Sexual Understanding

Disclaimer:style=\'font-size:8.0pt;font-family:Verdana\'> Sadly only the plot is mine,
everything else belongs to J.K.Rowling

Author’s
Note: Although I am
working on lots of stories at the moment I started writing this to practice my
PWP skills. However, it seems to have developed a plot of its
own! Please tell me what you think. Enjoy!

Verdana\'>Hermione
lay back in her bath and closed her eyes tiredly. She sighed softly as the
water washed over her, easing the tiredness in her body and relaxing every
muscle. Since she had returned to Hogwarts to teach Arithmacy, Hermione had
been on her feet continuously – she hadn’t realised just how demanding being a
teacher was. Hermione slipped further into the sweetly scented water and
reached over to pick up the glass of wine she had poured earlier from its place
on the floor.

As she took
a sip and relished the fruity taste, Hermione thought over the day’s events.
She and Severus had had another of their run-ins prior to dinner. Despite the
fact they had been working together for almost a year now, he couldn’t seem to
accept her as an equal and the two clashed personalities regularly. Their
fights were always over stupid little things, but Hermione couldn’t seem to
stop herself getting infuriated by his superior attitude.

Trying to
clear her thoughts, Hermione quickly finished her bath, dried herself and
walked through to her bedroom; keen for the comfort of her bed. However,
Hermione didn’t feel tired anymore – a small blush formed on her cheeks as she
realised how randy she was feeling.

Settling
back into the pillows, Hermione slid her hand down her stomach and through the
damp curls at the top of her legs. Her finger slipped slowly inside and she
gasped as she felt how wet she was. Stroking up, Hermione groaned and closed
her eyes at the first touch of her finger against her clitoris. She stroked
steadily as the moisture started to grow, but somehow she couldn’t seem to get
aroused enough to enjoy the sensations.

Her eyes
opened in frustration. Glancing around the dilit lit room, a smile suddenly
formed on her features as she noticed the spare quill rested on her bedside
table. Giggling nervously in the quiet, Hermione grabbed her wand and quickly
transfigured the quill into a vibrator. Her mouth opened in response and a sigh
escaped her as she regarded it eagerly.

Whilst she
had never used such an aid before, she had always wondered what they felt like,
and after all, the pagans did use stone dildos to pleasure themselves with, so
how different was this? This one was in the shape of a small penis, a clitoral
stimulator attached to the base. She bit her lip as she carefully switched it
on at the bottom and inserted just the head insher her folds.

Hermione
gasped the vibrations throbbed through her body, causing pleasure to flow
through her veins. Picking up her wand, she quickly cast a spell on the object
so it gently pushed itself further inside her, leaving her hands free to caress
and stroke her engorged nipples. Hermione revelled in the feeling as the
vibrating ‘organ’ slid into her wetness, the stimulator finally touching her clitoris,
causing her back to arch as sparks sped through her body.

Sliding
down the pillows, Hermione’s legs fell open and her eyes closed as she mittmitted to the sensations and allowed herself to truly relax for the first
time in months.

She found
herself moaning in abandon into the empty room as the vibrations continued to
send shivers of pleasure throughout her whole body. Her fingers stroked
fiercely against her nipples and she soon became aware she was panting roughly,
her breath coming in gasps.

As her
pleasure reached a fevered pitch, images suddenly flooded into Hermione’s mind,
making her want to stop, but the vibrations continued and her orgasm kept
mounting. Images of Severus, the man she had verbally brawled with non stop for
nearly a year, filled her brain.

Him;
standing naked in front of her, leaning over her smaller body and kissing her.
And finally, images of him suspended over her, their arms wrapped around each
other as he thrust into her sharply and she called out in pleasure, clutching
his buttocks and pulling him into her. Hermione couldn’t stop the gasps
escaping her mouth at her thoughts – suddenly lusting over the man she had
hated for so many years. The sudden, final vision of him and her sent her over
the edge.

They were
together, on her bed, and she was on top of him, riding his cock hard, her
mouth open in a scream as his hands grasped her breasts. Hermione convulsed as
her orgasm sped through her and words flowed out of her mouth before she could
stop them.

“Severus!
Oh God, yes, yes…oh, Severus!” Aftershocks arched her body off the bed and
Hermione cried out in shock as she realised what she had said. She fell back on
the bed and pulled the vibrator out of her sticky opening, quicklransransfiguring it back into a quill. She was still shaking; both from the
strength of her orgasm and the realisation of what she had said and thought.

