A Long Way Back ~ Editing

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Chapter 18 ~ First, Her Turn

Severus wrapped his arms around the witch victoriously, pulling away from her mouth, his black eyes glinting.

"As much as I would enjoy fucking you against the side of this pool, Hermione, I would much rather have you in a bed," he breathed down at her. "Apparate to my bedroom, witch. My bed is large and firm. It will hold up. I only hope you will."

Hermione stared up at him, hardly lucid from the Potions Master's kisses and the feel of his body pressed against hers.

"Apparate to my bedroom," he hissed at her again, pressing his cock into her belly insistently, making the witch moan.

Suddenly the pool was empty, the reverb of thunder and the clothing left on the furniture the only proof they were there.

A couple of house elves winked in. Eli and Leaf Ear. Both were grinning broadly as they collected the housecoats, slippers and Hermione's nightgown.

"There is goings to finally be in-outie between the Mistress and the Snape, Leaf Ear," Eli said to his companion, who nodded enthusiastically.

"And some upsy-downsy too," Leaf Ear replied, his ears flicking back and forth suggestively.

Both elves chittered with happiness and winked out.

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Hermione and Severus appeared in the Potions Master's bedroom, embracing tightly. Severus sniffed Hermione hair appreciatively.

"Jasmine," he breathed, releasing her and stepping back so he could see her body. He bit his lip as his eyes washed over her once again full breasts, small waist, ample hips and thick thighs. Then he met her eyes. She looked both lusty and apprehensive.

"You look a bit afraid, Hermione," he said to her silkily.

Hermione swallowed.

"It's…it's been a long time Severus," the witch replied, her voice barely more than a whisper as her eyes moved over him and rested on his enormous erection. He looked too big, but she knew he wasn't. It was just she was no longer used to seeing him naked. The Potions Master saw where her eyes rested.

"I assure you it will still fit, Hermione and will still bring you pleasure," he said, taking her hand and kissing the palm of it gently. "Trust me. I haven't changed."

Severus didn't want her nervous. Hermione would tighten up and make entering her difficult…he used to have problems with her when they first became lovers, she would freeze up and her body would lock down. It gave him no end of frustration but also taught him just how necessary foreplay was for a woman like Hermione. Not all witches were wet and ready. Some needed contact, a modicum of tenderness to start them off. Hermione was one of those kinds of witches.

He kissed her mouth again, gently and backed her toward his bed. He didn't know how patient he could be. He backed the witch up until the back of her legs hit the side of the bed.

"It's been so long," he breathed as he took her down to the mattress and helped her up into the bed properly. He lay stretched out beside her for a moment, his eyes drinking the witch in.

"I never thought I'd get to do this to you again, witch," he said to her softly, letting his pale hand come to rest on her belly and rubbing it gently. Then he propped himself up on his elbow, his brow furrowed slightly as he asked Hermione the next question. "Did you sleep with another wizard after me, Hermione?"

Her amber eyes rested on his face.

"No, Severus. I didn't. I was so miserable I just wanted to be alone. There would have been no substitute for you anyway," she replied. "I've never wanted anyone other than you. Ever. No other man could have replaced you."

The wizard stared down at her. Hermione had been a virgin when he took her the first time. Knowing no other wizard had experienced her body or her passion made him feel good. Hermione was the only thing in the world that was truly his…even after five long years. She hadn't given what was his away. Severus kissed her temple, feeling somewhat tender towards her, though still hungry. He knew what he was going to end up doing to her. It was best to show some tenderness now. Damn, he wished he had some purple potion in his bathroom. It was all down in the lab.

Suddenly, he felt a presence. The Potions Master turned quickly toward the nightstand and smirked.

"What is it?" Hermione asked him when he moved so quickly.

He turned back to her.

"Nothing," he said, his dark eyes washing over her body again.

On the nightstand sat four bottles of purple potion. The house elves. Gods they were efficient. They weren't bound to him but they still seemed to anticipate his every wish. Maybe they knew their Mistress would need the potions. It didn't matter…the potions were there. Now he had carte blanche.

Severus lowered himself to the bed and pulled Hermione on top of him.

"Kiss me witch. I've missed it," he said, wanting Hermione to be the aggressor…for a little while at least. He caressed her back coaxingly.

Hermione looked down at him a moment, then kissed him lightly, pressing her lips against his, then sucking on his lower lip for a moment and pulling back.

"Lost your talent for kissing?" he asked her, one eyebrow arched. "You used to do better than that. I think your long hiatus has had a negative effect on your…er…abilities."

Severus knew the witch would not take kindly to his summation of her sexual prowess. Hermione was one of those people who had to be good at everything.

"There is nothing wrong with my abilities, Severus Snape," she snapped at him.

The wizard's mouth quirked.

"Don't worry. With practice I'm sure you'll…" he began but was cut off by Hermione's tongue claiming his own, the witch kissing him almost violently.

The Potions Master managed to pull away for a second to gasp in some air. Hermione was attacking his mouth so passionately he thought she might suck his lungs out of his body. The wizard wrapped his arms around the witch and let her consume his mouth, fire streaming through him at her ardor.

Hermione didn't miss a lick as she kissed Severus hungrily, her sex-starved body heating up and starting to move sensuously against him, forcing a groan from the wizard…which only served to make her more ardent as she felt her own power over him. Hermione's lips moved from his mouth to his throat, her small hands beginning to caress the wizard's body.

"Yesss," Severus purred as he felt the witch's mouth moving over him.

