The Last Potion

Chapter 17 – Hold on to Your Dreams






SeverusSnape:
I feel horrible for promising a quick chapter and then leaving you hanging.
Just for you, I whipped this one up as quickly as possible. I do hope you
enjoy! And thank you all for the reviews!!! If it weren’t for you I would have
quit after the second chapter. Hugs! Now I’m off to start the third chapter to
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DISCLAIMER:
Now, do I even need to tell you that this chapter is going to be full of
smut???

 

Chapter
17 – Hold on to Your Dreams

 

At first I couldn’t quite
comprehend what he had told me.

He was going to
surrender to me?

Professor Snape?

So this had all just been
a challenge. His purpose of coming here this evening was to see if I had the
power to toss him out on his arse. As hard as it was, I know I would have. He
was not going to take me down again – not like that. But if it didn’t have to
be that way…

And indeed, it didn’t.

“You are going to
surrender to me… completely?” I wanted to make sure. The last thing I wanted to
do was disregard the fine print and lose my pinkie finger trying to chisel his
pants off all the way.

“It is only fair,
wouldn’t you agree?” he asked and pulled me by the waist closer to him. His
eyes searched my own and his hands delicately caressed the small of my back. “I
took advantage of you, and now I am offering you a chance to take advantage of
me. Show me what sort of ridiculous fantasy your little schoolgirl crush
created. Or better yet, show me what ten years has done to ripen your
fantasies.”

His sly smile told me
that he had another trick up his sleeve, but the better part of me wanted to
see just how far he would let me take this little enterprise. I didn’t have to
remind myself that this would indubitably be my very last chance to become what
I have always wanted to be.

Completely his.

“All right, professor,” I
began and started to press my fingers into his chest. “If that’s the way it’s
going to be tonight, you can no longer issue any orders.” I pressed my finger
hard into his chest, pushing him back towards my bed. “I will be telling
you what to do.”

His eyebrows arched in
keen interest and he breathed in deeply, but slowly. The purr of arousal was
evident as he released his breath in a resonant sigh. His hands reached for me,
but I stopped him, cupping his greedy hands with my own.

I rerouted his hands to
join behind me, closing my body in his embrace. “I’ll have you know straight
away that my idea of great sex differs from yours, enormously.”

I chained my arms around
his neck and pressed my body up against his. The heat I felt through the cotton
material of his dress shirt amazed me. I felt warmth I didn’t know he was
capable of. His hands always felt so cold.

His lips felt warm. I
remembered that. When he kissed me I could feel the heat from his lips. A kiss
was the very first thing I ever wished of him.

Watching him speak in
class made me a nervous wreck. For the first couple of years I thought of
nothing other than the sweet sensation I would receive when he first kissed me.

It appeared as though I
had all evening to indulge myself, so I figure, I may as well start at the
beginning and carry out my fantasy as it started – longing to kiss him.

I didn’t need to tell him
what it was that I wanted. He already knew. The moment I lifted my head to meet
his lips, his mouth sank into mine and we massaged each other’s lips with our
own. His tongue began to lick and caress my lips before slowly easing into my
mouth, beckoning for me to open up to him.

I needed no coaxing. I
let him explore, taste and feel me like I had no other. His hands
simultaneously explored beneath the folds of the heavy frockcoat, gently
sweeping his fingers across my naked flesh.

Gracefully, he lifted his
hands and tipped the frockcoat off of my shoulders and gathered me into his
arms, still savouring the flavours of my mouth with his powerful kisses.

I purred with delight
into his mouth before easing my way out of our kiss. With my eyes cd, Id, I
licked my lips and tried my damnedest to commit that precious moment to memory.
It was a memory far greater than anything a young teenage witch could have
imagined.

“Get up onto the bed,” I
ordered in a sensual whisper before pressing a single finger into his chest.

Professor Snape obliged
and, without taking his eyes from mine, eased his way back and then hoisted
himself up onto the mattress. He parted his knees enough to let me stand
between them. As he continued to usher himself back, I crawled up on my hands
and knees in pursuit.

“Now, are you going to
get undressed this time?” I asked him, “Or shall I do it for you?” Brows
raised, I looked into his zealous, black eyes and watched him as he pondered.

“Perhaps I will assist
you,” he said.

I could feel his legs
moving beneath me, and then heard the heavy thump of his boots falling to the
floor, one after the other. Then as his hands reached up to undo the buttons of
his shirt, I began with those on the fly of his trousers.

His arousal was evident
even beneath that heavy, thick material. Before I could release him, I was
eager to caress him. I did so gently, just easing my fingers along his length.

When he took me in his
private quarters I never saw his package, but I knew that his was generous. I
could feel his length and knew it to be superior to what I had grown accustomed
to.

Snape moaned as I touched
him and his hips slowly rose to meet my touch. I could tell he was aching to be
set free. The strain of being confined must have been dreadfully painful. It
was a wonder that he didn’t rip his pants off himself.

“There now professor,” I
whispered and unfastened the trousers. I slipped my fingers into the belt loops
at his hips and eased them down and off of his legs. His protrusion was
outstanding, almost jutting out through his cotton knickers.

