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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
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Two
Hermione exited her office, not looking back once; she needed to get home to Severus. She longed to feel her husband’s lips against her own, to run her fingers through his hair, release him from all those confining buttons and place kisses all over his skin. Activating the floo she spoke her destination clearly.
“Lounge, Spinners End.”
Severus Snape sat at his desk, glass of Firewhisky in his hand, as the quill which Hermione had charmed as a Christmas present, graded the third year Potions essays. Severus sighed taking a quick look at the mantelpiece clock, Hermione was running late. They had been married for two years, and she had never been later than 8pm.
Green flames erupted in the fireplace and Hermione lunged at her husband. Seeking her husband’s lips, she kissed the wizard soundly, taking his breath away. Hands sought hair, twisting and turning, pulling him close. The kisses grew more frantic as Hermione rubbed herself up against his firm body in a feline manner; desperately fumbling for buttons, wanting to feel hot flesh revealed piece-by-piece to her hungry fingers. Hermione moved down his neck with tiny insistent kisses, nipping and soothing alternately, hungry for his flesh, seeking out each of his well known spots of pleasure. She paid particular attention to where his neck and shoulder met.
“Gods Hermione, what in the name of Circe has come over you?”
“Need. You. Now.” She groaned as she ripped at his shirt buttons, tugging to release the shirt from his trousers waist band. Eager fingers found flesh, as buttons flew across the room.
Running her nails over his exposed skin, Hermione followed with chaste kisses tracing down to his nipples. Place her greedy mouth over the left nipple she sucked and nibbled causing her husband to moan at her demonstration of need and lust.
He’d never been subjected to such an assault; he felt his penis stiffen with each new assault on freshly exposed skin as Hermione ravished his upper body, grinding her lower body against him. His trousers began to feel tight as each kiss resulted in a louder and deeper groan.
Lifting her in his arms, he carried her through to their bedchamber gently placing her on the bed, casting dark obsidian eyes over her. He disposed of his socks and trousers before joining his prone wife in the centre of the bed. Kissing her feverishly, his own fingers now fumbled to release her blouse from her skirt, ripping the front open to reveal her Slytherin green bra he’d bought her for their wedding anniversary the week before. His mouth engulfed her right breast, tongue teasing her nipple, worrying it to a peak. He heard her groan; it served only to drive him on, lips traced down her body, caressing her belly leaving a damp trail. Tugging he removed her skirt, with her help as she raised her hips. It was then he spied the matching French knickers that went so well with the bra. They soon followed the skirt onto the floor.
Obsidian met hazel as husband watched wife.
“Severus, don’t tease, I need you, Now!”
Without waiting for a further invite Severus placed his penis at her opening a drove into her slick cunt, groaning as she tightened around him. He stilled for a moment allowing her to feel him bedded deep within.
Slowly he rotated his hips, grinding against her nub causing her to moan long and low. He slowly withdrew before pounding back into her hard, and then withdrew once more. Hermione raised her hips then to greet him as he once more pushed back into her tight entrance. They soon found a mutual rhythm rising and lowering meeting each other with gasps and groans, building to a frantic pace as sweat mingled with bodily fluids.
It wasn’t long before both felt their orgasms building within starting slowly at first but building rapidly with each lunge. Severus watched as his wife clung to him, bedding her nails in his skin, whimpering for more, willing him to drive harder, faster, deeper. With a loud gasp, Severus watched raptly as Hermione’s head fell back, exposing her neck to him, as she soared into a blinding orgasm screaming his name at the top of her voice. He pounded into her, feeling her cunt tightening around him. His balls felt on fire and then he was there too, joining his wife in orgasmic bliss as his cum shot forth. He continued to thrust until he felt the last spurt leave his body. His eyes still firmly watching her, as a lazy grin crept across her face. He collapsed to her side, breathing heavily; sated and tired he pulled her close.
“Merlin woman you will be the death of me. I’ve read about pregnant women being horny once the first three months are over, but... god’s woman, I’m not as young as I used to be.”