His cock was throbbing, and as much as he wanted to fuck her, he wanted to feel her appreciation of his body…and Hermione was in sex mode, familiarizing herself once again with his taste and musculature as her mouth moved lower, over his shoulders and chest. Severus' hands were moving over her now, smoothing her soft ass and silky thighs, sliding up her waist and caressing the sides of her breasts, groaning with pleasure as the witch moved over his belly. Gods, he hoped she was going to blow him.

Hermione let her breasts drag over his loins and organ, then down his thighs as she moved lower, listening to the rich sound of his voice and feeling his hands caressing and fondling her body.

Practice? She didn't need any practice, damn it. All she needed was him. Hermione felt her darkness coming on her as she kissed and licked Severus' flesh, letting desire take her over. It had been so long since she had given over completely. She wanted to feel the wizard's strength, his need, his demanding nature. She knew what to do to get him going.

Hermione moved lower, then stopped directly over his cock, rising to her hands and knees, her breasts dangling lightly against the wizard's legs. Severus went stock still as if holding his breath. Hermione blew on his cock and the wizard buckled helplessly, staring down at her, praying she would take his cock into her mouth. The witch looked up at him mischievously.

"You know, I'd like to do this Severus, but I'm afraid I'm so 'out of practice' that I might disappoint you. Better no blow job than a bad blow job…don't you think?" she said wickedly, pretending as if she were going to move back up the bed.

Severus caught her shoulders.

"You minx," he growled at her. "You know exactly what to do. Don't tease me. You know what I'm like when I'm teased."

Hermione felt her belly clutch. She certainly did know what he was like. An enraged incubus.

"Do you think I need practice then, Severus?" she asked him.

"No. No you don't, Hermione," he said to her, gripping his cock and trying to position it properly to reach her mouth.

But Hermione had to lift her head. It was too long to get to her mouth the way she was. And she knew it. The witch still hesitated, purposely teasing the randy Potions Master beyond his limit.

"Say please," she said, batting her eyelashes at him.

That was it.

Severus scowled at her. Suddenly he sat up and wrapped his fist tightly in the witch's hair. Hermione's eyes widened and she let out a little cry of surprise, creaming herself. This was the Severus she remembered. Randy and demanding. No, he was definitely no gentleman.

"Please," he said, adjusting her head and forcing the witch's mouth over his cock with a growl.

Gods, it felt like heaven when her heat engulfed his swollen, leaking head. His eyelids fluttered furiously as he tried to maintain control. He was ready to come right then, it had been so long. The wizard's face contorted as if he were in pain as Hermione fell to her duty, bobbing her mouth over him and massaging his shaft with both hands.

"Merlin," Severus hissed, releasing his grip on her hair long enough to gather it all together and renew his hold. He wanted to see her, and gods what a delicious sight she was working over his organ, sliding her lips over the shaft now and sucking the sides of it as she moved toward the base. He tensed up, knowing what was next.

"Arrrrgh," he groaned as she pulled his balls into her mouth and rolled them around like marbles. Severus could hardly stand the pleasure.

"You wicked little witch," he breathed at her as she made her way back up his shaft and engulfed him again. The Potions Master fell back, his eyes closed and head tilted back, grunting as Hermione worked her magic on him. No, she didn't need any practice at all.

Severus felt the pressure building. Fuck. Let her finish him, or flip her over? Hermione whirled her hot tongue around the head of his cock then sucked him hard and the wizard buckled. He could flip her later.

Severus began to thrust upward, pushing Hermione's head down rhythmically. The witch could feel him begin to shudder…a sure sign the wizard was about to blow. She reached down and began massaging his balls with one hand and caressing his swollen, pulsing shaft with the other. His voice was breaking with pleasure now, telling her he was almost there, and Hermione sped up and felt his balls draw up in her palm.

"Oh dear gods!" Severus gasped as he climaxed, pressing Hermione's mouth over him as far as he could and firing shot after shot into her sweet mouth, his body quaking as he held on to the witch's head, trapping it so she wouldn't move one inch until he was through.

Hermione was dripping she was so turned on by the wizard's vocal release, and the hot rush of his seed filling her mouth. Once she found out what it was all about, she loved bringing the wizard to climax with her mouth. He was so hot…so helpless when she did it…his black eyes filled and face twisted with pleasure. As they were now.

Severus watched her drink him down, his mouth slack and hips thrusting reflexively until he was spent and panting. Dear Circe, that had been exquisite. He released the witch's head, his arms falling to his sides as if there were no strength left in them. Hermione gently released his cock from her mouth and it fell heavily against his thigh, rolling over a bit as it continued to deflate. She pulled herself upward and lay down on him, her face nestled against his throat. Weakly Severus brought his pale hand to her back and caressed her.

"You've still got it, witch," he breathed, his eyes closed and his breathing slowing.

"You just had to egg me on, didn't you? Manipulative as ever Severus," she said, smiling against his throat.

The Potions Master chuckled a bit.

"By whatever means necessary, Hermione. You've always risen to a challenge. It's the Gryffindor in you," he replied, tightening his arm around her. "However I egged you on…you were wonderful. Even more wonderful than I remember."

Hermione flushed at the praise. For a moment, in the beginning…she thought she might not be able to do this. But nature took over and all fear melted away. She smiled slightly, snuggling into the wizard.

Suddenly Severus rolled over on her.

"However, I am not about to be outdone," he breathed, licking his lips. "I haven't tasted you in five years, witch. I intend to make up for that."

The wizard fell to her throat, Hermione squealing as he voraciously sucked, licked and nibbled at it.

"Now I'm practicing," he breathed, moving lower.

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A/N: Ah…first act completed. Several more to go it seems. Please review.