Once I swept those down
his legs too, I watched as his erection was released and practically slapped up
against his stomach. It was red, thick and swollen. I could see the look of
relief on Snape’s face once he was out.

His eyelids started to
fall shut when he reached for himself and slowly eased his grip up and down.
Snape sighed heavily before opening his eyes again.

“Please, allow me,” I
said just as I settled myself down and gripped the base of his length. I was
only pumping him gently when the first wet pearl of arousal appeared at the tip
of his head.

Obviously enjoying this,
Snape’s eyes had fallen shut and his fingers were delicately slipping up and
down my shoulders as I caressed him.

I repositioned myself a
little closer to him. Then, after checking to be sure that his eyes were still
closed, I dipped my head down and swirled my tongue around his head, licking
the salty fluid clean.

I heard a sudden gasp
escape his lips the moment my tongue touched him. With his eyes still closed,
Snape hummed delightedly as I continued to snake my way around his length until
I had the entire shaft coated with my glossy wetness. Although, I was still
eager to taste him.

I took my time taking him
into my mouth little by little. My lips enveloped his head and swirled my
tongue around the soft, smooth skin. Then I took more of him in and did the
same. When I came up I suckled him into my mouth, thus erecting another moan of
pleasure from the Potions master.

“Oh gods, Elizabeth,” he
whispered under his breath before weaving his strong hands into my hair and
guiding me along.

His hips began rising to
match my strokes and before long he was plunging himself into me ferociously.

I could barely keep up to
him. Then a moment later I knew he was going to make me gag if he didn’t stop
soon. His length was too much for me to accommodate, especially when he was
thrusting so quickly.

I did all I could do and
squealed for my release while pressing my hands deep into his thighs. The
professor stopped immediately and tore his hands away from my hair.

“I’m sorry,” he
apologized, although I’m sure he hadn’t meant to. I was never supposed to hear
those words slip from his tongue.

I regarded him
cautiously, but his eyes were only half open. It was then that I knew for sure
that he had either never had women willingly perform fellatio on him, or he had
never had it done before at all. The look on his face was too priceless.

The professor took a deep
breath before opening his eyes. He looked right at me and, breathing heavily,
enclosed his hands around my arms and pulled me up to straddle him.

I settled my knees on
eitsideside of his hips and then felt him guiding his erection to my opening.
He silently watched me as I repositioned, his eyes never leaving mine once. The
solemn look in those deep black pools spoke for him.

Once I felt his head at
my entrance I slowly eased myself down, allowing him to slide up into my slick
channel. He breathed heavily once he was in and then slowly began to rock my
hips back and forth.

Snape bent his knees up
and spread his legs a little ways, and with his heels digging into the
mattress, he began thrusting his own hips up to press deeper into me.

We each moaned and cried
out our satisfaction as it progressed. It was an incredible sensation feeling
him so far inside of me. I liked being on top, although I could probably count
the times on one had where my husband had actually let me ride him like this.

Daemon never liked being
on the bottom. Said it was lazy of a man.

But he was wrong.

While Daemon assumed that
taking the bottom position meant that he was just supposed to lie there,
Professor Snape was anything but lazy. With his hands rocking and his hips
bucking, I could make out beads of sweat appearing along his hairline. He was
trying his damned hardest to make this little enterprise as incredible as two
people could possibly make it.

And it was incredible.

I have had very few
orgasms in my life, but I could surely feel one coming right now. Snape’s left
hand had snaked down from my hip to my vee and his thumb was fervently rubbing
my clit,ing ing the coming of an orgasm inevitable.

“Oh gods, I’m coming,” I
told him.

I suddenly felt
light-headed. My mind was plagued by dizziness and the sheer sensations
overwhelmed my body. He was all I could feel. All I wanted to feel. All
I had ever wanted to feel.

At the last moment Snape
sat up and flipped me down onto my back. He was on top of me, thrusting
desperately into my intimacy. His groans became shorter and his punctuating
gasps louder.

He was coming, too.

Together we screamed as
the intoxicating sensations flood our bodies. He could feel my walls spasm and
squeezing around him, and I could feel the surge of his hot seed spilling into
me.

Once.

Twice.

He came a third time.

“Elizabeth.”

His arms gave way on him
and his body collapsed atop mine. He was sticky with sweat, but no more than I.
My arms coiled around his neck and held him tight as he lay there motionless.
He was still inside of me and I could gradually feel him withdraw. His thick
ejaculate began trickling down my thigh and into the bed sheets, but I didn’t
care.

Snape gathered just
enough strength to slide over a touch. He plummeted down onto the space beside
me and burrowed his head into the pillow. Our legs remained tangled together
and our arms still curled around each other.

Eyes closed and breathing
shallow, I looked over and admired that beautiful face. I smiled at what I saw…
or rather, what I didn’t see.

No pursed lips. No bitter
scowl. No crumpled brow.

I reached over to touch
my fingertips to his cheek. Professor Snape didn’t budge as I gently massaged
the budding stubble of his chin and jaw. I leaned over to place a single kiss
on his cheek. I let my lips linger on his skin before pulling away.

“Thank you.”