Fucking with Snape

Fucking with Snape
Chapter Eleven
Show and Tell


How did we get to this point?

I didn’t plan on sitting on his lap and purring at him, but when I saw that he was, well erm, hard over me, well all I can say is that every instinct in my body told me to jump on him and ravish him to within an inch of his life.

“Perhaps you’d rather show me? I was always good at show and tell in Kindergarten?” I had no clue that I had this much sex kitten in me. Not that I am complaining, nor is Severus at the moment because his tongue is rather busily fencing with mine.

Oh. My. God. The man can kiss. His lips are so commanding and his tongue like his voice, all silken yet firm. My nipples are hard and I have never been this wet before, Viktor Krum who?

All I know is that his lips are trailing fire along my jaw line and down my neck to the collar of my robes, which are now entirely too confining. Ahhh, good man is unbuttoning the button and shoving the offending garment from my shoulders, kissing my lips again all the while. His hands are stroking my back and never has this cotton felt so erotic on my body. It’s as if what ever he touches turns to silk beneath those wonderful hands of his.

Hands which are now stroking their way up my sides and around to my breasts, where they lightly brush on their way to my buttons. My body is on fire, and I have to get out of these clothes, I have to get him out of his clothes. I have to feel his skin against me. Now.

The man must be a mind reader, for rather than fumble about with the buttons of my blouse, he has instead torn the offending garment asunder and is now plunging his hands into my bra and onto my hard, burning breasts. And oh Lord, those calluses and that flesh on mine, the way he is rolling my nipples in between his finger and thumb is about to throw me over the edge. I am no longer in control of my body, it belongs completely to Severus I am a Sex God Snape and his wonderful hands and tongue and dare I hope cock that I am currently grinding against as I hear myself pant his name out loud.

He is so obliging by allowing me to rip his robes apart, followed by an incredibly lovely lawn shirt, and feast my hands on his chest. Muscles where one wouldn’t expect muscles is always a pleasant surprise and I take advantage of every inch of his skin. His nipples are as hard as mine, and apparently as sensitive because he is gasping and his hardness is leaping against me, as I circle them with my thumbs.

I suddenly feel the hardness of what I assume to be his desk against my ass. He, the good man has rather dramatically cleared the contents of the thing with one sweep of his arm and is now depositing me upon its surface. Better still he has flung my skirt up and is now, oh holy shit, ripping my panties off and plunging one of those beautiful fingers into me as he bathes a nipple with his tongue.

I can hold back no longer and I hear myself crying out his name as the world explodes around me and stars fly through the room.

The man gives me no quarter, he apparently can’t wait any longer than I, because as I lay here panting he is ravaging my lips again. Now he is, oh God, undoing his trousers with one had as he strokes my clit with the thumb of the other. He is driving me insane with his touch and I can feel my wetness pooling underneath my butt cheeks.

I am going to cum again, and he knows this because he is lifting my legs up onto his shoulders, pulling me to the edge of the desk and plunging into me in one fell swoop.

I cannot breathe. I am going to die.

I knew that the first time would hurt, but not this much. Not this sweetly.

“Hermione?” he pants “Oh God Hermione. I am so sorry.”

What can one say to the man who is sheathed inside of her? A man who despite the horrified look on his face is trembling with desire for you? I want to cry, not from the pain which is fading, but from love.

I know now that I love this man. This dark, brooding wizard who hardness is filling me, making me whole. “Severus,” I gasp. “Please don’t stop. Make me yours.”

His hand strokes my face, his fingers lingering on my lips as he takes a deep shuddering breath and looks up at the ceiling.

“Hermione.” He whispers as he meets my eyes again.

His eyes are dark with lust, desire as he withdraws and gently thrusts back into me. Oh God he feels so good moving in and out of me. His hands stroking my breasts, my belly and finally a thumb stroking my clit.

All the while we pant and gasp together as the rhythm of his hips moves faster and faster until I am crying out his name, tears streaming from my eyes as I fall over the brink and into oblivion.

“Hermione!” he gasps as he flings his head back and with a primal, gut wrenching howl empties himself into me.

A/N: Yes I know it’s short. Short and sweet, but I am exhausted! I will of course throw more lemons at you tomorrow. Meanwhile, please let me know what you think by reviewing. Kisses and live long and prosper! Titania