"Severus, don't stop..." Hermione moaned when Severus began to let up
slightly on his ravaging ministrations on her nether-lips.
"Hermione, I need to ask you something before we get much more involved."
"What? Is something wrong? Am I doing something that you don't like?" Hermione pleaded out loud.
"No! It's not that. I don't want to take advantage of you, I mean; you are still my student, at least for a few more days. I just don't want to do something with you that would jeopardize anything. I'm sorry, I am truly a bastard." Snape said, as he sat up in the bed, looking at the damned scar on his inner-arm.
Severus Snape had taken the Dark Mark as a show of allegiance to You- Know-Who many years ago, when his father pressured him to become a Death Eater. Severus naturally aimed to please his father, so he did as he was asked. He became a pledge to You-Know-Who's inner circle. Severus despised the fact that he had been so foolish as to accept this damnation. Whenever he looked at his arm, he thought of his severe stupidity. How could anyone ever love a bloody bastard like himself? How could he expect, out of all people, Hermione to feel loving emotions towards him? He didn't want to do anything to her that would hurt her in any way. But he wanted her so badly.
"Severus! You shouldn't ever call yourself that! It's not true!" Hermione said in an exasperated tone, "Also, you are not taking advantage of me, I want this as much as you do."
Hermione wrapped her arms around Severus' chest, trying to soothe his battered conscience. She gently pulled him back under the satin sheets, and began to massage his extremely tense body.
"Hermione, I've never told anyone about my feelings. I never felt comfortable enough to do so. But, you are different. I know that I can trust you." He said as he turned to face her. Severus pulled Hermione very close to him, so that every millimeter of their skin was touching.
"Severus, I need you. I can't live another second without you. Please, be with me. Truly be with me." She whispered into his ear. She gently kissed his earlobe, sending shivers down his spine.
"Are you sure?" He asked tentatively.
"Absolutely." She cooed back to him.
Severus ran his calloused hands down her soft and supple body, making sure to caress every centimeter of her skin. Hermione placed her strong, yet feminine hands onto his chest and slowly worked her way down his rugged body. Just the hands on skin contact were almost enough to send them over the edge. Almost. The both yearned for more.
Hermione got a mischievous glint in her eyes, as she prepared to straddle his hips and show him her version of Utopia. Severus slid his hands down the generous curves of her body, until they rested on her soft hips. She gyrated her nether-parts on his manhood until he became as so rigid that the expression on his face was almost that of pain. Hermione lowered her bosom until it rested above his face. Agonizingly slowly, he took a light pink nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it.
Hermione knew that she had the upper hand, so she ran her hand under the sheets to find his pulsating rod. She took him in her hand and slid him into her.
The both gasped in pleasure and relief as he felt her warmth and tightness surrounding him, and she felt herself being filled completely by his hard manhood.
Severus knew he had to get on top. He had to. There was no way around it; he wanted to pleasure her beyond her wildest dreams. So he did.
Severus flipped her over and stealthily replaced himself in her. He lay on top of her, but gently and lovingly so. He grabbed her hands and moved them to cup his face. Severus sucked and licked her gorgeous neck and breasts. They began to move in a rhythmic motion. Her hips moved in time to his thrusts. They kept building closer and closer to release.
Hermione grabbed his back for some kind of hold onto Earth as she kept loosing herself in Severus. Finally, she let go of everything. She knew only one thing, that she loved him. She truly loved him. She grabbed tighter to him as she came closer to that orgasmic precipice. They were almost there. A few more minutes.
"Severus, I'm almost there..." She moaned into his ear.
"So am I, Hermione." He answered in a breathless way.
As their sweat-slickened bodies were almost there, Severus leaned over to Hermione and said, "I think you earned your true grade."
As soon as he confessed, they both released the fire and lay in each other's embrace for what seemed like eternity.
The release was so amazing. They both shook and their mouths met in a finalizing kiss. He filled her with everything. His body, soul, mind, and love. She accepted and let herself succumb to him.
"Hermione, I love you." He said in an exasperated sigh as he hugged her tightly to himself.
"I love you too, Severus." She said back to him as she hugged him even closer.
