Love is Blind

Chapter 18 and a half

Severus was in the middle of the most delicidreadream. He was lying next to Hermione,
warm and comfortable in her arms. She whispered something in his ear but he
couldn’t quite make it out. Before he could ask her what she had said her head
had lowered and she gently took a nipple into her mouth. His body responded
fervently. His raging hard on had to have crossed from the dream into reality,
but this dream felt so real, he was reluctant to wake himself up. In the blink
of an eye, Hermione was slowly stroking him, her hands were soft against his
heated flesh.

A whispered, “I want you,” and he felt himself sheathed in her warmth. This dream
was just getting better and he was very close to refusing to wake up. His name
fell from her lips as she raised herself up and back down on his shaft. The
feeling was heavenly. He subconsciously reached down to release the tension in
his groin, when he awoke to the feel of soft flesh in his way.

He opened his eyes to see the most beautiful woman in the world, wantonly
straddling him grinding her moist center against his member. “Hermione?” he
asked drowsily, still trying to register what exactly was going on.

“Good morning, Severus. I thought I would be creative in how to wake you up today,”
she sounded husky, a cross between sleepiness and lust and it just turned him
on more.

“Creative, eh? I would have to agree with that. I would also have to say that the dream
you interrupted was not even close to what I am experiencing now.” His devilish
grin made her smile and lean down to kiss him hard on the lips.

“Oh, yeah? What were you dreaming about?” she asked as she rotated her hips causing
a low growl to come from her lover.

“Hmmmm… You… This. But reality is always better than the dream.”

She decided to tease him a little as she still rolled her hips over his manhood,
not letting him enter her yet. “Really? What was I doing in this dream?”

“Seducing me,” he answered breathless.

“And how did I go about such a thing?” She was bating him and he couldn’t help but
play along. His mind was too wrapped up in the friction she was creating over
his cock.

“Exactly how you are right now. I- I was asleep and woke to find you grinding over me.”
He stuttered.

“You mean me fucking you?” His eyes opened as large as saucers, his breath still.
“I’m sorry, Severus. You never expected me to say that did you?”

“No, you threw me off a bit,” he answered honestly.

“Do you really think that I have never thought of anything other than making love.
Severus I had a crush on you in my fifth year, I knew you were a Death Eater. I
used to have fantasies of you fucking me. Not gentle soothing love making, but
hard, rough make me scream… sex.”

Severus raised his hands to her face and gently stroked her cheeks. “Hermione, I don’t
think you want to see that side of me. Really. I scare myself sometimes. I
refuse to fuck you. Fucking to me is nothing more than a meaningless romp under
the sheets. You are nothing close to meaningless to me.” He let his fingers
play across her jaw, down her neck and resting finally on her shoulders. Her
head dropped a bit and Severus cringed. He did not want to hurt her physically
or emotionally. He would never deny her sex, but he would also never make her
out like a cheap whore.

“Hermione, love. Let me get used to being with someone again. I had twenty years of
‘fucking’ I don’t need that anymore. But, if you are that intrigued by my dark
past, I cannot do anything but oblige. Tell me what you want and I will try my
best to accommodate you.”

She smiled sheepishly and whispered with a slight tone of embarrassment, “I want
you to be rough with me. Not exactly Death Eater rough, but rough enough to
tell the difference between yesterday and now.”

“Are you sure about this?” She nodded. “You have to promise me that you won’t go out
the door screaming about what I’m doing to you.”

“I promise, Severus. Please, I need to feel you. I want to make you scream.” She
said as she grasped his manhood that was resting between her slick folds. Her
body raised up and she guided him to her entrance, waiting for him to proceed.

Severus firmly grasped her hips and impaled her onto his shaft. They both moaned
loudly. Her heat and warmth just made his penis harder. He had never seen this
side of Hermione, she was a wild woman, completely wanton and uninhibited. He
could feel the Death Eater in himself creeping to the surface. He tried to hold
it in check but when Hermione threw her head back and slammed herself
repeatedly on him, he couldn’t refuse the dark from coming out.

He roughly grasped her hips harder and flipped them over, so that he was now in
control. He fiercely thrust into her, driving himself as deep as he could go.
His balls slapped her ass hard with each thrust. The sensations rushing from
his penis to his mind to his heart were of love and heat pas passion, not of
lust and pain and release. He loved this woman, if she wanted the Death Eater,
she would get the Death Eater. If she wanted the teddy bear, she would get the
softest side of Severus Snape there was, which was only partially teddy bear.

His name was echoing loudly off the walls of her chambers. “Yes… Severus,
Yessssssss,” she hissed as he reached down and pinched her clit between his
finger and thumb. She came suddenly, fast and hard. Her little nub was
throbbing madly as it  was pinched
harder and he was rewarded with another scream of pleasure. Hermione collapsed
back onto the pillows.

“No, no, no” Severus scolded. “You wanted it rough?” she nodded dazedly. “I am not
finished with you yet.” His voice was harsh, but hot and velvety, making her
skin tingle at the deep timbre she loved so much. He pulled her up and turned
her over so that she was on her hands and knees. Grasping her hips, he thrust
himself into her wet entrance.

She was still contracting from the previous orgasm, but he proceeded to ravage her
from behind. His thrusts were rough and hard, but Hermione was loving it. This
was the side of Severus that she fell in love with so many years ago. She loved
the man that was gentle and adoring, but sometimes she wanted the cold, hard,
bastard, and right now that’s what she had.

Severus licked his finger, moistening it thoroughly and slowly pressed it into the
tight puckered hole that was staring at him. Hermione let out a gasp of what
could only be described and painful pleasure. She had never had anyone tease
her anus before, she never thought she would enjoy it. Boy was she wrong! This
was the most erotic thing she had ever felt. Her body clenched at object
creating the foreign sensation and Severus slowly entered a second finger.
Hermione pushed herself back into him, making him hit muscles inside of her
that she never knew existed. Suddenly, her second orgasm came from nowhere. Her
body shook with the intensity of it and she could feel Severus tensing behind
her. A low, guttural ‘Hermione’ could be heard throughout her chambers when he
released into her.

He had never felt so loved and empowered at the same time. He secretly loved being
the dominating party. He was intrigued by bondage and the like, but never
thought that anman man in their right mind would ever feed his fetishes.
Hermione definitely was full of surprises, he thought as he pulled her to lay
beside him. It was only five-thirty in the morning. They still had two hours
before lunch, and Merlin knows, he wanted to spend as much of it with her.

Everyday, Severus was learning more about Hermione. Instead of feeling threatened about
anything, it just made him love her that much more. As long as she didn’t kick
him out of her bad after that harsh display of sex, he would be all right.

They lay there for over an hour and Severus was yet to be kicked out of the bed.
When suddenly Hermione asked, “Can you tell me about you and Lily?”

That was probably the last thing Severus ever thought a woman would ask him after
having a wonderfully mind-blowing sexual experience with him. He had to think
seriously on how he would answer that question without embarrassing himself
and/or disrespecting the deceased. Lily would always have a small part of his
heart. With Hermione around, that part kept getting smaller, but Lily still had
his love, and he would never disgrace that.

Hermione deserved to hear about it. He loved her, and he would do anything for him. He
shook his head and chuckled lightly at the thought of Severus Snape, Potions
Master, greasy git and just plain bastard being whipped. But it was true,
Hermione had him wrapped around her sexy little finger.