Suddenly
out of the corner of her eye Hermione noticed a small movement in the darkened
room combined with the loud creak of oorboorboard. Hermione sat up quickly and
peered into the darkness, grabbing her wand from the bedside table.

“Who’s
there?” She called into the room, trying to sound as stern as possible despite
the nervous tremor in her voice. There was another flurry of movement and
Hermione’s eyes widened as a figure slowly moved across the room.

“Er…ah…I,
er,” came a familiar sounding voice as the shadowy figure moved towards the
light. Hermione let out a scream of horror as he moved into the light, and grabbed
a blanket to cover her exposed body as she recognised the face of Severus
Snape.

“Oh my
God, Severus! What the hell are you doing here?” She screamed at him. A sudden
horror passed over her as she regarded him as he stood at the end of her bed.

“How long
have you been here?” Severus looked extremely disconcerted, uncomfortable and
vunerable – not his usual self at all – as he stood edgily in the room, and
Hermione thought briefly that if she hadn’t just had a sexual fantasy focused
on him, she might have felt sorry for the usually eloquent Potions Master, now
struggling to find his words.

“I, well,
I,” he coughed uneasily as she glared at him. “I would say, well, about, twenty
minutes?” Hermione’s eyes slipped closed in mortification. There was no doubt
about it – he had heard and seen everything. She swallowed roughly.

“So you
heard everything?” She asked him, just to make sure as she crawled down to the
end of the bed, keeping the blanket wrapped tightly around her. For the first
time that night he looked up and looked her directly in the eye.

“Yes,” he
muttered in a low voice, and before she knew what was happening, Hermione was
grasped in his arms as he crossed the short distance between them and pressed
his lips against hers, muffling her answer. Hermione struggled at first in his
arms as his mouth ravished hers, but his grip was like iron around her and she
suddenly realised she didn’t want him to let go. Her mouth opened under his and
his tongue slipped inside her mouth and caressed her slowly as she clutched
desperately at his shoulders and neck.

His hands
were stroking her face and slipping into her hair to hold her closer, and
Hermione fell into his arms. Severus suddenly released her and looked her
straight in the eye.

“Do you
want this?” He whispered his breath warm in her face. She gazed at him and
leaned forward for more kisses, her head spinning.

“Yes,” she
said against his lips, the breath knocked out of her as he claimed hers again
with even more force. Hermione tugged at his jacket, pulling him over her as
she fell back onto the bed. He knelt over her, pulling distractedly at the
blanket covering her naked body. She wriggled with him to release her body,
moaning into his mouth at the first touch of his warm fingers on her skin.

“Take your
clothes off,” she murmured against the soft skin of his ear, before licking its
shell and making him shiver and groan. She felt pleasure shoot through her. She
had made the impenetrable Severus Snape shiver and moan at her!

As he
quickly captured her lips again, he fumbled at the buttons of his jacket,
eagerly trying to shrug out of it. Hermione giggled into his mouth and stilled
the frantic movements of his hands, quickly undoing them herself. She pulled
the thicack ack cloth from his body and dropped it on the floor by her bed. She
smoothed her hands over his thin, linen undershirt, slipping her hands inside
the open collar to gently caress the soft skin covering his shoulders and neck.
As his lips dropped to lick and kiss her collarbone, Hermione pulled his shirt
over his head, only breaking their contact for a moment, whilst he kicked off
his boots.

The rest
of his clothes were shed at a frenzied pace, until finally they were lying
naked together on her bed, only the fabric of Severus’ boxer shorts separating
them. His body was warm and hard and strong over hers and she could feel his
erection pressing hard into her stomach.

Together
they moved up the bed to lie against the pillows, Hermione tugging at his
underpants as they went. She finally released him from his shorts, throwing the
soft cotton over her shoulder and stroking the tip of his engorged penis.

Severus
groaned loudly, his head thrown back as she clambered on top of him and grasped
his erection in her hands. Hermione marvelled as she stroked his impressive
length – he was long and thick and flushed with blood, a drop of pre-come
glistening at the head. She was sat on his thighs, whilst her hands caressed
his organ and his hands came up to gently cup her breasts, his long fingers rubbing
over her nipples and making Hermione growl low in her throat. She fell over
him, his cock trapped against her belly, her chest pressing closely against
his; warm skin on warm skin.

“I need
you,” Hermione whispered to him.

“God, yes,”
he choked back, his voice rough with want as he grasped her hips and rolled so
she was beneath him. He paused for a moment, the tip of his cock inches away
from her. “You’re sure,” he asked her. Hermione’s only answer was to wrap her
legs tightly around his hips, pulling him into her.