Hermione giggled snuggling up to his side. Placing a soft kiss on the marks left by her nails, she was soon softly snoring in his warm embrace.
“Lounge, Spinners End.”
Severus Snape sat at his desk, glass of Firewhisky in his hand, as the quill which Hermione had charmed as a Christmas present, graded the third year Potions essays. Severus sighed taking a quick look at the mantelpiece clock, Hermione was running late. They had been married for two years, and she had never been later than 8pm.
Green flames erupted in the fireplace and Hermione lunged at her husband. Seeking her husband’s lips, she kissed the wizard soundly, taking his breath away. Hands sought hair, twisting and turning, pulling him close. The kisses grew more frantic as Hermione rubbed herself up against his firm body in a feline manner; desperately fumbling for buttons, wanting to feel hot flesh revealed piece-by-piece to her hungry fingers. Hermione moved down his neck with tiny insistent kisses, nipping and soothing alternately, hungry for his flesh, seeking out each of his well known spots of pleasure. She paid particular attention to where his neck and shoulder met.
“Gods Hermione, what in the name of Circe has come over you?”
“Need. You. Now.” She groaned as she ripped at his shirt buttons, tugging to release the shirt from his trousers waist band. Eager fingers found flesh, as buttons flew across the room.
Running her nails over his exposed skin, Hermione followed with chaste kisses tracing down to his nipples. Place her greedy mouth over the left nipple she sucked and nibbled causing her husband to moan at her demonstration of need and lust.
He’d never been subjected to such an assault; he felt his penis stiffen with each new assault on freshly exposed skin as Hermione ravished his upper body, grinding her lower body against him. His trousers began to feel tight as each kiss resulted in a louder and deeper groan.
Lifting her in his arms, he carried her through to their bedchamber gently placing her on the bed, casting dark obsidian eyes over her. He disposed of his socks and trousers before joining his prone wife in the centre of the bed. Kissing her feverishly, his own fingers now fumbled to release her blouse from her skirt, ripping the front open to reveal her Slytherin green bra he’d bought her for their wedding anniversary the week before. His mouth engulfed her right breast, tongue teasing her nipple, worrying it to a peak. He heard her groan; it served only to drive him on, lips traced down her body, caressing her belly leaving a damp trail. Tugging he removed her skirt, with her help as she raised her hips. It was then he spied the matching French knickers that went so well with the bra. They soon followed the skirt onto the floor.
Obsidian met hazel as husband watched wife.
“Severus, don’t tease, I need you, Now!”
Without waiting for a further invite Severus placed his penis at her opening a drove into her slick cunt, groaning as she tightened around him. He stilled for a moment allowing her to feel him bedded deep within.
Slowly he rotated his hips, grinding against her nub causing her to moan long and low. He slowly withdrew before pounding back into her hard, and then withdrew once more. Hermione raised her hips then to greet him as he once more pushed back into her tight entrance. They soon found a mutual rhythm rising and lowering meeting each other with gasps and groans, building to a frantic pace as sweat mingled with bodily fluids.
It wasn’t long before both felt their orgasms building within starting slowly at first but building rapidly with each lunge. Severus watched as his wife clung to him, bedding her nails in his skin, whimpering for more, willing him to drive harder, faster, deeper. With a loud gasp, Severus watched raptly as Hermione’s head fell back, exposing her neck to him, as she soared into a blinding orgasm screaming his name at the top of her voice. He pounded into her, feeling her cunt tightening around him. His balls felt on fire and then he was there too, joining his wife in orgasmic bliss as his cum shot forth. He continued to thrust until he felt the last spurt leave his body. His eyes still firmly watching her, as a lazy grin crept across her face. He collapsed to her side, breathing heavily; sated and tired he pulled her close.
“Merlin woman you will be the death of me. I’ve read about pregnant women being horny once the first three months are over, but... god’s woman, I’m not as young as I used to be.”
Hermione giggled snuggling up to his side. Placing a soft kiss on the marks left by her nails, she was soon softly snoring in his warm embrace.