And the truth was, they both meant it.
"Hermione, I need to ask you something before we get much more involved."
"What? Is something wrong? Am I doing something that you don't like?" Hermione pleaded out loud.
"No! It's not that. I don't want to take advantage of you, I mean; you are still my student, at least for a few more days. I just don't want to do something with you that would jeopardize anything. I'm sorry, I am truly a bastard." Snape said, as he sat up in the bed, looking at the damned scar on his inner-arm.
Severus Snape had taken the Dark Mark as a show of allegiance to You- Know-Who many years ago, when his father pressured him to become a Death Eater. Severus naturally aimed to please his father, so he did as he was asked. He became a pledge to You-Know-Who's inner circle. Severus despised the fact that he had been so foolish as to accept this damnation. Whenever he looked at his arm, he thought of his severe stupidity. How could anyone ever love a bloody bastard like himself? How could he expect, out of all people, Hermione to feel loving emotions towards him? He didn't want to do anything to her that would hurt her in any way. But he wanted her so badly.
"Severus! You shouldn't ever call yourself that! It's not true!" Hermione said in an exasperated tone, "Also, you are not taking advantage of me, I want this as much as you do."
Hermione wrapped her arms around Severus' chest, trying to soothe his battered conscience. She gently pulled him back under the satin sheets, and began to massage his extremely tense body.
"Hermione, I've never told anyone about my feelings. I never felt comfortable enough to do so. But, you are different. I know that I can trust you." He said as he turned to face her. Severus pulled Hermione very close to him, so that every millimeter of their skin was touching.
"Severus, I need you. I can't live another second without you. Please, be with me. Truly be with me." She whispered into his ear. She gently kissed his earlobe, sending shivers down his spine.
"Are you sure?" He asked tentatively.
"Absolutely." She cooed back to him.
Severus ran his calloused hands down her soft and supple body, making sure to caress every centimeter of her skin. Hermione placed her strong, yet feminine hands onto his chest and slowly worked her way down his rugged body. Just the hands on skin contact were almost enough to send them over the edge. Almost. The both yearned for more.
Hermione got a mischievous glint in her eyes, as she prepared to straddle his hips and show him her version of Utopia. Severus slid his hands down the generous curves of her body, until they rested on her soft hips. She gyrated her nether-parts on his manhood until he became as so rigid that the expression on his face was almost that of pain. Hermione lowered her bosom until it rested above his face. Agonizingly slowly, he took a light pink nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it.
Hermione knew that she had the upper hand, so she ran her hand under the sheets to find his pulsating rod. She took him in her hand and slid him into her.
The both gasped in pleasure and relief as he felt her warmth and tightness surrounding him, and she felt herself being filled completely by his hard manhood.
Severus knew he had to get on top. He had to. There was no way around it; he wanted to pleasure her beyond her wildest dreams. So he did.
Severus flipped her over and stealthily replaced himself in her. He lay on top of her, but gently and lovingly so. He grabbed her hands and moved them to cup his face. Severus sucked and licked her gorgeous neck and breasts. They began to move in a rhythmic motion. Her hips moved in time to his thrusts. They kept building closer and closer to release.
Hermione grabbed his back for some kind of hold onto Earth as she kept loosing herself in Severus. Finally, she let go of everything. She knew only one thing, that she loved him. She truly loved him. She grabbed tighter to him as she came closer to that orgasmic precipice. They were almost there. A few more minutes.
"Severus, I'm almost there..." She moaned into his ear.
"So am I, Hermione." He answered in a breathless way.
As their sweat-slickened bodies were almost there, Severus leaned over to Hermione and said, "I think you earned your true grade."
As soon as he confessed, they both released the fire and lay in each other's embrace for what seemed like eternity.
The release was so amazing. They both shook and their mouths met in a finalizing kiss. He filled her with everything. His body, soul, mind, and love. She accepted and let herself succumb to him.
"Hermione, I love you." He said in an exasperated sigh as he hugged her tightly to himself.
"I love you too, Severus." She said back to him as she hugged him even closer.
And the truth was, they both meant it.