“Now,” she
commanded, her chestnut eyes sparkling up into his obsidian ones. He nudged the
head of his penis just inside her wet warmth, cursing under his breath how wet
she was after her previous orgasm. Gazing into her eyes, Severus kissed her
briefly before thrusting firmly into her welcoming body.

Hermione’s
mouth fell open as she adjusted to the feeling of being so completely filled.
Severus’ mouth headed southwards to her breasts as he remained still inside of
her to allow her to become accustomed to him.

His first
thrust echoed through her body as his mouth captured one nipple, laving the
pebbled flesh and igniting a shriek of pleasure from Hermione at the intense
combination of mouth and body. Her hands grasped his silken black hair, pulling
him up from her breasts as he continued to pound into her. He trailed wet
kisses up her body to reach her mouth.

“You have
fantastic breasts,” he muttered to her, giving her a feral grin as she giggled
and held onto him more firmly as he thrust faster and harder. They were large
and soft with brown nipples riding high atop the golden globes. Hermione could
feel the pleasure mounting within her as Severus slipped one hand down her
body, a long finger touching her clitoris suddenly; rubbing and stroking,
pushing her higher and higher.

The bed
was shaking wite foe force of their lovemaking, their entwined bodies moving
steadily towards the headboard with each thrust. Hermione wrapped her legs
tighter around Severus’ waist and grabbed the headboard with one hand to brace
herself and stop her head cracking against it. Realising what she was doing,
Severus growled and dragged her down the bed, pounding into her without
restraint. His eyes closed in bliss as Hermione’s inner muscles convulsed
around him and her hands ran down tengtength of his back to clasp his buttocks.

“Ahh,” he
moaned, nuzzling her neck. His balls were tightening rapidly, but he held back,
desperate to take Hermione with him when he orgasmed.

“Come for
me, Hermione, come for me! Scream my name,” he crooned into her skin.

“Oh, God,
yes, yes, yes...Sev, Sev, oh, yes…SEVERUS!” His breathless words had sent her
over the edge and stars exploded in her eyes as Severus grunted with exertion.
Her walls were clutching him in their velvet grip, milking his pulsing cock as
whipped in and out of her.

“Uh…Hermione!”
He groaned into her hair, spilling his pleasure into her as the stroking of his
fingers at her mound finally began to slow. He collapsed on top of her warm,
sweaty body, their panting breath mingling. Not wanting to crush her, he
quickly moved to her side, Hermione turning with him and moving tiredly into
his arms.

They lay
together in comfortable silence, his arms wrapped around her and one thumb
lazily stroking her upper arm. Hermione’s head was resting on his shoulder, one
of her legs slung over his hip. Their eyes met and they shared a dreamy post
coital smile.

“Wow,”
Hermione murmured, cuddling closer to him. He chuckled; a deep, throaty sound
and planted a chaste kiss on the top of her head.

“Indeed,”
he replied, stroking down her back in one long, fluid movement to clutch at her
bum. Hermione propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at the man in her
bed and tracing patterns idly on his chest.

“So, why
were you in my room anyway?” She asked him, moving over his body to straddle
his hips. He exhaled loudly.

“I came to
apologise for earlier,” he told her, speaking so quietly it was barely legible.
She raised her eyebrows and looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to
continue. He rolled his eyes in irritation, but couldn’t stop his hands coming
up to her hips, stroking the soft skin her found there.

“I knocked
on the door but you didn’t answer so I just…” He coughed. “Walked in. but then
you came in and went straight to the bed so I hid.” Hermione sat up on top of
him, starting to massage his shoulders.

“Oh
really?” She said coyly, moving down his chest and admiring his well-built,
pale body. “You just wanted to watch me, didn’t you? You dirty man!” Her
fingers began rubbing over his nipples, earning a groan from him.

“Me? What
about you? You’re just a hot little bitch, aren’t you?” He growled, rearing up
to catch her lips. They broke apart laughing as Hermione progressed down his
body, kissing his heated skin.

“Come up
here,” he demanded, grabbing her arms and pulling her up until he was able to
bury his head in her dangling breasts, capturing one nipple in his hot mouth.
He held her body tight and rolled her beneath him, sucking and nipping at her
breasts. They were truly beautiful – all of her was.

“Yes,” she
sighed blissfully. “More Seveus, more!”

“My lady’s
wish is my command,” he whispered to her, rapidly moving down her body to push
her thighs apart and bury his head in her ambrosia. His tongue lapped greedily
at her clitoris, keen to taste her deliciousness as her hands came down to
thread through his raven locks, pressing his face even closer to her.

