Hilltop Cottage

A/N: I know... I'm so very sorry for keeping everyone waiting. Real life got in the way, for me and my beta. But we're back!! And as a reward, I'm posting two chapters now... and finally, some lemons. Please leave me a little note!

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Severus led Hermione into his bedroom with a touch of embarrassment that even his growing need didn’t chase away. He didn’t look at her as he closed the grey curtains and lit the one candle by the bed. Candlelight at night was a habit he had brought back with him from Hogwarts, and because he rarely felt the need to read while in bed, he found it soothing and restful. In this case, he assumed it was also romantic, although how anyone could be seduced in such a shabby house remained to be seen. He heard Hermione sit on his bed when the rusty springs in the old mattress creaked loudly. He hadn’t thought to purchase a new one when he bought the bed frame, because it didn’t creak on his side. She giggled softly.

‘You are a wizard, aren’t you? Why haven’t you fixed the bed?’ she asked quietly.

Severus could hear the smile in her voice, and he grinned in spite of himself. He turned and shrugged, feeling out of place suddenly.

‘It never bothered me before,’ he said.

Hermione smiled up at him and patted the mattress beside her. Severus stepped towards her a little and then smirked, pulling out his wand. Pointing it at the bed, he frowned in concentration, and Hermione squealed with laughter as the mattress shifted beneath her and transformed itself into something more comfortable, complete with a warm patchwork quilt that was surprisingly similar to the one on her own bed. Hermione ran her hand over it gently, cocking her head towards Severus in invitation.

He sat slowly beside her, and she turned towards him, kissing him on the lips as she slid her arms around his neck. He deepened the kiss, caressing her shoulders lightly as she leaned further towards him, pressing her cotton covered breasts into his bare chest. Her hands ran through his hair, and her kisses became firmer. Before he knew it, she had manoeuvred herself onto his lap and was currently shrugging her arms out of her cardigan and getting frustrated in the process. Her mouth was pursed in a small moue, and her once smooth hair was starting to curl again, much to Severus’s delight, and he forced himself not to laugh as she fought with her long grey sleeves.

‘Want some help?’ he said, smiling at her.

Hermione flopped her arms by her sides and looked up at him with a pout. ‘Yes, please,’ she said quietly.

Severus ran his hands inside the thin wool and pushed it down her arms carefully, caressing her soft skin with his palms as he did so. Hermione closed her eyes and revelled at his touch, and as the garment fell from her body, Severus pulled her to him and kissed her lips gently.

‘You are lovely,’ he whispered.

Hermione smiled widely at him and threw her arms around him, squeezing him tightly. Her lips found his throat, and she began to plant small kisses along his skin, trailing them down to his chest as she pushed his shirt from him and ran her tongue around his nipple.

Severus groaned at the feel of her tongue on his flesh, and he tipped his head back as she repeated the act on his other nipple just as delicately. His cock went rock hard, and Hermione squirmed slightly as she felt him, erect beneath her, through her thin linen trousers.

‘Hermione,’ Severus moaned softly and ran his hand through her hair, stopping her movements. Her eyes caught his, full of smoky desire and desperate want, and at some unspoken signal, she slipped from his knee and stood before him. Slowly, she started to undress, stripping down to her lace bra and knickers, and Severus couldn’t move for staring at her round, full breasts as she knelt down and unfastened his trousers carefully.

‘I thought you hadn’t done this before,’ he murmured, his breath hitching as she pulled him to his feet and pushed his trousers down around his ankles, rubbing her bra and breasts across his straining underwear as she bent down.

‘Am I doing okay?’ she asked, looking at him hopefully.

‘You are incredible,’ he said, gazing at her breasts as he sat down on the bed again.

Hermione smiled at him. ‘Touch me,’ she whispered.

Severus just stared at her. He had no idea what he should touch, or how. Hermione lifted his hands and placed them palm down over her breasts, and Severus sighed at the feel of them, so warm and soft. Slowly, he moved his hands over her, caressing her tight, erect nipples through the fabric of her bra. Overcome with desire, Severus bent his head and kissed and licked at the flesh of her cleavage, then trailed kisses over her bra, gently licking her nipples with his tongue through the lace. Hermione trembled at his touch and reached behind her back to unclip her bra carefully. Slipping the straps from her arms, she let them fall, and as Severus pulled his mouth away from her breast for a moment, she let the fabric fall to the floor, leaving Severus with a face full of her bare breasts. He cupped them with his hands, licked the soft, creamy flesh and took her nipples into his mouth wetly, sucking ever so gently until small, mewing sounds were coming from her and she could hardly bear it any longer. She ran her fingers through his hair and moaned softly at him to stop.

