The Hunt

Severus’s kiss ignited her already warmed body. Hermione was hungry. She needed him. She poured everything she had in her kiss, feeling his hands roaming over her back, up and down her spine.



She felt her t-shirt being pulled up. She broke away and looked at the intensity in his eyes. Raising her arms above her head, he slid the garment over her head and tossed it aside.



Severus looked at her full breasts in their simple cotton bra. She was ample, ad curvy, just the way a woman should be. He stayed still while she pulled his shirt from his jeans and unbuttoned it. Her hands slid over his shoulders and she eased the black fabric down his arms.



She reached up and took his shoulders again, delighting in his warm skin. His chest was dusted with black hair, and he held still while she touched him, enjoying it. The women Severus had been involved with had wanted a lot of foreplay, which he was more then willing to engage in, but he noticed they rarely took the time to explore him. He found it quite to his liking.



She ran her fingertips along his ribs and up his back bringing her chest against his. She inhaled the scent along his neck and caressed his back while Severus reached around and unhooked her bra. Hermione let her hands come away only long enough to pull the offending garment away, then held him again.



Severus closed his eyes and let her caress his chest with her breasts. He felt her pebbled nipples brushing over him, and he groaned. Hermione heard it and realized the power she had over him.



Taking his hand she climbed onto the bed bringing him with her. He moved close to her, leaning in for a kiss. As she kissed him, she took his shoulders and pushed. Severus realized she wanted him on his back. He gave in and relaxed wondering if she was ready to mount him this soon, but she didn’t.



Hermione straddled his lap, both of them had their jeans still on, which confused him all the more. What was she doing? He considered asking but she leaned forward and kissed his chest, dismissing any thought of talking. He let his eyes fall shut as her hands ran along his ribs. Her touch was fire along his body, but he loved it.



She was planting kisses all along his chest and his eyes shot open when she took his nipple in her mouth. He let out a loud groan and without realizing it, had arched his back slightly. Hermione flicked her tongue over his hardened nipple rapidly. Severus fisted the sheet at his side and let his head fall to the side biting his lower lip.



He had never been treated to this before. He was used to taking control, to making his partner feel this way. To have Hermione take this time with him was just amazing. She moved to his other nipple, giving it equal attention and reveling in the response of his body.



She kept her hands moving along his chest and ribs as she lowered her kisses down his torso. When she got to his jeans she stopped and sat up, looking down at him. Her breasts were rising and falling, and Severus wanted to reach out and touch then, but he stopped as she began unfastening his jeans. He froze and held her eyes with his.



When she had his jean unzipped she reached down and pulled his boots and socks off, letting them fall with a thud to the floor. She looked up at him and pulled his jeans past his hips bringing his boxers along with them. She never looked away from his eyes.



He started to rise but she again pushed his shoulders. “No Severus, just relax.” She said to him gently. Severus laid back with a slight frown. No woman had ever told him to relax. They asked him to do things, which he had no problem doing, but never had he had a woman take this much control. When he got head he was usually standing or sitting. When he fucked he was always on top of mounting from behind.



Hermione eased his legs apart and settled in between them. She took him in her hand and ran the flat of her tongue slowly along the underside of his cock from the base to the head, flicking her tongue over the smooth stretch of skin leading to the eye. Severus let out a loud groan. He gripped the pillow behind his head.



Hermione gave him another lick, this time taking his head in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the bulbous tip. Severus’s chest was rising and falling with effort now. She slid her lips down his shaft and began sucking, breaking every now and then so she made slurping noises.



Severus was reeling in sensations. Hermione’s lips and tongue were very talented. He had never been giving this kind of attention. Hermione was enjoying his body, not just giving him good feelings, it seemed as if she enjoyed doing this to him. Hell, even if she didn’t, it seemed like she did and that was enough for him.



Hermione slid down as far as she could, gagging slightly. Severus’s head shot up. “Are you alright?” He asked.



She slid off him, leaving a saliva trail connecting her lips to his cock. She nodded lightly then held his eyes as she slid down again. To Severus it was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. A beautiful woman enjoying his cock and letting him know she enjoyed it.



All too soon it stopped, and Hermione rose up on her knees, still looking at him. She quickly unfastened her jeans and slid them off. Severus again tried to rise. He wanted very much to return her oral gift to him, but once again Hermione stopped him.



Leaning on his shoulders, she straddled him. Reaching down with one hand she guided him to her pussy, and looked at him again. She watched his eyes as she engulfed him inside her. Severus rolled his head back and let his eyes roll back.



Hermione’s heat felt like a divine embrace. She sank down until she had him buried inside her to the hilt. She leaned down and gripped his shoulder, pressing her breasts to his chest. “Severus, you feel wonderful.” She told him kissing his lips gently.



Severus reached around her and caressed her back and hips. She had no idea how much her compliment meant to him. Women had many times told him he was gifted, talented and substantial. Hermione told him how he made her feel and that touched him. She rolled her hips, arching into him while she held him, and for the first time in his life, Severus was with a woman who wasn’t fucking him, who wasn’t being fucked by him, Hermione was doing something much different. He buried his nose in her neck and inhaled as she moved over him. Hermione was making love to him and he loved it.



She saw the bliss in his face as she rocked her body, taking him deep, shallow, slow and easy, taking her time and enjoying him. His hands came up and held her shoulders, his hips began to rise with hers, he was letting out groans with his panting. She fed off the noises he was making.



“Does that feel good Severus?” She whispered into his ear, kissing his jawbone.



“Yes.” He said without a seconds delay.



“It feels good to me too.” She rolled her hips again. “I knew you would feel good Severus.” He kissed his cheek, brushing a strand of black hair away. “I have fantasized about this for so long.” She took his mouth in a kiss and delighted in his passion. He kissed her back with ardor plunging his tongue deeply, caressing her intimately.



She moved faster sitting up and resting her hands on his chest. She started moving with aggression, thrusting her hips forward. Severus was sliding around on the bed from her movements and he felt his body loosing control. He gripped her hips tightly.



“Wait….Hermione…you …..you haven’t……,” he tried to speak but her movements were distracting him.



“I want to see you Severus.” She leaned forward, bracing her arms beside him, her breasts barley touching his chest. “Come on Severus, I know you want to let go.”



“Oh gods….Hermione……” He panted against her, his grip moving to her ass as she moved faster, urging him toward his release. He thrust up into her hard. “Hermione…….” He lifted her up and off her knees as hot seed filled her pussy. He grunted loudly from his throat as he came hard.



Hermione gave a small smile as she was lowered back down. She felt him deflate slowly inside her. She watched his face. Every muscle was now relaxed as he labored to breathe. He looked completely satisfied while he basked in the afterglow of his release.



She settled against his body stretching out beside him resting her weight on an elbow as she looked down at him for a moment. His face was passive and he had just enough energy to slide an arm around her back, resting it on her shoulder.



She had never felt more pride then this very moment. She was telling the truth when she said she had fantasized about this. His image had kept her up for many nights. She nestled into his chest and closed her eyes. Yes, this man was well worth the wait.