“Severus,”
she murmured softly, his name sounding like a prayer from her lips. He tongued
carefully over her, slipping his tongue all the way into her dripping pussy. As
he pushed further forward to suck her nether lips, his nose nudged at her nub.
Hermione moaned excitedly as it touched her and she lurched her hips
ecstatically up from the bed.

He was
already back to complete hardness after his previous orgasm and he longed for
her loving touch on him again. Hermione was in heaven – her body arched up off
the bed as his nose rubbed enthusiastically at her engorged nub whilst his
mouth met her opening in wet kisses and tongue strokes, driving her crazy.

She was
bucking unrestrainedly against his face, her orgasm growing ever closer as he
slid two fingers into her wet, tight cunt. Severus’ eyes opened to watch his
lover convulse in pleasure, when something on her bedside table caught his eye.
An evil grin spread across his features and he released her, reaching over her
to grab the quill on her table.

“Wha-“
Hermione started, her question turning into a passionate moan as Severus ran
the feather down her body. She regarded him with wide eyes, her mouth hanging
open as he planted a kiss on her cheek, smirking at her as he continued
downwards.

“Yesss,”
she hissed as he softly trailed it over her inner thighs, tormenting her. She
pleaded with him to touch her properly but he merely laughed and continued his
assault. When he finally flicked the feather over her glistening slit, she was
dripping wet and Hermione cried out in relief and pleasure. He teased her
mercilessly, watching as the feather became soaked and clogged with her
fragrant juices.

He brought
her to the brink of orgasm, withdrawing the teasing touch just as she neared
her peak and began bucking towards him. She screamed at him, begging him to
release her. Severus finally tooky ony on her, dropping the quill and thrusting
two fingers into her. She orgasmed immediately, calling out his name in pure
abandon as he pumped his digits in and out of her slickness, her aroma filling
the room. Her orgasm barely over, Hermione flipped him over with a strength she
didn’t know she possessed and straddled him. He looked vaguely amused as she
rubbed herself on his thighs, the coarseness of the hair turning her on.

“Let’s see
how you like it, Severus,” she announced, suddenly sheathing him inside her
tight passage. He growled animalistically as she thrust on him, her swollen
breasts bouncing in his face. She gave him the same treatment; teasing him to
orgasm by contracting her muscles around him each time she pulled upwards.

“Oh fuck
yes, Hermione,” he gasped breathlessly. She suddenly pulled off of him and
turned, sitting back down on his dick facing away from him, giving him a
fantastic view of her arse bouncing erotically against his stomach. Feeling
unbearably lusty, Severus separated her cheeks and pushed the tip of one finger
against her anus. Gasping in shock and pleasure, Hermione fucked him harder,
her hands finding his sac and stroking as he pushed up inside her tight ring of
muscle.

“Oh yes,
Professor Snape!” She shrieked and Severus fels exs exhilarated body flooded
with more sensation. Just the idea of her calling him ‘Professor’ aroused him
more than he thought was healthy.

“Oh
Professor! Your cock is so huge! You make me so randy and hot Professor! Yes!
Yes, shag me harder Professor!” Severus gasped. Her dirty language turned him
on unbelievably and he whispered croakily to her –

“Turn
around.” Hermione did so immediately, too far gone to play anymore games. Her
hands propped herself up on his chest and she rubbed frantically over his
nipples. Severus felt boneless as his orgasm struck and words flew out of his
mouth before he could stop them.

“Yes, oh
Gods, Hermione, I love you!” His declaration triggered Hermione’s release as he
thrust up into her, his thick spurts of seed massaging her insides. She came,
screaming wildly and calling out his name, the waves lasting for an eternity.
She collapsed on top of him, his member still inside her as he softened.

Hermione
rested her head sleepily on his shoulder and regarded her lover. His eyes were
screwed shut, one arm flung across his face. She smiled at him and stroked his
stubble roughened cheek and moved closer to him, wrapping herself around his
suddenly unresponsive body. She caressed his face again and kissed his neck.

“I love
you too,” she whispered. His eyes slowly opened.

“What?” He
croaked, his voice hoarse. He peered at her in confusion, his brow furrowed.

“I love
you,” she repeated, smiling at his shocked expression.

“You do?”
He whispered, turning to see her face properly. Hermione nodded, her lips
finding his in a soft, loving kiss. He moved with her, stroking her naked skin
and running his hands through her slightly frizzy curls.

“I love
you too,” he breathed, breaking the kiss.

“I know,”
she teased. “You already told me that.” Severus gathered her up in his arms and
together they fell asleep, enveloped in each other’s soothing touch.