. “Fuck yes, love. Your pussy feels amazing.”
Hermione’s legs wrapped around him, and he lay down flat against her. The sharp tips of her nipples poked into his chest.
“How’s that feel?” he asked, stroking into her slowly and deeply.
“So good, Severus. I’m so close. Please don’t stop talking. I need to hear you.”
“Are you watching the mirror, pet?” He knew she wasn’t. She’d been staring at him since he'd gotten in the bed with her.
Her head tipped back. “Yes, sir.”
“What do you see?”
“Oh gods. Um . . . your bum.”
He chuckled. “Is that all?”
“Your back’s all scratched up.”
Putting his lips to her neck, he whispered, “How do we look together?”
“Perfect,” she said in breathy awe.
His hips thrust harder. “Yes,” he whispered. “Tell me how hard you want it.”
“Harder, sir. I want to feel you tomorrow and the next day. Hurt me so I remember.”
“Bloody hell, love.” Severus bit her neck and slammed into her. She cried into his shoulder and bit him back. Grunting at her fervor, he slapped his hips against her. If she wanted it to hurt, he’d leave her limping. He fucked her so hard they traveled from the bottom of the bed to the top on the force of his thrusts. Her head collided with the dam of pillows, and she lifted up her hands to keep him from knocking into the headboard.
“Faster. Please Severus. I’m gonna come.”
Snapping his hips against her, he watched her face. Her back arched up and her eyes closed; small sounds of pleasure built in time with the impact until she dropped her jaw and shouted in relief. Her muscles churned around him, pushing and squeezing him even tighter. “Yesss,” he hissed. “Come for me. Say my name.”
As the swell crested, she relaxed, and his name fell from her lips. She sank back to earth, panting his name in a whisper every few breaths. His lips and teeth found her throat, and she said it one last time, louder.
Snape slowed down. He wanted to make it last. Her hands stroked down his back and grabbed his arse. He tried not to speed up, but his body wouldn’t listen. Hot breath panted across his neck, and her mouth latched on. She sucked his throat, her teeth sinking deep enough to hurt. He hissed and sped up again. Dammit.
Hermione wanted to see him lose his tightly-held control. She rocked against him, making each thrust deeper than he intended. Her nails scratched his back and bum hard enough to hurt. After leaving a deep red love bite on his neck, she took things up a notch.
“Severus,” she whispered in his ear, “I fancied eating your arse tonight.”
“Fuck,” he muttered into her shoulder.
Hermione felt his hips whip faster against her; she wrapped her legs tighter around him, meeting each of his thrusts. “I’ll do it again—just tell me. It was sexy as hell watching you come like that. I could put my finger in you right now if you want.” She grabbed his bum and pulled his cheeks apart as she suggested it.
“God dammit, girl!” He couldn’t take much more. He found her mouth with his and kissed her just to keep her quiet. If she said one more thing like that, he was a goner. Her tongue tapped at his lips, and he groaned as his balls twitched. Maybe kissing wasn’t such a brilliant idea.
When he opened up for her, her tongue fucked his mouth in time with his pounding. It was hard to keep the rhythm from affecting her actions. He didn’t seem to mind though, moaning and sucking at her thrusting muscle, making her whimper in return.
Severus gave up. His balls were too tight; he was done. The orgasm washed over him. Need to breathe. He forced his lips from hers with a grunt. She immediately started whispering again, and he smiled at her words.
“Yes, sir. Come inside me. Make me yours.”
The last remnants of his seed seeped from his cock, and Severus rested his head wearily in her hair, his breathing heavy and labored against her neck. She stroked his back as he recovered. It was nice. She’d never done that before. He picked up his head and looked at her. “Come back Saturday night. Ten thirty.”
She smiled. “Okay.”
“I have to referee the game Saturday, and at night I have rounds.”
“I’ll be here.” His cock was softening inside her, but she kept her arms and legs wrapped around him so he couldn’t pull out.
“I want you to sleep here Saturday. Tell Draco you’re not coming back and that I said he should cover for you if anything happens.”
Her eyebrows rose. “You want me to sleep here all night?”
“We’ll be busy.”
She laughed. “All right.”
Severus pulled out of her. Although he was careful, she still groaned. “What is it, pet?” he asked, kissing her neck.
“I feel empty without you.”
“As marvelous as it sounds, I can’t stay inside you forever.” His lips found hers again and he kissed her, keeping it slow and gentle. “You have to get back to your room. Get some sleep. You’re going to be a mess tomorrow.” Climbing off of her, he helped her from the bed. “I set your clothes on the chair.”
Shuffling over to the fireplace, she got dressed while he took a seat behind her on the settee.
“Wear your uniform Saturday,” he murmured as she buttoned her shirt.
Hermione smirked. Bloody perv. “Any other requests?”
“White knickers.”
She turned to him, trying not to laugh. “Virgin white?”
He grinned back. “It’ll be your last chance to wear white with any sense of honesty. After that you’ll have to wear black.”
Hermione laughed. He tossed her come-stained knickers to her, and she pulled out her wand to clean them. The crotch was all stiff, and she didn’t want to walk around smelling of pussy.
“Don’t you dare,” he growled.
She stopped, raising her brow in question.
“Put them on the way they are.”
Sighing, she stepped into the silky material.
“Come here,” he ordered.
Hermione could feel the rough patch of satin touching her lips as she walked over to him. He just sat there as if he didn’t care that he was stark naked; she couldn’t stop staring at him. He spread his legs and pulled her to stand between his knees. One of his hands slid up her inner thigh, and she bit her lip to keep from moaning. He rubbed the satin into her slit, a smirk tugging at his lips.
“I want you to wear these all day tomorrow. And I want you to tell Draco.”
Her eyes went wide, giving him an incredulous look. “What? You want me to tell Draco I’m wearing last night’s knickers?”
“I want you to tell him how wet it made you having him watch you and then tell him you have to wear them. If I find out you didn’t tell him or that you cleaned them, or any other little loophole you might have in mind, I’ll punish you and let Draco watch.”
Heat flared in her face. Damn. That’s horrifying. And turning me on a little. “I’ll do it."
Snape nodded and stood. “I know you will, pet.” Bending down, he kissed her again, drawing out their goodbye. Her soft little tongue ran along his, and she made a quiet whimpering noise that vibrated between their lips. Severus growled and pulled away before he got lost in it. Spinning her around, he held her in place with one hand to her belly and dropped his other hand behind her, pushing the plug through the slippery material of her knickers. “Same rules regarding your plug until Saturday. I want you fighting not to come next time.”
She rolled her eyes and muttered, “No problems there.”
Chuckling, he kissed the top of her head. “Go on. I’ll see you in class on Friday. Get some sleep.”
He pushed her toward the door, and Hermione walked away, thinking about how she was going to tell Draco about her knickers. She turned as she opened the door to his office and looked back at him standing there naked. “Good night, Professor.”
Saturday seemed ages away.
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