He raised his gaze, his lips still wet and slippery from his ministrations, and Hermione took his hand and held it gently against the front of her knickers. He felt wetness, and as he rubbed his finger along the length of her, her sweet, musky smell hit him. He slid his finger under the elastic, and his fingers probed softly at her wet folds as he watched her face for signs of enjoyment. Hermione’s eyes were heavy with desire, and now and again she gasped as his fingers brushed a sensitive spot. He was taken with a need for more space to feel what he was doing, rather than just prodding and poking about at her like a schoolboy, and she sighed sadly as he withdrew his fingers from her and slipped the scrap of lace over her round hips.

‘Get into bed,’ he said quietly.

Hermione shuddered at the almost commanding tone that imbued his voice and complied willingly, climbing under the quilt and then turning to face him, her hair splaying over the firm pillows. Severus had stood and removed his trousers, and his black underpants showed the outline of his cock, straining for release in more ways than one. He turned his back to her and quickly took them off before slipping into the bed beside her and gathering her to him eagerly. Their lips met, and Severus immediately slipped his hand between Hermione’s thighs and parted the lips of her vagina with delicate fingers. Hermione moaned against his mouth, and he pulled away for a moment.

‘Show me how,’ he said.

Hermione smiled at him and covered his hand with her own, guiding his fingers to her clitoris. His fingers slipped around the hard nub until he found a rhythm, and Hermione kissed him with fervour, then cried softly into his mouth as he brought her to a shaking climax, her thighs clamping around his hand, now slick with her juices.

Hermione closed her eyes and leant her forehead against his as she caught her breath, little tremors of pleasure still pulsing through her as Severus removed his hand carefully. He looked down at her and started to worry at her lack of response.

‘Hermione?’ he whispered.

‘Mmm?’ Hermione was feeling languid and more than a little dazed. She had never experienced an orgasm by someone else’s hand, and the feelings were so intense and incredibly arousing that she felt transported for a moment. Opening her eyes, she saw concern on Severus’s face and smiled at him slowly. ‘I’m fine, Severus. That was just so wonderful.’

She was grinning at him now, and she felt him relax. A smug smile crossed his features briefly, and she laughed at him and pushed his chest playfully. ‘Oh, you! Yes, you are a Sex God, okay?’

Hermione couldn’t stop giggling as Severus raised an eyebrow at her and pushed her onto her back, rolling himself over on top of her and insinuating himself between her damp thighs. He bent his head to hers and kissed her until she stopped laughing, and their eyes met.

‘I want you, Hermione. So much,’ he said softly, stroking her hair from her face.

‘I know. I want you, too.’ Hermione slid her hand down between them slowly, never taking her eyes from his as she took hold of his heavy cock. Not having had a cock in her hand before, Hermione went by instinct, tentatively wrapping her fingers around his shaft and squeezing before moving the loose skin up and down slowly. Severus’s eyes widened, and his cock twitched in her hand as she rubbed the head through her wet nether lips. Pushing down slowly, Hermione sat him at the entrance to her vagina and then pulled her hand away.

Severus couldn’t breathe. The feel of her hand had made him want to shoot his load, and now he was at her opening, with wet, warm juices covering him and making the head of his cock so sensitive he thought he might not make it very far at all.

‘Hermione, I don’t think this will take very long,’ he said apologetically.

‘That’s okay. We have all night,’ she replied.

She smiled at him and lifted her head to kiss him. Her breasts rubbed across his nipples, and he groaned as nature took over. He just couldn’t wait any longer.

He kissed Hermione deeply, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth as he pushed his cock inside her. He was so determined that the momentum of his thrust broke her hymen, but neither of them noticed. Hermione sighed as he filled her, gasping at his girth and the feeling of being stretched. Severus swore and closed his eyes, pushing himself up on his arms and revelling in the feeling of being sheathed to the hilt inside Hermione Granger. The sensation was exquisite, but it couldn’t last. His cock was throbbing to the point of being painful, and he had to come. Withdrawing slowly, he immediately thrust into her again, once, twice… On the third thrust, Severus let out a low moan and came forcefully, a gush of semen that Hermione actually felt inside her.

‘Oh, god,’ Severus whispered, his body taut, his buttocks clenched as he pushed himself deeper into her. ‘Oh, Hermione…’

Hermione watched him with fascination. She had never seen anyone experience an orgasm before, and the knowledge that she had reduced Severus to a quivering, thrusting mass of desire made her feel incredibly special. She smiled, and then laughed as she caught Severus’s gaze.

‘I guess this makes you a Sex Goddess,’ he teased. He lowered himself gently onto her, kissing her lips tenderly as Hermione ran her fingers through his hair, kissing him back in turns.

‘I love you,’ Hermione whispered softly, looking into his eyes as tears started to fill her own.

Severus smiled at her. ‘I know,’ he said.